The most critical sign of stress is now here. In one week, I bought 15 books from my favorite place in Cubao. 

Cirque du Freak collection (Darren Shan)
The Shocking Accident (Collection of Dahl, Poe and de Maupassant's short stories)
The Basic Eight (Daniel Handler's first adult novel. Yes, he is Lemony Snicket)
Black Maria (Dianne Wynne Jones, who wrote Howl's Moving Castle:D)
Legally Blonde (Amanda Brown, for some light reading)
Nicholas Nickleby (Charles Dickens)
Angus, Things and Full Frontal Snogging (Louise Rennison, because I love the movie and that is an understatement)
Night Watch (Stephen Kendrick)
July July (Tim O Brien, who writes good war novels)
Mr Phillips (John Lanchester)
You know you love me (Cecily von Zegesar, again, for light reading)
My Little Blue Dress (Bruno Maddox)
Holes (Louis Sachar, recommended by Pat Geraldez)
Don't Let go to the dogs tonight (Alexandra Fuller)
and finaaaaly,
Captain Corelli's Mandolin (Louis de Bernieres)


I know this is not the best time to indulge in this stuff. But stress is too much I need my company.

I miss late night conversation with some good ol' friends. Gone are the days I receive midnight calls every night from my high school buds and chats with childhood friends. All that remains are once a month call at 4am and rushed chats just after I ate my dinner.


A late night call.

The last one was with my beshies, who's a couple and would often invite me on a conference call. Too much of a third wheel, right? It is always fun talking with them, without the nursing topic discussion they usually have. Minus the conference calls, talking to them individually is roller coaster drama. Maan would fill me with her drama. Eman with his wishes.

I remember that last time we talked. She was crying and telling me about her being immature and such shits people cry over whenever they feel down. I pretended I am not sick with her rants and comforted her. And being me, it ended with Kim giving parental sermons to his already crying mate. Good job. 

M: Pano ba kasi maging mature?
K: Tanggalin mo yung I M.


A late night chat.

One note that remained in my mind after that chat last night with Leeo- don't expect the best from your social life when your taking a graduate degree. And I got it. This was the first time this semester we actually talked for hours. His medicine schedule kills him, he said, compared to his MMA in CSB last year.  

The biggest news is He's committed now, and not with the person he was dating before the semester starts. Now that really needs a lot of kwento to catch up. I immediately checked the profile of his new girl, who is jobless and wears braces that don't really fit with her face. 

Checking the girl's FB, I saw her About me section and saw "God answered my prayer on the 21st of September". And I am chismoso.

K: What the hell happened last Sept 21?
L: Ayun, naging kami. I was love making on your birthday!
K: Fuck you. I will forever remember your anniversary. Oh wait, I don't think you'll even reach your first monthsary. 
L: Tangna mo.

And i did typed that. I can't keep my hand shut, really. And to make the bastard of me at its best, before I logged out, the conversation went this way:

K: Sabihin mopatanggal niya braces niya.
L: You mean yung ulo niya?
K: Hindi naman:) And tell her not to wear too much neon colored shirts. Nagmumukha siyang endorser ng highlighter.



Semester is ending. I want to catch up with some friends' life too. I want early morning coffee and sunset inuman again. I want some life back.

I told myself I will study after watching this episode, but no, I ended up watching it again. Damn you Glee! 



"Have you ever liked somebody so much you just wanna lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music and cry?"

Tapos na pala ang buwan ng wika, hindi ko man lang naramdaman. Hindi na kasi tulad ng high school na tuwing sasapit ang huling linggo ng buwan, may nakasanayang sasayaw ng pangdanggo sa ilaw at magsasabayang pagbigkas ng mga tulang gawa ni Odalager. Napalitan na ng mga papel na kailangang ipasa at mga case na iprepresenta sa klase. Lahat sila Ingles.

Ang huling Filipinong naisulat ko ay ang papel na ipinasa ko sa PP19. Bagama't nahirapan ako at ang kritiko ay ang maraming ingles na salitang ginamit, masasabing hindi pa rin naman pala nawala ang kakayahan kong magsulat sa tagalog. 

Gusto ko mang gumawa ng isang akdang Filipino ay hindi ko kaya-mali, hindi kaya ng oras ko. Kaya naman habang naghahanap ng mga blog, napunta ako sa lumang entry na ito sa blog ng friendster na naipost ko dati.


noong unang panahon sa isang nayon, may isang pamilyang napakasaya. wala silang ginawa buong araw kundi tumawa ng tumawa. ang kanilang bahay ay napupuno ng ibat ibang kulay. parang piyesta araw araw. tawa lang sila ng tawa. buong araw buong gabi. 

hanggang mainis na ang taumbayan dahil sa kaingayan nila. kaya isang araw, nag tipon tipon ang mga taga baryo upang sunugin ang bahay ng pamilyang masaya. 

"hahahaha!"tawa pa rin nila. sa gitna ng pisikal na katawang nasusunog. umuugong na halakhak pa rin ang inilalabas.hysterical. kahit unti unti nang naaabo ang isipan. 

sa mata ng mga taga nayon ay sine ng pagpatay. ang kanilang mga mata ay parang salamin sa nangyayaring karahasan. 

patuloy ang pagtawa. 

hanggang nawala na ang apoy. abo na ang kanlungan ng pamilyang masaya. 

pero may naririnig parin silang tumatawa ng malakas. 

ngayon, wala na ang nayon.