before i jot away, a few notes:
1. the writer will be publishing entries 3 times a week, at the most: during tuesday evenings, wednesdays, and weekends. this is for your convenience, assuming that if there would be anyone visiting this site regularly, he/she can do it without checking the site every one or two days, which could results to time waste.
2. erratum: the viewer might have already noticed, but there is a serious problem with the layout. the fourth section of this blog goes with the title "You," when supposedly that "You" refers to "me," the writer, and not to you, the reader. since i am not skilled in photoshop editing, i humbly and most sincerely apologize.
canine blues last sunday morning, a 7-month old siberian husky was delivered to our front door by a friend of my mom's. the husky's name was k-9, maybe because of lack of creativity or otherwise. i had no problem with the dog at first...
until my mom suddenly declared that our new doggy's name would be "k." i, being the good listener that i am, heard this from our bedroom (i had just stirred myself awake) and stormed down to the sala...
"no, no, his name can't be k. i won't allow it, mama."
"oy, gising ka na pala ha! at baket?"
"eh? diba pambabae na pangalan ang k?"
"hindi naman, para mas madali nyang ma-recognize, k-9 kasi pangalan nya talaga eh."
"pero hindi po siya girl eh!"
"and so what? at least mas madali nya tayong makikilala."
"pero lalaki siya! k sounds feminine!"
...and the debate raged on, until we both heard my dad shouting "oscar! hoy oscar!" and there it ended. [i just thought i would feel awkward calling my dog by a name
phonetically similar to my ex's name, that's all. (but you do owe me one, kaye. heh.)] point is, at the least i succeeded in stalling my mother from calling our dog by a girlish name.
happy birthday! jamie evon de vera [nov. 28]! sana magpakita ka samen someday. miss ka na namin!
schedule + pressure i'm tired. plain tired. for starters, my day at school starts 11:30 am, and usually ends (provided that none of my professors commit suicide someday) around 4-5:30 pm. no breaks.
this implies that if i usually rise up late (about 7:30-8 am), then my brief breakfast would be around 9, i would be at school by 10:30, and i would eat lunch at 11. do i have the luxury of having a king's breakfast? no, because if so, there would be no need to have lunch. will a 9:30 brunch last until 5:30? definitely not, specially for a guy who had a weight growth spurt just recently. then why not skip breakfast, and have brunch at school by 11? heck, i tried that before, during my sophomore years at high school. just drank a glass of milk and took off, 2 public transport rides to school. i did not last until lunch time.
after 5:30 or 6, i would go home, and arrive there by 7. yours truly smells the aroma of freshly cooked food, gets his tummy stimulated and excited. there seems to be no stopping now, but then the brain will flash a reminder: you have a ton of homework. i repeat, you have a ton of homework! and then i say, "but of course!" so having that in mind, i wash myself, rush dinner, then get to business (read: busyness) until... 11 pm to 12 next morning. right, i theoretically missed a day of sleep! and it's not just that, but during your sleep i get reminded of stuff that i missed, and a whole lot more! thus the cycle repeats itself the next sunrise, until wednesday or the weekends.
i was not quite surprised when a friend remarked, "gab! mukha kang may sakit." heck, who wouldn't when you practically eat only twice a day, when you only have a peaceful sleep once every three days! but then, that is college life at its finest. i'm hoping that either i could adapt to it, or i die in my sleep in the process. *kidding, of course.*
nostalgia [change of mood, in three, two, one!]
*sigh.* then *sigh* again. a few moments later, *sigh.* what the heck is happening to me? i have to finish this psych paper, and i'm only midway through it, and it's already 9 pm. *sigh* again. a yellow smiley flashes in the desktop's lower right corner, an indicator of someone logging on to the yahoo! online network.
then it happens. i felt my pulse rising, my heart doubling its lub-dubs inside my chest. "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" i thoughtlessly shouted, shaking my head over the confusion. and then i do it again, like a child lost in the wilderness: "waaaah!"
"kuya, ano ba yan! ang ingay mo!" remarks my youngest brother, who was using the computer adjacent to the one i was using. "ay, sorry, ang hirap nung paper ko sa psych eh! waaah!"
but alas, the psych paper was momentarily obliterated from my memory. half an hour or so passed by, and i was blankly staring at my online text sources, not really understanding a single word, black and white they all were. until the yellow smiley turned grey.
*sigh.* sigh. that feeling. i remembered - i felt it before! from 8 months ago. after the last high school dance ever. i was attempting to sleep, back against the bed cushion - and i was sort of crying. there were tears, for sure. for an hour of so. then i managed to cracked a smile, and that was it.
*sigh.* this time, no tears were shed. only deep gasps and sighs, but that was it.
[change of mood, in three, two, one!]
and that was for this date's edition. i hope you learned something from me. *vomits* (whew, that was long.) next edition will be published sunday next week.
1. the writer will be publishing entries 3 times a week, at the most: during tuesday evenings, wednesdays, and weekends. this is for your convenience, assuming that if there would be anyone visiting this site regularly, he/she can do it without checking the site every one or two days, which could results to time waste.
2. erratum: the viewer might have already noticed, but there is a serious problem with the layout. the fourth section of this blog goes with the title "You," when supposedly that "You" refers to "me," the writer, and not to you, the reader. since i am not skilled in photoshop editing, i humbly and most sincerely apologize.
canine blues last sunday morning, a 7-month old siberian husky was delivered to our front door by a friend of my mom's. the husky's name was k-9, maybe because of lack of creativity or otherwise. i had no problem with the dog at first...
until my mom suddenly declared that our new doggy's name would be "k." i, being the good listener that i am, heard this from our bedroom (i had just stirred myself awake) and stormed down to the sala...
"no, no, his name can't be k. i won't allow it, mama."
"oy, gising ka na pala ha! at baket?"
"eh? diba pambabae na pangalan ang k?"
"hindi naman, para mas madali nyang ma-recognize, k-9 kasi pangalan nya talaga eh."
"pero hindi po siya girl eh!"
"and so what? at least mas madali nya tayong makikilala."
"pero lalaki siya! k sounds feminine!"
...and the debate raged on, until we both heard my dad shouting "oscar! hoy oscar!" and there it ended. [i just thought i would feel awkward calling my dog by a name
phonetically similar to my ex's name, that's all. (but you do owe me one, kaye. heh.)] point is, at the least i succeeded in stalling my mother from calling our dog by a girlish name.
happy birthday! jamie evon de vera [nov. 28]! sana magpakita ka samen someday. miss ka na namin!
schedule + pressure i'm tired. plain tired. for starters, my day at school starts 11:30 am, and usually ends (provided that none of my professors commit suicide someday) around 4-5:30 pm. no breaks.
this implies that if i usually rise up late (about 7:30-8 am), then my brief breakfast would be around 9, i would be at school by 10:30, and i would eat lunch at 11. do i have the luxury of having a king's breakfast? no, because if so, there would be no need to have lunch. will a 9:30 brunch last until 5:30? definitely not, specially for a guy who had a weight growth spurt just recently. then why not skip breakfast, and have brunch at school by 11? heck, i tried that before, during my sophomore years at high school. just drank a glass of milk and took off, 2 public transport rides to school. i did not last until lunch time.
after 5:30 or 6, i would go home, and arrive there by 7. yours truly smells the aroma of freshly cooked food, gets his tummy stimulated and excited. there seems to be no stopping now, but then the brain will flash a reminder: you have a ton of homework. i repeat, you have a ton of homework! and then i say, "but of course!" so having that in mind, i wash myself, rush dinner, then get to business (read: busyness) until... 11 pm to 12 next morning. right, i theoretically missed a day of sleep! and it's not just that, but during your sleep i get reminded of stuff that i missed, and a whole lot more! thus the cycle repeats itself the next sunrise, until wednesday or the weekends.
i was not quite surprised when a friend remarked, "gab! mukha kang may sakit." heck, who wouldn't when you practically eat only twice a day, when you only have a peaceful sleep once every three days! but then, that is college life at its finest. i'm hoping that either i could adapt to it, or i die in my sleep in the process. *kidding, of course.*
nostalgia [change of mood, in three, two, one!]
*sigh.* then *sigh* again. a few moments later, *sigh.* what the heck is happening to me? i have to finish this psych paper, and i'm only midway through it, and it's already 9 pm. *sigh* again. a yellow smiley flashes in the desktop's lower right corner, an indicator of someone logging on to the yahoo! online network.
then it happens. i felt my pulse rising, my heart doubling its lub-dubs inside my chest. "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" i thoughtlessly shouted, shaking my head over the confusion. and then i do it again, like a child lost in the wilderness: "waaaah!"
"kuya, ano ba yan! ang ingay mo!" remarks my youngest brother, who was using the computer adjacent to the one i was using. "ay, sorry, ang hirap nung paper ko sa psych eh! waaah!"
but alas, the psych paper was momentarily obliterated from my memory. half an hour or so passed by, and i was blankly staring at my online text sources, not really understanding a single word, black and white they all were. until the yellow smiley turned grey.
*sigh.* sigh. that feeling. i remembered - i felt it before! from 8 months ago. after the last high school dance ever. i was attempting to sleep, back against the bed cushion - and i was sort of crying. there were tears, for sure. for an hour of so. then i managed to cracked a smile, and that was it.
*sigh.* this time, no tears were shed. only deep gasps and sighs, but that was it.
[change of mood, in three, two, one!]
and that was for this date's edition. i hope you learned something from me. *vomits* (whew, that was long.) next edition will be published sunday next week.
