at shempre dahil sa last post ko eh nagchichikahan kami ni cris at eto na naman ang galit ko, abot-abot hanggang bumbunan. ang sama-sama ko. ako na! ako na talaga. ako kase magaling eh.
ulul ka malen.
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so gumawa ako ng bagong blog. para seryoso mga ipopost ko dun. yun nga ba? o KSP lang talaga ko.labo ko rin eh. gusto ko ng atensyon, pero ayokong pinapansin ako. malabo, yes!
well nakakapag post naman ako, but I cant seem to finish it. laging putol. laging bitin. never pako nakapagpost ng matino na kumpleto, yung may sense. so ano pang sense nung paggawa ko ng bagong blog kung wala rin palang sense? heh! kelan kaya ako magkakasense kausap/magsulat. ewan ko rin.
kelan ko rin kaya maeexpress lahat ng gusto kong sabihin, written man or verbally. maexpress ko man, hindi ko tatapusin, parang ngayon. ah ewan.
okay may camera ka. marunong ka magphotoshop. magaling. pero sana wag abusuhin. buti pa nung mga panahon non. yung nagagawa ng photoshop na effects, nagagawa rin naman nila noon. huhu ano ba. kanina pa ko may gusto sabihin about sa photography, nawala na naman yung thought. basta ang point, pag sobra, panget. nawawala yung spirit (what? spirit?! sorry di ko maisip yung term, lol) nung subject na kinunan mo. bago kulay, palitan ng ganito ganyan. vignette kunware para magmukhang kuha ng professional. ah ewan. ginagawa ko rin naman yun. minsan at iniiwasan ko na rin. ewan ko! ang galing galing ko kase, wala naman ipagmamalaki.
kaya ka nageedit, kase alam mong may mali. may hindi ka nagawa.
i love raw.
i love flaws.
i listen to radiohead. tapos hindi na ko stressed? HINDE!!! nasstress ako lalo. huhu. but i love the band. i love radio head. pero seryoso, i never fail to get a headache whenever radiohead’s playing. still, i keep on listening, malay mo maimmune ako sa tunog. huuuu~
i had exes. pareho silang from san nicolas. and both are possible relatives. pero hindi from same side. yung una, possible relative from my lolo’s side, yung panagalawa, sa lola ko. akalain mo yun. yung first, well, wala naman akong pakelam. haha! the second one has the bigger possibility na maging kamaganak kase they have same surnames ng lola ko. and my lola’s relatives live where he lives. ang galing lang eh. mabuti naman hindi ko nakatuluyan.
uso kase samin yun eh lalo sa probinsya. yung magiging asawa mo pinsan mo rin. i dunno why. ang theory ko, kase hindi sila lumalabas sa place na yun kaya sila-sila na rin nagiging magasawa. ah ewan.
bigla lang kase namention ni mama na yun nga, kamanganak nga daw namin yung last na ex ko. haha! oh my god.
well goodmorning, lester is on his way home already. gahd, this is early. ill go back to sleep later. anyway, we were supposed to go to this gig in sazi’s (formerly mayric’s), but due to some awful circumstances, i had to work on something in the office last night. lester got in the office yesterday really early and stayed with me. by the way, sobrang pikon ko kagabi at work, as in.
then nun pauwi na, gelai asked us if we’ll go to banchetto and i said yes, but i was already hungry so we decided to eat at mcdo and not to go to banchetto anymore. tapos uwian na, super hell yung paghihintay for a cab, kung sansan kami napadpad to get a cab and i told lester to just come to my place. on my way, i was actually considering the idea of dropping by sazi’s but we didnt. it sucks, i wasnt able to see my new tumblr friend, tutsangkulot. i also wasnt able to see tanya markova live *insert sadface here*. we just went straight home and dozed off. zzZzZZz.
so there, pretty uninteresting friday experience. im still sleepy, but i must not sleep. i have to wait for him to get to lawton. baka maligaw eh, hindi naman yun taga-maynila. hehe.
bakit parang palagi. why am i not getting pms? am i normal? i cant use pms as a reason to become a bitch for i rarely have it. i had it last week, i guess, pero hindi sobrang katulad ng nababasa ko ngayon. ano ba. unfair. minsan nga feeling ko kahit walang pms, ginagawang rason eh, para lang may excuse kang maging bitch pero ang totoo, bitch ka lang talaga. haha!
well, it’s just me.
i cant remember how this conversation started but anyway…
mama: pano kaya pag nagasawa ka na, sinong magttrabaho sa bahay
jino: e di yung lalaki
me: yung yaya
mama: yaya… basta pag nagkaanak ka na, tatawagin nya kong wowa
me and jino: what the hell!!!
me: anu ba kadire ka!!!
mama: *sings agua bendita theme*
i dunno what is it with my mom but she keeps on opening that up. na mabubuntis daw na daw ako. what the hell are you thinking ma. well, it is (of course) possible, but no! haha! and oh please, wowa?! my child will call you moymoy. whatever.
i really wanna get my own place but budget does not agree with what i want. i cant wait for january or when my brother graduates, so i can move out already. i once told mama about it and she just said ‘eh bakit hindi ka pa ngayon umalis, palibhasa kelangan mo pa magbayad ng kung anoano kaya andito ka pa’. i was a bit hurt with what she said, but she’s got a point. eh sa may binabayaran pa ko eh. so while im still here i still have to follow the house rules.
maybe ill rent. or if i get a higher pay, ill get a unit somewhere. but buying a condo will cost a lot, for that tiny space. all those expenses. heh~ if i live alone, no more house rules, unless the landlord will set one. but everything will be on my hands. laundry, cleaning the bathrom, cooking, paying the bills. i just wanna experience that. plus i want to sleep on my own bed. cook my own food. in short, just to have things on my own. it’s not that i dont appreciate what i have now, but you know, it’s true that you’ll eventually want freedom.
asking for this is too much. but i do hope i handle things on my own when that time comes. i think i can, seeing some friends younger than i am living on their own. but maybe that’s just me.
kagabi, i mean kanina nun pauwi ako from work, i took a cab. mabait yung driver. sya lang yun nagiisang driver na nasakyan ko ng madaling araw na naggreet ng goodmorning. i felt kinda safe. tapos nun madami na kaming truck na kasabay, bigla syang nagtanong. “nagbabasa ka ba ng bible?”
i was kinda caught offguard. natawa ako and then answered, “hindi po”. then there he started talking about the end of days, judgement, being saved, pagbabalik loob. ano ba, shempre naweirded out ako and natakot. sabi ko sa sarili ko “o my god, mamamatay na ba ko? wag please”. so he continued and nakarinig ako ng familiar words: pagliligtas, sanlibutan, pagbubulay-bulay. and then it hit me, i knew it. isang religion lang alam kong palaging ginagaimt yang words na yan: Jehova’s Witnesses. tapos nakapagrelax nako. i know he’s a good guy. he was surprised na nahulaan ko kung anong religion nya so kinwento ko na nung highschool ako, nagbible study ako under them. but then i stopped. you know. CONFUSION. that’s why i stopped.
so nun bababa nako, i gave him extra, and he thanked me. sobrang minsan lang ako makatanggap ng thank you from cab drivers. minsan yung iba, sila pa mismo nanghihinge. im safe.
but i love hearing stories from them. ok lang naman eh, pero hindi ko lang talaga maisapuso. so im in between. a believer/non-believer. naniniwala akong may higher being, na may judgement, na matatapos lahat to. pero confused ako sa kung sino at ano paniniwalaan ko.
yesterday, i passed by fully booked. i dunno what i was looking for, but i went straight to the stationery area. i spent about 30-45 minutes there standing and staring at the art materials they were offering. everything’s pricey. as much as i wanted to buy some new art stuff, my money wasnt enough. i have this habit of buy unnecessary stuff. i draw, i paint (well, before), but whenever i buy art stuff, i never get to use them. when i get enough money, id buy new set of paints and brushes and some blank canvas. i have paints and brushes at home, i know they’re there… somewhere. then i saw this van gogh sort-of-briefcase. and i fell in love, but it was hella expensive. but i didnt go without buying some stuff. i got a pencil (worth 99 pesos, just because it has this ‘crystal’ on the end), a new eraser and, this i-dont-know-what-it’s-called-pen. it’s this blue fine tipped pen, and has this colorless ‘highlighter-like’ tip on the other end. ugh what’s that for?
i got my artsy side from my uncle and my father. during my early years, papa used to help me out on my projects, where i need to draw. he’d draw and then ill copy. he taught me freehand drawing, how to draw human figures. but im such a bad student, all i wanted to draw was sailormoon and the gang. im more inclined to mechanical drawing though. i love technical stuff. right angle, accurate length and width, stuff like that. way back in highschool, i used to do my guy classmates’ drafting plates. i also wished i was a boy then, because my school only offers drafting to boys and homey stuff to the girls. ughhh. that just sucks. i love perspective and drawing houses. i know i should’ve taken up architecture.
i still dont know what my forte is. but i love pencils and ink, but my shading techniques are REALLY REALLY BAD. i hate paints. i kinda like water color, but i suck at it and acrylic, too. im too lazy to use oil, though i have this one oil painting im proud of, but it’s an unfinished painting. i wonder where that is. now, i cant even draw a good portrait. not even a simple doodle. and i hate it. i think i should go back doing traditional art. where’s the passion baby? i kinda miss it.
im browsing my friend’s blog and his blog makes me wanna go to baguio. he’s a photographer. i check his blog every once in a while. for the past weeks, his posts were all about his film (the one i posted a while ago. come on, go there if you have time). we havent actually met. i just knew him through deviantart where he left me a note re: my username and destiny (LOL-not really). it was just right after ondoy. from then on, he tells me stories about his life and what-nots.
i cant say that it’s easier to open up with a stranger, as well as give advices. for a stranger wont judge you according to your stories, he/she will just listen (in this case, read). as for me, i dont care if those stories are all made up or not. haaaa!
so jb, if ever you stumble upon this post, hello!
bakit yung mga lalaki, pag nagbabasketball, nagpapaluan sila sa pwet? napansin ko lang ah, eh kase hilig ko manood nun ng UAAP live. at natatawag ang aking pansin sa tuwing hahawakan nila ang pwet ng isat-isa…
itinanong ko na ito sa friend ko na player, pero itinatanggi nyang ginagawa nila to. leche.