Archive for Abril, 2012

Chewing Gums and Letting Go

Abril 27, 2012

Some good things in life are like bubble gum. No matter how much we relish chewing it, we should be aware that at a certain point, we would have to spit it out. After a good number of times chewing it, it will lose its taste. Let it stay longer and it will turn to mush. Try swallowing it and it could only lead to complications.

I once absentmindedly slept with gum in my mouth. Even if I had stopped chewing in my sleep, the gum still disintegrated. I woke up to find the disgustingly unrecognizable remains of what could have passed as a finalist in The Ten Best  Bubble Gums I Had Ever Tasted prior the disintegration. And I ended up regretting not spitting it out when I knew I already had to.

Yes, even gums of that caliber must go.

The gum sure would not be an inch as sweet as it had originally been, but it would still resemble, in a way, its original form.

Moral?

Letting go of something we so much treasured may be one task too gargantuan.
But sometimes, it’s just the right thing to do.
We should learn to let go, and we should also learn the right time to do it.
 

Ang Kaibahan (Salin ng Tulang The Difference)

Abril 26, 2012

I found something interesting in one of my reference books from college. Apparently, it was one of those unsubmitted homeworks (which I’m proud to say, weren’t too many by the way) I had from my sophomore year in one of my courses (Retorika). The topic was Pagsasaling-Wika (Translation) where we were asked to translate songs and poems in English to Filipino.

The title of the poem is The Difference written by an unknown author. The following was the salin (translation) I made entitled Ang Kaibahan.

(Disclaimer: Please don’t hate. This was written when I was just 17 years old and during a time when I had been more interested with Ms Cute Classmate with Curly Hair than on brushing up my English or learning my Filipino better. Also, my apologies to Ms Tall Professorwhose name slips my mind as of the moment- if I had been less of a person by not submitting this one!):)

Ang Kaibahan

 

Isang umaga’y maagang nagbangon

agad nagmadali sa pagharap sa mga hamon

napakarami ng mga dapat kong tapusin

at di naglaan ng oras ni sa pananalangin.

 

Mga sulirani’y biglang dagsa ang pagdating

at tila bumigat ang bawat gawain

“Bakit ako’y di tulungan?”, sa Diyos aking dinaing

Sumagot siya, “Ipinagkaloob ko sana kung iyong hiniling.”

 

Ninais kong makita ligaya’t kariktan

sa halip ang nakamit dilim at kalungkutan

sa pagtataka’y nagtanong kung ba’t di napagbigyan

Diyos ay tumugon, “Kung hinanap sana’y iyong namasdan.”

 

Mapalapit sa Panginoon ay pilit ring sinubukan

sa kandado’y ginamit bawat susing tangan

hanggang Diyos ay nangusap nang mapagmahal at marahan,

“Anak kung ika’y kumatok agad kang napagbuksan.”

 

Ngayong umaga’y maagang nagbangon

sandaling tumigil bago humarap sa mga hamon

napakarami ng mga dapat kong tapusin

na ako’y huminto upang manalangin.

CAJE © 2007

 

The following is the original version of the said poem:

The Difference

 

I got up early one morning
and rushed right into
the day;

I had so much to accomplish,

that I didn’t have time to pray.

 

Problems just tumbled about me;

and heavier came each task.
“Why doesn’t God help me?”
I wondered.

He answered, “You didn’t ask.”

I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on,
gray and bleak;

 I wondered why God didn’t show me.
He said, “But you didn’t seek.”

I tried to come into God’s presence,
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
“My child, you didn’t knock.”

I woke up early this morning,

and paused before entering the day;

I had so much to accomplish

 that I had to take time to pray.

Anonymous

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Found anything interesting in any of your old things lately?

Toma Session 101

Abril 25, 2012

I.

P’re, paikutin mo na ang baso.

Nagtatagal na sa palad mo

Marami pang naghihintay

Malamnan ang nanghihinging atay

II.

Bosing Tanggero!

Taasan mo naman ng konti ang tagay mo

Bitin pa ang lalamunan ko

Nag-aantay ng guguhit nang todo

III.

Maglabas ka pa ng kornik!

Wala na’ng laman ang platito

O kaya mag-gisa ng kormbip

O bumili ng chichiryang mamiso

IV.

O tsong ‘wag kang sumuka dito

‘Di ako banyo

Tsaka ayokong umuwing amoy tsiko

Mayayari ako kay ermats nito

V.

O asan na’ng gitara?

Magja-jamming tayo ng kanta ‘di ba?

Miss ko na ‘yung Rivermaya,

O kaya bigyan mo ko ng Parokya!

VI.

Sumisigaw na si Aling Tekla

Ala-una na raw ang ingay pa ng tropa

Magrereklamo raw sa barangay

Peste raw tayong mga tambay

 VII.

Mag-iisang round pa ba?

‘Di ko na ata kaya

Nahihilo na ko ng sobra

Narinig n’yo ba yung buwan tumatawa?

Ako ay May Lobo

Abril 25, 2012

pataas,

nang pataas, nang pataas.

palayo, 

nang palayo, nang palayo.

paliit, 

nang paliit, nang paliit.

palabo, 

nang palabo, nang palabo.

hindi na raw makikita?

lalamunin ng ulap

hindi na raw mahahabol?

tatangayin ng hangin

ihahatid sa kalawakan

patungo sa  katapusan.

Spoliarium

Abril 23, 2012

29 March 2004

Ikaw,

10:23 pm

Tarantado talaga yung taksi drayber kanina. Akalain mong nangongontrata? Ang lapit lang kaya ng Dasma! Hayop s’ya. Wag n’ya ‘kong gamitin kung gusto n’yang kumita ng ekstra.

Kilala mo ko. Ayoko ng nagpapagamit. Ayoko ng pinagmumukha akong tanga. Ayokong nakakahanap ng taong kaya akong utakan.

Alam mo bang “honor student” ako dati? Lagi nga kong may medal twing umaakyat ng stage eh.  Bilang ko yun lahat. Bente kwatro na ata. Science, Math, Essay Writing, Spelling… Lahat alam ‘ko. Nakwento ko na ata sa’yo ‘to eh.

Tapos lagi akong lider, lagi akong boss. Yung ako yung nasusunod? Walang kumukontra saken. Walang umuubra. Kahit titser bumabaluktot saken. Debatista yata ako. Pinakamahusay raw umargumento sabi nung trainer namin.

Tsaka alam mo magaling akong mag-gitara. Wala akong di kayang kapain na kanta. Di ba nga ‘yun yung dahilan kung bakit napasagot kita? Sabi mo ang galing kong kumanta. Pucha, maganda yung boses ko noon.

Tapos sabi mo gusto mong lagi kitang kinakantahan. Asan na nga ba yung gitara tsaka yung lumang CD? Di ko pa nalilimutan yung letra. Pati kords alam ko pa. Sabi mo nakakahawig ko si Ely Buendia tuwing hawak ko yung gitara.

Shet.

Korni pero kinikilig ako pag sinasabi mo yun.

Sobra.

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11:17

Dumilim ang paligid
May tumawag sa pangalan ko
Labing isang palapag
Tinanong kung okey lang ako
Sabay abot ng baso
May naghihintay
At bakit ba ‘pag nagsawa na ako
Biglang ayoko na

Swabe pa rin ang tunog ni Ely.  Hindi tunog lata.

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11:20

Masaya naman tayo, ‘di ba? Ang sabi ko nga sa’yo, hahanap agad ako ng trabaho ‘pag graduate naten. Sabay tayo di ba? Pangako naten yun eh. Tatlong taon na tayong gumagawa ng mga bagay ng magkasama.

Kaya nga nagtaka na lang ako nung nakikipag-kalas ka. Sabi mo pagod ka na? Bakit? Wala naman tayong problema ah? Wala kang binabanggit tapos bigla na lang na yon na? Nagulat ako syempre. Nasaktan. Biglaan eh.

Pero ‘di ako makasarili. Naintindihan naman kita. Sabi nila matalino ako. Magaling akong umintindi kaya dapat intindihin kita. Pinilit ko naman eh. Kahit mahirap. Kahit sobrang sakit.

Kaso pucha naman isang linggo pa lang.

Hawak kamay pa kayo sa kalsada. Siguro di mo ko nakita. Pero kitang-kita ko kayo eh. Alam mo bang ang sakit? Gusto ko sanang habulin ka. Kausapin. Saktan.

Kaso di ko nagawa. Kasi nakita kitang nakangiti.

Shet.

Di ka pa ngumiti ng ganoon sa tatlong taon tayong magkasama.

Naisip ko, pareho lang kayo nung taksi drayber.

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12:03

Ang totoo pinag-iisipan ko pa rin tong gagawin ko. Nag-iisa na lang si nanay eh. Grade 2 pa lang yung bunso namen. Alam mo yung pangako ko di ba? Sabi ko ako yung magpapaaral sa kanya. Tuwang-tuwa si gago. Mas matalino saken yun eh. Magpa-private school daw sya. Tapos magduduktor. Oo lang ako.

Si Nanay kakakausap ko lang kanina. Sabi nya masaya raw sya at gagraduate na tayo. Wag raw muna kong mag-asawa. Kung alam lang nya. Wala naman akong kinikwento eh. Kelangan nya raw ng katulong.

Pero mahal ako non.

Maiintindihan nya ko.

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12:34

Pinaikot ko ulit yung plaka. Bumanat na naman ng kanta si Ely. Pero alam mo huling jamming na namin to. Wala nang laman ang mga letra ng kanta. Hindi na uulet magkakaroon. Mamaya kaya pagkakita mo saken maaalala mo pang kahawig ko sya pag may bitbit akong gitara?

Sana.

12:35

     Ako

(DISCLAIMER: matindi pa ata ang hang-over ko kay Murakami napasulat tuloy ako nito. First attempt after 6 years ng di pagsusulat? Parang ganon na nga ata katagal. Tsaka matagal na rin akong di nakakagawa ng sulat. Uso na kasi ang text.At sorry sa mga medyo bad werds! Suri! :))

Wangak#2: Ep Bi STATUS (enkoments)

Abril 22, 2012

Okay. This is the second installment of my WANGAK Series (Nagtataka ka kung ano yung first? Actually ngayon ko lang naisip gumawa ng ganito. hihi. Binago ko na lang yung title ng post kong ito para masabing may pinanggalingan tong pinagagawa ko hihi ulet). Bat don weri, dis wil nat be as wangak as da pers. Isa itong pagmamayabang  pagsesenti paglilista ng mga status updates ko sa aking FB account simula Disimbir 30 hanggang Janwari Febrari ngayong 2012. At kagaya ng nakagawian, ang aking WANGAK series is broth brouth broght brught brot to yu bay Kaloyski’s Kakulangan ng Enspereysyon  and Matinong Matiryal tu Wrayt Abawt. Bow.

December 30

I stalked somebody’s fb page and it suddenly struck me how we all have a tendency to make a mess out of ourselves. We may get bitter and pessimistic at certain points in our lives but I believe doing “nasty stuff” isn’t necessary to emphasize that you are going through something. My life may not be perfect and I am definitely no judge to criticize others, but it saddens me to see people who used to be full of ambition, positivism, vigor and faith succumb to things that only bring temporary bliss. Most of us are not bad. But a lot of us are trying so hard to be

December 31

I can’t afford to lose a finger this New Year. Losing even a single one would make me a less credible Math Teacher. I won’t be able to count 1 to 10 using what would be left. Joke lang. Stay safe friends! New Year arrives in 4 hours

January 1

TWO-ZERO-ONE-TWO. Welcomed the new year with family and friends in my good old barrio. I sure wouldn’t trade this annual experience for the world. Let 2012 be a fruitful year to one and all. 

Adios 2011. You have been a very effective teacher, one i’ll definitely remember in the years to come.

Happy 2012!

January 2

“I won’t worry my life away!”
-The Remedy by Jason Mraz and memories of high school

January 4(comment to KQ)

LAGE MO NA LANG AKO INEENYERFACE EH! Kaya inuunahan na kita. lol

January 5 (comment to AKF)

140% AKF. I’m convinced I’m Russian.

January 10 (comment to JM)

A good guy can still get the girl. For this to happen, however, he has got to be rich. Or he has to have a wonderful sense of humor

January 16

Addiction. Addiction. Addiction. (in reference to Live’s Selling the Drama… hindi to droga ah!)

January 18

STRIKE 3 NA EH. Out na. (kabobohan ko naman minsan)

January 23 (comment to KQ)

no brainer. the nazis had tanks.

January 25

Gamit ko BB ni Hindi Ako Si Potpot. Haha

January 28

BM’s status: A boy and a girl getting together is like taking a bus. You end up on a particular bus because the right number comes along at a right time.” (falling leaves- adeline yen mah)

(comment to BM)

But there would be times when you would get tired of waiting for the right bus, so you end up riding the wrong one.

(reply to BM’s comment)

Tama. Baba na. Bago ka pa mapalyo at mahirapang bumaba. Minsan pa nga hindi na talaga. Aantayin mo na lang matapos ang byahe. At malungkot ka non panigurado.

January 30 (comment to KDJ)

Actually, we need to take “breaks” every now and then. A time off from all of life’s complexities is sure to bring clarity of mind.It helps to look at things from another angle

February 14

Today I am reminded of how important it is for one to be sensitive of other’s feelings – especially those people who are very dear to you, people who without you knowing are selflessly putting your interest above their own. They too need appreciation, or at least something that will remind them that their efforts are acknowledged. After all, Bob Ong was right in saying that once you turn your back to someone and once that someone decides to do likewise, you would have to circumnavigate the world just to see that person face to face again. Even bridges made of the sturdiest wood turn to ashes once they are burned.

February 16(comment to KDJ)

to explore the vast  ocean, one should not be afraid to lose sight of the shore

February 22

Okay. I am now convinced I’m a Math Teacher. When I opened Google Chrome, I thought i saw the SINE WAVE

En dis, leydis en gentelmen, is haw yu apdeyt yur blog! KAPAMPAMAN wins!

Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Abril 22, 2012

Sex. Music. Booze. More sex. Death. Revolution. Hypocrisy. University life. More death.  Young love. 13-Year Old liars. Revolution. Past and Present Subjunctives. Lunch out. Writing letters. Skipping classes. The Beatles. Porn movies. Storm Trooper. Classic novels. Graphic. Erotic. Out of the box. Simple. Twisted. Mad world. Mad people. Past. Present. Real. Imagined. Life. Death again.

I don’t even know how to start a review of this novel so I just thought of typing words and phrases that pretty much sum up my first  Haruki Murakami  experience. I am not even sure if what I will be writing will pass as one.

Norwegian Wood  is all too new for me. I have definitely heard how a lot of people  praise Murakami’s works and Murakami’s ideas as a writer by reading about people’s reviews of his work. But I made it a point not to read the content of whatever Murakami novel they are reviewing or to focus so much on what they think of the story. I had wanted to experience reading his works first hand, with my mind devoid of other people’s thoughts on them. I read reviews just to make sure that I have sufficient background of what it will be like.

Turns out, one can never be completely prepared for Murakami’s unconventional ideas. Norwegian Wood is something like a privileged look at what is going through this man’s mind. It is not really his poetry or artistry you would admire. It’s the sickness of his ideas and the gravity of the impact it will create on you. You will love him and hate him at the same time for doing it. Anyone who has read Norwegian Wood would understand me if I say I had started to look at any 13-year old girl with suspicion now. Or how it would be difficult for me to look at reserved, shy 20-year old women and not think about how she is like when she’s alone with her boyfriend. I am betting Murakami will succeed in “polluting” your head with things you were afraid to imagine or have never even thought of. Whether you are ultra conservative or not is even beside the point.  His hard-to-believe ideas will linger in your head, initially with resistance, but after quite some time, you would be swayed to believing every single thought.

I finished Norwegian Wood after several attempts, probably on my third one. The first time I did read it, I made it until the first or second chapter, then I fell asleep. Weeks after, I tried it a second time and realized I had to reread the first two chapters again. So I did. This time I made it until Chapter 3. Then I seemed to lose interest and decided I’d put it aside first, go back to reading a young adult series, before I return to it. I finished the said series, but I never got back to Norwegian Wood and it lay dusty on my bed for two more weeks. Then last night, I finally found the urge to pick it up. I started rereading everything after dinner, and I stopped at  3 am, reserving the last few pages when I wake up.  I woke up at 10:00, and was done with the book 30 minutes after. It’s funny how I did not find it engaging at first, only to realize after how an interesting masterpiece it is.

I don’t think I should talk about the story. It’s but another love story, yet it’s something more. How sometimes in love you’re afraid to let go of two things at the same time when you’re obliged to make a decision sooner or later. Then it’s also a coming-of-age book. It’s full of inner conflicts, unresolved issues, and crazy ideas. You’d suspect it’s allegorical at some point then one minute you’re no longer sure if the writer just means what he says.

I have two more Murakami books on my book shelf. They’ve been untouched for a month or so. I wonder how my second Murakami experience will be.

Falling Slowly

Abril 18, 2012

I was there, seated on the beach and staring at the vast ocean, wondering how far beyond it stretches and at what point it touches the sky. Then I’m reminded of the physical distance that exists between us. Miles. Seas. Lands. But it sure won’t compare to the distance I’m afraid I would feel once we see each other again. I have fears I’ll admit. And  I am trying hard not to focus my thoughts on them.

So I made the call, seeking for reassurance while constantly asking myself about making the right choices. But when I heard your voice, it pained me still. Everything about your voice hurt me – how you sounded like you don’t feel any guilt, and how much it reminded me of how I hate myself for allowing to be hurt again.

Then you asked me about stars, if there were a lot of them. That’s when that song played. I tried to keep the conversation but I got distracted. I listened intently and tried hard to make out the words.

These lines stuck to my head.

Take this sinking boat and point it home,

We’ve still got time

Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice,

You’ll make it now.

I don’t know. But at that point, I felt compelled to make a choice.

So I chose to stay; and to try it one last time, hoping that this time I’ll see you on the other side.

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Here’s the full song by the way.

 

Falling Slowly

 


Glen Hansard and Marketa Iglova

I don’t know you

But I want you

All the more for that

Words fall through me

And always fool me

And I can’t react

And games that never amount

To more than they’re meant

Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We’ve still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You’ll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me

And I can’t go back

Moods that take me and erase me

And I’m painted black

You have suffered enough

And warred with yourself

It’s time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home

We’ve still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You’ve made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody

I’ll sing it loud

Random Photos and My Captions

Abril 18, 2012

Just random pictures and the captions I wrote for them.

Picture Number 1

Picture No. 1

I noticed this chair at the back of the room while I was conducting remedial classes. I thought it would make an interesting picture so when the time was right (euphemism for when my students weren’t looking) I took out my phone and immediately took a snapshot of it.

Picture Number 2

I was playing this puzzle game on my phone when this happened. Similar to the first one, I thought it was a very interesting picture to write a caption for. One word to describe this: EMO!

Picture Number 3

I saw this in a department store when I accompanied a friend to buy sunblock. I found it funny initially, then I was reminded of some people and the price they are willing to pay for the pursuit of physical perfection.

Picture Number 4

This is another shot I took during remedial class. Actually the blue chair at the back is for observers. It just suddenly hit me how in a sea of brown chairs, the only blue chair is placed at the far end of the room, isolated from the others.

Picture Number 5

As an adviser, I am usually tapped to distribute forms or memos from the registrar’s office to my students. This is one such, and the memo’s title just made me laugh. No explanation needed I guess.

Wangak #1: Wanhandred

Abril 18, 2012

Hi peeps! Long taym no see! (Shepaks, lakas ng loob kala mo may avid readers!)

Sa kakulangan ng matinong materyal na isusulat, at dahil na rin sa hirap akong mag-Ingles nitong mga nakaraang araw (hehehe) eh magsusulat muna ko gamit ang aking nateev naytive  neytib dila. At kagaya ng nakagawian, dahil bunga ito ng boredom (nakana alam ang boredom) at isipang puno ng  kalokohan, tiyak na namang walang sustansya ito at walang kapararakan. (Rhyming yon, bow!) Naiinggit kasi ako dun sa nabasa ko minsan sa Facebook, yung may listahan ng mga “random facts” tungkol sa sarili. Wala lang. Inggitero lang talaga ko. Dahil bakasyon na naman at wala rin naman tong patutunguhan eh eto: Dyaran! Leydis en gentelmen, let mi prisent to yu may beri own Wanhandred: Listahan ng Mga Random Facts Ni Math Teacher!

Sabi nga ni idol April Boy  Regino: “Aryu redi pipol?” 

  1. Isa akong guro. Obvious. 2 Years na.
  2. Math ang itinuturo ko pero sabi nila mukha raw akong Filipino teacher.
  3. Ako ay tweynti tu yirs old na. Kakabertdey ko lang.
  4. Munggo is my favorite. Kahit di ko pa rin sigurado hanggang ngayon kung anong tamang spelling nya (mongo, munggo, monggo, green na beans)
  5. Hindi ako kumakain ng ketchup (isa pa tong magulo ang spelling. pasok: catsup).
  6. Hindi ako kumakain ng meyoneys(hihihi… ang safe ng spelling).
  7. Mali pala yung 5 at 6. Kumakain pala ko non pag nakahalo na sa pagkain. Kung may choice akong hindi isama (tulad ng hamburger o sandwich), hindi ko lalagyan.
  8. Takot akong magkamali ng spelling. Pinangangalagaan ko pa rin hanggang ngayon ang titulong “Speller of the Year” nung ako ay nasa portdyir hayskul! (hakhak)
  9. Naniniwala akong isa ang misspell sa pinakamahirap na i-ispell. May sademonyo sya.
  10. Chauffeur ang pinanalo kong salita noon laban kay Kenny ng IV-Mabini (bwahahahahaha). Pero ngayon nagdalawang isip ako kung tama ko sya inispell (hihihi).Wag kayong mag-alala. Tsuper ko na lang sya binabaybay(naks! Thanks Grade 4 Filipino teacher) ngayon.
  11. Paborito ko ang Algebra. At hindi ito simula ng pick up line.
  12. Hindi ako masyadong magaling sa Geometry. Konti lang. Hihihi!
  13. Letty ang palaway ng nanay ko. Matagal ko nang iniisip na kamukha nya yung artistang si Alicia Alonzo. May nunal nga lang.
  14. May alaga akong 2 manok dati. Mag-asawa sila. Patay na sila ngayon.
  15. Paborito kong kulay ang blue. Pero pag nakakalimutan kong blue ang paborito kong kulay, okay na rin ako sa green.
  16. Madalas, nalilimutan kong may paborito pala akong kulay.
  17. Ayoko sa mga taong palaging nagrereklamo lalo na sa pinakasimpleng bagay.
  18. Ayoko sa mga taong masyadong maingay.
  19. Ayoko sa mga taong nagtatanong tapos hindi naman pinakikinggan ang sagot.
  20. Tamad akong magtext. Mabubuhay akong walang cellphone.
  21. Hindi ko kayang sagutin ang text na 🙂
  22. Masaya ako kapag pagkatapos ng mahabang palitan ng text eh yung number 21 na ang isesend saken.
  23. Madalas nagkakatotoo ang mga panag-inip ko. Mga 3 times na sya nangyari.
  24. Joke lang yung second statement sa number 23. Totoo yung first.
  25. Bunso ako sa 4 na magkakapatid pero para raw akong panganay mag-isip.
  26. Ayoko ng taong sobrang madrama.
  27. Hindi ako nakikipagkaibigan. Ako ang nilalapitan (hihihihi, suplado! gwapo ko lang)
  28. Jennylyn Cruz ang pangalan ng unang crush ko nung Grade 5.
  29. Si Jennylyn Cruz ang unang babaeng sinulatan ko bukod sa English teacher ko nung Grade 3.
  30. Ate ni Jennylyn Cruz ang unang nagpa-alala sakin kung ga’no ako kapangit. 😦
  31. Hindi Math ang paborito kong subject nung nag-aaral pa ko.
  32. Mahalig ako sa Biology. School representative ako sa Biology Quiz Bee noong high school (yabang amputek)
  33. First time kong makasakay sa eroplano nung 15 years old ako. Umattend ako kasama ng 4 ko pang skulmeyt ng STEP bilang representatives ng NCR sa Techno Quiz at Bartending.
  34. Gumradweyt akong Best in Values nung hayskul, na isa pang panawag sa Palaging Inuutusan Award.
  35. Pinangarap ko dating maging writer. Hanggang na-realize ko na mahina ako sa English.
  36. Magaling raw akong mag-English pag nagagalit sa klase.
  37. Galit ako sa English Professor ko nung first year college, first sem. Maangas kasi sya.
  38. Galit ako sa maangas na walang ipagyayabang.
  39. Paborito ko naman yung English Prof ko nung 2nd sem.
  40. Pinakapaborito ko yung Prof ko sa sandamukal kong major subjects sa Math. Idol ko sya. Sobra.
  41. Pangarap kong sumulat ng libro tungkol sa Math.
  42. Palawan ang pinakamagandang lugar na napuntahan ko so far.
  43. Sobrang haba ng pasensya ko. Madalas, inaantay kong magets ng tao na mali sya bago ako magreak.
  44. Palaway ko inispell ang salitang palayaw sa number 13. Di ko sinasadya yon. Ngayon ko lang napansin.
  45. Puti ang kulay ng suot kong T-shirt ngayon.
  46. Magaling akong magpanggap na interesado kahit sobra nakong bored.
  47. Number 47 palang eh wala nakong maisip.
  48. Balak kong dayain na lang yung mga 39 sa natitirang 52 items.
  49. Hindi mabenta ang jokes ko sa mga 2nd year pero mabenta ako sa 4th year.
  50. Huwarang bata ako nung Grade 3. Ako lang raw ang naliligo araw-araw sa klase.
  51. Joke lang ulit yung pangalawang statement sa 50.
  52. Hinahabol ko pa rin ang buwan pag naglalakad ako ng gabi.
  53. 2 beses pa lang akong natakot sa palabas sa buong buhay ko. Una yung IT ni Stephen King tsaka yung isang episode ng Wansapanataym noon na nandon si Angel Aquino.
  54. May alaga kaming pusa. Miming ang pangalan nya. Halatang pinag-isipan.
  55. Asul ang kulay ng laptop ko.
  56. Ayoko sa mga estudyanteng maarte na, iresponsable pa.
  57. Caloy ang nickname ko. Hulaan mo ang tunay kong pangalan! Hihihi
  58. Bunsoy ang tawag sakin sa bahay.
  59. Pag naglalaro kami ng mga kapatid ko noon, laging namamatay ang character ko.
  60. Mahilig akong magbasa. Nagsimula sya nang hiramin (at hindi ko na isoli) ang sandamukal na kopya ng Reader’s Digest ng kapitbahay namin.
  61. Unang beses kong napalakpakan nang gumanap akong duwag na sepulturero noong Third Year ko sa version namin ng Noli Me Tangere. Proudest moment ko to date.
  62. Scriptwriter rin nga pala ako noon.
  63. Paborito ko ang Noli Me Tangere.
  64. Paborito ko rin si Pilosopo Tasyo.
  65. Minura ako ng PE Teacher ko nung pirstdyir high school dahil nakalimutan kong isoli ang visual aid nya.
  66. Bano ako sa sports, lalo na sa Basketbol.
  67. Torpe… este… Segurista ako.
  68. Motorola ang unang selpon ng pamilya namin. Grade 6 ako nang makapulot ang tatay ko.
  69. Humigit-kumulang dalawang libo na lang ang laman ng pitaka ko ngayon dahil sa dami nang pinagkagastusan.
  70. Masaya ako at number 70 na. Trenta na lang.
  71. Na-tempt akong palitan ang title ng Sebenti: Listahan ng Mga Random Facts ni Math Teacher.
  72. Paborito kong palabas ang Mga Munting Pangarap ni Romeo. (backgroud music: Kami ang itim na magkakapatid…)
  73. Patago akong naluha sa ending ng Mga Munting Pangarap ni Romeo.
  74. Madalas, mas trip kong mag-isa sa mga lakad.
  75. Paborito kong maglakad sa hapon galing sa trabaho.
  76. Paboritong kanta ko ang Collide ng Howie Day.
  77. Naiinis ako kapag sumisikat ang kantang nagugustuhan ko. Hipster ata ako.
  78. Samsung ang tatak ng cellphone ko.
  79. Magaling akong mag-gatong.
  80. Gusto kong isispin na magaling din akong mag-pacify.
  81. Dati akong member ng Debate Team. Dati lang.
  82. Hindi pa ko nanalo ng Math Quiz Bee.
  83. Dati akong champion ng Poster Making Contest at Slogan Making Contest nung Second Year. Yung una sa Science,  yung pangalawa sa Math.
  84. Nag-hoarding ako ng libro pero andami ko pang hindi nababasa.
  85. Hindi ko natupad ang pangako kong magpost dito sa blog nang madalas.
  86. Pangarap kong gumawa ng horror movie na hindi pa napapanuod ng  kahit sino.
  87. Pangarap kong baguhin ang itsura ng Pilipinas –  linisin ang mga ilog, magtanim ng maraming puno at magtayo ng mga matitinong bahay. Trip ko ring mamudmod ng konting dignidad, pagpapahalaga sa sarili at pagmamahal sa bayan.
  88. Parang dalawang infinity symbol na nakatayo ang 88.
  89. Paborito kong sabihin ang “I’m Sorry” kapag hindi ko narinig ang sinasabi nang kausap ko.
  90. Mahal ko ang Pilipinas. At mga Pilipino. Kahit madalas, hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit kakaiba mag-isip ang mga tao sa bayan natin.
  91. Galit ako sa mga racist kaya galit ako sa sarili ko. Nyehehehe. Joks lang. Di ako racist.
  92. Alam ko pa rin ang mga linya ng “All Things Bright and Beautiful” mula sa pagkakabisa noong grade 3. Tinuturo pa rin ba to?
  93. Kabisado ko pa rin ang “Last Night I Heard a Robin Singing in the Rain” mula naman nung 3rd year.
  94. Conscious ako sa pag gamit ng mga salitang “nang” at “ng”.
  95. Andami ko nang ibang planong isulat pero di ko masimulan.
  96. Paboritong moment ko nung bata pa ko pag nagigising ako sa umagang pinuputulan ng kuko ng nanay ko.
  97. Unang libro na natapos ko sa loob ng 4 oras ang ABNKKBSNPLAko ni Bob Ong noong 2nd year ako. Mula noon, naging Bobongpinoyism na ang relihiyon ko.
  98. Hindi ako nag-Kinder.
  99. Natuto akong magbasa dahil kinukurot ako sa singit ng nanay ko t’wing tinuturan nya ko pag hapon bago matulog. Madalas akong nakakatulog nang basa ang mata.
  100. Wanhandred na! Sa listahang to, sitente y singko porsyento ang walang katuturan. Pero totoo ang lahat ng yan!

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