I’m still wondering who texted me the other night…weird…who are you…you missed called 2 times i think (midnight)…and before that you sent a message…I was asleep at that time… I tried calling back but the line was already unattended. Is this some kind of prank? Well I’ll try to keep it off my mind…
BTW…I’m currently glued to http://www.upmasscomm.net
so batchmates, blockmates and others who are still not members…log on…:)
Ciao!
Yesterday I was trying to make a song for a friend but in the middle of my writing it turned out to be a protest song… oh well…
Then just this morning I woke up to find a text message thanking all of those who came to the lecture last friday ("Arroyo’s state of war"). Then with that is an invitation to join their org. When my mom asked what it was my mom started lecturing me again about so and so..how she doesn’t want an activist for a daughter…making an example the 2 UP students who are still not found (it has been 1 month). She said how the parents would suffer…and I said, "mas kawawa yung estudyante". Sigh. They will never understand.
People die everyday for other people but those other people don’t even understand what’s happening. For those who still don’t know…the Philippine society is surviving abnormaly. We have no real economy and the political front is in shambles. And people (leftists) are fighting for another kind of democracy. a democracy that will enable us to establish a new society that will benefit everyone. I believe in Chacha but not now. Not with GMA in malacanang and not with the people behind her. If a transitional government intervenes then maybe that is the right time to ammend the constitution.
Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind dying for a cause. At least in the face of death you know that this is for someone else and your life was not wasted as a capitalist. But then I don’t know if all these make sense to YOU.
7-28-06
9:01 pmReflection of the day: I wish I was LEFT-handed.
Well, I got plastered last tuesday night…As in I was drunk…but I told them, hey I’m just dizzy but I can still think clearly. I argued but then they said, "You were drunk!" Well okay so I got tipsy…and I fell on the floor a couple of times. It felt good anyway..haha
Sometimes it just feels good to let go. Being drunk really feels good but you look so idiotic (good thing my friend already erased the video…sigh of relief). Don’t worry friends I did this at our bh so we were all safe…even if I think i got an internal hemorrhage for bumping my head too much.
With regrads to my story, "running on water", of course it is not true… all my works are fictional…and if that happens to me…I’d probably kill myself… Guys don’t be too conservative…there’s a lot of boring stuff already…wag nang dumagdag. I just dropped by…I still have a class at 4pm..and its 3pm already…
You know I ripped all the posters of bands on our double deck..I replaced it with a warning sign: "Tine STUDY! This is you final chance" - but nothing has happened…Yawn…still feels lazy. 
Note: My hair didn’t turn violet…sigh..really where can you buy quality hair dye that is not in a conventional color? I scourged the mall…nada…sigh
BTW, all was well for me last week…Thursday I was at CCP the whole day…for the cinemalaya panel discussion… A lot of great people there (Jessica Zafra, Briccio Santos, MArilou Abaya,etc) and a lot of not so great people too (Gina Alajar, Boy Abunda, etc). Friday: NAKASAKAY KO SA JEEP ANG FAVE PROF KO well 2 sila..ang saya talaga…he was also going to the mrt station eh…man I’m so glad he still remembers me…well that’s all for now…I’m still euphoric Ciao
And after dyeing my hair violet (at last!) and painting my nails green, I am back.
Maybe you are wondering if I still look sane. Yes i am still sane…my colored hair is faintly violet (sadly I am not that crazy to bleach my damaged yet precious hair) - but atleast now i can say that I DID dye it violet…looks like maroon to me anyway…
Actually I bought blue dye but when I took it out it was violet…I don’t mind though. I’m just letting it set in as I type this…oh well.
This story of mine was written with an embarassed heart. There are just some things that I cannot write about due to familial pressures and morals but I am serious about my new resolution: break free from all inhibitions…and so i don’t care anymore (but then I am looking sideways for any sign of peeping from my housemates..if my parents read this story i am doomed….) Here it goes…
My right foot rose halfway and landed firmly on the asphalt. Invisible dust particles flew away from my imprinted shoe. Thud. The sound of footsteps exploded, puncturing the air. From afar, a foreboding storm raged.
I started running…a foot after another, heart beating rhythmically.
Heart rate: 160 bpm
I just can’t believe that he didn’t even acknowledge my presence. I could still remember his blank face and the smoke from his cigarette, swirling in the cold afternoon air. Just the two of us. Him and me. I and he. And smog. That’s the way it will always be, I guess. He seems to maintain his composure when he keeps silent – better than his usual stuttering self. The nerve…
Raindrops falling…one clung unto my arm. Water to skin, skin to neuron, dendrites to axon, nervous system to brain. I am wet – wet yet thirsty.
Flashback: him and me on a boat. Stranded. Our first time alone together. What now? We shouldn’t have come to this place for the documentary – he’s blaming me. There is no paddle…the motor is dead…cell sites are down…supplies were left. Well, think about this, if we survive and document this experience we’ll be famous. 1 hour together. 1 hour of silence. Both thirsty. Surrounded by water – correction – surrounded by non-potable water.
A ferry boat saves us. Down the drain goes a good documentary – I mean down unto the bottom of the sea. Why couldn’t they wait for 1 day before rescuing us?
I stick out my tongue to taste the acid rain. Refreshing. Sour.
His tongue in my mouth. His hand round my waist. A bitter taste. The taste of nicotine. The taste of death. Maybe the same flavor tuberculosis patients taste when they are about to die.
Sweat trickles down my neck…jugular pulse throbbing…head tightening…dehydration …fatigue…oxygen depletion…
I could still feel him – chest to back, lips to neck, arms to legs.
I look back at the last mile. Almost finished. Inhale through the nose. Exhale through the mouth. Yes do that. Like an athlete. Breathe to live. Live to breathe. Stop. Blood gushing.
I look down at my legs. Blood seeping through my shorts. I bend down in pain. I breathe but there is only smoke. I cry but…
<nagustuhan nyo ba? comment..wrong grammar? hindi clear?>
Kwento lang..masaya ang pop cult class kay sir eliserio…cool talaga nyang prof…just finished typing a poem for his class…sharry text mo ko bout your plans…how many people ba? text kita ha…:)
Hi, after my gruesome encounter with the cat yesterday I am now having a fever…good thing there are no classes…I’m here at QC…and I have no objective of telling my parents…they might go here…hahasick world…we’re all going to die.
I’m using the pc right now because I have to send a report to my groupmate…my good friend Chairee…my companion 1 hour before Math class and now my accidental classmate in Pan Pil…Ok now I’m going to stop…have nothing to say anymore…
and so I decided to write about it. I was just walking a few minutes ago with my friend along the acad oval when we saw a dead cat by the gutter. It wasn’t bleeding but its eyes were literally popping out. Yeah gross… but i have learned that the more you write the more you numb. So tonight that morbid image of the cat will not haunt me. Thank God I have an outlet for such (and I really am thanking God)…
The storm was raging this morning…I was even planning not to come anymore…but I have a job to do so I helped set-up things for our org orientation…it was pretty okay…well I heard classes are already suspended…I have no class today yet I’m out on the streets…sometimes it just feels good to stroll. The weather is perfect for me.
Clothing: Black glittery Dickies t-shirt, black eccentric scarf (with bits of cloth for accent) around my neck c/o Tokyo fashion, denim Lab low rise jeans, my usual belt, black and red rubber shoes…oh and a pair of black hearts for earrings…:) I love the rain
My house can be seen here http://drawahouse.com/streets/juce-Ave/
Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:
You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You are very tidy person. There’s nothing wrong with that because you’re pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.
You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.
You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don’t see you as a flirt. You don’t think much about yourself.
