Effluvia of Madness

Saturday, June 12, 2010

PILA nang PILA, PILA nang PILA!!

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Lately, I've been using Filipino as my medium of expression here in this blog but don't worry. I think this post would be one of my last posts written in Filipino. So until then, give time to translate this. I know it would be superbly fun and interesting. As for now, here is my post and by the way, have fun!!

Ako po ay isang huwarang mag-aaral ng Unibersidad ng PILApinas sa Diliman. Enrollment pa lang, namamatay na kami – well, yan ang akala ko. Ayon sa konsepto ng ebolusyon, nagkakaroon ng survival of the fittest, at dahil isa akong PiJejemon (choinks :D) nagevolve ako at nag-adapt ako sa environment na kinabibilangan ko. Mas tumibay ang resistensya ko sa mga masasamang dulot ng PAGPILA. Dati, halos maluha-luha ako nung pipila lang ako ng isang oras. ‘Di ko talaga kaya iyon dati. Ngayon., kahit papilahin mo 'ko ng apat na oras, keribels lang (SWARDSPEAK ALERT!! hahaha). Nang dahil dyan.. pwede mo na kong confer-an ng minor sa pagpila, BS Civil Engineering major in Strtuctural and Construction Engineering minor in Falling in Line. O diba? San ka pa?? ganyan daw talaga dito, gagawan ng paraan ng mga taga-ADMIN ang lahat para lang humirap ang buhay naming sa mundo, ultimo pagpila, pinapatos nila. Kaya ito lang ang maipapayo ko:

Magdala ng tubig o kahit anung inuming magpapapawi ng kauhawan

Magdala rin ng extra na tisyert (t-shirt :D) dahil mandidiri ka 'pag napawisan ka, o nadikitan ka ng katabi mong pawis na pawis, eeww

Magdala ng payong, preferably FIBRELLA (advertisement!! O libreng FIBRELLA naman dyan o?). Dahil sa sobrang epal ng UP, kahit sa tirik na tirk na arawan, papapilahin ka nila, with evil grins plastered on their oleaginous faces. Ganyan sila ka-evil, ultimo pagrereklamo mo, natutuwa sila. They do consider it as an incentive if ever walang mamatay sa heatstroke na fellow ka-pilahan mo.

Siguraduhing naka comfortable wear ka dahil kung nakadress ka, magmumukha ka lang namalengke pagkatapos mong mag-enroll, diba? Kaysa naman samin, effortless manamit so kahit nagmukha kang namalengke, okay lang, kasi bago ka pumila, mukha ka naman talagang namalengke. Less hassle

Magdala ng kaibigan, lagi silang ikadena sa braso mo dahil sila ang kaagapay mo sa ka-boringang madarama mo 'pag simula na ng pilahan. At isa pa, mahirap magmukhang others sa queue. Nakakahiyang nakapanlumo

And last but not the least, SIGURADUHING TAMA ANG PILANG PINIPILAHAN mo dahil isa kang malaking CHORVS kapag pumila ka sa pilahan ng pagpapapicture ng ID kung ang sadya mo naman talaga ay magbayad lang ng tuition :D. Magdududa ako na taga-UP ka dahil pila lang, mali ka na :D (egocentric mode ;p)

Here goes my post, sana maraming nakarelate :D

Weird Ako, Weird Ka din ba??

‘Nung bata pa ko mga 5-6 years old pa ata ako noon, isinama kami ng nanay namin sa children’s party ng anak ng ka-opisina nya. Malamang, hindi mawawalan ng kainan, kwentuhan at higit sa lahata, ang “pa-games” o palaro ng mga hosts, na kapag hindi malaki ang budget ng magulang, nauuwi sa piptsuging clowns ang hosts ng birthday party. O, ito na. Nagkaroon ng game tungkol sa mga corny questions, katulad ng Q: “Ano ang pinakamatandang isda sa buong mundo?” A:”tuna (kasi daw, may CENTURY TUNA)” okay, joke kung joke at ako, dahil sa kaweirduhan ko, hindi ko pa nagegets na yun pala ang takbo ng game. At dun ngsimula ang kaweirduhan ko, ‘nung nagtanong na naman si kuya clown, Q: “anu ang pinakamaliit na isda?” Syempre, ang expected answer ay DILIS. Pero dahil WEIRD ako at BIBO KID ako ‘nun, bigla akong tumakbo sa harapan at sumagot ng “PANDACA PYGMEA!” Oh yes!!! Fail talaga at umiral ang kaabnormalan ko. At dun na nagsimulang ma-poker face si kuya clown at nasabaw ang mukha niya for a split-second. PAHIYA si KUYA, TUMAWA si mama. Ahahaha. O ganyan din ba kayo kaweird? Kasi kung ganyan? CLOSE NATAYO

Noong bata ka din ba,

Iniiwasan mo b’ang tumapak sa mga linya ng tiles dahil FEELING mo mamamatay ka?

Masyado ka bang OC kapag kumakain at nandidiri ka kapag may dalawang ulam sa plato mo dahil FEELING mo, magiging kadiri ang lasa nila pag nagdikit sila?

Natamisan ka na ba sa lasa ng BLUE ink ng ballpen pero nung tinry mong sipsipin lahat dun sa tube, bigla kang napaitan?

Nagsasawsaw ka ba ng longganisa sa mayonnaise dahil FEELING mo, maglalasang cheap ang longganisa pag sinawsaw mo sa TOYO at MAYONNAISE lang ang tanggap mong sawsawan at ayaw mo ng iba??

Nakalunok ka na ban g bala ng STAPLER at binabangungot ka for three years na magigigng kalawang ang tiyan mo

Mahilig ka din bang mag-FEELING?

Kung ganun, WEIRD ka TALAGANG TUNAY!!

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Punctuality is the Virtue of the Bored

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Shoot! I’m too early again. What can I do? Pretend studying? Nah, I’ll just write this blog instead. I am currently making my it’s-supposed-to-be-free-cut time worthwhile. I realized that I’ve been coming to school too early, as early as time itself, I suppose. But what can I do? I’m bored and as I personally view it, school is the only place where ennui never sets in. Well, that’s according to my indirect sources. It’s boring to be bored, isn’t it?

Pretending that you’re doing something just to get out of boredom just intensifies it. Pretending to do things will appear more boring because you just forced yourself to do it. Hmm, this write-up is getting more boring and boring. But what can I do? The writer is bored anyway, and this reflects what I am feeling right now.

Okay, this write-up was written four days ago, but up to now, it still isn’t finished. I’m still bored and I am aware that boredom is not that easy to be exhaled from one’s daily breath of life. I have observed that as days come to an end, a sense of nothingness intensifies, as if it gradually eats my hours up. It hurts to think that I am now devolving, from a university student to a primeval abecedarian. I can’t believe that I’m entertaining such thoughts for I know, deep inside that I never wanted to live my life in this way. As I hear these thoughts tintinnabulate far and wide, I am now slowly accepting the fact that boredom is inevitable and it affects each of us in different ways. The good thing, though, is that, “boredom” still knows how to tire out, how to be exhausted, and by that time starts to transpire, we are about to be given an ample opportunity to make our lives less boring. Phew, I’m starting to feel that boredom is slowly escaping from my unusually eccentric thoughts right now. I guess, it’s about time to finish this write-up. I’ll just write something like this as soon as I get bored but for now, I’ll stop this. Or else, this would not sound too boring for you, wink. Thanks for making my boring time slightly and definitely worthwhile.

Exhaustion at its Best

“I’m tired”. This summarizes every thought, idea or emotion that I have harbored during these past few days. If you’re from my school, then you’ve probably seen me running around, sometimes prancing. No, I was just kidding. Well anyways, you’d see me running near the math walk or whatever you call it. All I know is that I’m tired of doing it. It’s very mundane of us to have been bothered by the worldly delinquencies and limited abilities, by stupid mistakes and frustrated efforts, and by falsified truths and cowardly lies. Well, I guess I have been bothered by at least two of those but guess what; I’m never going to tell you which is which. I’ll keep it a secret first. Besides, this is my blog, my open diary – MY tiny world in a gigantic universe.

I never wanted myself to be delinquent, but I guess fate has let me down, again. Cramming is the best way that I could ever think of when I have been bombarded with such papers, drafts, essays and sets of bloody calculus homework. This is hell. I have been exhausting myself for weeks now and I have myself alarmed when I got used to sleeping for only two hours. Imagine that. The things I do for the academe, my parents, and whoever wants my studies dedicated to. Delinquency springs not from thyself but from others. I was never born delinquent but having witnessed my friends and other acquaintances give up on something made me do so as well. See, I got myself stuck in this universal drift that is also currently making my system adapt less to a highly vulnerable environment. Fending for oneself is quite a herculean task especially for an isko but as they say, “a sense of independence here is a must-have”. In doing so, you’ll exhaust yourself and voila, I think I now have that sense of “independence”. Exhaustion is a well-used phrase here but I think the thing itself worsens every day. It might someday eat me alive or something but one thing is for sure: I’m tired; I need to go to sleep.