prophecies.

While gnawing on squash seeds [since I'm a genius, I abducted a handful of those green miniature monsters, and removed the 'shell' before eating their flesh], I decided that I should post something in my blog because it’s been while since my latest blog post. Fuck, ienglishen ko nananaman ba kayo?

ANYWAY, while glancing at the here’s and there’s of the deviantArt shop, I came across this set of 2009 calendars. I wanted to have all of them, they were all good. Unfortunately, my bank account embraces only a few thousand pesos, since I keep on making *gasgas* the ATM card every time my peers and I go lakwatsa. [But really, I'm not that pasaway naman.]

I don’t have to ask my parents to order me those pretty pretty calendars since I already know what they have to say about it. PHAIL YUN SIYEMPRE.

If you are really made up of twenty-four carat kindness and generosity, PROVE IT.

Here are the links to my top choices [kapatid, you don't know how much time I spent browsing through the list just to choose two; the 'task' is really backbreaking since there are too many **good ones**].

Love,

  Masasabi ‘kong ayos naman ang field ng San Beda Rizal dahil malaki rin naman ang sakop nito. Kaso ngalang, drought na drought ang dating ‘pag tag-init na, rice field naman kung tag-ulan. Mabibighani ka pa sa kayamanang taglay nito, isa na ang nakalobong patay na palaka na nakalupasay lang sa kung saan habang ang team mo ay nagwa-warm up. Walang bluegrass na makikita dito, pero may mga talahib at damong ligaw naman na sumusulpot lang sa kungsaan.

  Nung Biyernes, isa ako sa masasayang mga tao ng mundo. Nag-I love you, too sakin ang anim na taong gulang kong nobyo. Masaya na’ko n’on. Isa na ‘kong ganap na [ipasok dito ang Filipino counterpart ng salitang 'Pedophile']. Sinabi na rin sa’kin ni Raphael ang e-mail address at password ng kanyang Friendster account.

  E-mail:  rgatchalian@hotmail.com
  Password:  ******

  Siyempre, bawal sabihin.

  Lagi akong nakakatulog ‘pag BrewRATs na. Ewan ‘ko ba. Siguro dahil do’n sa binabasa ‘kong Baedecker na wala ka namang mapapala ‘pag binasa mo. Ano nga bang koneksyon ni King Arthur sa kinabukasan ko? Bibigyan ba niya ako ng milyones? Aanakan ba niya ‘ko? Pagiginhawain ba niya ang buhay ko? Malay ‘ko. Basta isa siyang fictional character.

  Patapos na’ko sa Angels & Demons ni Dan Brown. Masasabi kong ‘di siya magaling sumulat ng romance at comedy. Pilit niyang pinagtatambal sina Robert Langdon at Vittoria Vetra, ngunit ‘di ko parin maramdaman ang kapangyarihan ng pag-ibig sa gitna ng dalawa. Pero maganda naman yung kwento, kitang-kita ang kaalamang taglay ng may-akda tungkol sa mga sinaunang sulok ng Roma.

  Pumunta naman tayo sa mga pangyayari kahapon na tinamad na kong i-post.

  Pinag-usapan namin ni Monica na sa McDo kami magkikita. Pagdating ko sa McDo ng Marcos Highway,
hinanap ko kaagad siya ngunit hindi ko siya nakita. Naghintay pa ako
nang ilan pang minuto sa labas (may mga upuan do’n). ‘Di katagalan,
tinext ko na siya at napag-alamang kanina pa pala siya naghihihintay sa’kin sa McDo. McDo Taytay. Wasak. Pinapunta ko nalang siya sa kung nasaan man ako naroroon nung mga panahong iyon. Tawa.

  Dumaan muna kami sa isang tianggian kung saan halos bawat merchandise ay ibinebenta sa halagang sampung piso. Bumili ako ng grey-and-white polka dotted cellphone strap. Sulit, naka-diez pesos lang ako.

  Nag-jeep na kami ni Monica papuntang LRT Santolan. Nakita namin sila Sofia do’n, tinakbuhan namin. Magiging pabigat na naman kasi e, peace. Tumigil muna kami para bumili ng mga tigve-veinteng pamaypay. At nagpaypayan. Veinte lang, sulit ulit. Masaya kaming pumasok sa istasyon at bumili ng tiket. Nakipaghanapan kami kay Hannah at sabay-sabay nang umakyat para maghintay ng tren papuntang Legarda.

  Boo. Ginulat kami ni Charlene na nung mga oras na yon ay kakarating palang.

Pagdating namin sa istasyon ng Legarda, syempre, tinahak namin ang
napakahabang sidewalk patungo sa kolehiyong binahayan na daw ng mga
white lady at istatwang nakikipaglaro sa mga  tao do’n pagsapit ng
dilim.

  Ayaw kami papasukin ng guard dahil wala kaming pormal na ebidensya na kami nga ay mga Bedistang nanggaling sa ikaapat na rehiyon ng bansa. Alam ko corni na. Pero tuloy pa rin ang kwento. Sabi ni Charlene, kakantahan nalang namin sila ng Bedan Hymn, ayaw nila. Ire-recite nalang sana namin yung Vision-Mission Statement ng San Beda College, pero ayaw pa rin nila. Napilitan nalang kaming sumulat sa papel nila at pumatay ng oras.

  Walang tsuper yung coaster na inorder ni coach, kaya napilitan kaming bumiyahe papuntang International School of Manila sakay ng taxi. Madaya. Sinisingil kami ng 200, pero 165 lang naman ang nakalagay sa metrong tinakpan pa niya ng trapo. Dahil apat kami, binayaran nalang namin siya nag tigcu-cuarentay-singko. Solb.

  Malaki yung ISM, at mas mukha pa itong opisina ng isang malaking kumpanya kaysa paaralan. Astig nga e, yung mga tao nag-i-Ingles,
maliban nalang sa mga gwardiya at ilang mga service personnel na
nakasalubong namin. Karamihan ng mga nakasakay sa sasakyang
dinadaan-daanan lang kami ay banyaga. Boy, Buwan ng Wika ngayon.||:

  Pinapunta kami ng mga gwardiya sa isang liblib na football field. Nakabibighani (*isa ito sa mga malalalim na salitang minsan ko lang magamit) ang ganda ng lugar, malalaman mo kaagad kung ang mga mag-aaral ng higanteng pook na ito ay laking aircon o urban poor lang. Totoong damo ang ang nakalatay sa field nila, ‘di tulad ng mga ligaw na damo na sa Kolehiyo ng San Beda Rizal mo lang makikita.

  Nagsimula ang laban. Pinasok ako bilang Striker. Nagkamali sila, hanggang papel lang ng Defender ang kaya kong gampanan. Bobo na ako pagdating sa iba. Akala ko, bilang Striker, tungkulin kong habulin ang bula at pumunta sa lugar na gusto kong puntahan, mali pala. "DU’N KA LANG KASI SA TAAS!", sigaw ni Ate Sam. Hala, galit na.

  May tatlong beses na sana kaming naka-goal, kaso laging lumalampas dun sa goal. Sana nakakalakad nalang yung net.)):

  Panalo ang San Beda! San Beda Alabang. 9-0 ang score, pero sabi ni Ate Shen, sabihin nalang daw namin 3-4, panalo. Kaso talo talaga. Kumain muna kami ng meryienda, pagkaing inihain ni coach. Maraming salamat, coach. Medyo limang oras na rin akong ‘di nakakain.

  Wala na ‘kong balak ipagpatuloy pa ang kwento. Basta kahapon, unang beses kong nakipagsiksikan sa MRT. Napag-alaman ko ring hinihiwalay ang babae at lalake sa MRT dahil nga masikip. Matagal rin kaming naghintay ni Monica ng jeep papuntang Angono, dahil isa lang ang dumaan sa loob ng isang oras na paghihintay sa istasyon ng Santolan. ‘Di rin kami nakapaglakwatsa sa Market! Market! dahil sa kawalan ng salapi.

 

  Ipinagyabang ko sa pinakamamahal kong ina na marunong na akong magpalit ng gulong ng sasakyan. Kanina, pinabayaan ng ilan kong kamag-aral ang isang gulong na nangangailangang pang malagyan ng lug knots. Siyempre, no choice, ako nalang MAG-ISA ang gumawa. Sa totoo lang, nag-volunteer si Michi para tumulong, pero dahil nga sa kayabangan ko, hindi ko na siya pinansin. At hinayaan naman niyang lumaki ang ulo ko.

 Proud na proud ako sa sarili ko kanina dahil sa ‘di malamang kadahilanan. Nakapagpalit lang ako ng gulong MAG-ISA (emphasis ang tawag d’yan), ang babaw na ng kaligayahan ‘ko. Pero ayos lang ‘yon. ‘Di lang naman ako ang nagkakagano’n.

  Sa totoo lang, dapat talaga kaming (ako, Charlene, Keith, Monica) pumunta sa bahay ni Monica kanina. Si Keith ang pinagmulan ng ideya, ngunit siya rin ang dahilan kung bakit hindi kami natuloy. Epal mo Keith.((:

  Mahal ko na si Colleen Kahulugan. Ang ganda niya, matalino, athletic pa. Wala dyan ang mahal ni Monica (si Marjan Antonio). Sa mga kababaihan dyan dyan lang, ‘wag kayo mag-alala. 1/4 lang ang pagka-bisexual ko. 3/4’s akong feminine. Mahal ko na nga rin yung kuya ni Colleen e. Cute kasi nung mata.

  Eto, inaagawan na naman ako ni Kristine. AKIN NA SI RAPHAEL, AKO ANG NAUNA DYAN. Di mo ba nakikita sa albums ko sa Friendster (clicky)? Ang dami n’ya nang iginuhit para. Sa. Akin. Si Raphael nga pala ay isang matalino at poging (sabi niya) Grade 2. Cute, may manners, kabisado ang capital ng bawat bansa. Boyfriend ko na siya dahil.

  Ngayong linggo lang ako ulit nakapag-ipon. For four days, P250 pa lang ang nagagastos ko. Gano’n ako katipid. Dahil nga may pinag-iipunan. Sawa na nga ako sa mga kinakain ko e. Recess — donut, yung may chocolate filling, at chocolate flakes sa puting ibabaw. Lunch — donut, yung may chocolate filling, at chocolate flakes sa puting ibabaw, ulit. Lahat yo’n ginawa ‘ko para lang makaipon ng 300+ kada linggo.

  uhh, let’s see.

  i’m merrily killing time with this old mass of microchips for today. no classes, signal number 3. there’s just a bantam amount of rainfall, mild blowing of winds. i can’t actually sense the turbulence. frank, here, drowned the streets yesterday and the day before that. classes were postponed for this day, but i can’t really feel frank. hey frank, where did you go?

  yesterday, i wasted six hours of my life turning caedmon’s story into pictures as loren asked me to do. the two of us were assigned to tattle about this selection from the ecclesiastical history of the english people stuff our school patron saint bede wrote some centuries ago. thank you, saint bede. thank you. so i was having a hard time with the details.

  moving on, there was this guy. i’m not actually certain of ‘his’ gender. he’s one of paolo’s dear kinsmen. he lives next door since the last week of vacation, but i only see him during weekends. uhh, he’s a college freshman in a school/college/university somewhere in pasay, so banjo is into boarding stuff. last vacation, he wouldn’t diplay his face to his new femme neighbors. uhh, is he just sheepishly introverted or does he obtain this inclined gender? he would take cover whenever he sees me. hey, i’m no cannibal.

  speaking of paolo’s couz, paolo and honey broke up. according to honey, paolo’s going out with some girl christened by the name hazel. maybe the girl’s one of his schoolmates. it’s  just his first time studying in a co-ed school,
so maybe he just got a little too galvanized. don’t worry honey, there
are still a lot of boys out there who are so much better than him. first kisses don’t matter dear, really.

  oh yeah. ma and my little bro left for singapore yesterday. i hope there won’t be any unwanted mishaps due to the storm. i was trusted with 5k and mama asked me to manage it properly. yes, that petite will do, i guess. they will be back by monday, next week. so for this week, the house is mine. happy, happy.(=

 him instant messaged me.(: i’m not happy, just trying to share it.((: i’m not interested in him anymore.(((: so yeah, i went online & then him unexpectedly greeted me hello. him’s status is set to invisible, because according to him, him’s being drowned by IMs sent by people missing him. our colloquial chitchat was nothing really earthshaking, actually. well, him bragged & crowed about having to wag him’s tongue in english effortlessly, not making a very vast group of friends (though him has some), not having any girlfriend (for now), and bla bla bla. him also told me that i’m the one neglecting him everytime him’s online, but am i really the one? tsk. aww, i miss him.

  i don’t actually care putting up this thing here. ccckk, as if him has time reading my blog posts, ne?

 leonardo dicaprio does not look much like an environment/al activist, doesn’t he? he is. his official myspace account (click click click) said so. the japanese even called him leo-sama. eww, how–. he’s such a cutie, isn’t he? even at age 33, he still got it.

  jayson has a soon-to-be-girlfriend. really. he unbelievably managed to get one. tsk. the girl’s so so so cute. her name’s denese, a ruizian.(: i love her.((: ATASHI WA HOMO JANAII DESU. so, yeah. anyway, i’ve already linked to her friendster site in my previous entry (click click click), but if you’re too skittishly unassertive to add her up, then just go on and read more of this crap.

  don’t worry, i just pilfered some of her pictures posted in her site for you. if you please to see more of her beauty. click here.(: ayan, ni-link ko na ulit. am so considerate, am i not?

  i know. gokusen is an exceptionally remarkable dorama, but i really loathe having to see the likely unchanging plot in all three seasons. the story doesn’t seem to metamorphose. but i’m still willing to watch the third season, i’m looking forward to seeing hot, younger shounen. unfortunately, SARS-fansubs was only able to put on subtitles up to episode 4. i’m telling you, it’s not worth the wait. i’m just trying to see if matsujun will be guesting on one of this stuff.

  what’s with the skies? i can’t observe those stars. pssh.

  yup, i know. in fact, they were really reputed to withdraw yesterday. i just don’t know why they upsurged their stay here. i’m aptly lighthearted  that they are gone now. nope, i will never miss him, because aww, he broke my heart. K I D D I N G. why would i let such an icky kissing loser (remember my previous blog post? huh? huh?) get to me, e? so yeah. there were tearsheds and stuff, all sponsored by raye alexys peralta, paolo’s oh-so-sweet girlfriend.
though jian is still here, for some sundry wherefore, charlene’s organs
of vision send forth saline liquid thingy, too. i had to admit, i was pretty vexed by their overreactions.

  yesterday, i got to IM jayson, a whilom classmate of mine. we were chatting about plotting our batch’s reunion & his GIRLFRIEND.
ooh ooh ooh. she wasn’t precisely his girlfriend. it was his girl
bestfriend who once had a crush on him & vice versa. the girl was
really cute! mind checking out her friendster site? but you really need to add her up if you please to see her lusciously delectable face. her profile is currently set on private, and her profile picture just reveals how cute her rock-on chubby hand is.

  earlier today, i got to browse through honey’s (a.k.a. alexys raye peralta) dearly beloved mobile phone.
i read most of the messages under the "fUnnY qu0tEs" folder and
stumbled upon one message that went right through me. its title was
something like "pinoy text messages meanings". when you say–

"ligawan mo na sya!", it means "sana ako nalang".
"kayo na?", it means "go break up with her, i’m here".
"ok lang yan, dami pa dyan iba", it means "eto ako o".
"musta na u?", it means "do you miss me".
"full support ata ako!", it means "i don’t totally agree".
"aylabyuhin mo na kasi!", it means "i wish i was her".

and so on and so forth. i can’t really recall everything. i’ll just tell her to forward the thing to me so i can post it here.

  today’s post is going to be an expeditiously brief one, with teeny tiny sentences. i know i’m rude.

  I WISH HE WOULD LEAVE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
i wish his aunt didn’t gave him the option to extend his lame sojourn
here. he’s notably one of the biggest monsters i’ve ever met. was he
still trying to make me covetous of her or what? it seems like he fell
profoundly in love with her. deeply in love at his age? he doesn’t even know what love is! i don’t know, but i really think he’s insulting me, HE’S MOCKING ME, i knew it. he knew i would be jealous, so he yuckingly kissed her five times, twice on the lips! he’s like, the ickiest creature i’ve ever met. and the girl here, was obviously having fun. he’s such an ero. i was just trying to look like i was okay, but yeah. I HATE THE DRAMA.

  what is love? the question is still there. anyone? SIMPLE. love is just a part of our human mating instincts. we just exaggerate things to make it look "magical". so please, DON’T OVERDO IT, whoever you are. i don’t know you anymore.

  i utterly detest avril. she sucks, she’s not the punk princess i used to know. i can still recall the days when i was so dying to minister to her bonez tour, but then my preciously dear mom won’t let me.
how considerate. i was so in love with avril’s music then. they were
all so briskly full of high spirits and stuff, but now… i hate them. oh, THE DAYS.

  friendster looked like a porn site. yes, with all those grimaces of juday, gretchen, claudine and ruffa publicly exhibited on it, na may wet-look effect pa. now i’m unequivocally not willing to click on that HOME button thing again. just convey me when the friendster-looks-like-a-porn-site thing is over.

  i went to watch gabriel’s game earlier today. unfortunately, his mom inhibited him to play because his arm was not in a very intact condition. well, there was this boy, christened by the name kier. and yeah, i don’t worry if i post it here. i don’t think that he has a multiply/imeem/deviantart/quizilla/crunchyroll
account or something. i’m just going to alter some of this post’s
contents in friendster. so yeah, back to the topic. kier here, IS A BRILLIANT BASKETBALL PLAYER. i’m deeply infatuated. sigh.

  teenagers today are so elaborately daedalian. when they declare something like, "don’t tell her/him, okay?", the receiver will instictively do the opposite, as anticipated by the persona. weird, huh? that’s why if you don’t want some secrets spilled, don’t convey the message to anyone. i’m a teenager myself, but i don’t really compass their point.

  there’s this deviant, with the username SilentReaper (click to be directed), who’s such a notably prestigious artist. he/she/it (i’m not so certain of SilentReaper’s gender) made so many death note fanarts and stuff. i’m in excessive liking of his/her/its works.

  and paolo’s leaving, AWW. see him this christmas. that’s for now.

  i watched bj’s game earlier today. and as expected, they triumphed over their nemesis in reds. the game was like 3-on-5 since only three or four member of the green team were sprightly displaying energy. the remainder looked like undefiledly naive petite toddlers
still subjected to acquiring possession of knowledge on how to play the
sport. the members of the opposing crew were genuinely intact, though.
they were a lot more better than the ‘toddlers’ on our team.

  i understand. today is mother’s day. i’m indelicately barbaric, am i not? the day is roughly over but i still didn’t greet my dearly precious inay up until now. uber daftly moonstruck, no?

  i soo enthusiastically dote on the sacrosanctity of the people next door. they solemnize mother’s day. not just celebrate, but celebrate celebrate. they summoned me over for a mother’s day din. the brownies were baked by this incoming-4th-year-high-school boy. they’re all so sweet. the girls even claimed that they don’t take hard drinks. their family is soo holy, no?

  i’m so glad summer is over. the season for earth-lavished-with-rainwater is in, and i soo love this part of the year. i get to chat & play around with my dear, dear friends, in the rain. you do that too, don’t you? if you don’t, then you’re messing up your childhood.
you really should try it. you won’t be able to do it once your
adolescent days are over because if you ever did, you’ll just look like
an insanely foolish, immature child-wannabe adult. want that? then just play in the rain. it won’t hurt, but please dispose the idea of rain-bathing if your immune system is really weak.

  i fell in love with an eight-year-old boy. epithet? pablo roco. they call him bj, but i can’t fairly distinguish how close the name "pablo" is to "bj". he’s a really good basketball player. he’s adorably cute, too. he is one of paolo’s amigo.
bla, bla, bla. i’m delighted with the particular actuality that bj
tarries here with us in rizal, not like his brothers who permanently
inhabited bicol but are contemporarily exhausting their vacation here.
i think they’ll be withdrawing by may 16 or 17?

  do you know a woman christened by the name marimar?
well, i do. there’s this lunaticly absurd femme in her 20’s or 30’s who
overhauled by our house less than many times. she’s arguingly
vindicating that she’s marimar. she kept on garnering the neighbor’s flowers and stuff. she seemed pretty unoffensive, so we endeavored soliciting her to play with us. she deteriorated our offer, pulled her right arm up, & cursed us with her middle finger. how friendly of her. wala lang, just sharing.((: