Tuesday, December 16, 2008

B And B

What's with the letter B? Beyonce and Britney. B and B? Beavis and Butthead. Bread and Butter. Blah and Blah? See?

I have mentioned before that watching Beyonce and the Pussycat Dolls is just like doing Hip Hop Abs or other aerobic exercises. I think I could do my own exercise video. You just have to sing Britney Spears' song Womanizer in normal volume (don't whisper the song or else it'll lose the purpose) then watch Beyonce's Single Ladies video.



There are a number of possible outcomes from it and I will end at magic seven:

1.) You end up not doing any.
2.) Your jaw fell when you saw the music video.
3.) You ended up watching Britney's music video for Circus instead.
4.) You fell asleep even before reaching this part of the entry.
5.) You sang Womanizer and did some of Britney's moves in the video.
6.) You sang If I Were A Boy instead and didn't dance at all.
7.) You were not able to do both (singing and dancing) but was able to keep-up with Beyonce's dance moves. Now, you're dead tired you could sleep for days.

Good job.


MORAL: If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it. If you're a daddy-oh and you got the swagger of a champion. I'm sorry, too bad for you, you just can't find the right companion. Womanizer. If I were a boy? Whaaaat?!

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Yaya Sisterhood

Belly (or Yaya Belle for some) is sick. She has colds. So, she asked her sister, Sanny (Yaya Susan - you get the trend? Just add letter Y in every name and it's suddenly more fun to pronounce!) to buy orange. She stated it very clearly, "Could you buy me orange on your way home?" So Yaya Susan went home just now, and was very proud, "I bought you Royal! It's very big!"

Ugh. It's not Royal Tru-Orange soda Belly was referring to, but real fruit oranges.

Fail.

So we got into a conversation/sharing on how Royal Tru-Orange has affected the lives of many people. In the province, my yaya said that sometimes Royal is used as a viand when nothing else is available. Another said that it is used as medicine or "pusher" to make sick people eat again when they have lost their appetite.

Just yesterday, our neighbor asked my mom if there's anyone named Bacharo living with us. She said yes and said that it was Yaya Cathy's (my lola's yaya) maiden name. Our neighbor said, "Oh, I think she won in the raffle." My mom hurriedly told us about it and made Cathy summon her SSS card for identification purposes. She went around the barangay and found out true enough she won one of the major prizes - a TV. Here's the dilemma. My dad who was (I think he was) cleaning our car was approached by the Tanod and was offered to buy the raffle tickets. So he bought the tickets and forced all of our yayas to fill them up. So... What to do? My dad just sold the TV to Cathy for more than 50% off. BTW, Cathy lost 500 pesos to my Dad when she bet against Pacquiao.

Next time I'll introduce you to the members of the Yaya Sisterhood. They're loud and funny. Trust me.


MORAL: So what have we learned here? It is to listen to the other person clearly and try to remember what was said. If you thought you just heard a gargle or an odd sequence of sounds, s/he might be actually saying something! So clarify if you have problems or if you were not able to hear it properly. Also, I think I need to win something yet. My dad already won a Magic Sing, my sister some shopping GCs, Yaya Susan in her mini-Lotto sprees, and Yaya Cathy just recently, a TV. I can't remember if my brother has won anything yet.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Masamang Biyahe : Bad Trip

Man, mahaba ito. Masusubukan ang reading comprehension, endurance, at open-mindedness mo sa entry kong ito. Challenge ito, pare, challenge ito!

Ihanda ang iyong sarili sa isang impormal na Filipino entry. Kasi kung pormal (Ano ba other terms for formal sa Filipino? Tinatamad ako maghanap.) baka magsawa ka pangalawang pangungusap pa lang. Handa, basa.

Kanina wala kaming pasok sa Theology kasi may misa para sa mga Calatagan farmers. So, unang klase ko yung Philosophy class namin. Pumasok ako ng 10 minutes earlier than the usual time akong dumadating sa school kasi kailangan ko magsubmit ng reflection paper sa OSA. Teka simulan natin sa tricyle area sa Mini-Stop. May nauna sa akin na sumakay, tapos tinanong siya nung trike driver kung saan siya. Narinig ko (kasi chismosa ako) na sa library siya bababa. So nung tinanong siya kung special (kung mag-isa ka lang na bibiyahe special yun kasi solo ka eh, duh) na yung trip niya, tinuro niya ako na baka raw sasabay ako. Ganito nangyari sa usapan, "Saan ka?" tanong ng tricycle driver sa akin. "Xavier po," sagot ko. Nagkamot siya ng freaking ulo niya na obvious namang freaking hindi makati pero ang meaning niya since action speaks louder than words, "Sakay ka na lang sa iba." Pero dahil kuripot din yata yung nakasakay na female Atenista roon, sabi ko, "Manong, magkalapit lang ho ang Xavier and yung library." Matigas si Manong. Astig ka! Parang ayaw pa rin ako pasakayin hanggang nagreklamo na yung nakasakay sa loob, "Malapit lang yung Xavier at library," pilit niyang sinasabi. Kulit kasi eh. Magkalapit lang naman talaga yun.

So noong nasa loob na kami, kinausap ako nung babae. Mas tipid daw if dalawa or tatlo. Oo naman ako. Mahal na raw kasi magtrike lalo na kung mag-isa. Hello, nagrollback na nga ang gasolina pero ang mahal pa rin ng fare. Unfair! Bad trip. Pagdating ko sa OSA para magsubmit ng filler, SARADO ang hinayupak na office. Dahil daw sa Calatagan farmers kaya sarado sila. Eh 10 minutes na lang Philo class ko na. Bad trip! Mamaya na lang after ng Philo class ako magsusubmit.

Fast forward 4 hours later. Pumunta kami sa Gateway check lang if makanonood kami ng Bolt or Quarantine kung ano man yung swak sa oras. However, father, mother, brother, sister, WALANG malapit na showing. Yung Bolt in 3D, PHP 271. What the freaking heck?! Bad trip! Tinanong ko yung nagpupunit ng ticket sa entrance ng mga sinehan kung bakit mahal yung Bolt. "3D kasi siya, may kasamang 3D glasses." So hindi ko na naman napigilang magcomment, "Eh paano po kung may 3D glasses (may Hannah Montana 3D glasses kami courtesy of our cable provider) kaming dala? 271 pesos pa rin?" Oo raw, kasi may food na rin. Hmm, baka Pedigree or Alpo, di bale na lang. PHP271 pa rin yun. Dang, bad trip! Kumain na lang kami sa Taco Bell, benta ang order ni Joppet, Cheesy Fiesta Pota... What?! Pota?! Bad word! Tae ka, totoong nakasulat yun. Ito proof Pota-to kasi eh. May ADHD ka ba, sheez.


So tapos na yang POTA-to shiz, umuwi na lang kami kasi nga wala naman kaming mapapanood na iba dahil hindi nga swak yung screening schedule sa budget time namin. So makikipagkita na lang ulit ako sa kaibigan ko sa SM tapos diretso kami Robinsons Galleria para manood ng Quarantine or James Bond - kung anuman maabutan. WHAAAAAADAAAAAA, super traffic! Parang lahat ng tao biglang naisipang bumiyahe nang sabay-sabay! Bad trip! Diyahe, pare, bad trip! Hindi kami umabot sa schedule, late ng 30 minutes. Ayos naman, 9:40PM pa yung next showing. Hahahahachoo. Bad trip. Ayaw talaga ako papanuorin? Ay teka, bakit pala James Bond or Quarantine at hindi Bolt? Kasi may promo ang Robinsons na kapag doon ka manonood, may raffle coupon ka para sa raffle nilang 1-meter Bolt plush toy (shocks super cute masasapak mo katabi mo). Nagsearch ako ng screening schedules sa Operating Systems class namin habang nagdidiscuss yung teacher ko, boring siya, pare. Anyway, naghati ang Bolt and James Bond sa isang cinema. Sa bandang hapon ang Bolt, sa gabi James Bond. Bad trip hindi ako abot sa Bolt! So umuwi na lang kami kasi nga wala na, masiyado nang gabi. Goodness, traffic pa rin pauwi! Nagbus na lang kami kasi nga traffic parin, maghihirap ka kapag nagtaxi ka. Sa TV, palabas Eva Fonda starring Christine Reyes na super ganda at crush ko/namin. Iyon pa yung episode na gagahasain siya ni Baron-suck-my-face-manyakis-ako Geisler. Bad trip. So umuwi na ako, may dala nanay ko na pansit Malabon. For me raw, kasi walang sahog na epal (read: meat) so kain ako. Ayos 'Nay, walang lasa yung pansit Malabon. "Anak, hayaan mo na. Free lang kasi yan eh kaya tanggapin mo na kung walang lasa." Bad trip.

Bad trip count: 12


MORAL: Ang pagiging bad trip ay hindi relative at hindi subjective. Talagang bad trip lang. Ano magagawa mo? Wala. Mainis ka lang nang sandali kasi nga bad trip eh. Tapos magmove-on ka na. Habang nagtatype ako nito, nanonood ako ng Ellen, start na ng 12 Days of Christmas niya. Bad trip, gadgets galore ang first day! Tinuturuan ni Ellen ang audience niya na maging materialistic at mag-expect ng something in return always. Lagi pa naman akong nanonood ng Ellen, at yun ang moral ng show niya. Be materialistic because it is fun. Bad trip ka, 'tol.

Grand total bad trip count: 18 (including MORAL and Title)

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Many Pacquiao


Yesterday, December 3, I have been thinking that maybe, this December is a weird one. First, the moon and stars formation and from Monday up to today (Thursday) and the Manny Pacquiao look-a-likes. You read that right. Manny Pacquiao look-a-likes. It's like they're everywhere! When I was in Cafe Xocolat last Monday, I told the people I am with, "Wow, the guy behind you looks like Manny Pacquiao." True enough, they looked behind and laughed. It's Manny Pacquiao reincarnated and surfing the Internet at the cafe. So what's next? I have been "seeing" Manny lately. Reincarnated into a student in the LRT, and reincarnated into a shop assistant in Greenhills. Okay, I really want to share this. Yesterday, while walking near the library, I saw a student trip and had a really good hang time. She looked around and smiled. I pretended not to see, but when she was out of earshot I laughed a little. Tripping is a natural phenomenon, just like Manny Pacquiao. Tae, what did I just type. Anyway, my blockmate and I talked and laughed about that poor, rich girl. So nearing the footbridge, we (actually she was the only one who talked crap about others because I can't do it) berated anyone/anything along the way. Then we remembered to go to the Guidance Counselor to have our mental health checked, no. We went there to schedule our annual guidance interview because Ateneans are losing the light so we need guidance. Tae ulit, what am I typing?! Then we went back to our original destination: the footbridge. To cut this crap short, my blockmate tripped/slid/sat on the last step and we were hysterical. She told me earlier that she didn't know her foot bled. Someone else while she's in the elevator (in her dorm) noticed it. Cool.

Happy Birthday, Jean!


MORAL: Who would miss Manny Pacquiao and papa Oscar de la Hoya's match? I won't because I have been seeing many Manny's lately. Hallucination is the best form of advertisement, better than tarps, radio and TV commercials combined.

*I just found the photo in Flickr. It's not mine. I have nothing to do with it. Haha.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Stars Are Blind

Hellooooo December!

Headlines: There's a happy formation of 2 stars and the moon. (Click the picture to see it uhm, better.)


So there's a smiley in the sky. Venus and Jupiter together with the moon, formed a "ΓΌ" formation in the night sky. Cool, right? So cool you need a jacket (man, I'm so corny today). Made a lot smile even for a while.

My day started rather nasty and weird. My mom thought I was possessed or something. Yesterday, we went to Novaliches/Bulacan to continue filming our documentary about faith healers. Then when we got home around 2 - 2:30pm, I welcomed our couch with open arms. After a few hours, my aunt and uncle paid a visit. I even joked about the Zwitsal cologne she was talking about (because she said when I was a kid it was my favorite), that the kid in the logo still doesn't have hair. Anyway, I woke up the next day and was fixed on the couch. I woke up (still with my Sunday clothes on) and saw my mom and brother in the dining area. The clock read 5:50 and I was . I was supposed to have a meeting today at 5:00 PM. I was like, "OHMYGOSH it's almost 6PM!!" I checked my phone and there were no messages like, "Hey, b*tch. You completely forgot we have a meeting a while ago. Where are you? You'd better have a good reason or you're probably dead by now."

I jumped out of the couch, checked my watch, it read Monday already and was completely disoriented. My brother turned the television on and I saw the morning show. Drat! It was just 6 in the morning. GREAT.


MORAL: Even though the gods are crazy, even though the stars are blind. If you show me real love baby I'll show you mine.