Entries for February, 2005
February 6, 2005 @ 03:06 AM
The Dawn of my Blogging (literally!)
Posted by baboysai
hahahaha. Never in my life (until this point) have i considered blogging... well no. I lied. Actually the first time blogs dawned i thought about it. Never pushing through. So why and why now?
Maybe I'll see the world in a new light, ne? how... profound. Maybe I'll recieve flames from people who bothered to waste their time to vent their annoyance, maybe caused by my senseless stuff here. That would be interesting... I've never been flamed before. Maybe I could vent my anger here, throw it off to cyberspace... yeah that would be good. That way it wouldn't really explode on anything, except that people who care to read might find it offending and flame me, and everything would be going in circles... I'm saying things over and over again.
Would people care? Would people care if i saw differently through time with the help of this blogging thing? (wait, it's funny how i state that blogging can be a factor to my growth and wellbeing, huh?)
What contribution to society would i be making if i continued this blog? I am in search of a meaning... to this blogging thing. Exploring the possibilities. Who knows? I might just become Hart Evanghelista.
Maroon 5's "Closer"
Such bad language, but I found myself in a trance listening to the music. Like some person said (I don't remember the name, it might not be important anyway), one of the greatest songs ever written...
Really now? well, the score is great... i love the mixtures.
bongos and piano combined (astig), and a guitar for the rythm... well written, i'd say so myself.
(bongos tuk tak tuk tak...)
(enter guitars tung tang tung tang...)
you let me violate you
you let me desecrate you
you let me complicate you
you late me penetrate you
(bandmates go help me)
help me, torn apart, my insides
help me, got no soul to sell
help me, only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself
(start strumming baby! cool! F Bb B)
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
i wanna feel you from the inside
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you bring me closer to god (piano hits the high keys... tininining ting ting...) (lose the guitar)
(resume everything)
you can't help my isolation
you can't help the hate that it brings
you can't help my absence of faith
you can't help my everything
help me, turn on my reason
help me, your sex i can smell
help me, you make me perfect yeah
help me think i'm somebody else
(bang! strum! jam!)
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
i wanna feel you from the inside
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you bring me closer to god
(piano ting ting tiing ting) (bongo background)
(guitars go che je je jenk with the piano bang bang)
(guitars go tununung cool riff)
(guitarman feels it and starts strumming louder and louder till bam!)
(piano get's more complicated and piano dies)
hahahaha. Never in my life (until this point) have i considered blogging... well no. I lied. Actually the first time blogs dawned i thought about it. Never pushing through. So why and why now?
Maybe I'll see the world in a new light, ne? how... profound. Maybe I'll recieve flames from people who bothered to waste their time to vent their annoyance, maybe caused by my senseless stuff here. That would be interesting... I've never been flamed before. Maybe I could vent my anger here, throw it off to cyberspace... yeah that would be good. That way it wouldn't really explode on anything, except that people who care to read might find it offending and flame me, and everything would be going in circles... I'm saying things over and over again.
Would people care? Would people care if i saw differently through time with the help of this blogging thing? (wait, it's funny how i state that blogging can be a factor to my growth and wellbeing, huh?)
What contribution to society would i be making if i continued this blog? I am in search of a meaning... to this blogging thing. Exploring the possibilities. Who knows? I might just become Hart Evanghelista.
Baboysai listens to maroon 5- closer (you bring me closer to god)
THE END. Baboysai is freaked at her own self.
February 6, 2005 @ 11:31 AM
Glued to
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Reviews
Maroon 5's "Closer"
Such bad language, but I found myself in a trance listening to the music. Like some person said (I don't remember the name, it might not be important anyway), one of the greatest songs ever written...
Really now? well, the score is great... i love the mixtures.
bongos and piano combined (astig), and a guitar for the rythm... well written, i'd say so myself. (bongos tuk tak tuk tak...)(enter guitars tung tang tung tang...)
you let me violate you
you let me desecrate you
you let me complicate you
you late me penetrate you
(bandmates go help me)
help me, torn apart, my insides
help me, got no soul to sell
help me, only thing that works for me
help me get away from myself
(start strumming baby! cool! F Bb B)
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
i wanna feel you from the inside
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you bring me closer to god (piano hits the high keys... tininining ting ting...) (lose the guitar)
(resume everything)
you can't help my isolation
you can't help the hate that it brings
you can't help my absence of faith
you can't help my everything
help me, turn on my reason
help me, your sex i can smell
help me, you make me perfect yeah
help me think i'm somebody else
(bang! strum! jam!)
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
i wanna feel you from the inside
i wanna f*ck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you bring me closer to god
(piano ting ting tiing ting) (bongo background)
(guitars go che je je jenk with the piano bang bang)
(guitars go tununung cool riff)
(guitarman feels it and starts strumming louder and louder till bam!)
(piano get's more complicated and piano dies)
Baboysai listens to adik sa maroon5 closer
THE END. Baboysai is like jamming
February 6, 2005 @ 05:45 PM
30 minutes of Model-dom
Posted by baboysai
"May boyfriend ka?! Patingin nman ng pic o.."
"Wala."
"Kahit sa phone?"
"Wala nga sabi."
"bakit wala?"
"Kasi ayaw nyang magbibigay xa at ako hindi."
"E di bigyan mo xa! Un lang pla e.."
"Ayaw ko e"
"Nge. Bakit?"
"Nahihiya ako.."
"E boyfriend m nman un e."
"Gusto ko kc dig cam nlang pra ako at friends ko na mag photoshoot"
"Picturan kita, may cam ako ngaun."
"Ha?" (friend holds up her camera)
"Oh f*ck, naubos ang bat!"
"oh well..."
"Magpapicture ka na kc, bayad ka lang, pose, and send it to him."
"Nahihiya nga ako e.."
"Help me please!"
"Bakit?"
"Nahihiya akong magpastudio... pano kc, si cocoy gusto nya ng pic. Gusto ko nman xang bigyan, nahihiya lang tlaga ako..."
"Ako din e plano kong magpastudio pic kaso hiya din ako.."
"Tara pastudio tayo... haha. Pareho pla tayo e"
"Ang mahal! At isang set lang."
"E may dala dala p nman tayong damit di nman pla tayo mkkpag palit."
"di ako makapili sa dinala ko."
"Maghubad nlang tayo, i mean ung drapes thing lang..."
"kaya mo un?"
"putcha we paid 350 for this thing, at least mkapag semi-nude lang nman tayo.."
"Pag pumasok tayo wala nang back out ha"
"Yeah no backing out..."
In fairness kahit nahiya ako, natuwa nman ako... di ako marunong magsmile, kya tiger look nlang daw...
ano yun?
1. "Mam ung parang kakainin mo ako... ung seductive"
2. "Mam ano po ba kasi ung concept nyo?"
3. "Mam ano po ung gusto nyong resulta?"
4. "Mam wag po kayong mahiyang magproject"
5. "Mam wag kayong gumalaw, steady lang steady!"
6. "Mam mukhang mahihirapan tayo jan..."
etc etc etc. Hirap pla maging model. Can't wait to see the results of this horror...
After one week...
It's 12:33, technically 2 days to the deadline... Damn Blog! Adik na ako sa yo! Huway??
I'm still not doing my design plate. It's not just one 20x30 sheet, it's always more. Fit in a 1:100 scale of two floor plans 36 long maximum, 4 elevations (circular ones at that!! gaahh the pains on not designing a simple square!) a perspective (which I'm so not good at!), a roof plan 1:200, and a site development plan 1:500. Details and furniture layout included. Damn Damn Damn!
I was supposed to start working on this plate two days ago. That was a friday night... who wanted to work on a friday night? Jed? (Peace man.
) Okay fine saturday night then... Damn Blog hosts kept me looking all night till morning till i found a decent one! (ha? tabulas ba kamo?) Fine Sunday night... But if you were awake till 4 am and went on a backbreaking photoshoot (which drained all my money!) wouldn't you feel tired too? 
But then you know, I'm still awake at this hour. I should've done my plate then...
Well the plate's not a problem if it weren't for this Physics exam that I know I won't be enjoying....
It's hopeless! I'd celebrate if i got a tres at this one! Talagang magshashopping akoh! Not only Physics, but the day after that (which is the same day as the deadline), I have another exam in Materials. I just hope I can keep everything in my head.
The Baboysai Brain just might overload... I wonder if that's possible. Overwhelmed with information. Until it all pops and everything flies out of it and you become this dumb ass with zero intelligence. An Airhead.
Conclusion: Don't underestimate Airheads. At some point they absorbed information to the maximum.
But then again, go ahead. They don't hold any of it already. And you know more than they do. haha.
------------Reality Check---------
I'm enjoying this too much. Damn Blog! It's not just one 20x30 sheet man. And I'm off to die.
"May boyfriend ka?! Patingin nman ng pic o.."
"Wala."
"Kahit sa phone?"
"Wala nga sabi."
"bakit wala?"
"Kasi ayaw nyang magbibigay xa at ako hindi."
"E di bigyan mo xa! Un lang pla e.."
"Ayaw ko e"
"Nge. Bakit?"
"Nahihiya ako.."
"E boyfriend m nman un e."
"Gusto ko kc dig cam nlang pra ako at friends ko na mag photoshoot"
"Picturan kita, may cam ako ngaun."
"Ha?" (friend holds up her camera)
"Oh f*ck, naubos ang bat!"
"oh well..."
"Magpapicture ka na kc, bayad ka lang, pose, and send it to him."
"Nahihiya nga ako e.."
"Help me please!"
"Bakit?"
"Nahihiya akong magpastudio... pano kc, si cocoy gusto nya ng pic. Gusto ko nman xang bigyan, nahihiya lang tlaga ako..."
"Ako din e plano kong magpastudio pic kaso hiya din ako.."
"Tara pastudio tayo... haha. Pareho pla tayo e"
"Ang mahal! At isang set lang."
"E may dala dala p nman tayong damit di nman pla tayo mkkpag palit."
"di ako makapili sa dinala ko."
"Maghubad nlang tayo, i mean ung drapes thing lang..."
"kaya mo un?"
"putcha we paid 350 for this thing, at least mkapag semi-nude lang nman tayo.."
"Pag pumasok tayo wala nang back out ha"
"Yeah no backing out..."
In fairness kahit nahiya ako, natuwa nman ako... di ako marunong magsmile, kya tiger look nlang daw...
ano yun?1. "Mam ung parang kakainin mo ako... ung seductive"
2. "Mam ano po ba kasi ung concept nyo?"
3. "Mam ano po ung gusto nyong resulta?"
4. "Mam wag po kayong mahiyang magproject"
5. "Mam wag kayong gumalaw, steady lang steady!"
6. "Mam mukhang mahihirapan tayo jan..."
etc etc etc. Hirap pla maging model. Can't wait to see the results of this horror...
After one week...
Baboysai listens to Soul coughing- walk around in circles
THE END. Baboysai is tired
February 7, 2005 @ 12:42 AM
It's not just one 20"x30" sheet man.
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
It's 12:33, technically 2 days to the deadline... Damn Blog! Adik na ako sa yo! Huway??
I'm still not doing my design plate. It's not just one 20x30 sheet, it's always more. Fit in a 1:100 scale of two floor plans 36 long maximum, 4 elevations (circular ones at that!! gaahh the pains on not designing a simple square!) a perspective (which I'm so not good at!), a roof plan 1:200, and a site development plan 1:500. Details and furniture layout included. Damn Damn Damn!
I was supposed to start working on this plate two days ago. That was a friday night... who wanted to work on a friday night? Jed? (Peace man.
) Okay fine saturday night then... Damn Blog hosts kept me looking all night till morning till i found a decent one! (ha? tabulas ba kamo?) Fine Sunday night... But if you were awake till 4 am and went on a backbreaking photoshoot (which drained all my money!) wouldn't you feel tired too? But then you know, I'm still awake at this hour. I should've done my plate then... Well the plate's not a problem if it weren't for this Physics exam that I know I won't be enjoying....
It's hopeless! I'd celebrate if i got a tres at this one! Talagang magshashopping akoh! Not only Physics, but the day after that (which is the same day as the deadline), I have another exam in Materials. I just hope I can keep everything in my head.The Baboysai Brain just might overload... I wonder if that's possible. Overwhelmed with information. Until it all pops and everything flies out of it and you become this dumb ass with zero intelligence. An Airhead.
Conclusion: Don't underestimate Airheads. At some point they absorbed information to the maximum.
But then again, go ahead. They don't hold any of it already. And you know more than they do. haha.
------------Reality Check---------
I'm enjoying this too much. Damn Blog! It's not just one 20x30 sheet man. And I'm off to die.
THE END. Baboysai is distracted
February 7, 2005 @ 06:01 PM
And Then She Was Gone Again
Posted by baboysai
I miss Jenny. It's been a long time since I held her close to me, even touch her. It's been a long time since I heard her sing. It's been a long long time.
Jenny is a light in my life. Jenny makes me happy. My days are not days and my nights are not nights without Jenny, greeting me everytime I see her, longing to be loved and held close to me.
How long has it been, Jenny? I cannot count the days, nor the hours, that I've longed for Jenny's company. Too many times have I heard songs I've longed to hear, I'd have made music with her. Without Jenny my hours are a monotony.
My being aches without Jenny. How I long to see Jenny again. How I long to smell her swet scent of pine and honey. How I long to feel her with my fingers again, my skin pressed hard against hers. Come to think of it, I haven't kissed Jenny before.
Then I see her, right in front of me. And I am overwhelmed with happiness and a longing that could finally be quited. I am too happy, that I could not lay a finger on her. I could not utter a single word. And she was gone again.
This is record time. I've never crammed like this before. Like it's the end of the world. But then again, if i really thought it was the end of the world if i didn't finish this, i would've done it properly, meticulously, like every single detail counted. Well maybe because I know it's not the end of the world.
Gaaah!
come again? Not the end of the world? You flunk this plate and you're a goner baby! You can't go backtracking your design subjects just because you allowed to miss a deadline! You wanna die?
Yes, please. Can I? Just for one day, that I might have an excuse. Sir I died for a day, doesn't that diminish my capacity to finish the plate on time?
But really, I was being stupid. I had a looooong weekend and I was down on my ass typing away happily on this damn blog like nothing's gonna happen, like there are no exams that might prevent me from completing this project. Damn Blog!
Breathe in. Breathe out. *sigh* Life's a bitch, but you love her anyway (Courtesy of David Ty). This damn project's killing me, but I love it. And I can't afford to become a failure because of this. Me? failed to submit a plate? I, a queen of this art (cramming, that is), failed? Nah. Not possible.
Accepting the hard truth is such a pain in the ass. Like something's stuck there and you have to breathe deep to force it out.
And the truth creeps in slowly like a poison. That I may finish the project but I'm gonna really f*ck up the exams in between. That I may finish the project but I'd have to forget the bliss I find in sleep for a few 47 hours. That it just might be the end of the world for me until I finish this damn plate. 
After two straight days of working on a plate and trying to absorb the logics of Physics and Arch 23 (thanks to foom and randell it was possible in two days
), it was time to have some fun...
I know i probably didn't deserve it because I stretched my limits. But then again, nobody should be deprived of a good drink, especially when the hell days have already passed. It was time to drink and get trashed.
. Let's all be happy! With two bottles of Tanduay, and throw in some dalandan soda you got your Tandwix (tanduay mix).
Ready...
Set...
...
.
hahahahaha. And life's all good. The thing about drinking is, when you wake up after you got all woozy and numb, all the pains and the harsh realities of life drown you and twist your guts till you throw up. And you get a splitting, throbbing headache. But you had a good time anyway.
DINNER:
Mix Century tuna flakes, parsley, onions, chili, skyflakes. Stir-fry cauliflowers with Star margarine and a little water and chili. Get some GSM Blue and pine apple juice (particularly Del Monte) for a sweet intoxicating taste to the palate. Enjoy.
MIDNIGHT SNACK:
Mix Century Tuna Flakes in oil and Del Monte Pineapple tidbits, and a generous amount of onions and spices. Enjoy.
POST-MIDNIGHT SNACK:
Put 4 onions and Del Monte Pineapple chunks in a blender and push the "chop" button (which makes no sense anyway since it'll become one wet mesh in the end). Blend to the mesh of your choice. Put in a big mixing bowl. Add Century Tuna Flakes in oil and mix. Add a generous amount of Best Foods Mayonnaise and Skyflakes. Rinse blender and put in three packs of San Mig coffee, ice cubes, water, sugar, and a bottle of Vodka Mocha Mudshake. Blend to desired state. Enjoy.
After the coffee blend has been consumed, reach for the Vodka Blueberry Tropics and pour into the blender. Add a big chunk of ice. It adds to the experience of ice smashing on your plastic cup and dropping to the floor. (Note: If ice is scarce, put ice back in the drink) No need to blend. Enjoy.
If the Vodka Blueberry has been finished, reach for the Vodka Guava Tropics and pour into the blender and add another big chunk of ice. Enjoy.
WAITING FOR THE SUN TO COME UP:
Blend 3 packs of SanMig coffee, ice, sugar, water, and Vodka Chocolate Mudshake. Enjoy.
BREAKFAST (the morning after):
Put Tuna flakes in brine and a little oil on your plate, and eat with rice and peas. Enjoy?
I miss Jenny. It's been a long time since I held her close to me, even touch her. It's been a long time since I heard her sing. It's been a long long time.
Jenny is a light in my life. Jenny makes me happy. My days are not days and my nights are not nights without Jenny, greeting me everytime I see her, longing to be loved and held close to me.
How long has it been, Jenny? I cannot count the days, nor the hours, that I've longed for Jenny's company. Too many times have I heard songs I've longed to hear, I'd have made music with her. Without Jenny my hours are a monotony.
My being aches without Jenny. How I long to see Jenny again. How I long to smell her swet scent of pine and honey. How I long to feel her with my fingers again, my skin pressed hard against hers. Come to think of it, I haven't kissed Jenny before.
Then I see her, right in front of me. And I am overwhelmed with happiness and a longing that could finally be quited. I am too happy, that I could not lay a finger on her. I could not utter a single word. And she was gone again.
February 8, 2005 @ 01:02 PM
The End of the World
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
This is record time. I've never crammed like this before. Like it's the end of the world. But then again, if i really thought it was the end of the world if i didn't finish this, i would've done it properly, meticulously, like every single detail counted. Well maybe because I know it's not the end of the world.
Gaaah!
come again? Not the end of the world? You flunk this plate and you're a goner baby! You can't go backtracking your design subjects just because you allowed to miss a deadline! You wanna die? Yes, please. Can I? Just for one day, that I might have an excuse. Sir I died for a day, doesn't that diminish my capacity to finish the plate on time?
But really, I was being stupid. I had a looooong weekend and I was down on my ass typing away happily on this damn blog like nothing's gonna happen, like there are no exams that might prevent me from completing this project. Damn Blog!
Breathe in. Breathe out. *sigh*
Life's a bitch, but you love her anyway (Courtesy of David Ty). This damn project's killing me, but I love it. And I can't afford to become a failure because of this. Me? failed to submit a plate? I, a queen of this art (cramming, that is), failed? Nah. Not possible. Accepting the hard truth is such a pain in the ass. Like something's stuck there and you have to breathe deep to force it out.
And the truth creeps in slowly like a poison. That I may finish the project but I'm gonna really f*ck up the exams in between. That I may finish the project but I'd have to forget the bliss I find in sleep for a few 47 hours. That it just might be the end of the world for me until I finish this damn plate.
Baboysai listens to time ticking
THE END. Baboysai is f*cked up
February 11, 2005 @ 04:56 PM
Drink, Drink, and Get a Headache
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Works
After two straight days of working on a plate and trying to absorb the logics of Physics and Arch 23 (thanks to foom and randell it was possible in two days
), it was time to have some fun...I know i probably didn't deserve it because I stretched my limits. But then again, nobody should be deprived of a good drink, especially when the hell days have already passed. It was time to drink and get trashed.
. Let's all be happy! With two bottles of Tanduay, and throw in some dalandan soda you got your Tandwix (tanduay mix).Ready...
Set...
...
.
hahahahaha. And life's all good. The thing about drinking is, when you wake up after you got all woozy and numb, all the pains and the harsh realities of life drown you and twist your guts till you throw up. And you get a splitting, throbbing headache. But you had a good time anyway.
THE END. Baboysai is sick in the stomach
February 12, 2005 @ 07:24 AM
The Tuna-Vodka Overdose
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Works
DINNER:
Mix Century tuna flakes, parsley, onions, chili, skyflakes. Stir-fry cauliflowers with Star margarine and a little water and chili. Get some GSM Blue and pine apple juice (particularly Del Monte) for a sweet intoxicating taste to the palate. Enjoy.
MIDNIGHT SNACK:
Mix Century Tuna Flakes in oil and Del Monte Pineapple tidbits, and a generous amount of onions and spices. Enjoy.
POST-MIDNIGHT SNACK:
Put 4 onions and Del Monte Pineapple chunks in a blender and push the "chop" button (which makes no sense anyway since it'll become one wet mesh in the end). Blend to the mesh of your choice. Put in a big mixing bowl. Add Century Tuna Flakes in oil and mix. Add a generous amount of Best Foods Mayonnaise and Skyflakes. Rinse blender and put in three packs of San Mig coffee, ice cubes, water, sugar, and a bottle of Vodka Mocha Mudshake. Blend to desired state. Enjoy.
After the coffee blend has been consumed, reach for the Vodka Blueberry Tropics and pour into the blender. Add a big chunk of ice. It adds to the experience of ice smashing on your plastic cup and dropping to the floor. (Note: If ice is scarce, put ice back in the drink) No need to blend. Enjoy.
If the Vodka Blueberry has been finished, reach for the Vodka Guava Tropics and pour into the blender and add another big chunk of ice. Enjoy.
WAITING FOR THE SUN TO COME UP:
Blend 3 packs of SanMig coffee, ice, sugar, water, and Vodka Chocolate Mudshake. Enjoy.
BREAKFAST (the morning after):
Put Tuna flakes in brine and a little oil on your plate, and eat with rice and peas. Enjoy?
February 13, 2005 @ 08:41 PM
3 Valentines Ago
Posted by baboysai
3 Valentines ago, I received three fake roses, a heart-shaped box of ferrero rocher, and a letter in MS Word format, stored in a crappy viral diskette, all in a white paperbag with little red hearts.
2 Valentines ago, I don't remember. Perhaps my brain chose not to. Maybe something not so good happened, that I didn't care if I remembered or not. Or something.
1 Valentine ago, I spent it with my loveless friends, planning to kiss a stranger we'd meet at the UP fair, or get so drunk and ask a guy if he wanted a BJ in a slurred voice... and then if he'd ask "what?" (clearly enjoying the night for a split second) I'd say "I meant do you want to be a VJ". haha. Laugh trip.
This Valentine, what could possibly happen?
Abangan!
3 Valentines ago, I received three fake roses, a heart-shaped box of ferrero rocher, and a letter in MS Word format, stored in a crappy viral diskette, all in a white paperbag with little red hearts.
2 Valentines ago, I don't remember. Perhaps my brain chose not to. Maybe something not so good happened, that I didn't care if I remembered or not. Or something.
1 Valentine ago, I spent it with my loveless friends, planning to kiss a stranger we'd meet at the UP fair, or get so drunk and ask a guy if he wanted a BJ in a slurred voice... and then if he'd ask "what?" (clearly enjoying the night for a split second) I'd say "I meant do you want to be a VJ". haha. Laugh trip.
This Valentine, what could possibly happen?
Abangan!
THE END. Baboysai is tired
February 15, 2005 @ 12:51 AM
My February 14th of 2005...
Posted by baboysai
Nothing really happened to my Valentine's day last year... Yeah we did plan all that crazy stuff. But nothing got realized. First, we didn't have the guts to kiss any cute guy, mainly and honestly because... we were virgin kissers that time. And two, we couldn't really approach a guy and ask if he wanted a BJ, even if we planned to take it back afterward. Nothing happened, okay? What we thought of to lift us up from this loveless life was to just send each other roses and pretend we didn't know who sent them. I forgot what we really did to comfort our loveless night.
This year, a few hours ago, I dressed up in a cute (subjective but this is my blog so back off) blouse that I wore mainly because it was so damn hot and stuffy I had to bare some skin, and because it was Valentine's day today I had to look pretty (subjective n nman but who cares?) and blooming, because even if I didn't have a date, at least I felt beautiful and feel happy.
My Arkaira orgmates delivered to me a huge red rose, and some freaky card that creeped me out or something. I don't wanna mention it here... Really I don't have a right to assume. That's just a bad trip that leads to so many surprises and disappointments, so ignorance is always bliss, and the safest way to go about it.
I had a previous engagement by the way, to go with a friend of mine to this restaurant we've both never been before, and he sorta wanted to... I dunno, celebrate? or lift up his mood about something depressing? or some other strange reason. Basta, we set for tonight, a dinner at Chateau Verde in UP.
He was really f*cked up about something i had no idea about... (well i had, but just a teeny weeny bit) and he wasn't enjoying. But I do hope I cheered him up even a small bit. It was good to see him smile for a time and know that he kinda forgot he wanted to kill somebody..
So that's my Valentine's day this year. Wasn't so bad, really. It was somehow good to give him company for a time, though he paid for my dinner and it wasn't cheap..
So all in all today made me smile. At least.
I am poor. I have no money. My possessions are of little value. I am poor.
How did this happen??? Did I think money would just apear out of nowhere and fill my pockets? um... yes. haha.
I knew it was coming. I knew I was spending too much, and on stuff I didn't really need, nor benefited from. Nonstop squandering... until I checked my atm card...
P48.75...
To think it's still half of the month... and I'm broke. I'm broke. I'm poor. I'm a pauper...
Nothing really happened to my Valentine's day last year... Yeah we did plan all that crazy stuff. But nothing got realized. First, we didn't have the guts to kiss any cute guy, mainly and honestly because... we were virgin kissers that time. And two, we couldn't really approach a guy and ask if he wanted a BJ, even if we planned to take it back afterward. Nothing happened, okay? What we thought of to lift us up from this loveless life was to just send each other roses and pretend we didn't know who sent them. I forgot what we really did to comfort our loveless night.
This year, a few hours ago, I dressed up in a cute (subjective but this is my blog so back off) blouse that I wore mainly because it was so damn hot and stuffy I had to bare some skin, and because it was Valentine's day today I had to look pretty (subjective n nman but who cares?) and blooming, because even if I didn't have a date, at least I felt beautiful and feel happy.
My Arkaira orgmates delivered to me a huge red rose, and some freaky card that creeped me out or something. I don't wanna mention it here... Really I don't have a right to assume. That's just a bad trip that leads to so many surprises and disappointments, so ignorance is always bliss, and the safest way to go about it.
I had a previous engagement by the way, to go with a friend of mine to this restaurant we've both never been before, and he sorta wanted to... I dunno, celebrate? or lift up his mood about something depressing? or some other strange reason. Basta, we set for tonight, a dinner at Chateau Verde in UP.
He was really f*cked up about something i had no idea about... (well i had, but just a teeny weeny bit) and he wasn't enjoying. But I do hope I cheered him up even a small bit. It was good to see him smile for a time and know that he kinda forgot he wanted to kill somebody..
So that's my Valentine's day this year. Wasn't so bad, really. It was somehow good to give him company for a time, though he paid for my dinner and it wasn't cheap..
So all in all today made me smile. At least.
Baboysai listens to Sugarfree sa UP fair echoes...
THE END. Baboysai is inggit sa fair...
February 15, 2005 @ 07:51 PM
A Pauper
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
I am poor. I have no money. My possessions are of little value. I am poor.
How did this happen???
Did I think money would just apear out of nowhere and fill my pockets? um... yes. haha. I knew it was coming. I knew I was spending too much, and on stuff I didn't really need, nor benefited from. Nonstop squandering... until I checked my atm card...
P48.75...
To think it's still half of the month... and I'm broke. I'm broke. I'm poor. I'm a pauper...
THE END. Baboysai is poor
February 19, 2005 @ 02:36 PM
The After-Effects of Not Sleeping
Posted by baboysai
The UP fair... a glorious event whose effects creep like a poison, instead of like an explosion that starts and ends in one big bang...
That slowly drains your energy instead of killing you instantly.
That exams constantly interrupt your wicked partying.
What is my response to this? What does Baboysai do?
1. She goes to the fair, unaware-yet-aware of the surprises and consequences that lie beneath.
2. She enjoys the ride at the "Octopus".
2. She goes to the fair though she doesn't feel well, encourages her own demise and ends up with a fever.
3. She goes to the fair depriving her of sleep, and causes her not to study for her exam in Math 54.
a. Therefore she does not take the exam.
b. She stays home the whole day for a DVD marathon of movies she's already seen before instead of attending all her classes for that day.
4. Yet she goes to the fair again and dares for another ride at the "Octopus" where she gets nauseous for two hours after.
And yet... it's all grand, the fair. Grand.
Ansaya ng buhay estudyante:
1. tulog
2. gising 15 min before class
3. decide na wag nlang pumasok kc... late na e, nakakatamad na.
4. net nalang kaya, no?
5. ansaya mag download ng mp3! hm... what if hindi na rin pumasok sa next class? mabibitin dito e. Sabihin nlang sa prof na indecisive about dropping pro finally decided na di pla iddrop.. maawa kya un?
6. Tae
7. hmm... surf sa net.
8. basa ng boring posts sa friendster
9. blog
10. shit gagamitin ng roommate ang pc
11. cge cge
12. haha
13. hahahahaha
14. woooowiieeee!
15. Life is good.
The UP fair... a glorious event whose effects creep like a poison, instead of like an explosion that starts and ends in one big bang...
That slowly drains your energy instead of killing you instantly.
That exams constantly interrupt your wicked partying.
What is my response to this? What does Baboysai do?
1. She goes to the fair, unaware-yet-aware of the surprises and consequences that lie beneath.
2. She enjoys the ride at the "Octopus".
2. She goes to the fair though she doesn't feel well, encourages her own demise and ends up with a fever.
3. She goes to the fair depriving her of sleep
, and causes her not to study for her exam in Math 54. a. Therefore she does not take the exam.
b. She stays home the whole day for a DVD marathon of movies she's already seen before
instead of attending all her classes for that day. 4. Yet she goes to the fair again and dares for another ride at the "Octopus" where she gets nauseous for two hours after.
And yet... it's all grand, the fair. Grand.
THE END. Baboysai is tired to death
February 21, 2005 @ 11:47 AM
Enjoying Life... TOO MUCH?
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Works
Ansaya ng buhay estudyante:
1. tulog
2. gising 15 min before class
3. decide na wag nlang pumasok kc... late na e, nakakatamad na.
4. net nalang kaya, no?
5. ansaya mag download ng mp3! hm... what if hindi na rin pumasok sa next class? mabibitin dito e. Sabihin nlang sa prof na indecisive about dropping pro finally decided na di pla iddrop.. maawa kya un?
6. Tae
7. hmm... surf sa net.
8. basa ng boring posts sa friendster
9. blog
10. shit gagamitin ng roommate ang pc
11. cge cge
12. haha
13. hahahahaha
14. woooowiieeee!
15. Life is good.
THE END. Baboysai is tinatamad na pumasok...
February 22, 2005 @ 08:06 AM
Struggling for Mediocrity
Posted by baboysai
My roommate once told me about a quote she liked.
"Playing to win and playing not to lose is the difference between success and mediocrity."
I knew what it meant. But I didn't care. Now that i think of it, maybe i should have. Maybe i should.
Life is too easy. And I see people around me, trying hard to get a nice, or decent, or perfect grade at something. Doing their best. And I'm here, doing nothing, making too little effort, enough to pass a subject. When my dad asked me how i did in my exams, i told him i might pass, though the truth was that i didn't take any. He told me i should do my best. Because I wasn't. I wasn't.
So other people are struggling with all they can, the best they have, to become the best they should be. And I'm merely struggling for mediocrity. And I hate it. I've told myself almost everyday before, that i'd never settle for mediocrity. But that's all i'm aiming for at this rate and effort. I'm being stupid. Because I know it. Damn. I hate it, coz i'm forced to do something about it...
I love you Piolo!!!
From atom, i switch to Piolo. From now on, crush ko na rin si Piolo...
One thing about Filipino movies... it's getting better. Not just because of Piolo ha.
hmm....
I love you Piolo!!!!
Dear everybody,
Though I find myself an unkind person a lot of the time, I personally think that I also find it hard to be a bitch, on purpose. I mean, it's hard to be a bitch. I find it really hard.
Especially when you're talking about friends, friends you treat like sisters. Sometimes maybe it just snaps. PMS? Probably. You know, the little things that irritate me again and again, and I want to be a bitch to tell them to shut the hell up.
Like when we're in a jeepney and they're screaming at each other talking about political issues, and people are looking at us. I mean, what's the big deal? Yeah yeah you've got your own opinions. But can we please not discuss it here where people are stressed from the pollution? I mean, there's enough noise pollution around... It's okay to talk about coco diesel or water fuel of some sort, but do you have to raise your voice to that decibel to the point that it rubs again and again in other people's ears and irritate them?
Like when we're in a movie theatre and they talk too much and too loudly that the people at the front had to move to a different seat because they were annoyed? I mean, sure, watyawant kinda life, the "i don't care what people think" kinda perspective is evident in you, but don't you mind etiquette at least? Don't you mind manners and a little consideration for the people sitting at a five-meter radius from you who can here your unwanted comments?
Like when we didn't start the movie and we watched it all over again , and we know the ending, and they talk about the spoilers. I mean, I didn't mind. But then I thought of the people who must have heard them, and I thought about the times that I've heard spoilers from stupid loudmouths at the movies that ruined the whole viewing experience, and I felt irritated for them. Maybe I was thinking too much, and too sensitive of other people when I really shouldn't be.
I was having a hard time being a bitch. I couldn't shut them up at the jeepney. At the movies I tried to shush them when I had the chance, and I guess they must have thought that I was really a bitch. But hey, this is a rare chance. I mean, you snap at me all the time and you're so good at being a natural bitch, I'd like to try that too.
But then you know, these things happen. There are just times in life when you snap, even at the closest people you're with, at the smallest details they make. And another day passes, and you begin to miss them. And go to the movies again. And piss each other off again.
Women. Friendship. Tolerance. And PMS.
I heard Bamboo for the first time. Live. I saw him there, and I decided that he really had this oozing sex appeal. The guitarist was cute. But there was Bamboo. Dancing while he sang. He wasn't cute. "Para siyang baby, or some fetus" my orgmates would say. But this was one guy I knew was as sexy as Brad Pitt if I ever saw him.
Listening to their music made me feel the nostalgia. "Nostalgia? You heard him only once." My roommate said. True. But hearing his voice singing the songs I dreamt with, the songs I heard when I was a kid, I remembered those days when I never even conceived of watching any goddamn concert, when I was a young innocent dancing in the melody.
The whole experience was like a spiritual awakening of some sort, another level of existence. I guess I gave too much credit to the concert, and not think that it was the whole day that contributed to why I felt so high then. Maybe I enjoyed it a lot bacause of the cigarettes I haven't smoked for four months. Maybe I enjoyed it because I could finally scream my heart out of this PMS. Yes, maybe even because of all those.
Well, some things happen for a reason. Bad trip. All to terminate in one big blast of oozing sex appeal, childhood memories, and PMS. Bamboo. One helluva concert.
My roommate once told me about a quote she liked.
"Playing to win and playing not to lose is the difference between success and mediocrity."
I knew what it meant. But I didn't care. Now that i think of it, maybe i should have. Maybe i should.
Life is too easy. And I see people around me, trying hard to get a nice, or decent, or perfect grade at something. Doing their best. And I'm here, doing nothing, making too little effort, enough to pass a subject. When my dad asked me how i did in my exams, i told him i might pass, though the truth was that i didn't take any. He told me i should do my best. Because I wasn't. I wasn't.
So other people are struggling with all they can, the best they have, to become the best they should be. And I'm merely struggling for mediocrity. And I hate it. I've told myself almost everyday before, that i'd never settle for mediocrity. But that's all i'm aiming for at this rate and effort. I'm being stupid. Because I know it. Damn. I hate it, coz i'm forced to do something about it...
THE END. Baboysai is stupid
February 22, 2005 @ 08:51 PM
About a Dreamboy
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Reviews
I love you Piolo!!!
From atom, i switch to Piolo. From now on, crush ko na rin si Piolo...
One thing about Filipino movies... it's getting better. Not just because of Piolo ha.
hmm....
I love you Piolo!!!!
THE END. Baboysai is bitchy
February 22, 2005 @ 09:10 PM
PMS? or just plain Bitchiness?
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Days
Dear everybody,
Though I find myself an unkind person a lot of the time, I personally think that I also find it hard to be a bitch, on purpose. I mean, it's hard to be a bitch. I find it really hard.
Especially when you're talking about friends, friends you treat like sisters. Sometimes maybe it just snaps. PMS? Probably. You know, the little things that irritate me again and again, and I want to be a bitch to tell them to shut the hell up.
Like when we're in a jeepney and they're screaming at each other talking about political issues, and people are looking at us. I mean, what's the big deal? Yeah yeah you've got your own opinions. But can we please not discuss it here where people are stressed from the pollution? I mean, there's enough noise pollution around... It's okay to talk about coco diesel or water fuel of some sort, but do you have to raise your voice to that decibel to the point that it rubs again and again in other people's ears and irritate them?
Like when we're in a movie theatre and they talk too much and too loudly that the people at the front had to move to a different seat because they were annoyed? I mean, sure, watyawant kinda life, the "i don't care what people think" kinda perspective is evident in you, but don't you mind etiquette at least? Don't you mind manners and a little consideration for the people sitting at a five-meter radius from you who can here your unwanted comments?
Like when we didn't start the movie and we watched it all over again , and we know the ending, and they talk about the spoilers. I mean, I didn't mind. But then I thought of the people who must have heard them, and I thought about the times that I've heard spoilers from stupid loudmouths at the movies that ruined the whole viewing experience, and I felt irritated for them. Maybe I was thinking too much, and too sensitive of other people when I really shouldn't be.
I was having a hard time being a bitch. I couldn't shut them up at the jeepney. At the movies I tried to shush them when I had the chance, and I guess they must have thought that I was really a bitch. But hey, this is a rare chance. I mean, you snap at me all the time and you're so good at being a natural bitch, I'd like to try that too.
But then you know, these things happen. There are just times in life when you snap, even at the closest people you're with, at the smallest details they make. And another day passes, and you begin to miss them. And go to the movies again. And piss each other off again.
Women. Friendship. Tolerance. And PMS.
THE END. Baboysai is f*cked up
February 23, 2005 @ 09:35 AM
Bamboo and Nostalgia
Posted by baboysai under Baboysai's Reviews
I heard Bamboo for the first time. Live. I saw him there, and I decided that he really had this oozing sex appeal. The guitarist was cute. But there was Bamboo. Dancing while he sang. He wasn't cute. "Para siyang baby, or some fetus" my orgmates would say. But this was one guy I knew was as sexy as Brad Pitt if I ever saw him.
Listening to their music made me feel the nostalgia. "Nostalgia? You heard him only once." My roommate said. True. But hearing his voice singing the songs I dreamt with, the songs I heard when I was a kid, I remembered those days when I never even conceived of watching any goddamn concert, when I was a young innocent dancing in the melody.
The whole experience was like a spiritual awakening of some sort, another level of existence. I guess I gave too much credit to the concert, and not think that it was the whole day that contributed to why I felt so high then. Maybe I enjoyed it a lot bacause of the cigarettes I haven't smoked for four months. Maybe I enjoyed it because I could finally scream my heart out of this PMS. Yes, maybe even because of all those.
Well, some things happen for a reason. Bad trip. All to terminate in one big blast of oozing sex appeal, childhood memories, and PMS. Bamboo. One helluva concert.
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