7 years, goodbye.

I won't say goodbye 'coz I hate goodbyes. -Rekha

Hi! howz doing? Hops it's fine, and sorry. -Elvira

Thank You. -Armando

Maligo ka naman. -Angelo

May crush ka ba kay regine? -Lance

Stay fanget. -Raiza

Wag ka magpapadala sa loko nila. -Audrey

What are you doing this summer? -Daphne

Haulomo, Syaulomo -Pacana

Sana next year mas malala ka pa. -Huey

I just drop by to say hi! -Alfredo

Thanks sa mga pinahiram mo sa akin -Kenneth

If ever you change, for the better. -Gladys

See you when I see you -Diane

Kickin' ass? Pain. -Barbie

Don't give up. -Gabby

Remain that way. -Billie

Huwag na huwag mong gagayahin si Pedro. -Migel

Bye packer. -Carlo

My name is What E. Ver. -Ramon

Wassup? -Justin

You'll always be my tomodashi. -Nina

Toodaloo. -Paula

I love you Jeb. -Iris

Pray to God. -Jamaica

Gulo ng gamit mo. -Claudine

Bakit ngayon lang kita nakilala? -Robert

I appreciate it. -Kamille

I'm not in happy mood now e. -Angela

I hope you're like that with others. -Raiza

Become the 1st in the 1st year batch. -Marvin

Always remember to smile. -Bea

Deep kasi. -Sanz

Try not to get below 85 again. -Christian

The Lamentations of C. Joseph Michael (in the fashion of T.S. Elliot) -revised-

He walks the streets in sturdy strides

and keeps his hands upon his sides

a journey of a normal day

of blurs that pass from way to way

his legs turn left, and then a right

then sunshine, that of morning light

he hurries forward, time is fast

but then the hook of those things past

Snow White incarnate then calls my name

the call, warmth of the hearthen flame

though to me she has none a blame

I fear I do not feel the same

And time then stops as names are called

as fears of past wounds he recalled

but not to her a word was said

of wounds or of his heart left dead

he smiles, and waves to say goodbye

though deep inside, a need to cry

has swelled within his heart of glass

and bade her memory cease to pass

Snow White incarnate then calls my name

the call, warmth of the hearthen flame

though to me she has none a blame

I fear I do not feel the same

And on he walks upon his way

his hands upon his sides do stay

with strength to gain from each strong stride

he nods his head, hurt will subside

he reaches then the destined door

he knocks, and opens then once more

inside he peers so he may see

if friends are there, but should not be

Orbs that shatter on the felt

of wasting life, of hearts that melt

of idle time, and loss of guilt

and slipping of young minds to silt

There they are, those who waste time

those who now treat him as a mime

who once were friends, but sunk too fast

simmilarities don't seem to last

they live now in selfish vice

and he in his sorrow cannot suffice

as friend, for friends to them clash orbs as well

and he cannot, and never will

Orbs that shatter on the felt

of wasting life, of hearts that melt

of idle time, and loss of guilt

and slipping of young minds to silt

A million friends they have since made

but he who has since been layed

aside for those who have more use

his heart could take no more abuse

he walks away as he does well

and a need to cry begins to swell

again, who likes to lose a friend

has friendship reached its hollowed end

The end is reached, this I must say

but I too must go way to way

for I, a blur to you, in dismay

must say goodbye. I cannot stay.

Shit Happens...

She called again.

*ring*
*ring*

hello?
hey!
... hi!
whats up?
not much.
really?
you're persistent.
so it seems.
i heard your high school had a reunion, did you go?
it was 300 pax.
ouch, but you didn't answer the question.
no, i didnt.
when was that anyway?
last saturday.
so thats why i saw you in geebelt
*heart sinks at cute pseudo name for fave mall*
geebelt?
yah.
what time?
you were pigging out with some gay people.
*heart sinks at blatant insults on friends*
yeah... yeah...

and more conversation followed. *heart sinks deeper*

sneak preview: The Epic of Apathy

It is said to be just a shell. Without the warmth, without the life, it is nothing more than a carcass.

What of our memories?

What of the soft hands that held mine, or of the hair that grazed my skin with warmth and flowing grace?

They are testimonies. That shell serves as a reminder of things long gone. Every emotion ever felt, every experience with what is now that carcass... If I was not so naive... If I had only tried to remember or even tried to take a second to recollect, I would not have just stood there. I would not have handled the carcass, emotionless, disgusted at the thing, as it was filthy, infested, and rotting. I would have taken it in my arms, and I would relive every sensation, and recall every memory. I would feel the palms that held me, and brought me warmth. I would feel the hair brush on my skin one last time. I would hold our bodies close, carcass to carcass, and find one last stir of warmth. Only for that moment, it is not just a shell. The carcass is a carcass, but to me it should have been more. It was a part of me. I lost myself as I lost what was once in the carcass.

I found love as she died in my arms.

I'm so EMO, I.....

Julz told me to search I'm so emo, I... in yahoo... HILARIOUS RESULTS! some vulgarities... but what the hell...

I'm so emo I could cry.

I'm so emo, I bleed whine.

I'M SO EMO I PUNCHED A CAREBEAR

I'm so emo I know the word for "depressed" in ten different languages

I'm So Emo, I Cry when I Masturbate

I'm So Emo I Shit Nautical Stars!

I'm so emo, I make flowers cry

I'm so emo, I spilled milk, cried, and wrote a song about it

I’m so emo, I cry when I pee.

I'm so emo I hate myself

I'm so emo I vomit tears of blood

I'm so emo; I burn all my food so it's black

I'm so emo I shit razor blades.

I'm so Emo I think I'm gonna die

I'm so emo, I cry stars

I'm So Emo I Shit Eyeliner.

I'm so emo I just cut my finger.

I’m so emo I can rocka hello kitty layout.

I'm so emo I bleed.

I'm so emo I sneeze bats.

I'm so emo I forgot about cutting and just lopped off my hand.

I'm so emo I have power ranger underwear

I’m so emo I wear hairfalls.

I'm so emo, I bleed black.

I'm so emo I cut off my legs!

I'm so emo I cut off my legs!

I'm so emo... I cut my fingernails.

I'm so emo, I ran out of room on my own body and have to cut other people now

I’m so EMO I weep black hair dye

I'm so emo I wear square contacts

I'm so emo I burn Candy Land cards.

I'm so emo; I could laugh the whole day.

I'm so emo I fart stars

I'm so Emo I lubricate with my tears when I masturbate.

I'm so emo I disgust even myself

I'm So Emo, I Can Bend Time

Tagged by Thea and Sanny

You know the rules...
5 weird thing about the taggers, 5 weird things about the tagged, and i tag 5 people.

Ma Teresa Aque:
1. she wears jackets with nothing underneath when nothing fits her :)
2. she buys clothes to be torn anyway...
3. she seems to have no man luck. at all.
4. she cringes at the mention of God.
5. she has 1 million different audible sounds to substitute for actual words in a conversation.

Sanny Joy Oropel:
1. says her manlet's dingdong reaches from bacolod to manila (laki nun)
2. gusto ng dugo at med stuff, pero nung tinanong ko nung 1st year bat di siya nag nursing, sabi niya sellout kasi sila.
3. punk rock nga, pero may hip hop ghetto part na ballerina... na medical pa! so parang anak ni Avril Lavigne, Nelly, Macuja-Elizalde, at House.
4. palagi nalang nawawalan ng blog. p*tang*nang ex na yan.
5. ang may kasalanan kung bakit lumagpak ako ng stat.

Me:
1. Dinidilaan ko ang ice cream. Hindi ko ito kinakain.
2. 2 buwan na hindi nagpapantalon.
3. 3 beses na nawalan ng ID.
4. When I pee, I flush my cubicle, and the cubicles adjacent to me.
5. friends ko si sanny at thea.

I tag:
Ley, Julz, Talitha (ulit), Chan (sige na chan), and Joel (I have no idea why)

The ONLY UNIVERSITY that had class today.

I had to walk through 2 km of knee deep flood water, I got my umbrella broken, and almost slipped a million times on the slippery walkways of the LRT... don't they realize that they cancelled it for a reason... ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE vs. WELLBEING. Whatever happened to student centered education?

What Would You Say if Someone Told You (Puzon, 2007)

-----------what would you say if someone told you----------

1. ang arte mo!
* PANGET KA! >:O

2. mas matalino naman ako sayo!
* K.

3. crush ako ng crush mo?
* Yeah nga eh, I also heard that you sprouted a penis. So go suck yourself nigger. -_-

4. ang bobo mo pala sa math!
* I know, ang bobo mo naman na di mo nalaman yun from the start.

5. bilisan mo naman!
*WAIT LANG!

6. ang taray mo!
* Haha. Panget ka.

7. gusto mo ng away?
* SIGE! LETS GO! UUPUAN KITA! TANGINAMO! :))

8. takot ka ata sakin eh?
* You crazy mother fuck :)

9. mas mahal niya ko!
* Tapos?

10. ang bababa na naman ng mga grades
mo!
* Ang baba naman ng baba mo o_o;;

----------what would you say if your parents told you---------

1. wag ka magpagabi ah.
* Kay mommy. :/

2 buti pa yang kapatid mo ang sipag magaral.
* Siya yun eh. Di ko kasalanan wala siyang friends. -_-;;

3. matulog ka ng maaga.
* Hahahahaha. K.

4. maglinis ka ng bahay, maghugas ka ng pinggan at magdilig ka ng halaman.
* Bea nalang -_-

5. mag-aral ka ng mabuti ha?
* Kay.

6. nung kasing tanda mo ko ang baon ko piso lang!
* Mom, were in America kaythanks :|

7.pagsinabi kong hindi pwede, hindi pwede..
* MOMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! :(

------------what would you say if your teacher told you----------

1. bagsak ka na naman!
*HAHAHA! MARUNONG KA MAG TAGALOG??! EH DI SANA MAS NAINTINDIHAN KO TINUTURO MO!! EH DI SANA DI AKO BAGSAK! -_-

2. ibabagsak kita sa major subject mo!
*Bakit?

4. late ka na naman!
*Si Mommy eh.. -_-

5. magaling ka palang sumayaw.
*Fershizzle Bitchizzle <3

6. hindi ka na pwedeng pumasok sa klase ko.
* Ok lang :)) I dont like it in there anyway :)

7. kailangan kong makausap ang magulang mo.
*They dont speak Tagalog. o_o;;

8. ang makita kong mangopya 60 na ha?
* Negra. Pano yung di mo makita? :))

9. buti pa ang kabilang section nanalo.
* Nanalo naman kami sa puso namin eh :)

10. hindi ka nakikinig kaya wala kang alam.
* May alam kaya ako. Ang alam ko, di ka marunong mag turo, alam ko yun kase, nakikinig ako. Wala lang ako naintidihan.

Blue Blood Grade (Capili, 2007)

IF YOUR BLUE BLOODEDNESS WOULD BE GRADED, WHAT WOULD YOUR FINAL MARK BE?
Place an X inside the box if it applies to you.

[x] Bought something from the A Shop
[ ] Got an A for at least one subject
[x] Understood the definition of "HELL" week…
[x] and regretted finding out what it meant
[x] Has taken/ Currently taking PE 101

score: 4

[x] Crammed three papers in one night whoa!
[x] Gave a class presentation that you now regret
[x] Know at least one photocopy lady because of professors who loved Xerox machines
[x] Got an F in a long test
[x] Promised to do better but didn't in general

score: 9

[x] Exerted effort to be exempted sa finals
[x] Striven for bonus points
[x] Slept in the library
[x] Ate lunch outside the caf
[ ] Get a Jesuit for a teacher

score: 13

[x] Ate at least in 10 establishments in Katipunan
[ ]Got an attack from Higad
[x]Watched BlueRep and TA plays required
[x] Preferred Manang's food over the Caf's
[x] Screamed your lungs out in Araneta for the Blue Eagles

score: 17

[ ] Puked at Math 19 and 20
[ ] Went to CERSA night
[x] Signed-up for an Org
[x] Joined an org that has a screening
[x] Became active in that org --haha

score: 20

[x] Joined a socially oriented org
[x] Played cards during long breaks
[x] Found immersion trips meaningful
[x] Went to school in flip-flops
[x] Went to school in "pambahay attire"

score: 25

[x] Went to school wearing chucks
[x] Hated your random number
[x] Been to Drew's
[ ] Have an organizer, whether it be from Starbucks, Go Nuts, Belle de Jour or whatever!
[x] Went to class without showering after P.E

score: 29

[x] Wanted to tell the guards to F*ck off
[x] had accidentally seen a make-out session
[x] Used consultation times properly
[x] Brought an umbrella but it didn't rain
[x] Left an umbrella and then it rained

score: 34

[x] Went to school trying to make porma but no one noticed
[x] Went to school looking crappy and everyone noticed
[x] Camwhored a lot
[x] Saw artistas and completely ignored them
[x] Spoke in a conyo way (hahahahaha! ginagaya namin yung mga conyo e!)--ako din!

score: 39

[x] Found a Chinese girl/boy hot

[x] Nagulat sa lumulubog na block sa SOM-Overpass walkway (OMG TO!!!)
[x] Had a block party
[ ] Cut class to watch a movie with blockmates
[x] Have at least 25 Ateneans on your Ym list

score: 43

[ ] Became an FFL (Fucking freeloader!)
[x] Traded dvds of American tv shows with your friends
[x] Went to Ewood for nothing
[x] Wore aviator glasses in Ateneo
[x] Ate in class

score: 47

[x] Became EMO for no apparent reason in school
[x] Thought friendster is a bust and multiply is SOOO much better
[x] Voted in the Sanggu elections vote abstain
[x] Read the Guidon and Matanglawin thoroughly
[x] Tried to avoid the guards because you left your oh-so-precious id

score: 52

[x] Engaged in deep-thinking while in Ateneo gardens such as Zen and SOM walkway
[x] Bought coffee from Figaro sa MVP basement!
[x] Nakapaghang-out sa isang MVP room
[x] Became an official YouTube addict while waiting for class
[x] Knew why Jesuit education is priceless

score: 57

[x] Learned a lot about life due to your Philosophy and Theology subjects
[x] Went to Ateneo even if you had no class
[x] Knew at least 7 famous Ateneo Alumni
[ ] Laughed at Tapdancers
[x] Ran out of ink due to numerous papers you had to pass

score: 61

[x] Maximized the use of your flash drive
[x] Celebrated diversity in the Ateneo
[x] Kept OrSem memories
[x] Watched a movie with fellow Ateneans that aren't from your block
[x] Has the hots for a fellow Atenean.

score: 66

Worth 3 points each:
[x] Attended simbang gabi at Gesu
[x] REGed2Vote
[x] Screamed in Araneta for the Blue Eagles
[x] Know at least 3 Ateneo cheers
[x] Memorized and sung A Song for Mary whole-heartedly
[ ] Got to be on the Dean's list for at least a semester
[x] Prayed to St. Ignatius of Loyola

score: 84

Worth 5 points:

[x] Called yourself an Atenean

ATENEO QPI: 89
B+ exempted ako sa final exam!!! yay!!!! hahah

A= 92-100
B+= 86-91
B= 77-85
C+= 69-76
C= 60-68
D= 50-59
F= 49 and below

Gawad Kalinga!!

Pinagpala ang lahat ng Atenistang nag GK ngayong araw ni San Ignacio.

All Ateneans who participated in GK this feast day of Saint Ignatius were made to shovel.

Once, while in delirium, as we were made to shovel excruciatingly heavy loads of dirt, I shouted into the air, "Kung hindi mo lang araw Ignacio, kung hindi mo lang araw..." It seems my little scream reached the other GKers and it became an inside joke... cool.

Gawad Kalinga!!

Pinagpala ang lahat ng Atenistang nag GK ngayong araw ni San Ignacio.

All Ateneans who participated in GK this feast day of Saint Ignatius were made to shovel.

Once, while in delirium, as we were made to shovel excruciatingly heavy loads of dirt, I shouted into the air, "Kung hindi mo lang araw Ignacio, kung hindi mo lang araw..." It seems my little scream reached the other GKers and it became an inside joke... cool.

what your last name means (Oropel, 2007)

A: you like to drink.
B: you like people.
C: you are really silly.
D: one in a million.
E: great in bed.
F: you are dead sexy.
G: you never let people tell you what to do.
H: you have a very good personality, looks and a very good kisser.
I: great in bed.
J: people adore u.
K: you're wild and crazy.
L: unbelievably great in bed.
M: great in bed.
N: you like to drink a LOT.
O: awesome kisser.
P: you are popular with all types of people.
Q: you are hypocrite.
R: fuckin crazy. (in a fun way)
S: easy to fall in love with.
T: you're loyal to those you love.
U: you are really silly.
V: you are not judgmental.
W: you are very broad minded.
X: you never let people tell you what to do.
Y: best boy/girl friend any one can ask for.
Z: always ready.

C: you are really silly.
A: you like to drink.
B: you like people.
A: you like to drink.
U: you are really silly.
A: you like to drink.
T: you're loyal to those you love.
A: you like to drink.
N: you like to drink a LOT.

At least Sanny's says she's good for something... I end up a loyal, uber-silly alcoholic. (alcoholic to an abysmal degree) I have a record 5 you like to drinks.... oh yeah... yuckness! crap! don't you dare, bidol man gid! (making gaya sanny... for annoyances' sake)

Ignatius Day 2007

Damn, these Jesuits are the best...

teach me.

Ignacio, I want to be like you.

special friend

God, if I could ask just one last favor
Make this second last forever
a blissful dream that never ends
this second with a special friend

hope.

to fight, and not to heed the wounds.

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Turnip, Vegetable Soup.

Okay... I'm backtracking to last Tuesday for the initial part... I cut Physiopsych (no judgements kiddies) so I could spend time in Caf-up. The most part of my time there was spent singing "makulay ang buhay pag may sinabawang gulay." I curse the song's composer. Elitism aside, it's a good campaign, which will draw kids to at least TRY vegetable soup. Speaking of which... I haven't had vegetable soup in ages... maybe I should try a bowl. Anyway, I then went to my Expepsy class... then our professor asked us if our lab partners had the attention span of a turnip. We then pointed out that turnips don't have attention spans. Poor turnips. We now continually call ourselves turnips. Again, poor turnips. Life has been slow lately hasn't it? I'm not wishing for more work though... this is just fine. It gives me time to recollect my thoughts, and it gives me drawing time... sigh... I apologize for an odd, mediocre post. Socrates is dead.

Being afraid of death presumes that you know something about it.

papá

¿comó és tú papá?

yo no lo conozco mí papá.

My First Massage.

I've just been through my very first massage.
It was an odd experience...
specifically because I made it weird.


She held my hand, and I said:
"I don't think our relationship has reached that level. I barely know you."

She doesn't understand english, so it's quite alright.

Then she started rubbing my back, from thoracic to sacral, and I said:
"A bit frisky, aren't we?"

Then she lowered my shorts to massage my buttocks, and I said:
"What? Not even dinner first?"

She continues to stare at me, mouthing that she doesn't understand english.

Then she goes to my shoulders and inflicts pain, so I said:
"Was I that bad?"

Then she lifts me up, which is miraculous, so I said:
"I like my women strong."

Then she finishes and leaves me alone on the massage bed, and I said:
"Hey, that's my job."

Being bored in a spa does that to you.

Next time, I'm having my feet done, and nothing else.
My shirt will never again come off.

A Boxed Set of Characters

He opens his eyes to the sun’s bright rays, and scowls his response to a new day. A trip to the bath, with hot water in a basin, and the emptied contents of a henna dye bottle. He dries his hair and looks into his closet, deprived of all hues. He walks down the stairs and nods at his mother frying his breakfast on a Teflon pan. He waits at the train station, his eyes focused on the people that pass him by. He turns his eyes away from society. He turns up the sounds that plug his ears, his senses, and his mind. The world does not deserve his attention. He walks through those halls with a frown on his face, and he mutters a breath that curses humanity. He hates the injustice. He hates the stereotypes. He leaves his paper blank come exam time. He sees no use in lined education. He comes home to screaming parents, and the tut-tuts of his siblings. He storms into his room. No one understands him. No one knows what he fights for. He screams at the world to listen to his cry. He writes, and posts his views on paper strips. He will not be ignored.

Hear Me.

She opens her eyes to the sun’s bright rays, and grins her response to a new day. A trip to the bath, with warm water in the tub, and a dresser full of creams and make up. She paints her nails and face and sighs at what she perceives is her: imperfection. She hugs and fakes a smile at her indifferent mother, sitting in a futon. She waits at the train station, her eyes focused on her mirror. She turns her attention to society. She smiles, and twirls her hair, bats her eyes, and even softly sings a gentle tune. She knows to seek the world’s attention. She walks through those halls with a smile on her face, and mutters greeting to her so called friends. She hates the injustice. She hates the stereotypes. She answers her exam as best she can. She sees no use in lined education. She comes home, academically triumphant to uncaring faces, and distant siblings. She goes into her room. No one understands her. No one knows her pain. She cries, and brings out the box of her memories. She writes her woes, only to burn them to ashes. She must not be discovered.