Saree na po

I am not the kind of person who is so fond of having friends. I can live my life alone without anyone with me in my entire life. I can move along the day without talking or perhaps even opening my mouth.

I am really such a mood-swinger and I like quiet places. I can’t stand a day being with somebody since I really hate it. I prefer to be alone.

The cigarettes I threw on the road after sipping all its nicotine is an evidence that I am making my life shorter. The bottle of alcohol in my side makes me wonder how life can be so beautiful when all I know is that is sucks!

How I wish they would just know that I only want to live because of my family. Since I am responsible for their sake, I need to be alive and I have to be firm.

I do not really care for others feelings but somehow I am situated in this place where my second family is blooming.

This family, composed of many different personalities, is my new source of laughter. Where I can make jokes, or else I can be the object of laughter by acting like a gay, and laugh out hard when there is something funny. It is so fun to be here.

But somehow there are people who are nice but often insensitive. Maybe the busy atmosphere of the office makes them so insensitive that sometimes they don’t listen or perhaps they don’t let you explain when you have done something wrong (a mistake that is not really a big deal).

I am always attentive when it comes to agreement or something alike and if I am not able to do it, maybe there is really a valid reason or valid reasons.

I do not want to feel like this. I am sad because someone is mad at me without considering what had happen.

I treat this new family of mine very well with all my sincerity because we always stick together in the office for the whole semester.

Though I am really heartless, bully and hot tempered, I am kind to them since they are nice to me as well and I will continue staying like this even if there are people who are insensitive.

I am really trying my best to befriend them and

I just want to say sorry for not being able to jog with you.

SORRY NAGUD KUYA…

Hindi ko alam kung kailan ako huling umiyak.

Kagabi, ng ako'y naliligo at hawak hawak ang sabon sa aking mga kamay
ay bigla nalang may tumulo sa aking mga mata.

Kay lamig ng tubig, ngunit kay init ng aking katawan at hindi ko alam kung ano ang nangyayari.

Lumuha ako hindi lang isang beses, marami iyon.
Sa bawat luhang pumapatak sa sementong nabasa ng tubig ay hirap na hirap ako sa pagpigil ng aking mga luha.
May kung ano akong nais sabihin, pero walang nakikinig, walang gustong makinig.

Humagulhol ako ng malalim, pilit kung pinupunan ang hangin na nauubos sa aking
katawan. Wala akong nagawa kundi umiyak nalang talaga.
Bumaha ng luha sa aking mga mata habang ramdam ko ang sakit na matagal kung tinatago sa aking pagkatao.

Hindi ako naging isang mabuting anak.

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nangyayari sa akin pero parang may gusto akong maramdaman na hindi ko na nalasap ng ilang taon.
Meron akong problema ngunit wala akong mapagsasabihan pagkat walang alam na may problema ako.

Hindi ko rin alam kung problema ba talaga ang dahilan kung bakit ako umiiyak.
Pero sa katagalan ay nalaman ko na rin ang dahilan.

Ako ang problema, ako ang nagkasala, hindi ako naging isang mabuting anak.

Mama, patawarin mo ako pagkat ngayon ay daha dahan ng nawawala ang direksiyon ng buhay ko.

Forgive me friend (I'm talking to you. Yes, you are)

I admit that I am not good in terms on making my friends to stay longer in the circle. My teachers in different secondary schools would always tell me that I am a "test" to my friends. A test, meaning that I am a sort of qualifying exam that people need to pass to figure out who can stay when there's no reason to stay at all for a jerk like me.

Because I am a person having multiple-personalities (not the psycho-weirdo thing) that changes every time I walked in to a place and to the next one, my personalty also changes to suit into the crowd.

When I am at home or at a residential place (don't have one) I am a bully piece of dirt that my "ka-tropa" really has to be courteous when I'm around. I admire them because they respect me a lot and often call me "bossing gud ka dire". They knew that I am a mood-swinger and that I usually have mood swings every time I enter the room.

I even don't understand myself. When I am in the office I am surely becoming a funny noisy geek that I can take hard jokes for granted (wala ra..). But, sometimes I would forget that I'm inside TN and when someone moves a quick joke on me I would just shut my mouth and keep silent for a while and wait for a couple of seconds until I can bounce back a joke..

I am not really used when someone makes fun of me but I guess I was the one who gave them the impression that I am a happy-go-along person and that I can handle temper-loosing jokes.

Honestly, the office is the only place where I can smile and laugh out loud until I get tired. The place where I talk so much and do stupid silly things beyond my control..

But, It is much better that way. I don't want them to know me as a hot-tempered no-earth citizen which I usually do all the time in my boarding house. I really hate noisy people that's why I always kick and slam the doors of anyone who makes noise when I am asleep.

Or if someone would gave me a half meant joke when I am in the bad mood (you bet I am always in the bad mood), then the war is near and I'm ready to launch my dynamo fist. I only respect a few people and these are the ones whom I call kuya and ate.

When I call someone's name or when I say Hi! or hello! that means I am really trying hard to greet you guys because I never greet anybody. I am nice, and pretend to be a stupidly gayish shrek because I am learning to situate myself to a daily routine with all of you in my everyday life cycle.

I want to mark your heads that I am easy-to-be-with though I'm really not. See? I am very irritating most of the times and I love to irritate people. I so love it when someone holds anger at me without a deep reason because it will really show how poor the socializing skills they have.

free sms sending

There has been a flurry of sites offering FREE SMS to mobile phones all over the world in the past few months. Previously I had written how to send free sms to India, UK and other countries. Now, I plan to collect and put together all such websites which offer FREE SMS.
1. Text4Free – You can send free text messages from this website to almost anywhere in the world.
No registration is needed for the following sites -
2. Freesms.net
3. Dynadel
4. GizmoSMS
5. 160by2 – Send Free sms from India – registration necessary
6. Tamilar – Free SMS to India – no registration required
7. CbfSms – Only for UK
8. OOSms – Worldwide Free SmS – registration needed.
Updates:
9. Wadja – Worldwide coverage, need registration.
10. Way2Sms – India specific
11. Youmint – India specific again, advertising firm, so you know what to expect!
12. Peekamo – Worldwide Free SMS
13. Hai91 – Another India specific site, needs registration.

Rohan Online - I am a Pure Vit Sage Dragon Fighter

Dekan Dragon Fighters are nearly incomprehensible, these changelings defy nature. Dekans are born with the nascent ability to transform from humanoid to a fiercely violent dragon! In deciding which one is better, just ask yourself where you want to use your Dekan Dragon Fighters.

* Dragon Knight – They evolve more quickly in the form of dragon rather than humanoid, and employ a unique bloodsucking skill to weaken opponents.
* Dragon Sage – Specialized hunters that can attack large areas at once. Pray you do not cross them underwater.

If you choose the humanoid Dragon Sage over Dragon Knight, follow the Dekan Sage Skill Build guide after the jump…

Dekan Sage Skill Build

This Skill Build Guide is made by her01337 of Rohan Forums. All credit belongs to him. For further discussion, check out the link to the forum link.

The stat build for Pure Vit Dekan Sage is to add 4 vit every level.

Dragon Fighter:

1 Darkness
1 Taunt
5 Dragons Power
1 Health to Mana
5 ForeFootSwing
5 Health Funnel
1 Dragons Tail
1 Zhen Counter
2/5 Dragons Skin

Dragon Sage:

5 Zhen Mastery
5 Critical Immunity
2 Extricate
5 Evolve
5 Suction
1/5 Mantle
5 Forced Lock (Optional)
5 Flow
5 Splitter
5 Impenetrable
5 Fast Shadow
5 Full Blown Attack ( I believe? )
5 Dragons Wing

How to kill INSENSITIVE people in a blog post...

Why is it that many people are making LAWS and RULES just for their own gain?

I witnessed several scenarios in mankind that involved this kind of parasitic behavior.  I would like to KILL some INSENSITIVE people in this post.

It can be noted that a few months ago the Board has decided to not let the staff open their Face Book and other social networking accounts for some significant reasons.

First, so that the Staff can focus on their work.
Second, to detach themselves from distraction.
Third, to consume office hours sole-fully in good-work.
Fourth, to maintain a PEACEFUL working environment
Fifth, to establish teamwork among other co-staffers.
Sixth, to publish weekly?

Again, I am writing this post not because I am a coward but because I do not want to argue with people who are not in level with my I.Q.
If they will argue with me, I know I can shut their mouth up just like the last time.

Moreover, I am a Sole Noblesse. I need to handle situations with Class and Dignity.

Here are my arguments:

We are prohibited to use social networking sites because of the reason stated above, but why is it that there are some people who are playing other games during office hours? Is not it an act of altering the law?

Why is it that there are people who are TOO noisy while playing?
Is not it an act of tearing down the Peace And Order Rule in the Office?


Why is it that some people are singing so LOUD that they are already making the STUPIDIST NOISE ever?

Aren't they aware that we are not their audience? and that we do not understand what the hell they are saying?

Ang Trigo sa Dunkin

"Unsaon ni siya Ry? (How to do this?)" asked Juliene, a friend of mine. I actually call her Dakog Aping most of the time because it suits her best. Dakog Aping means chubby cheeks, and she has a quite extra-large cheek so I gave her that name. (Joke :P She's good looking. I should say because I don't want to get hurt.)

We were having a tutorial  session in Trigonometry the other night because this week is their preliminary exams. It's not normal for her to study. I mean, it's a miracle. I think so.

I've got a good stock knowledge about all math subjects because this is my major years ago.

There goes Angles. Degrees. Elevation. Depression. Word Problems. I bet word problems are the most difficult because they require comprehension and math applications.

Good thing she could really do it.

Job That Blows

Madaling araw na, oras na para magsara ng computer shop si Pilo. Naglinis, nag-ayos, at nag-ligpit na ang binatang bantay ng computer shop.

Habang inaayos ang backpack nya at naghahanda para umuwi, narinig ni Pilo na bumukas ang pinto ng computer shop. Medyo nainis sya sa sarili dahil nakalimutan nyang baliktarin ang "open" sign na nakasabit sa pinto.

Pilo: Sorry, close na po kami. (Nakayuko parin si Pilo at abala sa pag-aayos ng bag nya.)

Babaeng sexy: Hindi ba pwedeng gumamit ng computer? Kahit saglit lang?

Pilo: Hanggang 2am lang kasi kami 'e. Pasensya na hindi talaga pwed... (Natulala si Pilo)

Sa pagtingala nya, nakita nya na ang kumakausap sa kanya ay sobrang ganda at sexy na babae. Halos ilang segundo rin bago natauhan ang binata.

Babaeng sexy: Ah sige, salamat na lang.

Pilo: Teka miss... Ano bang kailangan mo?

Babaeng sexy: Kailangan ko lang makausap ang mama ko.

Pilo: Ah akala ko kasi maglalaro ka. Kung internet, ok lang. (Palusot ng binata)

Babaeng sexy: Talaga? Wow thank you!

Pilo: Hehe sige upo ka na dyan.

Sa paglakad ng sexy at magandang babae palayo, dun lalong naaninag ni Pilo ang hubog ng katawan ng dalagita.

Babaeng sexy: Pano ba 'to?

Pilo: Anong ibig mong sabihin?

Babaeng sexy: Nag-text lang kasi ang mama ko, pumunta daw ako sa kahit saang internet shop, para makapag-usap kami. Pano ba gagawin ko?

Nakaisip si Pilo ng paraan para maka-isa sa dalaga...

Pilo: Nako miss, busy kasi ako may mga pinapagawa sa akin yung boss ko, kailangan kong tapusin 'to 'e. Pano yan?

Babaeng sexy: Matagal bang ayusin yon? Naghihintay kasi yung mama ko. Sige na, tulungan mo naman ako. Gagawin ko kahit ano, makausap lang ang mama ko.

Pilo: Talaga? Kahit ano?

Babaeng sexy: Oo.

Pilo: Sige. Halika, punta tayo sa may kwarto sa likod.

Naglakad papunta sa kwarto ang dalawa. Naunang maglakad si Pilo kaya nasa harap sya ng babae. Hindi kita ng dalaga ang malaswang ngiti ni pilo. Pag dating sa kwarto, pinaupo muna ni pilo ang dalaga. Nakangiti parin ang binata habang pinagmamasdan ang magandang muka nung babae. Binuksan ni Pilo ang pantalon nya, at nilabas ang kanyang sandata.

Pilo: Lumuhod ka.

Agad namang sumunod ang babae.

Pilo: Sabi mo gagawin mo kahit ano para makausap ang mama mo diba? Sige, simulan mo na.

Dahan-dahan nilapit ng dalaga ang mga labi nya sa sandata ni Pilo...

Babaeng sexy: Hello... Hello mama? Oo si Pearl 'to. Eto ok naman. Tumakas ako sa ospital, ayaw kasi nilang maniwala na hindi ako baliw. Hahahahaha! Kamusta naman dyan sa moon?

Pilo: Put*ng ina naman... Ah miss, bilisan mo makipag-usap long distance yan 'e. Booyset!

Porque Contigo

"Tulala lang sa aking kwarto

At nagmumuni-muni

Ang tanong sa aking sarili

Saan ako nagkamali

Bakit sayo pa nagkagusto"

Take note. The lyrics above has nothing to do with love. I'm not entitled to talk about it this time. The truth is, I've got nothing to tell - my eyes hurt while my brain cells are totally consumed with my previous thinking.

As a matter of fact, I suppose to write an opinion article for our weekly paper but then again, I wasn't able to do so because I'm tired of errors. I lost my appetite for writing this week because of errors. Maybe because I wasn't able to examine the errors and I blame myself for that.

Let's talk about the song.

Aint this song very nice to hear? I thought this was Spanish. I was convinced that this was a Spanish song because it sounded so Spanish two weeks ago when my colleagues kept of playing this song here in the office. (Okay, I've said enough of Spanish.)But later on, as the song went on, after the chorus has ended, it was Chabacano after all.

Okay, I miss you so badly while I'm making this entry. 

600 Days is Too Long

Almost 600 days ago, I wrote my first editorial pertaining to the most spine-tingling event to ever tint the pages of the Philippine History. For the second time around, I am writing again to remind everyone on how lousy the justice is here in the Philippines.

Once in a while, the nation was shook by the bestial killings of 57 civilians; that include 37 journalists and 20 political supporters of the former Maguindanao gubernatorial bet, now governor, Esmael “Toto” Mangudadatu. The victims were slaughtered at the grassy hill of Barangay Salman in nearby Ampatuan town of Maguindanao on November 23, 2009.

As of press time, the names of the suspects are as clear as the spread-through blood that splattered in the grassy graves of the innocent civilians. The evidence is already at hand with the Philippine National Police (PNP) authorities and the country lively awaits the final verdict of the two killing spree masterminds Andal Ampatuan Jr. and Andal Ampatuan Sr.

 Unfortunately, justice is too slow for not serving it yet. Six hundred days have passed but still the perpetrators are still enjoying the possibility that they might be freed, and even had the face to plea for innocence. Six hundred days is too short for people who have normal lives, but for those people who have lost their loved ones, 600 days is too long for justice to take place.

Earlier this month, former Philippine President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo showed sympathy and support to the Ampatuan clan, saying that she will back them up during the judicial proceedings in the Supreme Court of the Philippines. That is why. The Arroyo administration had been backing them right from the start. Arroyo assured a year ago that justice would be given right away after the investigation. But the truth is, Arroyo could hardly put an iron hand to the Ampatuans because she owed them big time in winning the 2007 presidential election. Everything she said are nothing but lies.

 There is something wrong with the country’s political body and that is what keeps justice go slow. Suspected government officials have close ties to justice officers, so as to the military and police forces and that is the reason why crimes such as corruption, extra-judicial killings, and plunder, though already have obvious suspects and strong evidences filed in, are hardly given the equal punishment to these charges of felony.

Maguindanao Massacre is not the only proof of how terrible the justice we have here in our country is; and apparently not the first one of not having a fair and fast trial even if there are already clear evidences. There was the NBN-ZTE scandal, fertilizer scam, P438 billion foreign debt of National Power Corporation, P9.2 billion Centennial Expo scandal, P6.6 billion National Lotto scandal, P3.2 billion DILG scandal, P278 million PCA scandal, and so on and so forth.

How long should we wait for justice to come? Five years? Twenty years? A century? I would not be surprised if that’s the outcome of these trials because Philippine justice is incapable of sending nail-crooked politicians and prominent government officers to jail.

Perhaps, we, Filipinos, should start judging and questioning our authorities or else, these acts of felony will get worse. Questioning is necessary. It is a tool to stop mankind from their wicked act and future evil plans. Everyone has the right to ask because if we won't, who would? Waiting for the Supreme Court to come up with a final verdict for these cases is useless because justice here in our country is lousy.

Fever makes a letter

 

Three days ago, I had a really bad fever. Bad because I hate being sick. It gives me the impression that I'm weak.  That time, I wondered why I got sick when in fact I have a strong immune system (Aww?). It was hard to believe. But I realized one thing, it reminded me, on the midnight of June 22, the night that I got sick, that I've already lived a year with no girlfriend.

I had no idea about it, actually. Such a thing as being single never crossed my mind 'till that time. I smiled to what I've learned. I lived a year without being too dependent to anyone. No real friends. No girlfriend. Just me.Let's stop the drama.

To my future girlfriend, whoever you are, I am writing this one for you.

I may not be able to know you for now, though there's a big possibility that we already know each other. I want you to know that I waited too long. I didn't go for the rush. I didn't settle for anything that is temporary because I know that when you and I meet, there is magic.

I don't know where you are. Perhaps, we shared dinner already or I've bumped you on my way downtown or maybe you've seen me looking at you stealthily and I didn't realize you already noticed me. Funny it is that two different people are bound to meet each other at the right time, at the right place.

Please don't ever think twice. When you feel that you and I have this unique interconnection, and share the same thoughts, it means you and I are for each other. That is rare. People search for a lifetime finding something like that.

You and I don't need to talk. In times that you're still comfortable sitting beside me without us talking, it means we're perfect for each other.

You see, I don't know how to play guitar. I don't know how to sing either. But I'll try to write your name in my heart. It'll forever be there.

It may happen that ours won't last that long, but that does not mean we are not destined for each other. We are destined to meet and to fall in love. It's between the two of us if what we 'll going to make out of it, whether you want to stay or not.

Where are you? I'm waiting.

A Casaroro Weekend

Since yesterday weekend was kinda boring, me and my friend, (She's my YAYA actually) decided to go to Casaroro Falls. Well, it's our first time in Casaroro and I don't need to really elaborate or describe what what we saw there because I'll be writing an article about nature on Monday for our weekly paper.

Just look at the pictures below. P.S. I don't have pictures here yet because she did not upload mine in FB.  That's good because I don't like showing my face here in blogger or in Facebook.

You might see an endangered ferocious creature in some of the pictures. Beware!

The Endangered Specie. This is what I'm talking about.

The Fallin Tree?

The Flower

Flower and Water

The Horizon

The Water and Ferns

Water na naman. Puro nalang tubig

The Falls and the Ferocious Creature

Water and Stones. Puro may water ang pics kasi nasa Falls nga kami.

The Narcissistic Endangered Specie. (Hindi masyadong mahilig magpa-picture)

335 steps

Here's the steps

The Hanging Bridge with the Endangered One.

Deprivation of Freedom

Saying that I am no longer allowed to write anything here in blogger because I am creating chaos in this  bureau is simply the lamest statement I've heard for years.

What were they thinking?

They are depriving an artist to paint nude portraits. They are depriving an athlete to go beyond his limits.

They are depriving a journalist to write against the administration. They are practicing Martial Law in the era of great freedom.

If that's the case, should we not call ourselves Journalists anymore because we are not practicing the freedom of expression.

I am not posting names here, nor specific offices, and kill them out of shame. I am practicing the ethics of a blogger. And if they don't know that, then don't ever deprive me of writing what I want.

This is my blog, and I am not making issues nor conflagration to anybody.

As long as I'm not mentioning names, I'm playing safe.

Bursting the bubble of anyone of you is not my plan nor part of my business. But if I am able to do that, that only means I'm an effective writer. When you are hit without me mentioning names, there's something wrong with you. Your guilt tells you to change for the better, to stop acting bullshit and to think in accordance to fairness and equality.

Blogging is not the right medium in stepping the rights and credibility of someone's life, I know that, but that does not mean I can't write and criticize someone who, in my own common understanding, can become a goody good subject for criticism because they are no longer acting as to what normal people should do.

Judgement is necessary. It is a tool to stop mankind from their wicked act and future evil plans. Everyone has the right to judge. Because if you won't, who would? Waiting for the supreme court for the final verdict to come is useless because justice here in our country is lousy. We need to judge people to stop them from growing more wicked.

Ask a lawyer first if I am subjected for a libel case before depriving me of my very own medium of expression.

Porno Marathon -->

I had an encounter with my new board mates last night and because all of them were males, our talks led to girls to sex to porn stars and the last? porn videos. And later on, I taught them my perceptions about the subject. I am hopeful that they will take it as a good advice.

Though I need to admit that I don't have those kinds of videos and I don't like to watch porn/nude movies (weee? di nga) I decided to continue droppin by their little talks because I also found it interesting. (Who wouldn't?)

From them I've heard the name Maria Ozawa, Maricar Reyes, Katrina Halili, and other porn stars whom I rarely hear now, and all I did was to listen with their talking. I could not imagine that as young as they were they already knew so much about these things. And I said to myself "I'm not like this when I was their age."

Then, I asked them to send me a nude video thru Bluetooth, perhaps just a sample of what they have because I don't have plans of keeping any. To my surprise, one of them has 85 nude  videos in his phone memory, and I said "Shit!"

Since I am the oldest of them five, I told them that in college, when they will have girlfriends, they will want to have sex. That's for sure. It is good, who would'nt want to have sex with your girlfriend?, I told them.

But once you get what you want, once the pleasure of the flesh has been sufficed, the relationship will likely lose its direction of growing to a much deeper sense of friendship, a deeper interconnection between you two.

I told them to love their girlfriends and respect them as well. I know what I'm saying, and I am saying this because I've been there.

Women are definitely the weakness of men. And they are the species that we want to taste but will never get enough with. But I told them, "What if your girlfriend is really beautiful, and then the urge is there. You need to control it. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to walk beside the most beautiful woman in your eyes, hold her hand, kiss her, without going beyond the limit of intimacy? think about it. It's really great that way. Romantic yet sensitive; sweet yet not too intimate."

Perhaps I've learn a lot from my previous relationships. And poop! why's it that I'm still single? :P

The Entries that turned Yucky!

One late afternoon, I mean now of the a while ago (makes sense?), I  was reading updated blog entries of my co-bloggers here in blogger and in WP when suddenly a friend of mine... wait, I guess I miss some parts about the proper story... Let me think...  REWIND

Here we go, I just finished eating my lunch a while ago, (I don't think I can call that lunch because all I had was fork, not pork) and my friend Lycel called my name. She wanted me to see something on the computer interface, yes the monitor of course.

Little of the knowing she was reading some of my previous, old and rotten, blog entries here in blogger. To be specific, she was reading my entries during the time I still had my former illegal wife.

And I smiled at first, but later on, as she kept on reading some lines, I realized that she was teasing me because of the corny lines I wrote in those posts. And I just said "eewwwwww", and I wanted to tell them that I don't like the entries anymore, (Yes, them because another friend of mine came in and read the entries. There were two of them already and all I did was to smile), 

But the truth is that, I feel disgust and  'ewwneness' about the things I wrote.

Those entries are just so 'hopeless romantic' and it does not fit me anymore. :P

The writer is the artist himself

Schools days are here again, and just the thought of it makes my stomach hurt. Obviously, it did because just a while ago I had LPM (Low Poopoo Movement) and I need to ask one my staffers to guard the Comfort Room's door because it is not working and I was afraid that someone might get in and see my Poo Poo going out.

The bad thing about school days is that, WORK IS ON. And I need to double time my working, that includes studying and editing/writing articles for the weekly paper. Studying? Yeah, right. Aside from having dates with Angle Locsin, Marian Rivera, and Tomb Raider's Lara Craft? I need to study a bit to pass my subjects. JUST TO PASS MY SUBJECTS because I have no plans of wearing latin honors medals voodoo bling blings in my neck during graduation.

Again, I am writing/editing for a weekly student publication, that's one of the three weekly student publication here in the Philippines (Philippine Collegian of the University of the Philippines, The Weekly Sillimanian of Silliman University, and The NORSUnian of the Negros Oriental State University. Wooohh!!! We Rock! and we also have a magazine, a literary folio, and an art folio, what else?)  

And just like what a friend of mine, who is working as an editor at Thomson Reuters, wrote in one of his blog entries: "The good thing about being and editor is that you get to have the chance of discovering new talents."

And I am hoping, that sooner or later, perhaps within the next few months, I will be able to discover new talents. I am very much excited to meet new staffers who will become good features writers.

Why I am saying this? prominent writers always say that good writers are features writers. All journalists can write News article but not features. Writing this one requires a wide range of vocabulary, creative imagination, and style.

Moreover, features writer are more likely to become good creative writers.

Features Writers/Creative Writers are ARTIST in the making.

The writer is the artist himself.

Kuto sa Lupa, at Exposure

Dahil wala akong gustong sabihin at dahil di ngayon gumagana ng tama ang utak ko ay asahan niyong wala kayong mababasang tama sa isusulat ko dito sa entry nato.

Na.enrol na ako. Sa wakas! Ilang araw din akong naka-upo at natutulog dito sa opisina habang hinihintay na yung mga papeles ko mismo ang maglakad patungong registrar para asikasuhin ang mga sarili nila. Pero malabo atang mangyari yun.

Napagtanto kung dapat na akong kumilos. Sayang naman ang paghihirap ng Nanay kung di ako mag-enrol. Malaking bagay para sakin ang enrollment, maliban nalang sa pagpasok sa klase.

Maliban sa enrollment ay aasahan ko na ako ay magiging pulgas sa mga taong di ako gusto. Magiging salot ako hanggang sila na mismo ang tumigil sa kaiisip sa akin. Magiging maanghang na sili ako sa mga singit nila.

May mga taong sadyang insecure. At ang tawag sa kanila ay mga BAKLA. Yung tipong gumagamit ng GLUTATHIONE para lang pumuti ang balat (HOPELESS). Yung tipong gagawin ang lahat para lang magmukhang korean (KAWAWA). Yung tipong tinatawag ang sarili nila na writer pero hindi naman marunong magsulat o mag-edit (Nakakahiya).

At ito pa, yung umaastang may gustong babae pero ang totoo ay lalaki naman talaga ang trip. Ano ba, ba't ang daming ganito sa mundo? buti nalang di ko kailangang bumili ng mga ka-cheapang MADE IN CHINA na mga damit para magmukhang katawa-tawang pulubi.

Pero natutuwa ako sa mga taong hunghang na katulad nila.

Pag may galit sakin. Nakakatuwa. Ang sarap ng feeling na alam mong may galit sayo kahit wala ka pang ginagawa. Ibig sabihin artistahin ka talaga. :P Kailangan ko na ata ng exposure oh.

Ang Diva ng Robinson

(She thought I was taking a picture of her, when after all it was a video.)

Ending the summer vacation with a karaoke session at World of Fun.

Bored again for the nth time around, me and my ugly friend, who can be seen in the video above this entry, went  anywhere just to make this recently concluded summer worthwhile.

My reason of posting this video is not because her video is worth posting here (HAHA), I'm just so tired right now that I can hardly type something here on the keyboard. I feel so "I don't know". Aside from the fact that I'm not yet enrolled, I just feel so bad that I want to eat anything, ANYTHING that is edible.

She, I think, is also edible because her arms are fleshy, so as her cheeks. Every time I look at her cheeks, I can sense Pork Chop, Hotdog Bun, or just simply burger patty.

Ang Taong Shit!

Paano ba  sapakin ang isang taong walang ginawa kundi gawing miserable ang buhay ng kapwa nya tao?

Sa totoo, di ginawa ng taong to na miserable ang buhay ko. Dahil yun ang palagi kong ginagawa sa buhay niya. Pero pagnaaamoy ko siya sa paligid, ang baho! Pag nakikita ko pagmumukha niya, ang laswa!

Gusto kong bitayin ang leeg niya sa simbahan.

Pisikan ng holy water ang kanyang pagmumukha.

Imudmud sa dumi ng kalabaw ang kanyang mukha.

Sapakin at bugbugin, balian ng buto ang kanyang katawan.

Gusto kong itapon siya sa dagat at kainin ng mga pating.

Gusto kong sunugin siya gamit ang Casino Rubbing alcohol.

Gusto kong lunurin siya sa Jonhson's baby powder at nang di na makahinga.

Gusto kong kulayan ng artwork pagmumukha niya para naman magmukhang ABSTRACT.

Gusto kong pakainin siya ng isang sakong sili.

Gusto kong ilagay siya sa sako at itapon sa CITY GARBAGE TRUCK.

Ang dami daming bagay na akong naiisip kung ano ang mabisang paraan ng kanyang pagkawala dito sa mundo at masunog siya sa impyerno. At minsan ay naisip ko rin na ako nalang sana ang Game Master ng The Saw at siya nalang ang paglalaruan ko. Ganung ganun din ang gusto kong hitsura ng kanyang pagkawala.