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ALL WIGGED UP (BLOCK C REUNION) [23 Dec 2009|04:50pm] It would be too early to call it a reunion, I mean we last saw each other a few months ago, and that doesn't really constitute estrangement that requires a so-called "reunion". Nagdinner muna sa Brooklyn Pizza.  As usual, late kami ulit ni Joel.  Si Nickson, humabol lang dahil nanggaling pa sa dinner with other members of DTTB. As expected, na-haggard ang mga tao with my WIG, ("totoo ba yan?" "Hinde. Wig lang.") and many times nakisympathize sa pagkangawit ng leeg dahil sa frequent flicking of bangs. After that, nauna na sina Gene and Diane.  Maj sausage fest, as in all boys, well not really.  Attack kami sa Blue Room, kung saan pinag-usapan ang buhay ng pagiging Doktor.   Mga updates: 1.  Yves: pinag-uusapan pa rin si OTL (revised as Once Truly Loved), pero pero pero, wala na talaga . 2. Diane: nagkabalikan na silang muli nung exboypren niya.  Judgement judgement judgement.  Hay nako. 3. Rambo: going strong sila ni Veron, yeheyyy!  Pag-ibig nga naman. 4. Nickson: nakadestino na sa Abra bilang kasapi ng Doctors to the Barrios. Sila pa rin daw ni "Beh", pero, take note, nagbuntung-hininga siya nung kinumusta ko sila. 5. Joel: todo todo ang pagsisikap, siya ang pinakamaraming raket sa amin.  Hindi pa rin nagbabago ang kanyang Joelloyd School of Random Philosophy: "Malalaman mong malaki ang boobs pag pinakinggan mo ang tawa (Joel Asi, 2009)."  Sige, explain mo. 6. Pepe: working for Doc Jimmy (like me), at ganon pa rin, hindi parin ma-prounounce ng tama ang "tatlo". 7. Gene: nagsimula na ang residency sa Internal Medicine, congratulations.  Ibig sabihin, wala pa siyang sweldo hanggang March. Go Gene!!!  Good luck sa wards. 8. Joyce: absent, pero nagre-residency na daw sa Perps, Pedia. 9. Euge: absent din, taking up residency in his home province, anaesthesia naman. run me over

ALL WIGGED UP (BLOCK C REUNION) [23 Dec 2009|04:50pm] It would be too early to call it a reunion, I mean we last saw each other a few months ago, and that doesn't really constitute estrangement that requires a so-called "reunion". Nagdinner muna sa Brooklyn Pizza.  As usual, late kami ulit ni Joel.  Si Nickson, humabol lang dahil nanggaling pa sa dinner with other members of DTTB. As expected, na-haggard ang mga tao with my WIG, ("totoo ba yan?" "Hinde. Wig lang.") and many times nakisympathize sa pagkangawit ng leeg dahil sa frequent flicking of bangs. After that, nauna na sina Gene and Diane.  Maj sausage fest, as in all boys, well not really.  Attack kami sa Blue Room, kung saan pinag-usapan ang buhay ng pagiging Doktor.   Mga updates: 1.  Yves: pinag-uusapan pa rin si OTL (revised as Once Truly Loved), pero pero pero, wala na talaga . 2. Diane: nagkabalikan na silang muli nung exboypren niya.  Judgement judgement judgement.  Hay nako. 3. Rambo: going strong sila ni Veron, yeheyyy!  Pag-ibig nga naman. 4. Nickson: nakadestino na sa Abra bilang kasapi ng Doctors to the Barrios. Sila pa rin daw ni "Beh", pero, take note, nagbuntung-hininga siya nung kinumusta ko sila. 5. Joel: todo todo ang pagsisikap, siya ang pinakamaraming raket sa amin.  Hindi pa rin nagbabago ang kanyang Joelloyd School of Random Philosophy: "Malalaman mong malaki ang boobs pag pinakinggan mo ang tawa (Joel Asi, 2009)."  Sige, explain mo. 6. Pepe: working for Doc Jimmy (like me), at ganon pa rin, hindi parin ma-prounounce ng tama ang "tatlo". 7. Gene: nagsimula na ang residency sa Internal Medicine, congratulations.  Ibig sabihin, wala pa siyang sweldo hanggang March. Go Gene!!!  Good luck sa wards. 8. Joyce: absent, pero nagre-residency na daw sa Perps, Pedia. 9. Euge: absent din, taking up residency in his home province, anaesthesia naman. run me over

[19 Dec 2009|04:48pm] Mukha ngang nagtipid ang mga tao at hindi ganon ka-garbo ang mga lanterns.  Dapat lang, dahil sa global recession at sa bagyong Ondoy kelangan nga namang mag-adapt ng mga tao.  Bawal ang ostentatious - warning na dapat sinasabit sa leeg ni Aling Dionisia, pero wag na lang baka mahaba-habang inuman ang kelangan bago niya maintindihan o ma-spell ang salitang ostentatious. In the end, dahil sa kakamatyag ng mga cuties/gwapitos/enchong dees, nagmukhang Boy Parade 2009 ang whole event.  To be fair, after 5 years, nag-improve naman ang population ng UP, kasi nung nag-aaral pa ako dun half-a-decade ago, myth lang ang konseptong guwapong estudyante, unless merong napadpad na boy galing sa kabilang bakod ng Katipunan. After manuod ng fireworks, dumating si Jowein, ang aking dakilang SuperTwin, ang Julio ng aking Julia - kambal ng tadhana.  At habang hinihintay ang mga ka-Bellas na sina Ching and Atty Bo (UPM '02), nag-crash muna kami sa party ng mga Librarians (*Bibliotech).  For a moment, in-assume ng mga tao na sa library mismo ang party.  Haller?!?  Napaka-novel na idea nga naman yun, party party party sa silid-aklatan, pero same rules apply.  Bawal ang noisy.  Goodluck na lang diba.  Pero siyempre, ang location ay sa likod ng lib, sa isa sa mga tindahan. Ang funny lang, kasi so highschool ang playlist ng mga kidlets.  As in.  No kidding.  Sumayaw kami sa musika ng mga important artists ng dekada nobenta, na nag-establish ng musical milestones.  Ang *NSync (Tearing up my heart when I'm with you...♪♪), ang Spice Girls, si Christina Aguilera bago siya naging Dirrrty (Come on over, come on over baby..♪♪), si Mama Britney before she went into serial marriages and went cookoo, narinig din ang 911 (na si Pez ang naka-recognize), ang bandang Blue (na only representative ng British pop, pero asan ang Boyzone), at siyempre ang grandfather of boybands - ang Backstreet Boys (nung akala pa ng mga tao babae si Nick Carter). Jowein's Album: Ganito mag-Christmas party ang mga librarians! run me over

GIFT OF THE MAGI [19 Dec 2009|04:46pm] Received the best gift this Christmas: The Jowein-Sponsored Mane Illusion. I’ve always wanted to grow my hair into this moldable Korean-popstar style, but since I’m cursed with this unwanted and terribly uncooperative thick wavy hair, I always end up cutting it shorter.   Jowein, being the new godmother of the Queendom of Wiglandia, took note of my plight.  She (who often channels Su Li-Zhen, alternating between Maggie C.'s original and Gong Li's version) finally granted my wish for –albeit artificial- long and manageable hair.  Now, I can work my temporary bangs and not worry that it will curl up upon exposure to even the slightest force generated by a soft wind (or electric fan in case natural effects aren’t available). Finally, I could match some of my neglected/unused ensemble that could only be worn with such K-pop hairdo. Of course now I have to really invest on other accessories considered to be staples for Korean fashion.  Mash-up: HyunJoong (leader of SS501, and was made more famous in the K-soap "Boys Over Flowers"). And once I'm done looking like I'm auditioning to be part of an idol group, I could just take it off *(which I most probably would do; it's really difficult wearing it for over an hour, like it causes a mild headache or something.  But maybe I'm still trying to get used to it.  Vanity.) Mash-up: DongBangShinKi (DBSK), also known as TVXQ. run me over

PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE [16 Dec 2009|04:44pm] [ mood | weird ] [ music | BAD ROMANCE ] He asked if we could jog together.  I guess there was only one answer.  I obviously said yes.  It's the season of neediness, I was glad I wasn't the one - needing. The traffic was awful, so by the time I got to the meeting place, he was no longer there.  "Ang pag-ibig, hindi pinaghihintay," a friend said, "kasi pag napagod umaalis." After a while, I heard my phone ring. "Where are you," he asked. "Faura." "I went home, I didn't bring my phone eh," he said. "But it was only ten minutes, and you gave up on me," I said, as casually as I could. [I was late, ten-freakin-minutes.  I would've said, "try waiting for five years, and see how it feels."  Why couldn't he bestow upon me the same amount of patience, or even just half of it.] "Why don't we meet somewhere else?" He asked. I guess he meant somewhere closer to his location.  Ha!  Always about his convenience.  After a few moments of negotiation, we decided to meet half-way. We jogged for about an hour, even if it was a considerably shorter distance compared to what I'm used to.  He was exhausted, he said, let's just walk it through, he said. Fine.  So we walked. We crossed Roxas Boulevard, risking our lives with all those damn cars, unyielding, almost to the homicidal extent.  Carelessly, he crossed one lane, a car was approaching, and I had no choice but to follow.  Such impatience. "Hey!" I screamed, I felt I almost died, "I hate you." "No you don't," he said. And that was that. run me over

A Declaration for Enchong Dee [10 Dec 2009|01:16am] [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | heavy cross ] After discussing at length the socio-political repercussion of the youth-oriented teleserye appropriately entitled “Katorse,” with the discussion spanning from the cultural symbolism of each character, to the moral necessity of having to stay in a relationship with the father of your unwanted (albeit eventually well-celebrated) child – all because you got pregnant when you were fourteen (haggardong konsepto, I know), even acknowledging the visual assertiveness of Nene’s breasts, the group (Pez, Bill, Sharon, and myself) somehow ended up focusing on Enchong Dee. Enchong Dee plays Jojo, one of the leading men of Nene (quite literally, mahaba ang hurr ni Nene), and the former best friend of Nene’s original pre-adolescent sweetheart (ang hindi marunong magsalita na si) Gab.  Enchong portrays a lover-from-a-distance who worships Nene (despite her faults – early pregnancy being one of them) unconditionally.  Who wouldn’t want that?  Who wouldn’t want to be loved u.n.c.o.n.d.i.t.i.o.n.a.l.l.y? Right?  Not Nene, apparently. (Unless, for some sudden turn of scriptwriting, they finally decide to bring them together, then, DAMN YOU NENE!!!).   Anyway, after praising Enchong’s performance, the discussion got a little bit more personal.  I’ve proclaimed that I loved how Enchong speaks, because he’s really one of the few local talents who could decently carry English dialogues that even papa Piolo could only dream to deliver.  Somebody said that he’s also a swimmer.  Not only that, he’s a national athlete!  ATHLETE! Ding Ding Ding! “Hindi ba nasa criteria mo yun?” Pez pointed out. Oh – my – gosh!  CHECKLIST! Hot.  Physical aspect, okay na. Check! √ Eloquent.  I believe he goes beyond having the capacity to follow the basic rules of grammar. Check! √ Smart, or at least educated. He just graduated with a degree in Developmental Studies (I have a Political Science background, so, we kinda match in this aspect as well), from De LaSalle (hmmm… I’ll get back to you on this one.  But let’s just say, nobody’s perfect.) √ Not short (a modification of the previous criterion “TALL”).  He stands 5’ 7”, which is a couple of inches short of what I originally wanted.  But hey, it's nothing that a simple two-inch heel can't solve.  See... I’m trying to learn how to settle. √   ATHLETIC!!!  He’s a champion swimmer, and was part of the national team.  Okay, I believe that swimmers have the best built.  I can’t complain on this one. √   He takes good pictures as well.  We even have matching poses, seriously! √ Mash-up!!! [rest of the photomash-ups HERE] Last, and most importantly, if it’s not yet obvious, given the things mentioned above, there’s a huge possibility that he’s G-A-Y!  He’s supposedly being linked to another pinoy hunk, Victor Basa, which I think is weird because they kinda look like twins. √√√ That being said, it is safe to presume that in an alternate me-niverse, magkakatuluyan dapat kami ni Enchong Dee! run me over

Putting the Abs in Absurd: A Journey to Jacob’s Side [28 Nov 2009|01:14pm] I admit, the closest I’ve gone to seeing the film is watching movie clips in Youtube.  Trailers, yes, and mostly those that include Taylor Lautner’s alter-ego Jacob’s abs. Yes, his abs. But don’t mistake my fascination with his insanely sculptured-almost-unrealistic abdominal area with actual affirmation of the movie’s overly hyped worth.  Come on, that’s totally different.  Neither is it about the promotion of the book series which the movie was based on.  Who’s read the book anyway?  My tight and very judgmental literary circle have automatically reduced it to a children’s story (or for the much more forgiving ones – categorized it as CHICLIT). Mere mention  of the word “Twilight” would potentially entail a shaft cutting off the cord of friendship. But the efficient marketing cannot be devalued, nor can it be denied.  It’s right THERE!  In your face!  Jacob’s abs!  ...abs abs abs abs... The ongoing rivalry between Team Edward and Team Jacob has become senseless.  There’s obviously no competition there.  Admittedly, both roles and the characters they reprensent are screaming homoeroticism: what, with vampireness portraying the mysticized version of the secretive gay lifestyle (the coffin/closet, the sucking of bodily fluids, the nightlife and such), and werewolfism embodying the more outward aspect of the queer’s everyday existence (toned body, the transformation, the need to showcase nudity – every - freakin'- time!).  But, in the end, Edward’s got nothing on Jacob. Haller! Even gay people think it’s way TOO gay.  ♪Shining shimmering splendid, ♪ tell me princess now when did! ♪♪♪ And Jacob, or more (in)appropriately, Jacob’s ABS, now that will surely seal the deal my darlings.  Who wouldn’t want a piece of that?  Come on, even the straight ones are fascinated.  Fine, assuming there are straight ones watching the film (“My girlfriend forced me to watch the film,” they’d say), even they are mesmerized by Jacob’s abs.  One particular friend has made Jacob’s abs his inspiration for losing weight – everytime he runs, he told me, he thinks of Jacob’s abs to keep him going.  This is not homoerotic at all, I’d reassure him. *evil laftir* But yeah, I understand where he’s coming from.  Guys would want that, either by coming up with their own set of abs, or by coming up with a boy complete with sculpted six/eight pack! But Jacob and his abs don’t come without complication.  It would remain terribly weird even if things work out, you know.  The part where he always end up naked may not be as troublesome, but when your parents start asking why there’s a huge dog hanging around your crib, maybe you might want to reconsider.  “No Daddy, put the gun down, don’t shoot Daddy.  Daddy, Mom, meet my boyfriend.  Look he's got abs!” – not really the words you’d want to say to your folks once they come to visit. But I think it’s worth it! One night only.  One night only!!! [And by the way, who the f*ck is Bella?] run me over

The Nightmare of Reunions [18 Oct 2009|01:59pm] Eunice buzzed me the day before, asking if I wanted to attend our highschool reunion.  "Let's! And be fab." But the moment we got there, we were like, "Why are we here again?" We already anticipated that people will pass judgments, but we just didn't want to end being bitter and bitchesa the whole night, wondering how we came out of highschool unscathed. Five minutes into the room and I already got my first judgment: Classmate: "Babaeng babae ka na talaga." Me: "Ha?" Classmate: "Babae ka na nga talaga." Me: "Bading ako, pero hindi ako babae." Okay, here's the thing, I was wearing a pair of black high-cut boots, white skinnies, black collared top, and black fedora, and as far as I know that doesn't automatically constitute being a woman. Immediately, the convo was relayed to Eunice.  But she, being competitive, had her own: Classmate: "Uy nakita ko yung profile pic mo." Eunicie: *bewildered* Classmate: "Naka-two piece ka, ang landi landi mo." 1 all, we were tied.   *** We had parlor games, and someone had this great idea of asking me to be part of one.  Why?  Because he said I was wearing a hat.  "Si Yves na hot, kasi may hat." I'm sorry, if he was trying to pull a pun, it wasn't working.  As far as I know, hat and hot don't even share a homonymous relationship. *** I brought my camera, but never dared to take it out.  There was no point, even when highschool crush was hovering about.  I sat there, but somehow people ended up crowding around me taking pictures. "Oh, wacky naman!" Seriously?!  Somebody did say that, and I was close to committing hara-kiri right then and there.  Eunice rescued me by squeezing my hand, and only then was I able to stop myself from walking out. I don't do wacky, and it's not that I don't want to, but I'm just not constitutionally capable of doing it, but I bet nobody there would understand that.  I was wearing a fedora, and who in his right mind would do wacky with a fedora?  Who?  *** run me over

Ang Mga Hatid Na Aral Ng Mga Kalat Sa Dalampasigan [21 Sep 2009|01:58pm] Sa araw na ito, pinagdiriwang ang International Coastline Clean-up.  Dahil diyan, nagdesisyon ang team na hakutin ang mga basura sa Manila Bay. Nagsimula ang paglilinis na parang walang sistema, walang patutunguhan.  Kung anong mapulot mo, pulutin mo na, wa-i na choosy ang tema nung una.  Pero ang dami ng kalat, at nasabi nga nung nasa harap ko, itago natin siya sa pangalan na Shino Camasho (hindi niya tunay na pangalan), "Are we making a difference?  Surface lang nililinisan natin?"  Oo nga naman, parang masyadong superficial, may mas malalim na problema, na kahit anong gawin mong pag-aayos sa surface, hindi na mareresolba. Pero tinuloy pa rin namin.  Para mapadali ang buhay namin, nag-device kami ng napaka ingenious na strategy, si Shino ang manghihila ng mga kalat gamit ang sagwan, at ako naman ang pupulot at mangongolekta ng mga kalat na nasungkit ng sagwan niya.  "Aba, andami niyo nang napulot ah," sabi ni Ocns, na nasa tabi ni Shino.  "Siyempre, teamwork eh," sagot ko.  "Dapat kasi may kasama ka, hindi pwedeng mag-isa ka lang.  Mahirap na mag-isa ka, kahit akala mo sa una madali lang," dagdag ni Shino, na natilamsikan sa mukha ng tubig alat, na sa unang tingin parang lumuluha lang. Dahil sa gumagalaw ang bangka, may mga kalat na malayo.  Akala mo dahil nakikita mo kaya  mong abutin.   Mali ka. Hindi mo nga naman masisi ang sarili mo na hindi ka pinainom ng Cherifer ng nanay mo nung bata ka pa, at kahit anong gawin mo, hindi na hahaba ang kamay mo, at kahit anong gamit mo ng sagwan, hindi talaga kayang abutin.  Some things are really out of your reach, no matter how hard you try.  Tao lang, nagkakamali rin, WHAT? May mga kalat na malalaki, yung mga malalaking supot ng SM, madaling kunin, yun pero meron naman yung mga maliliit tulad ng seasoning pack ng Lucky Me, medyo tricky.  Minsan hawak mo na, pero dumudulas pa sa mga kamay mong may gloves (dahil for some reason, ang arty arty mo today at ayaw mong madumihan ang kamay mo, eh kanina pa kayo sumasagwan sa Manila Bay at malamang sa hindi eh nainom mo na yung tubig).  Shet, akala mo hawak mo na.  Sinubukan mong kunin ulit, pero, pero hindi, malayo na siya, ang layo layo na niya.  In life it's not always about trying and trying, "sometimes it's also about letting go" (Shino Camasho, 2009).  Baka may ibang nararapat na makapulot sa seasoning pack ng Lucky Me, at malay mo hindi mo pa panahon, sa araw na to, sensya na lang, hindi pa Lucky You. Tapos may isang kalat kaming napulot, yung patterned na foam, may nakaukit na letrang "Y" sa gitna. "Wow, Y," sabi ko. "Why?" tanong ni Shino. "Oo, Y," sagot ko. "Why?  May mga bagay lang talagang hindi natin kayang sagutin," sabi ni Shino. "Umm... Okay ka lang?" Okay lang daw siya.  Seriously? Meron ding napulot si Shino na maliit na laruan, hugis bahay.  "Tingnan mo ito o, bahay.  Sana may bahay na kami ngayon,"  sabi niya.  Tapos bigla siyang bumulong, "Ba't ba tayo naglilinis ng kalat ng iba? Diba dapat sariling kalat muna natin ang ayusin natin bago natin linisin kalat ng iba?" Hindi na lang ako kumibo, inisip ko baka masyado lang mainit ang araw at kung ano-ano nang nasasabi ng mga tao. Nagpatuloy pa ang paglilinis.  Pumunta kami sa lugar na malapit sa daungan, kung saan parang nag General Assembly ang mga kalat sa Manila Bay.  "Looks like we'll never be finished.  There's an infinite number of trash," sabi ni Fauve na nasa likod ko. Oo nga, medyo nakakadismaya, pero mali yun sabi ko. Pero bago ako sumagot, hinawi ko muna sa gilid ng tenga ko yung singlet na nagsilbing wig ko kanina. "You know Fauve, it might look pointless now, but there are things we just have to experience.  Diba Shino?"  Sumang-ayon naman si Shino, ngunit pagkalipas ng ilang minuto, napagod na rin ata siya dahil bigla siyang sumigaw, "BAKIT BA LAHAT NG BASURA PURO PLASTIC!!!" Hindi ko rin alam.  Hindi ko na rin alam. Masyado nang mainit, pagod na rin kami, titigil na raw sa paglilinis.  "Ano?!?"  Sabi ni Shino, "Kung kelan gustong gusto ko na? Bakit ba kung kelan natutuwa na ako saka umaayaw ang mga tao!!!" Maghunos-dili ka, basura pa rin naman pinaguusapan natin diba?  Yung kalat sa Manila Bay?  Diba? Pagdating namin sa docking area, nakita naming sobrang dami ng kalat.  "Naghanap ka pa sa malayo, nasa tabi mo lang pala," hirit ni Shino.  Hindi ko na alam kung tatawa ako, o iiyak, o maglalaslas na lang. Bumaba na kami ng bangka, hawak ang mga itim na plastic bag.  Sige, nakakolekta ka na ng kalat, nilagay mo na sa plastic bag, tinapon mo na sa basurahan, pero may nabago ba?  Ikaw magbabago ka ba? *Sabay punas ng luha.* run me over

Putting the EX in EXcess Baggage [17 Sep 2009|01:56pm] Just when I thought my life would forever be dull after giving up one of my worst/best obsessions in life - my One.True.Love, a certain skeleton in my closet got resurrected, complete with profile pic and a promising on-line existence. Jowein, the newly crowned Babaeng-Pinagpala-sa-Babaeng-Lahat-at-Pinagpala-Naman-Ng-Panginoon, PM-ed me with this bit: I went out with him on a date, at least a couple of times (this is considered lucky, because - at the risk of sounding slutty - I've never gone beyond the first date with anyone).  He was still called Gilbert then.  Now it's Gilly?  Gilly?  Seriously?  What's up with that? I'm quite familiar with name-changing as a manifestation of us going through the different stages of our lives.  In my case, I just changed from one pronunciation of "Yves" to the next (Yeves, Eve, Ayvs, Eves). But Gilly?  Couldn't he have chosen a better one?  Maybe he's hiding from someone and he doesn't want to be found out, yes? Anyway, he could have been my very first "boyfriend" but the supposed relationship and my dream of having my own happily-ever-after came crashing down when we both realized we were better off as friends.  It was less than a week, and nothing happened.  We didn't even kiss, or hold hands.  But... I was only 18 at the time, and have only been gay for like... five minutes.  I've forgiven myself.  Ugh.  I later on unilaterally decided to nullify our "relationship" based on the grounds of temporary insanity compounded by desperation and emotional immaturity. In retrospect though, I realize I was quite fond of him.  I didn't love him, not as much as I loved One.True.Love, but I remember being particularly fond of him.  The moment I saw his picture, I immediately dug deep into my archive of embarassments past, and found this: G: "Love mo ko?" Me: "Only kung mutual." G: "Sigurista!  I love you.  Call me?" Me: "Not now, I'm busy.  Later.  I love you too." Dever?  Looking back, I know I didn't mean it, but it's sure fun to think someone made me say that phrase, eeky as it sounds.  I like it.  Oh, by the way, I added him as "friend" oberder at fezbook.  Still waiting.  Will I be added back?  Or will I be ignored?  We'll see.   run me over

Super Junior, Super Fan, Super Fun! [18 Aug 2009|01:55pm] I wouldn't completely say that I've fallen for this trend of fanatically following some foreign Asian artists, but.. but... They're boys. All 13 of them.  When other production outfits merely followed suit with the tradition of keeping the members of boybands to five, these guys went above and beyond.  The more the merrier! Bakit sila nakakatuwa?  Kung bored ka, or na-agit sa paghihintay ng results ng board exams... eto... 1.  Dahil 13 sila, matagal bago mo sila pag-sasawaan.  Mahabang phase ang ilalaan mo sa pagkilala sa kanila isa-isa.  Good luck with that.     * Choi Siwon     * Donghae (entertainer)     * Eunhyuk     * Han Geng     * Kang-in     * Kim Heechul     * Kim Kibum     * Kyuhyun     * Leeteuk     * Ryeowook     * Shindong     * Sungmin     * Yesung Oh di ba, nakakahilo lang.  Pwede na nilang i-replace ang mga items sa twelve days of christmas, but no there's more, dahil 13 sila, meron kang isang extra item!  Or boy.  Ang masaya pa eh everytime manunood ka ng video nila, para bang meron kang nadidiscover na bagong member.  Parang sinasadya nilang hindi muna sila sabay-sabay na guwapo, sa isang video anim lang ang cute, sa next video na yung ibang sub-group. 2.  Ang ga-guwapo lang talaga nila.  I'm sorry.  Since lumaki ako sa UP, gumuho ng todo ang expectations ko sa population of good-looking boys.  Mapa- UP Manila pa yan o Diliman, sadyang sawi ang unibersidad sa mga guwapo.  To the point na ang paniniwala namin ni Jowein eh hindi pwedeng mag-tabi ang 2 guwapo, kasi parang naka-disperse na sila one every square kilometer.  Kung magtatabi ang 2 guwapo, unfair na yun, may isang square kilometer na nawalan.  At dahil sa SuJun, nabuhay nang muli ang pag-asa, posible palang magsama-sama ang mga nagga-guwapuhang kalalakihan na hindi bumabaligtad ang mundo. 3.  Pwede kang magka-crush ng sabay and you don't have to feel guilty about it.  Ganito kasi yun, kung conservative ka at feeling mo dapat one man at a time ka lang, dahil feeling mo hindi marunong magmulti-task ang puso mo, with SuJun, you can like two or more members at a time without any form of betrayal or infidelity.  Baket?  Kasi they're part of a group: Super Junior.  Meaning, crush mo ang Super Junior in GENERAL, tapos, depende sa mood mo, meron ka lang crush na member in particular.  Parang pag may siyota ka, mahal mo siya, pero minsan mas preferred mo ang kamay niya, minsan ang labi niya, at minsan naman kung swerte ka, eh yung nag-ga-gandahang biceps niya.   4.  Like all things Korean, ang mga miyembro ng grupo ay very confusing.  They are not afraid to wear mook-up, or magdamit babae, or mag-iba ng color ng hurr.  They bring metrosexuality to a whole new level.  As in.  Either they are super confident about their sexuality, or talagang bading lang sila.  Nowadays, one can never really say for sure.  Na-blar na masyado ang gender lines.  Sakit sa bangs lang.  Sana sa Korea na lang ako pinanganak.  Not that that would increase my chances of getting a boy, but at least I wouldn't feel too different, kasi hobby talaga ng mga korean boys ang uma-aura. 5.  At dahil Korean ang lyrics, mababa ang risk na bigla kang mag-burst into song sa gitna ng madla.  Safe from embarassment.  Pero pwede namang dahil sa frustration magkakaron ka ng urge to study their language, which wouldn't be so bad, dahil sa ating increasingly Globalized community, advantage na ang multi-lingualism.  Besides, cultural exchange is always a good and exciting thing. run me over

One Fine Single Day [17 Aug 2009|01:53pm] Sure, one hilarious sign that you’re not getting laid (or alternately, you haven’t gotten laid EVER), is: You start commiserating with an inanimate object in the form of a touch-screen laptop, with its promotional tagline screaming:  “The Laptop that Longs to be Touched…” “Wow, parang ako lang,” I told James. “Ang alin?”  James asked. “Ito oh, yung laptop that longs to be touched…” pointing to the printed ad from the newspaper I borrowed from him. And still, that's far better than being accused of crushing a priest.  I still maintain my claim that I just thought he gave a great homily.  Okay, yes, that should be in the list, if ever I come up with one.  Next to commiserating with an inanimate object, the next sure sign of not getting laid, "Even the priest is starting to look kind of hot.  Which gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, Forgive me father, for I, well, I have sinned.  Just now." But he did give a good homily.  I swear. *** Later, in the afternoon while quietly studying Physiology, Vino, who was seated a few feet from where I was, called my attention. “Yves…” “What?” “Did you know that single people are at a higher risk of dying early?”   “Ahahaha.  Suicide or natural cause?”  I asked, trying to come off interested, not bitter. “I’m not quite sure.” “Are you trying to tell me something?” “No, it’s just that nobody else was here, and I wanted to share.” “Well, then, thanks for the warning.” Huwell, you don't have to be a genius to figure that one out.  If you're single, and worse, living alone, there's lesser chance that someone would catch you when you fall, literally, from the second floor.  No one would be there to perform the Heimlich maneuver if you choke on that steak you're silently munching on (Heimlich maneuver?  I could show you how, I certainly have the time now). No one is going to bring you to the hospital if you end up slashing both wrists (it would be much more efficient though if you just slash your brachial artery, somewhere in between your arm and forearm, just opposite your elbow) because living on your own is starting to really suck.   *** Much later, in the evening, my dearest mom told me she had this interesting discussion with a medical technologist. “You know son, he also graduated from CEU like your manang Dhit.  Then I told him I also have a son who’s going to be a doctor.” “Oh, tapos?” “He asked if you have a girlfriend, then I told him, parang ikaw siya.”  Hint: apparently my mom was talking to a gay medical technologist “What?  Ma!” “Pakilala niyo naman po ako sa kanya sabi niya.  Tapos sabi ko, debater ka rin.  Sabi niya wag na lang, baka hindi mo lang siya pansinin.” Mildly embarrassed, I retorted, “Ma, pwede ba, kung kani-kanino mo ako sini-set up!” And it all happened in one day.  I'm not sure what kind of drift the cosmos is on, but this is really too much in your face.  Being single is fine, friends feeling sorry/hopeful for me, but when my mom starts setting me up randomly, well, that’s where I draw the line. run me over

Puff the Magic Dragonboat (First Leg)!!! [12 Jul 2009|09:44pm] Ang aking kauna-unahang Dragonboat Race!!! Could barely sleep last night out of excitement.  At some point i think i was twisting my body while sleeping, i even remember dreaming about holding an oar which turned out to be a device capable of levitation (weird... although, i think i mistook it for a broom.) First Race, First Uniform, what do you have?  Opportunity for Aurahan as Competitive Sport! =-=-= SEMIFINALS!!!  It's a combination of YEHEY! and HUHUHU!!! making us/me slightly schizophrenic afterwards.  It was a fraction of a second, MAAAANNN!!!  Albert Einstein suddenly came to mind, his theory of relativity, and how time is more fluid and less stringent as classical physics would have us believe.  Is it sourgraping if i bring up Einstein's  Relativity of simultaneity: "Two events, simultaneous for some observer, may not be simultaneous for another observer if the observers are in relative motion." Ang point: (to quote a classic Sports Mantra) MANALO MATALO CUTE PA RIN KAMI!  Sabay Z-snap na malupit.  Ahuh! (Hello Bitter Ocampo!) Haaay, like any other competition, i kept on replaying the last round in my head, reviewing what i could have done better, If my bending farther forward would've made the slightest difference. if i could have given more, or if i could've given it my all.  Na parang sa pag-ibig lang. "Ang self-centered mo, pati ba naman sa dragonboat," sabi ni james.  There maybe an "i" in TIM, but there's no "i" in TEAM.  Tama nga naman. (ano daw?) =-=-= Post Race: Macapagal Road / Seaside (Also: Irving's Birthday Celebration) Siyempre, after the race, merong assessment.  Meron ding mga announcement, at merong kagimbal-gimbal na pagbabanta para sa mga tamad mag-train!!!  Meron nang punishment.  Hala kayo!  Anyway, importante ito guys, dapat mag pay attention tayo.  Keri? see.  (love you wina!) Habang nagmi-meeting eh nagpakain si Irving at ang Potential Sponsor/Partner na Federaland.  Seafooood!!!  Although, for a moment,  nagdalawang-isip ako sa pag-lamutak ng mga seafood, baka i-consider na cannibalism dahil nga sirena ako dati.   OO, pinagpalit ko ang aking buntot para maging mortal, at maranasan itong tinatawag niyong "pag-ibig" (Jowein, 2009).  Pero bigo, bigo!!! Mga walang kwentang bading-taga-lupa. Shet. Pasintabi na lamang po sa mga nagluluksa sa kamatayan ni Michael Jackson, konting celebration lang po.  Patawad.  Maligayang kaarawan! FUN FUN FUN!!! Tara na, mag-row, mag-train para lumakas.  Mahal ko kayong lahat!  GO UPDT! 1 roadkill| run me over

Between the Shelves (Fact + Fiction = Faction?) [22 Jun 2009|01:50pm] After getting stuck in trying to understand the mechanism of the heavily-syllabled hydroperoxyeicosatetraenoic acid (HPETE) – while fighting the urge to sing supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and thinking of ways to acquire an umbrella that doubles as a propeller, I fell asleep. FICTION In similar position, as I was before dozing off, in between shelves of medical journals (it was the library) seated facing the window, books on the table, right hand holding a highlighter, I waited for someone.  I knew who it was, and for some reason, I knew he’d come.  And he did.  It took him an hour to walk five feet towards me; he walked too slowly, or maybe everything was moving slowly, like they usually do in dreams. I got on my feet, walked towards him.  We were face to face; we’ve never been this close before.  There was something predictable and corny in this scene, but I was feeling it.  I think. FACT Suddenly, I was woken up by hands exerting pressure on my shoulder.  It took me about five seconds [in retrospect it could've been longer] to open my eyes and finally look up.  Everything was still a bit hazy, literally - my vision, blurred after my eyes were pressed on my arm for too long, adjusted with difficulty.  Still seated, I turned around trying to recognize the culprit. “Hey,” he said. “Hey.” “You’re not supposed to sleep in the library,” he told me. I noticed he was chewing something, in playful retaliation I told him, “You’re not supposed to be eating in the library.  See, we all have our little violations.” “But it’s only candy,” he said. “Yeah, sure.  And I was only taking a nap.  Thanks, I really need to finish this chapter.  What are you doing anyway?”  I asked. “I was just walking to keep myself awake.  Looking around for someone to wake up.” “Too bad, I was having a nice dream.” “Did it have a happy ending?” “I had no chance to find out, you woke me.  Alright, thanks again,” I said, as I turned my back on him. “Wait, so you’re not gonna tell me about your dream?” I laughed, i looked at him, “Nah,” I said. “Awww,”  he said, making a puppy-face. “Now go.” You, I was dreaming about you.  There's no way I was going to tell him that.  Silly silly boy.  I went back to reading the second chapter, and I must admit, it took me a while to give the book my attention - free of nostalgic distractions.  The conversation was reviewed and replayed, quite sufficiently, to say the least.  FACTION (Factualized Fiction?  Fictionalized Fact) This is not relapse, as I’ve said. [not that that statement still means something to you, my dear friend, after I've lost my integrity on this issue long before I could honestly say I was over him.]   I needed to recount this because my faulty memory cannot be trusted to distinguish what part was the dream sequence and what part was real. I know, I know.   I’m taking the high road.   I’m just a good person.  A forgiving person.  Fine, he didn’t exactly apologize.  Impossible when he wasn't even aware he offended me - which, given the same logic, renders my absolution of his offense unnecessary.  No harm done. Back to denial then. Because there were declarations I didn’t make, and there were things he didn’t say, and most importantly there were feelings I never had. I just wanted to make that clear.   Fact.  Fiction.  Faction.  Fact-shet. run me over

No, This is Not Relapse [19 Jun 2009|08:32pm] After a few minutes of discussing the consequences of “not following the laws of coin-toss” over a tray of french fries, my friend (who shall remain anonymous, as requested, and who shall be referred to as Amigo from here on in) said he spoke to former One.True.Love earlier. Former One.True.Love according to my friend was wearing a shirt with a Spanish phrase printed on it. Amigo, being fluent in Spanish, told he-who-should-be-mentioned-without-any-romantic-context that he, Amigo, liked the shirt. My friend asked if I wanted to hear what former OTL said, because apparently, it was about me!!! Hello? Rhetorical question? Of course I wanted to hear. The convo went on like this, from what I was told: “I like your shirt,” said Amigo. Former OTL didn’t respond immediately. After 3 seconds [yes, I asked Amigo how long this pause lasted] he said “Uhhh… Thank you?” “What’s with the hesitation?” Amigo asked. Then this son of a gun said “If you were Yves, saying ‘I like your shirt’ would be like saying ‘I like you’” or something [Amigo had no intention of taking it down verbatim, not that I expected him to, but it would’ve been nice if I was holding proper tiles once I start with this game of wordplay.] What? I didn’t know what to make of it at first, well, in fact even now I still don’t know what to make of it. Why would he say that?! Of course I egged Amigo on to remember EXACTLY what he said, and how he said it. Was he smiling? Was there any other context? Was there any preceding discussion about me? [“Yes, no and no were the answers, respectively.] I had no intention of making a big deal out of it [which is obviously a little bit of a lie, as attested by this entry], however, I couldn’t help but wonder (with the sound of fingers pressing on a laptop keyboard), why would he say that? Why now? When I haven’t been doing anything. Seriously. Except for that SMS INCIDENT [which happened over a month ago] but I thought we were wayyy past that? I have even concluded that we have officially repurposed* our relationship into this platonic connection, confirmed by an unspoken celebratory stamp of mutual denial approval. He has become my accountability friend, willing to listen to my updates regarding former One.True.Hobby (the one I gave up a few weeks ago). Or so I thought. No no no, this is not relapse, I swear. :: :: :: *Repurpose = To use or convert for use in another format or product. Also known as the fourth pillar of the R’s of environmentalism, together with Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle. 5 roadkills| run me over

May Isa Na Namang Kumagat Sa Alikabok [17 Jun 2009|12:10am] Isang crush na naman ang ni-give up ko today.  Ayoko na ng ganito, parang ginagawang hobby ang pag-quit, masyado ng masakit sa bangs (humahaba na ulit ang hurr ko at nahahawi ko na siyang muli, kaya may relevance na yang catchphrase na  yan.) Hindi ko pa nga siya nai-introduce sa aking online audience/storyline eh, at never ko pa siyang namensh sa aking fairy-gaymother, eh ayun, kinailangan ko na ulit magpaalam na aking mahal, kahit kay hirap sabihin, at masakit isipin [go lang miss Rachel A.].   Masyado naman ata akong nagco-compensate, sobrang bilis ng turn-over na parang apoptosis lang.  Dati rati kasi, sobrang loyal kong magka-crush, yung tipong long-term, as in dekada ang binibilang, Johnson yata yan, tumatagaaaaal, yung ganong level.  Kasi, naniniwala ako na fragile ang ating mga puso, dapat inaalagaan, kaya kung magmahal ka, dapat one at a time lang.  At habang nagmamahal ka, aalayan mo siya ng maraming pseudo-literary works in the form of journal entries, na napaka-cryptic na pati si Nostradamus, kung buhay siya, ay hindi mahuhulaan ever!  Pero merong slight hint-hint, nudge-nudge, wink-wink here and there para naman kung sakaling mabasa nga nung iniirog eh mapaisip siya, at sana maisip niya na mahal ka rin niya.  Sana lang.   At kung hindi ka niya mahal, aba sa head mo lang nangyari ang lahat, at meron kang ultimate defense: Deniability!!!  Oh, dahil diyan hindi mababawasan ang ganda mo.  Nasa pedestal ka pa rin.  Perfect plan diba? Mabalik tayo sa recently exed-crush, paano naman kasi medyo hindi maganda ang pananalita niya.  Yung pag-bigkas.  Parang may mali.  Hindi naman lisp na parang kakatanggal lang ng braces niya.   Pero, willing akong patawarin yun, dahil minsan kaya kong i-bend ang standards ko. [some people call it maturity, the rest call it desperation.] Tapos kanina na-realize naming ng friend ko, yung boses niya, yung tipong nagpipilit palalimin dahil anytime pwedeng tumaas ang octave!  Blurdet siya pero nasa sssshhh stage pa lang siya.  Sorry, tapos na ako sa stage na ganyan.   Napaisip tuloy ako, kung naging kami ba tapos nag-break kami (dahil nga longterm ako magplano pagdating sa pag-ibig), ikakahiya ko ba siya? Isang naghuhumiyaw na OO. Kesa ikahiya ko siya in the future, eh tigilan na lang natin ito.  I’m actually doing us both a favor.  Charitable lang, baket? 5 roadkills| run me over

A Worse Version of Me [14 Jun 2009|02:09pm] (myke's classmate from high school, one in frontcenter) Michael: shet ang hot ng former HS classmate ko Yves: nakita mo? Michael: googled him Yves: i like his brother, any chance either of them turning out gay? Ahahahah! Michael: if u r in a family of hot male models, at least 1 should be gay ryt? Yves: I KNOW!!! you take the kuya, i take the younger one. hahaha. goal! Michael: i have this urge to give him his stamps back.. excuse to see him.. hahaha Yves: that means go, i support you! Michael: ahhh okie, nahihiya ako. sana yung kuya yung bading Yves: sana Pareho! ang selfish mo! Michael: sorry.. oo nga sana pareho. Hahaha. pero sabi nila kulang daw up there but imagine if he were smart too? way out of my league na Yves: there's no such thing as way out of our league. WE ARE THE LEAGUE! Michael: ngeks! yes, dapat ganun. haha shet i need to get out more kinda loserish sitting around at midnight googling old crushes ...or is ir oogling Yves: no, bored lang. not loserish. euphemise darling. :: :: Michael: hehe i figure bored and sad are nearly synonyms.. at least in my life they are. haha Yves: ahahaha. hay naku myke, we have to remain positive! we can do this! we can fall in love! and we can be loved at the same time! Michael: i know i can fall in love pero bakit sila lahat str8? boo hoo :(:( Yves: Wahahahah! Michael: pero lam mo its the wrong time to start looking Yves: OO NOH!!! boards muna! Michael: boards pa at BF ang pino problema, honestly tho, its thats whats bothering me the most Yves Aquino mentioned Michael in his note Tantalizing, pero Noli Me Tangere? Ano Daw? Yves: basahin mo yan! Michael: Ok. Michael: haha nice sobrang i can relate Yves: I KNOOOOWWW!!! dever! Tantalus punishment: temptation without satisfaction! ang lufet! Michael: argh... life story ko syet Yves: puta you, ako din. life story naten. anover. :: :: Yves: current crush? Michael: yeah Yves: i don't mean to pry, but do i know him? Michael: its stupid, matatawa ka lang Yves: ano na naman. sino? i don't think i'm gonna like this. Michael: cge guess Yves: [identity withheld] ahahahha. Michael: shet its that obvious?! Yves: YUCK KA!!!!! i'm judging you! Michael: I KNOW. ewan ko ba i think it was the proximity para syang fungal growth Yves: okay, valid excuse. judgment withdrawn. Michael: do u think he may be gay? Michael commented on Yves Aquino's photo. Yves: yup, i think he is. but he's not gwapo eh. so i don't kerr. [can i just say this is soooo me one million years ago.] Michael commented on Yves Aquino's photo. Michael: talaga? nyway, alam mo naman ako.. i dnt really go for the typical gwapos Yves: What? Oh yeah, questionable taste in men, is your cuppatea. Michael: hmph.. he has other traits i find attractive kasi like immaturity... haaay ewan ko ba bkit nga sya eh Yves: ay, parang true love lang! at least ako, i know why i like the people i like, and that's mainly because they like me. gets? Michael: yah. im masochistic then. i like people who can never seem to like me back Yves: whatev! Masochism? Ahahaha, that’s a better replacement for “bad taste.” Let’s go for that instead. Michael: the worst part is i think he kows and he's manipulating me... and i let him Yves: ano ka ba, i don't think he's that cruel. i don't think anyone is. Michael commented on his own photo. Yves: you're just paranoid. Michael: i guess... its frustrating kasi sometimes i do a lot of favors for him and seems like he doesnt even notice Yves: Myke chan, you do favors for everyone. you're like that. and... you can't blame anyone for NOT assuming! Michael commented on his own photo. Michael: wah... so i cant even rationally get angry at him! thats just so much more frustrating Yves: well, if it were just you, go be mad at him! ahahaha. ang point lang, and this i learned from my imaginary relationship with [censored], "the other person is A PERSON with a choice." "you can't hold it against them if their choice doesn't involve you." Michael: great... now im panicky and depressed Yves: great combination for hara-kiri. ahahaha. 3 roadkills| run me over

Lovemonger [05 Jun 2009|01:24pm] yves: alam ko na ang PF! Jian: waaait Jian: kala ko ba libre sa pgh yves: Excuse me! for chosen patients. yves: plus, this is not money. yves: you can pay me by being my very own personal pimp! yves: and no laughing! Jian: i feel like a pimp Jian: cuz ur not the first person who told me that Jian: u would be… number 5 Jian: i kid u not Jian: ill look, i promise. i have standards naman Jian: so rest assured Jian: ndi patapon HAHA :: :: yves: wait, can we discuss my non-negotiables? Jian: yep! Jian: i was discussing non negotiables with a girl friend of mine like 2 weeks ago Jian: she had a long list yves: ahahahahaha. yves: hay naku. yves: (wait, i'm looking for the msWord doc of my standards for a guy hehe) Jian: HAHAHA!! yves: 1. at least my height 2. slim 3. can stand my quirkiness yves: yan muna. yves: the next 97 items will follow. yves: in the future. Jian: so 5'10 and up Jian: ah wait Jian: 5'9 ka dba? yves: yeah. so 5'9" included pa din. yves: (i'm still deciding if i want someone who reads books, intelligent, and eloquent kaso, i don't want to date me... to quote you "that would be just going for myself") yves: (and we wouldn't want that) Jian: intelligent yeah definitely Jian: u guys got to be on the same wavelength at least Jian: but interests can vary yves: you're better than i expected already. yves: this is good. Jian: ive had practicing being a pimp Jian: hs pa Jian: *practice :: :: Jian: i prmise that ill look, but i cant promise u na ill find one yves: nasabi na rin sakin ni god yan eh. yves: sige na nga. that's good enough. yves: (eh si god omniscient na siya ha.) Jian: hahaha! i have an easier time setting up guys yves: hahaha. yves: is it weird that promise is the rootword (or anagram depending on your linguistic bias) of compromise? Jian: reaaally?? Jian: HAHAHA yves: from it's latin etymology compromittiere, compromise means to promise mutually! Jian: oooh so thats what compromise means pala Jian: how come its different na now yves: oo nga eh. yves: people have to stop thinking that compromise means ultimate sacrifice! Jian: its not an ultimate sacrifice hahaha Jian: just little ones Jian: cuz when someone close to what we imagine comes along our way, we cant naman let that someone pass dba 3 roadkills| run me over

You Decide, Hahaha, But Not Really [25 May 2009|06:17pm] Akala mo kasi pag ikaw na yung nag-decide, finally, things will fall into place. Eh dati, parang sanay ka lang sa anticipation, yung tipong, “I’m preparing myself to be happy,” yung ganong drama. Iniisip mo, bata ka pa, ayaw mong magpadalus-dalos sa pagdedesisyon. Hindi mo naman alam na mabilis lumipas ang panahon, isang araw 18 years old ka, tapos pagkaraan ng ilang tulog eh, aba beinte-singko ka na pala. Sorry naman mga celestial forces ha, hindi ko kasi alam. Pinaniwala kasi ako sa lecheng “mind over matter,” na yan. Pohtek! For the longest time, more effort na umibig, sa isang tao lang at a time, kasi loyal nga ako. (may mga mini-infatuations on the side, pero that doesn’t count kasi parang pang-tawid gutom sila, eye candy lang kumbaga). Aba, in the end, I could never love enough for the both of us… APPARENTLY! I couldn’t even LIKE enough for the both of us. Yown pala yown! Isang malaking kalokohan pala yang “mind over matter,” lalo na pag yung matter eh may sariling mind on its own. Hindi ko kasi nabasa yung fineprint, rumatsada ng walang pasintabi. Patawad. Tapos ngayon, etoh na ha, parang prepared na yung puso ko. Hindi na ako takot, as in, “ready get set go…” na. Humingi na ako ng moral support sa mga kaibigan ko (na finally eh natuwa para sa akin, senyales daw na over na ako kay OTL). Pasensya na lang mga friends, parang pinagsaraduhan na naman ako ng gate that leads to eternal happiness. Hmph. Sabi nga ng kaibigan ko, parang reverse existentialism lang siya, na akala mo ikaw ang nagde-decide, pero ultimately, nasa kamay pa rin pala ng cosmos. Hindi na siya nakakatawa, nakakapanghina na ng loob. 3 roadkills| run me over

Dyslexia, the Other Kind [18 May 2009|01:15pm] “Sana minarkahan ko yung row na gusto ko.” Sabi ko kay James. “Ha ano?” Tanong niya. “Yung row, na masarap gamitin, hindi masakit sa kamay.” “Row? Baka paddle?” “Ay shet, oo nga no! I meant to say oar, and I ended up saying row. Conceptual dyslexia! Parang kapag nalilito ka kung sinong crush mo.” “Ahahaha. Hindi ba yun emotional dyslexia?” “Aba, pwede!” 6 roadkills| run me over

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