SoleMate

Oo, tama ang nabasa mo, SoleMate nga. SoleMate ang tawag sa mga taong hanggang ngayon naghahanap ng karamay sa buhay, sa makatuwid, sila yung mga taong hanggang ngayon ang tangging karamay ay ang sarili; sa makatuwid… mag-isa.

“If every person has a soul mate, then how come I still am alone?”
Malamang ito ang tanong nila; isang malamang tanong.

Ang totoo, tanong ko rin yan, isang malaking tanong na hindi ko mabigyan ng sagot. Hindi naman ako bobo kahit na, na sa tatlong tao ko bilang Atenista, ni hindi pa ako napabilang sa President’s o Dean’s list man lang; alam ko hindi ako bobo. Pero sa mga pagkakataong may mga tanong na gan’to, napapa-isip din ako, talaga nga kayang hindi ako bobo? Kung hindi, bakit hindi ko mapunan ng kahit kakarampot man lang na kasagutan ang tanong na ito. Hinid ko alam! Nakaka-asar!

Ang totoo kasi nyan, sa tingin ko kilala ko na saya, kilang kilala. Ang maganda pa, alam niya ang madarama ko, kaso lang… hindi pwede.
Gusto ko siya pero hindi pwede. Siguro nga mahal ko na sya, pero hindi pwede. Hindi talaga.

SoleMate, yun ako. Minsan nagtatanong ako, ‘god, are you fair?’ Bakit kasi kelangang madama ko pa ‘to kung mauuwi din lang naman saw ala. Para san pa ang mga panaginip ko kung hindi ko rin naman maaring gawing totoo?

Marahil hindi pa talaga sya…
Siguro may ibang nakalaan.
Marahil naiinip lang ako, marahil.

I don’t really wanna think that wala na rin akong karapatang mahalin; pero kung ganto rin lang naman, I don’t really know what to think. Bakit ba nariyan lang din naman siya pero kahit gumulong pa ang mundo ng makailang ulit, tila hindi ni minsan sa hinuha maaaring ako naman ang mahalin nya. Just today while we and two other friends are on a taxi to school I realized how improbable so much so impossible na matutunan nya rin akong mahalin. Katulad ng mga gulong ng taxing ‘yon; I am like the tire in front and he, the tire at the back; no matter how near, there would never be a time na magkakalapit kami, there would never be a time that he’ll love me the way I wish he’ll do.

SoleMate. Isang malungkot na scenario, isang malungkot na katotohanang kelangan kong tanggapin bukal man o labag sa nadarama.

Sa mga SoleMate, love is so universal and yet so universally misunderstood; kaya sori na lang. Siguro nga merong para sa bawat isa, or maybe not. 

ballpen (s)

Matagal tagal na rin nang una akong sumulat; hindi ko na nga matandaan kung ano ang mga nabuo ng mumunti kong mga kamay o kung may nabuo man lang ako, ang alam ko lang nagsulat ako. Hindi ko na rin tanda kung lapis ba na pagkalaki-laki o crayola ang unang mga pansulat sa nagamit ko; basta ang alam ko may ipinang-sulat ako.

People come and go. Ilang beses na rin akong nawalan ng mahal sa buhay, ilang beses na rin akong naiwan, iniwan, minsan ako mismo nang iwan; pero bakit para din silang mga ballpen o lapis o crayola o kung ano pa man, hindi ko na sila ganap na naaalala pero alam ko sa puso ko, minsa’y nagsulat akong kasama sila.

Marami-rami’t mahaba-haba na din ang kwento ng aking buhay; hindi ko na halos matandaan kung paano ko ito naisulat pero tandang tanda ko pa rin ang mga taong nakasama kong nagsulat nito. Para sa akin mga ballpen sila; kahit na ang iba’y naubisan na ng tinta, ang iba’y nahiram na ng ila’t hindi na nakabalik, ang iba’y nawala ko na lang ng hindi namamalayan pero marami sa kanila narito pa rin; paminsan-minsa’y nakakasama pang magsulat. gtec, parker, pilot, uni, panda, faber castel, crayola, monggol; alex, ivan, janet, kokkie, mama, ate jean, joey … marami-rami na sila, mahirap ng tandaan sa pangalan ngunit lahat naman ng mga panahong sabay kaming nagsulat, naaalala ko pa, bawat guhit, bawat punto.

May kanya kanya tayong kwento, kanya kanyang mga kaibigan, kaIBIGan at kung ano ano pa. Hindi ba’t parang mga ballpen din sila; malaki, maliit, mumurahin, mahal, may tinta, putol o kahit ano pa man; sila pa rin ang mga nakasama nating isulat ang kwento ng ating buhay. Sana lang kahit wala na sila o madalas hindi na makasama, maalala nating kahit minsa’y may isang ballpen na kasama nating nagsulat ng kwento ng ating mga buhay.

Sa mga ballpen ng buhay ko, salamat. And I do really hope to write more stories with you. 

Who’s laughing now? (Why are there DUMB people on Twitter?)

Who’s laughing now?
Why are there DUMB people on Twitter?

It’s been a while since I started using Twitter and so far I’ve been enjoying the site and the environment (meaning the users’ attitudes) UNTIL just almost two weeks ago some no-brainers made Tweets that I guess deserve to be reported as (place a word here that would be an adjective that equates the summation of dumb, abusive, insensitive, illogical, fucking non-sense and what have you). It was so insensitive, inconsiderate and utterly dumb, per se.

Ring any bell now?

Let me refresh you; the weekend before the previous weekend to this weekend was a tragic one for most Filipinos especially for most of the residents of Manila and nearby cities and towns. In less than a day’s time, a rain amounting to a total of a month precipitation poured in the metro (that’s more than the rain waters the Hurricane Katrina brought to the US!), causing flood that’s, at least, knee high and at max, two floors of a house high. Billions of properties and proprieties were lost. Hundreds of lives where lost.

Then there came this TWEET.
Happily news casting to the world that the Philippines is indeed flooded and happily hoping that rain don’t stop so that those ‘monkeys’ hopefully drown and die.

Very nice, ayt?
One of the dumbest tweets I have ever encountered, and hope to not encounter anymore.
It’s so insensitive and so no-brainer right? Who would in his humane mind mock a nation that is in a great distress as if what has happened is nothing but a vaudeville joke that deserves a laugh more than a helping hand. Sad, sad, sad.

I just hope those Koreans know how their fellow Koreans are treated here in the Philippines. I guess they haven’t yet heard of Filipino hospitality, I wonder if they ever know what hospitality means, after all their English tutors are ‘monkeys’ right?

Brats! Nothing but low class brats; I am a brat, I know that, and I am proud to say that I only am bratty if people don’t treat me well. I guess those no-brainers now know who they are actually mocking. If you haven’t yet heard, a huge number of Twitter users made it clear to those no-brainers that they’re hitting on a wall, a huge sturdy wall of ‘monkeys’ that has brains, of ‘monkeys’ that knows English more than good.

At the end of the day; I don’t hate Koreans but I am certain I hate those who made and those who commented & liked those Tweets that are obviously written by ‘real monkeys’ that think below the astuteness of those they call ‘monkeys’. Right?

Who’s laughing now?

Who’s laughing now? Why are there DUMB people on Twitter?

SINO MAY SABING BOBO ako?

When I was a kid, I thought the world’s simply a world of candies and chocolates and amusement parks and every once in a while, a painful pinch. I never thought that the candies and chocolates and amusement parks would transcend into something else, something else that seems to be too hard to get nowadays, happiness is quite expensive a commodity, ayt? And worst I never thought that the every once in a while pinches would happen more often, more painful and worst at times it causes scars already.

Looking back, a day then would simply mean eating breakfast and then lunch and then dinner and snacks in between and then finally going back to bed; but now why’s that life seems too caught up. I believe in myself, but why is it that it seems that the world has it definition of who’d fit in. I’m talking vague, the only point I have actually is that, why’s it that the world seems too complicated and to think things that complicate it are nothing but irrelevant petty little things that most people who fails to really understand the matter at hand had exaggerated, exaggerated beyond conceivable exaggeration that is sucks already. Point again is; I hate my academics (not all, only some irrelevant, time consuming, outdated and outmoded craps they call subjects!)!!! Grr! Although I do believe in the formation that Ateneo gives me, but duh, the academic stuffs are crap! ( not all, but most of )

Siguro nga bobo ako, but duh, this is college, am I supposed to master an outdated programming language if I am actually working my way into Law school? What’s the damned connection? And to think that there exist these soft wares and programs that are actually used in actual office operations like Excel and Calc, so why use FoxPro if out of 10 offices, 10 uses Excel and Calc and 9 of them never heard of FoxPro ever while the other one dumped it in the year 1998. Duh! What’s the damned dumb point?
Fuck and bullshit na lang talaga!

Now tell me, sinong BOBO ngayon?
Who’s gonna eat the fish food if you’re supposed to feed the eagles???
Duh!

ADorably cute!

My day’s been really crappy until I saw this cute commercial that made me laugh out loud, really loud! And guess who the front act was… Chris Tiu! [ sobrang CHEESY]

This gave me an idea for this blog; a review slash critic slash admiration slash I do not know what to add, but the thing is, this boils down to one thing; I, sharing to you my most loved advertisements. Listen up…

Atop all advertisements I have ever seen, nothing beats McDonalds’ commercial that features a nerdy like guy loving a kikay girl ever since childhood whom he missed for quite sometime until they met again only this time, him single and the girl taken, worst with a kid. See how sad [ hai ] ? What made me love such an Ad was its killer line; ‘hindi man naging kami sa huli, siya pa rin ang first love ko’. Nothing bugs like first love, ayt? Yeah baby yeah! That’s why I reserve the most hailed spot for them.

Immediately following that McDo Ad is the new commercial I was talking about earlier; it’s a Greenwhich Ad that features my super idol [and crush? hehehe] Chris Tiu! He made a killer shot making his team win and the rest of the Ad was a ‘cheesy’ scene with a teammate carrying him like a babe. Then the scene’s cut with… ‘pare sobrang cheesy’; a line so iconic and comic, I must say. It’s a cute Ad and indeed cheesy. [wink (**,)] But above all that cheesiness, I just can’t get over of the way Tiu looks like on that commercial; it makes me smile even at this moment. ^o^ [ harharhar ]

Recently the Oreo Ad featuring two kids has been aired again, when I first saw that, giggles came out, it was fun recalling being like that cute little kid who made it through. The catch was, an older kid ( probably his brother ) has a class of milk and was able to make the ‘dunk’ and since him ( the younger kid, probably 3 or 4 yrs old ) is was on a training cup, to dunk is impossible. He tried to ‘dunk’ on his brother’s glass but the latter resisted, ego busted, the kid tried and tried and tried until it hit him; he laid the oreo on the table and poured the milk unto it, a ‘dunk’, only inverted. In the end, the made a funny sound like that saying ‘whoah! I did it’. That ad is, a must say, superb.

Another cute Ad is the not so long time ago Ad of Nescafe; it touched me more than got my attention. It was almost a no liner Ad where a college dude in the middle of the night, at the kitchen in what seems to be a bachelors’ pad was engrossed in reviewing for his examinations, after being asked how’s he doing was given by his older brother a cup of hot coffee. Wasn’t that sweet… [ sooo sweet I must say ]

Second touching Ad is the commercial of Lactum that features a deaf mom and her child narrating that despite the fact that he never heard his mom scold him, talk with him, hear her say ‘I love you’; he still feels her love. Damang dama, the Ad’s very effective. That Ad’s very touching that it even made one of my friends cry after he first saw it. T_T

Of advocacy Ads, the Ako Mismo Ad is so effective that it made good enough an impact on its targeted audience, the youth most especially.

Fashionably inclined, the ad of Bench bags the price. The Ad that features their newest models right after the Bench Model Search is really hot and chic and undeniably fashionably innovative. Besides, I love Bench.

Lastly, I love the series of Frenzy Ads especially the one with an old woman at a convenience store and two lovers trying to decide what flavor [ of ice cream, it seems at first] to use. That was so flirty cute!

WEEH; the hell ‘am confused again; Marketing Career or Law?
What do you think suits me, comments please.

can't let the music STOP.

Just woke up…
… and my morning’s a blast. Just like my life now.

The first thing I did was to turn on my laptop, hook it into my speakers and boom; I rocked the morning chills away! I’ve been doing this thing for quite some time now and it’s really helping me a lot. For a person who finds it hard getting up in the morning, I needed some ‘moving forces’ to help me jump out of the bed. Right now on my playlist are songs from David Arch, Gaga, Beyonce, Plain White, and of course songs from Korea, I have 2ne1 and the official soundtracks of BOF! All these, wake me up and kiss my dreams away every morning.

Music has been so dear to me ever since I was a kid. I could recall that the only time that my papa spanked me was because of a kid’s cassette. I was too spoiled then that I got my first ‘palo’ because I chose listing to those songs than joining mom and papa for lunch. Even now recalling that incident, I still feel funny and I just can’t believe that I was already mean and naughty since then. hahahhahahaah ( evil’s laugh) :p

But any way, as I was saying, music plays a part in me; although I am only an enthusiast ‘coz I can’t sing and don’t even know how to play any instrument despite having summer classes and music lessons. I guess music’s not in my blood; it’s simply in my heart. ( yeeeh, sobrang cheesy,,, :p)

To share, here are the songs I really love; when in at home I love pop music on the background like the songs of David arch, Beyonce, gaga’s electroPops as well as Brit’s, katty Perry, David Cook, Boyce Ave, Korean songs like that of 2ne1 and the OST of BOF; in the car I like the Corrs and MYMP, I like sponge and Bamboo and all the rest I’ve mentioned above; before I go to sleep, nothing beats Himig Jesuita, I also like before I go to bed Rivermaya’s Sleep and Sitti’s songs. Actually I have a lot and this space won’t fit…

Anyway, speaking of music I have this cute humble dream; I really want to own a truck ( the kids of a pick up truck ) and a convertible. With the truck I want to go around the country with my friends ( only the best of my friends ) all of us at the back of the truck and as we enjoy the country side sceneries like those when you’re traveling to Manila passing Quezon, Lucena and the places there, we would be simply enjoying the ride with a perpetuity of my favorite songs in the background. From here I want to Manila then up to the North going to Bagiou, to Vigan, until we reach Batanes then w’ would go back passing Manila to Cebu and the rest of the Visayan region and finally reaching Davao and after that go back again to Naga. Wouldn’t it be nice. With the Convertible, I simply want to go cruising Italy, France and the rest of Europe on it with the person I would share my eternity with, while cruising songs that I’ve started to collect now would be our official sound track. So I can’t let the music stop now…

I simply can’t stop the music…

lessons from a GeiSHa

Geisha.
A word, that without the connotations actually means an artist; a walking work of art, a woman and a lady, wrapped in one.

Last night I watched ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’; and it was indeed a movie worthy of its given praises. I love the intricacy of both the movie and the portrayed. The image of a geisha and the life she lives; is not just a walking work of art, but a walking teacher of life. The idea of perfection, composure, details, decorum, aesthetics, ethics, sex, chastity, freedom, will, self; and this list will line up too long if I name all the lessons that a geisha brings with her kimono.

I have never admired geishas behind their make up and kimono before. I never realized that their stories are but stories of life beyond sex and beauty. I particularly am bedazzled by two points from the movie.
First, the rhetorics about self worth; after watching the movie, it made me think and rethink my worth. It made me clarify whether I am conforming or am I really living. A geisha is a work of art, a walking work of art; living and yet conforming. It made me think, and rethink.
The second point is detail, details at that.
A geisha is intricacy, a fuss and a glam all rolled into one beautiful piece of commodity. A geisha is a scent less blue rose that blooms amongst red fragrant roses. She, though, is perfection.
Watching a life portrayed in a moving picture is an exaggeration; but to portray a geisha is to portray ten of thousands of a thousand emotions, millions of secrets about sex and the society, about femme and the dogs, about beauty and fairness; portraying a geisha is portraying a lady that no any actress can do. My point is the portrayal, although very intricate is not at all the summation of a geisha. Details, details, details.
I will dwell more on the second point, details and intricacy. A geisha, reminded me to have eyes for details and a sense of intricacy at all things. Late this afternoon while doing my laundry I was reminded of this, to be mindful as the geisha thought me to. I just had my iPod ruined, had it left on my shorts’ pocket and soaked inside the washing machine. Superficial indeed but it only goes back to the thought that indeed I need to look at things with better eyes. Lately I have been losing focus, loosing those eyes for details and intricacy in my life. I used to hear good things; used to feel good but I guess I became too naïve that I started to loose grip of the things I should have held tighter. But the time wasted and things compromised are enough; I am sober now. I need to focus on the details of my own story now. Just like a geisha pushing the bounds in wearing the most fitted kimono, I would do my best to put on my best act. I used to stand in the lime light but the glory faded as I left the things I should have been attending to, unattended.


I swear to my self I would not just own another iPod or simply maintain the scholarship I almost lost; this time I promise that the only thing that would guide me through regaining the glory I once had is magis+

careLess wHispER.

careLess wHispER.
Point Ai! Point!

While doing the dishes, moments ago; I was amazed how the public had placed so much mockery and inappropriate attention to the Katrina-Hayden scandal; then the radio I was tuned into played the ever controversial “Careless Whisper”. What a pathetic joke life could sometimes be.

Earlier this morning I was lazing around with the TV on, Ruffa and Ai was on air and the opening was quite cute, that’s why I stayed at the channel for a while. I was not expecting it, but Ai gave a point so valid today, that even I was stunned. There’s a portion in the show when the hosts, guest and even the audiences have to “shout” a certain “thought” for the day.

Guess what Ai’s was…

She shouted that the “Power of sadness and frustration is getting into me”. The reason; she is too annoyed of the on going overly due media exposure of the scandal and the seemingly inappropriate attention the medical board, the congress (of all sectors!) and the society as a whole is giving the aforementioned! Point, Ai, point! She’s good!

Indeed, it did not register to me until the damned song aired.

I have been openly uttering by regrets of how Bong Revilla is making a “grand stand” over the controversy and I have been too vocal of my dismay, when, even the congress agreed to waste precious time on the “hearing” of the case. Well take this from a Legal Management student; the ongoing hearing will not really put justice to the mishap, the thing is, whenever a hearing is done by the congress, its aim is to gather facts alone, to aid in the creation of laws but justice will surely not apply since the authority is vested not in this house, not in congress, for Christ sake! What is happening is that the fame the scandal had gathered; becomes too attractive to people with certain interests that obviously are obvious. I just hope Katrina realizes this, that in truth and in fact, she’s putting her self in great mockery under the disguised motives of certain individuals.

Ai did make a great point; in truth, there are a lot of controversies that should really be given the right attention but is not being. To mention a few, how much to you know about the Villar controversy ( this is worth millions of taxpayers’ funds, for Christ sake, but is seemingly overclouded by the lust worth of Katrina and Hayden)? Are you also aware of the on going concerns that the Commission on Elections have over the 2010 election especially over the machines and parallel laws?

Quite a pity for the Filipino people… (sigh)

The thing is, personally, the controversy sucks already; I believe as Ai does. We must move on and let the proper authority handle this scandal. Isn’t it more worth it if we focus on more important things? Say, the concerns now about the opening of classes in public schools. Aren’t you surprised of hearing same news about schools every time classes resume? Duh! the thing is that because it was not at all solved the previous year, because the right authority trusted the power to alleviate this problems is busy making a ‘grand stand’ over a pathetic case of lust and sex and infidelity. ( ay ano na tayo! )

I have great hopes for the Filipino people, we all do, right?

So maybe let’s start. No matter how minute as long as the initiative is there; it’s a start.
I personally am guilty of over attending to the controversy, but at least Miss Ai’s points made me realize some things.

Speaking of starting, may I take this venue to promote Ako Mismo; and the program Ateneo de Naga through the Institute of Politics in cooperation with my new found organization, Remontados is launching in line with the upcoming elections entitled TASK FORCE 2010.

Maybe its time that we take charge guys, I myself, am young and still learning as you are; but that should not hinder us to know the difference between an educated shouts from careless whispers…

Careless whispers. Ironic, pathetic in nature and are but mockeries of life.
Let’s not to it guys…

I like the sound of educated shouts. Iconic, sympathetic in nature and are but appreciation of life.

‘di ba? mas nagandang pakinggang.

tata!

coffees&creams

It’s Monday, and the week that the guidance office has been, for almost 3 months now, preparing for; is just about to end. It’s been a long day that I had to have a hot shower to ease my muscles ( been very much physical the past few days ). Whoah, what a day indeed!

Anyway, in the shower I’ve realized things again; ever wondered why this blog is flagged “coffes and cream”? Well it’s a metaphor ( obviously and as always ) that represents the frantic urban living I have and the subtle, laidback life I once had that every once in a while I wanna bring about, both of which is represented respectively.

As a student, coffee by nature is of great help to stimulate a sleepy head to prepare for an exam. It’s a perfect breakfast, too, together with a toast or a loaf, I really can have a breakFAST. Coffee is always with me as I live a busy life, a life that I am happy having and owning. Only that every once in while, this whole fast paced metro living gets into me, that I do fly away to escape the traffic, the noise, the pollution, the mess of what urban living has become; to have “cream”. I’m lactose intolerant, that’s not possible but I mean; to have even a stolen taste of a life which is laid, relaxed, too cozy; like summer night below the stars laying on the rooftop ( oh I miss doing that! )


I may be strolling at a class A city but I can’t buy “creams” here all the time; it’s priced as in PRICED here. I always have coffee, coffees at that; for I need to keep up. I’m happy waking up late, coz I slept late; having brunches rather than breakfast, I enjoy a lot of thing here, but things always happen fast. Demands, pressures, expectations, deadlines, commitments… oh I feel too entwined with things I love doing at first but in the long run they suck! Whew, I wanna escape, I recall spending a day doing barely nothing at home when I was a kid. I wanna have a day like that again, no deadlines, no pressure, no commitments, no expectations just TV and soda and popcorn and a lazy sofa. A bum ( perfect ) even for a day!

I guess, with my current responsibilities, I just am getting too fed up…
Need some break…

Thus, lemme end this blog now and em gonna grab my blanket and pillow and doze to farmlands, beaches, and county homes, and kids and games and laughter and sofa with soda with TV and I gonna dream of that starry summer nights at the roof top.


Only to wake up again tomorrow, to my reality…

and start again with coffee, coffees at that.

makin' out and makin' up

I just made out with someone quite too good to have and to hold; and I just can’t make up my mind. I like what we have, there’s a thin line between simply making out and making love; when we were doing it, I felt that we were in that thin line. There’s respect above any thing.

The truth is I know what’s causing this feeling.

I have long accepted that I am not like the rest, that I am different. I am gay to most eyes but if you would follow the real definition, I am bisexual ( I can be with any gender ) I still dream of having my own family although that seems quite improbable now. Anyway that’s now my point as to why I am writing this thing.
I am not yet ready as to how my family will react, although it has been circulating in the family that I am not straight, confirming it is, duh, damn hard. I know they will understand but since the nature of change is that it most time come with chaos; I am afraid that I may not take what my family will say. Funny because the world knows the real Brent ( the fact that you’re reading this thing means I’m ready for the world) but my most immediate and intimate ( that’s ideally [intimate], although I really put a premium on my family ) love ones to know, by knowing I mean really know, who am. The truth is, I myself, am not yet ready to open up to them, but lately things’ been really good but whenever I’m confronted by the fact that my family does not REALLY know; I feel sick.

I have found liberation in my friends, my colleges but in my family, my heart say I am not yet ready, thus at home, I really am not at home.

**** but any way, I, I have always trusted the Lord, I know He has plans for me, and so I say, I’m open Lord. No defenses held ( although of course I’m only human )

Fiat Lord.

starting out.

Starting out, I am.

It’s 10 on the clock, just woke up over an almost enough sleep, been busy last night over the ORSEM videos that I was supposed to have submitted yesterday. At least its ready now for publication, been able to finish it before 3 in the morn’.

But despite that, guess I woke up again at the right side of the bed! I feel energized ( I need that most since Hubbie’s coming over, hehehehehe ) and I feel like so ready to celebrate life on this lovely Sunday. I have plans, and I choose to be more laid back today, I’ll just stay at home ( you know whom I’m with, *wink! )

Anyway, so much for that; le’mme hit my point for writing this blog ( over coffee at the coffee table [the usual]). Well, last night, actually earlier today at around a quarter to 3, just after I have finished the final touches of the movie I aforementioned; my laptop went blank! Yah! Like a damned dumb piece of crap. And yes indeed, I had to restart the thing and pray that the movie was saved ( or else I have to start from scratch, again ) To my horror; the thing was not in the collection ( meaning it was not saved ). Gosh! I’ve cursed every living person alive, then. Well to give you a glimpse of how hard to edit a movie is, doing it is like duh! HARD! So hard at that, you have to pick the perfect pictures or videos then of course the script, the transitions and effects; all of those you have to time and tune and sync and match with the background music! ( told yah, it’s hard, but it’s fun that’s why I love doing it )
Anyway, after freaked out, I realized I clicked the save icon a few times before the crap went dumb. So since prior to when I started editing, I saved the movie not on its default folder. Thus, if you’re familiar with how defaults in computers work; the movie automatically saved there. Bottom line? I freaked out, cursed all person alive and thought I have to start again without exploring all the possibilities first.
Human nature, I guess, will tell us to freak out during moments when we thought we’ve lost something that we’ve been keeping, doing, seeing; LOVING our entire lives. We’ve always been afraid of loosing things, missing events and of course, being left behind by people we care for.

Actually this blog goes to a friend, a very good friend of mine who lost “someone” over a friend. We’ll ‘bhe’ know that things will hurt, really hurt at first. But when guys leave girls, that ian’t dooms day. It’s a milestone. A new chapter unfolding while the curtains of the prior close. Look at the bright side my dear, love’s a game nobody really wins unless the both of you are really destined to spend eternity together. I point is that, if meant for you, that doesn’t mean that it’s only you who losses, he too is in loss since you both thought things are real between you. In the end of the day you both realized things, learn lessons of a life time and sooner than you know, move on and try to find the ONE, again.


I have always believed in love and serendipity. Sana ikaw din…

goodbyes&goodtimes

“While looking for the right one; we had fun with the wrong one ( or ones )…”

Just woke up at the right side of the bed! Yeah! And I just realized over coffee that hey I’m slowly learning! ( or atleast I think so ) Just this week I made out with someone I have known only in the cyber world. And to be honest, there’s no next time since I really hated myself having made out with him. Like duh! He’s not just the one. And I’m still trying to work out with Alex. ( he was my first, at least serious relationship ) but going back, I just realized that goodbyes are for good times! Well I mean, as the quote above shouts; while looking for the right one; we had fun with the wrong one ( or ones ). Oh diba malupit! Indeed, finally it’s clearer to me that I would only utter goodbyes to those people in my life that ought to be just “for fun”. It’s so mean, I know, but ‘tis the way we’re all gonna be better off.

I just remembered Blair, ( Gossip Girls) who said she wants to leave behind high school and so do I. Making out’s a thing of the past, just a by product of curiosity, rebellion, and a little taste of innocent slash wild fun, which are all but so highschoolish. I know I might seem and sound immature, but the past few weeks been molding me into something that’s quite more “me.” I do not know what to call it, but ‘tis like you wake up one day and realized certain things and it’s as if all through your life you’ve been so into it, although it’s practically a spur of the moment. ( am I making a point here? )

My bottom line, I finally know what I want; I finally have a glimpse of who really I am and what and who I have. ‘Tis like you are born again and bathe with self respect and love more than anything.

I guess, I’m just a little too not over that fact that things in my life are quite turning the way I want them to be. I finally ( I think ) have my official college friends, and they love for who I am as much I do them; and finally I think we’re finally settling down at one place ( at last my brother’s finally made up his mind to stay really to stay at a house we could for sometime call our home ); another is that lately I feel like I am being so trusted more than ever since I breathe, my gkeadz family and my family trust me with lots of things now ( and I love that, really )

So I guess; this is it, waking up at the right side the bed is sOOO FUN!

i am sober...

I am Sober, I guess; sober from the dissatisfactions the prior night provided. It’s not about the making out, maybe, but as of now, I think the fact that I guess I’m doomed to another “hindi sya” experience is making me sick. Damn sick.

I guess uunahan ko si Raffy to pause and find some healthy distractions.

I have been drunk of the possibilities that maybe making out will be fun; I am sober now, and turns out I was wrong. I thought I was gaining, I thought I was having fun, turns out, now that I have the hang over, I have been disintegrating.

Relationships should make us happier, should make us realize our wholeness. But for the past 2 years, turns out I haven’t been into one. I thought I was. But I was wrong, I am wronged. It was a make believe, but you what’s the irony is that it is I, myself who fooled myself. I was in the process of convincing myself that I am into the one, but actually I was into the thing. Just like a drunk person, when I was drunk I was insisting that I am sober, and now that I am sober, I wish I never got drunk. Hang over! Hangovers!

Ayan flowery na naman ang words ko; if naiintindihan mo, good, if hindi, forget about it.
Dala lang to ng dissatisfaction of what I thought was a happy story and this was even more triggered by “Lalake sa Parola”

I have been making many “creeds” lately but they never make it into my blogsite. Only now, this I really promise, one things, for I, me, and myself:

“Hindi lahat ng tao sa mundo katulad ni Mateo, bukas at totoo, minsan even the self is not open to things that it is afraid to accept or recognize; with this I promise that in the coming days, there will be no more making outs, but sooner, I wish I would be making love (with whom? I believe, hope that in this world, there is always a Mateo for every Jerome).”

I might sound vague but swear, this time I have learned.
Para saan pa na gender advocate na ako. ( the training was really helpful to me! )

Oh sya, mwAH!

mga alaala ng parola...

Mga Alaala ng Parola
Ito ay isang kwento ng pagHahanap ng tunay na kaligyahan…

I just watched “Ang Lalake sa Parola”, quite too good a movie to be distributed under the sheets of norms. True, it’s quite explicit, too revealing I guess; but the thing is, it’s not just the genitalia, but the story itself that’s quite too revealing ( at least I think, for some) Beyond the flesh, it’s not just a “homoerotic” story (that’s what the covers say) but a masterpiece story of finding one’s true self.

Isa syang kwento of discovering and accepting the authentic self, beyond the norms ( the norms that humanity set ) As from someone who knows his gender beyond anyone, I must say, the lessons of the movie are but the basics that any homo/bi/tripper (whatever he/she terms himself/herself) should know.

Pero, madalas, still there resides what Mateo portrayed, there is fear of the relative acceptance of the self beyond the acceptance the society may provide. Nakakalungkot that most of the time, kelangan pang gumawa ng mga “diwata” upang maipahatid lang ang talagang matagal nang nadarama. Crap na lang talaga ang mga taong buong buhay nila hindi maamin sa sarili ang totoo, double that, ganun kaCrap ang mga taong despite the genuineness of these people, are still left boxing and unreasonably labeling them, us, in their too narrow perspective of the self, happiness, lust and love.

I have always believed that there’s a difference between making out and making love; all my life I never made love with somebody, just kept making out. Fun, I must say but tama it’s really rare to find a “Mateo” in this world. Although hindi fiction ang story ni Mateo at Jerome, this world most of the time label it, most of the time look down on it. At first Mateo was making out with Jerome (the world pushed Him to), but in the end, the time came that He realized the grace of being with, and being the SELF, finally the “diwata” faded. Mateo will no longer make out, Him and Jerome will be making love (hopefully all of their lives)…

Making out and making love; there’s a difference, trust me.

Mejo nakakalito blog ko no,
Heto na tutumbukin ko na…
Just minutes ago, I thought I was making love, turns out we were making out. Tapos yan, napaisip ako, lahat ng sinabi ko sa taas totoo kaya?; that a guy loving another guy is not a fiction. Been exposed to counseling, funny but I guess I’m giving myself a little dose of reversed psychology. hahahahaha

But seriously, I’m again loosing ground. Darating kaya sya?
Kelan darating ang panahon that I won’t be needing a “diwata” anymore?
Darating nga kaya yun?

weeH! I think the movie’s getting into me, and my Hubbie, too. ( if I still decide to keep Him) Ah ewan, I have to be honest, I want a more intimate relationship. A kind of a relationship that sex is not just a thing ( making love not making out ), a kind of relationship that will make me wanna wake up everyday, a relationship that’s not superficial enough to surpass the pleasures of the flesh. Duh, my point is, I wish I have a Mateo in my life, a Mateo who finally realized the meaning of “diwatas” and finally decided to embrace his fate.

Ang tanong jan, darating ba sya…
May gusto akong sagot, but the answer depends on this society…
… and Him above there.

I just Hope I kept the passes that mama gave me, so that lumakas naman kapit ko kay BRO. 

*** been using “diwata” repeatedly, well in the movie it was meant to be a metaphor for true love amongst men camouflaged in the mystery of diwatas themselves. In my blog it simply symbolizes “escapes” or in a spec, things done to hide the truths of the heart.
*** uhm, may I add, officially, Hubby’s a thing of the past, just an hour ago, and He’ll remain as such.

mwAH.

Love Life! (Reflection Paper on GossipGirls)

Just arrived home after I drove my brother’s fiancé to the office ( she’s an accountant ), sat on the coffee table and realized something…

I damn LOVE MY LIFE!!!

It’s a quarter to nine and I have a day ahead, but I just feel so lazy to get going. To cheer me up here I am writing my blog.

As I said earlier, I so damn love my life. Last night after going to the movies and catching the premiere of Angles and Demons here in the Metro ( anyway I love the twist in the end, only that, don’t rely on the book, the movie’s quite twisted ) with my friends, a new circle. I had a dose of the entire first season of Gossip Girls, and until now I’m not so over it. It’s a hook! And it’s the perfect high school – college series I have ever seen. And to note, it’s so my life ( reserve those contradictions )

I have to admit that I ain’t born elite; we barely have enough. But anyway, I can relate more to Dan in terms of social status. I’m just a “commoner” amongst a few accolades that really are in to the “light”. But anyway, I really am most impressed by Blair’s statements ( remember the scene in her house with those baggy old fashioned bitches dressed in very conservative clothes only to hide their carcasses? ) that she thought she was leaving college behind, turns out the “society” she wants to infiltrate haven’t left that paradigm. Whew! That was so cool of her, and to note, it became the starting point for me to start liking her ( she’s sooo mean in the first season’s first chapters! ) Given that dilemma, I’m so into her character like 8 hours ago ‘till now ( oh, even the lingo, hahahaha ) But kidding aside, I really am deeply touched by her character. Felt the same.



I started in Ateneo like from damn scratch; had no one aside from my brother who by the way is 13 years older than me and is already a college instructor. That’s not very nice to have for a “company” in college. Anyway, I came to know certain people, some. But that some really are a blast! Found my target friends, just like Jen, I aimed for the “them” people to really have a good taste of college; turns out they still are high school bound. Good for me to realize that after I thought I’m into the group, I’m actually not. Well, I have to be honest, that turned my world upside down, for quite a time too. But living the past behind, look at me now! Found the real people to REALLY understand me, and to REALLY want me around as much as I want them around. I am like so Dan, he needs not to make efforts to make it into the inner circle, the circle has its own way of picking the rightful people to complete it.

Damn right?

Whew! Just really love GossipGirls! but love more my life now…

I will not anymore trade the movies, the fresh air blowing at the back of a pick up, dinners and casual lunches, the chats and friendly nothings over a few spirits, the besso and hugs; I will never anymore trade the genuine hearts I have around for the fame of being into the “them” group. GossipGirls reiterated what life’s been trying to teach me, that the lime light and the glamour shines dim on hearts who barely know how to open up. True friends around is warmer than the spotlights!

Tata…

still looking for my treasure...

Been very busy lately that today when I did some brainless tasks, I got too occupied by certain thoughts that have quite been bothering me ever since I do not know…

I’m working on certain stuffs for this year’s ORSEM and that required me to reVIEW the movie “Treausre Planet.” It first premiered six years ago and saw it a couple of time already. But lately I find myself so into Jim Hawkins’ character…

Whew, well until now, so to speak, I still feel so felt alone. Just like Jim, I miss a parent. I miss my mom so much everyday that I look for figures from my constant acquaintances and friends that will well represent mama. That’s not that bad, diba? If only hindi ako nagiging too possessive of them that I become jealous whenever they seem to be attached to people other than myself. Hai, isn’t that, not so good. Diba?

Sabi ko nga kay Nysh, I think SAD (seasonal affective disorder) lang ‘to. But I guess hindi rin, been feeling this ever since I don’t know. The trend is, it surfaces, then gets gone ( the duration varies ) then resurfaces again. It’s the same thing over and over again. At times I think the emotion is not anymore centered with lost of a mom. I guess hindi ko na rin talaga masatisfy ang sarili when it comes to my relationships. Most of the time, someone triggers this emotion. The last time I felt like this was because of ate Nikki, I felt so attached to her although I really wasn’t that close to her then. Tapos yun, things happened and BAM the emotion rose. Had it even blogged. Tapos ngayon, si ate Minnie. Although we’re okay now ( we had a quite of a COLD WAR ) but I still don’t feel okay.

In a methaphor, it’s like that I have found the treasure island and yet sooner than I can ever imagine, pinapakawalan ko na pala. Ohhh! I’m so messed up!!!

(lemme breath first, sip on my chocolate )

Ang drama ko na naman sa taas noh? Practically I’m okay, sad lang because medyo maraming stress. Yah! Stress lang to; have lots to do.

Hai…
Hindi rin…

Whew, whatever is this…
Sana get gone.

I’m still looking for treasures…

ako mismo

Ako Mismo. Si Brent Mismo.

I saw this advocacy ad in TV one time and then wham; I fell in love with its advocacy. As a matter of fact, I am writing this blog in response to that call and as a completion of a promise I attested to the group as I become a member.

AKO MISMO.

Sounds cheesy for some, but really; to ask, how many of us entertained the thought that that “hey, nothings really gonna happen with this current dilemma” The truth is, there really is no problem, not even DESPAIR, a Filipino can’t surpass. A nation of a handful dialects, of tribes and varied religions; but did that tear as apart? Nothing! Not even a super typhoon or a gigantic upheaval of Pinatubo did make a Filipino turn aback his trail. For how many times did fellow Filipinos die for the love of mother land? For what that Ninoy’s undaunted words, “the Filipino is worth dying for” are proudly printed in our five hundred bill. Tapos, ngayon, basta basta na lang tayo titiklop? Pardon my words but ****ina na lang talaga.

It’s true that we pretty have a lot of share of tribulations, but why is it so romanticized over our feats? The truth is; we are pretty much better off now than we were. Opportunities abound, freedom comes with birth. So what’s the fussing for?

Economically, we are not better, but we are not bad. Politically, we are not that humble anymore under this globe we share. Educationally, we are exceptional in many of a few aspects. But sadly, why is it that every one thinks that we are doomed.

Oh common, Uncle Sam is in recession, the Queen Elizabeth’s experiencing it too; so why despair? The sun will shine tomorrow, why fuss today? Hopeless people are hopeless. And to add, masyado lang mga duwag to face life.

I once come about an idea in Riders Digest, the author said, “since childhood, for how many times did we think that we are doomed and our situation is hopeless; and then wake up the next day okay?” True enough, the world revolves.

Kaya sana lang, you, after reading this, think twice…
Remember Vincent Peale’s philosophy, “the thought dictates the deed”

I know my voice is nothing but a minute shout in a crowd, but I will never ever let despair run over my perspective in life. Mangangarap at mangangarap ako hanggat hindi ko naaabot ang mga pangarap na ito. Cheesy di ba? But to tell you, every man and woman written in the pages of history books, every person whose epitaphs are shouting that “here lays a person who lived a life worth living”, all of this guys started with a dream. They worked for it, and in the end earned more than the dreams they made.

Sa ngayon, simple akong estudyante. Bukas, I know I’ll be someone kasi panghahawakan ko kung ano man ang meron ako ngayon, kung ano man ang environment ko ngayon.

Ako Mismo, si Brent Mismo, aayusin ang direksyon ng buhany nya para in that way, maliit man, makatulong na magkadireksyon ang super love kong mother land.

I have always been proud of my tan, my eyes, my accent… kasi Filipino ako. And I will never get tired of loving who I am, what I am. Kikilos ako, ako mismo.

china! ( an AKO MISMO CAMPAIGN )

CHINA.
( an AKO MISMO Campaign )

China. When I was kid China would simply means a country somewhere above the Philippines, as according to the map. All I know is that it’s way too big that a lot of its geography is with snow. And that my real name, Vincent, is a name of a flower there. Beyond that, China is nothing but an ordinary country.

After being aware of the world for 18 years now, I’ve realized partly I was right that China is vast, but I never realized that the entire world is CHINA! From Russia to America, to Italy and Manhattan; there would always be a touch of China.

I just finished showering, and since I am staying with mommy La for a week now, who happens to have her children working abroad; lately I’ve been seeing a lot of Pasalubongs from them displayed in the house. Earlier, while I was brushing my teeth, I took notice of the magnets in the fridge; most of which came from different countries. There was this post card type with a prayer and a picture of Niagara ( I still wonder what’s the connection of a prayer for a child and a falls ), Rome was there, a miniature of the Eiffel tower is displayed near a Singaporean symbol that I still do not know if it is really a lion or a mutated fish. I also saw a maple leaf and a snowman near a magnet from New York and San Francisco; since it seems that the two latter are the newest in the collection I tried to remove it from the fridge to take a closer look. At the back, there were still price stickers, and to my amazement, both have a “made in china” label! So I lifted all the rest from the fridge and found five more labeled “made in china”. I never knew that there is a New York in China, or that the Eiffel tower is in China!

I just can’t believe it; I thought the “half of the world’s products are from China” thing is not true. Seems like, there’s truth in it. Well, since I was a kid our kitchen is practically from China; the mugs, the plates, the cookers and even the table cloth. Now seems like even though most of the things in the house are bought either locally or from the states, more than half of which is from CHINA!

Gosh, a Chinese invasion is really on.

But no matter what, I just hope sooner I will also see a Philippine Invasion (wouldn’t it be nice to hear, “half the world’s products are from the Philippines”). But to be honest it still seems too far from reality, as of now, I just hope local products prosper locally.


In line with my faith to the Ako Mismo Campaign here are the things/ places produced/found in our locality that is worth our patronage:

1. hapEE tooth paste
2. Bench Clothing
3. the new bora is in CamSur!!! ( Caramoan in particular )
4. CWC!!!
5. Jollibee
6. there’s this new brand of Philippine made motorcycles (just forgot the name)
7. National Bookstore
8. BASKET!!! (kuya Kim is promoting it too!)
9. Makati Shoes ( havaianas are still allowed, hehehhhe)
10. porn? Buy local scandals ( hahahhhhahhahha )
11. FMCC ( 3 stars and a sun, Franciss M’s company )
12. SM Malls
13. Ayala Establishments
14. Ateneo BSBA and Entrep Students’ products!!!
15. and many more that I might not know but you do.

This blog sounds cheesy but, wouldn’t you be delighted by the thought that sooner China will be out and Philippines will be in. Sounds fun, doesn’t it.

Ako Mismo, si Brent Mismo

a piece of havaianas...

this is actually my entry for the Summer Challenge hosted my havaianas here in bicol; but it turned out that particapnts should be physically fit... ohoh... not meant for.
So to save this article from being junked... might as well share it to the world...

munch on...

I Experienced the Original

I have always adored Havaianas; its high end touch has a feel of elegance, elitism, and a little lot of pride. With this thought in mind, I have always pictured using my flops only in places like Avenue Square, in the malls and in certain cozy restos. But among all places, I love wearing it in school despite the fact that rubber slippers are not allowed inside our campus; well as I always tell my friends, it’s not just a slipper, it’s Havaianas.
My picture of where Havaianas can only stroll changed when my school organization decided to conduct an outreach program for the Aetas of Itbug, Buhi. To reach the place our group had to, for a few minutes, ride a boat and for almost an hour, had to walk through mud, rocks, and rivers. And to note, for that we had to cross to mountains. I was wearing my Havaianas then; it was fun seeing my only pair of Havaianas gets soaked in mountain waters, poked by various rocks and enveloped by mud. Despite the roughness and wildness of the trail, all through out the hike these little flops gave me so much comfort. I never felt tired of walking from a house to another to deliver a humble Christmas to the Aetas since I have these little angels on. Over all, the experience was really humbling, having walked that far, and to note, that hard just to share a little something to our fellow Bicolanoes on the season of sharing.
That experience taught me that even Havaianas can get muddy; that even I, living in comfortably can immerse into the lives of those less fortunate. To fully experience life, I had to be like my Havaianas; faithful to the saying as the going gets tough, the tough gets going
My blue baby Havaianas never lets me down, it’s my perfect partner whether on a casual lunch with friends in a cozy resto in the metro or a fun filled hike to Itbug. The authenticity of life’s humble joys comes in many forms. Real fun can be experienced over lunch with friends as much as; it can be shared after a hell of a hike. One thing I know, to fully experience life, it requires being true. I am Brent, a student, a volunteer, a friend and I experienced the original. I experienced Havaianas.

the time is near...

THE TIME WAS COME...

SOON...

retract retract...

sorry sa mga nsagasan...
sorry sa mga na side swift..

sorry sa mga nasabi ko...

sorry, sorry, sorry..

retract retract, retract..

isang taon n lng...

Isang taon n lng...

Sabi ng puso ko...

It’s ironic how things that you used to love suddenly just turn aback. Ayoko na.

I would have to be very honest; I felt pretty much worthless kanina. Kung mababasa mo man to kuya, it’s fine really, thanks for reminding me worthless paLa ako, na worthless pla ang batch 17.

Sorry ha, kasalanan naming na hindi kamin assuming, tanong lang did we ever left a responsibility behind? Oo, mas marami kayong ginawa, oo mas marami ding ginagawa ang mga bagong SV; does that justify the notion na wala pala kaming silbi.

FYI lang, we tend to assume positions, too; but we work our way up there, hindi naman siguro kasalanan na magGive way, since tatlo lang pala tayo dito sa office, yung magagaling na bago, tapos kami yung mga inactive na batch 17. Tama ka nga, dalawang klase lang ng tao ang taga guidance, bakla tas bagla. Ewan ayoko mag ASSUME kung ano ang category ko, basta isa lng ang alam ko, pag magkokomant ako sa isang tao sisiguraduhin ko i’ll never compare kasi, FYI again, iba’t iba ang tao, this is how we learn, this is simply us, tapos hindi rin ako magGEGENARALIZE kasi FYI ulit hindi lahat magkakatulad, kayo lang pala magagaling, kayo lang pala ang mga devoted sa office, KAYO lang PALA ang maraming nagagawa. And lastly, hindi kami bastos enough to talk about how KAHINA ang isang tao sa harap ng taong pagkokomparahin mo sa kanya. You could have told us, alone, hindi sa harap ng MAGAGALING na tulad nio. We walk our ways, hindi ko pinangarap to imitate ang mga taong iba rin from us. The bottom line, hindi naman sigurong kelangan ipamukha pa ‘di ba? Tanong ko lang gaano pa bilis binigyan kami ng pagkakataton? Sila? Kelan? Sino? Bakit sa tingin mo madali silang binigyan ng position? Hindi kami against them, nor you...

Ang amin lang acknowledge your WORK, we recognize that magagaling kayo, na magagaling sila. Kung hindi nyo kayang makita ang ginagaw naming, atleast , don’t label, or box us.

FYI din ate, hindi naming kinuquestion ang what you have attained, as you put it into words ibang level...

True alam naming yun, pero sana lang wag naming ipamukha na wala kaming ginagawa, coz for the first place nagpawis, nageffort, nagtrabaho din kami. We acknowledge your work, did you also acknowledge us. To be frank, that (your statement) was very sarcastic and very selfish.

Wala akong naexperience ever in my life na ipahiya sa harap ng mga taong gusto kong kasama ng mga taong. I thought kasama ko. We’re losing grip, I’m losing grip; duwag na kung duwag, but i’d rather turn aback than harap harapang magmukhang tanga. PC, sweet word, very sweet, pero asan na kaya yun?

Matagal ko nang alam how beneficial it would be being in the guidance office pero hindi ko na rin madeny na hindi na ako Masaya. FYI sa tingin mo, ako lang ang makakaFeel nito? If yes, siguro subject to bias lang to, pero bakit collective na? Asan yung lapse, asa amin lang?

Just a point.

i'm trying to keep with your flow...

i'm trying to push myself into the system.

i thought i've made it...

hindi pala...

so far dalawa lang ang posible reasons,

1st someone might have dragged me down...

second, someone might have pushed me away...

guess what, i looked back my shoes are fine.

ramdom thoughtsII ( THINGS I LEARNed IN COLLEGE )

Here I am again for random thoughts...

This time my inspiration ( we can call it that way ) is all the pressure I have right now now nah nah now...

College is fun, but at times it’s damn (I don’t have the right word)...

Anyway This Time,

Random Thoughts...

Brings to You...

THINGS I LEARNed IN COLLEGE

1. My basic grammar is not really basic unless it’s a math teacher am talking to

2. That there are only two kinds of people, the math nerds and the authentic wiz ( tayo yun)

3. That calculus, aside from geometry is the most irrelevant idea ever invented.

4. That 3am in the morn’n is not really that late do make a video presentation for a 1unit subject.

5. That you really have only two best friends, your laptop and your wallet! ( lalo na pagFINALS )

6. That term papers can really be done overnight.

7. You finally appreciate the value of silence coz you’re rarely silent.

8. That those vacant times are the best times to waste doing NOTHING!

9. That DISTURBIA really pertains to term papers, video presentation, final paper defence and examination-tomorrow-shit-i-haven’t-studied-yet all rolled into one! ( your mind is in distubbia... bum bar ah bi bum bum!)

10. That the fire exits are actually the best way to use when you are late!

11. That the 3^rd floor isn’t really that far and high (unless nakaLeather shoes K!)

12. That learning Mandarin is easier than math.

13. That the there are only 3 places where you can you really be stress free, first the canteen, second the next canteen, third sa pinakamalapit n Mall.

14. That prelaw legal management is easier than accounting...

15. That seminars are really important esp. if attendance is to be checked.

16. That WiFi spots are porn spots! ( hala kayo jan! )

17. that there are only two things that would really remind you of home in school, first the cool aircon and second your teacher acting like as if she’s your mom ( mas ganda si mama noh! )

18. that most cute men... also wants men! ( hay! Kakawindang! )

19. That there are only two TV channels that you should know, MYX and Blumberg ( aminin hindi ko rin alam ang Blumberg’s Time ni father tabora )

20. That it’s either Atenista ka (eheM), La Salista, USTI! O kabilang ka sa losers! (peace)

21. Masarap ang coke taz mais con yelo pag libre!

22. That payphones that uses coins still exist ( oh baka sa Ateneo na Lng!? )

23. That organizations are really a big help! Hiraman ng speaker pag nagmalFuinction ang speaker mu, taguan ng gamit ( instant locker) and most of all taka pressure sayo lalo na pag Exams!

24. That fake chucks can enter the gates but fake havaianas need to pay fine! ( of di’ba!? )

25. That there are only two important school personels to befriend, first ung guard sa first gate, second yung sa kabilang gate! ( heheheheheh )

26. That good girls aren’t really goods.

27. That may na meet ka na palang PORNSTAR kaso hindi mo napansin kasi tahimik sya sa Klase!

28. That yung super crush ng crush mung dancer sa super sexy ay most of the time, BAKLAh!!!

29. That , pwedeng magtago ng cheat sa medyas.

30. That Presidents listers are not really smart ( masisipag Lang )

31. That you can actually smoke at the back of the library.

32. That you can also smoke inside the CRs wag lang sa malapit sa OSA.

33. That foreign students most of the time understand “ang puti nya noh?!”

34. That marami kang marerealize but you’d run out of time!

35. That blogging relieves stress... ( swear, pwo mnakakapuyat din! )

Oh cya at mahabahaba nay an, GUDNYT! Good day if umaga mu man to mabasa...

>brent’s out!

>Tototot...