Buhay Talaan ni Felipe - 2

Mamaalam, tala kong may ngiti, saglit lamang, may huling habilin, sa gitna ng yong paglalakbay, sa dako mong ihihimlay dalhin ang payapa't pangakong wagas. Patawad. May lunas pa araw nananamlay mong diwa s'yang may gamay ng malay mong tilang hiram. Itong minamataa, daang tinitimbang, dala, tang kong alay. Mamaalam sa mundong kay lupit, sadya kayang nilihis sa pait. Sa gitna ng yong paghihimlay, manlako kang maghihintay. Dalhin sa paaglitis. Taglay ng tamis. Paalam. ["Alay," Aia de Leon]

miércoles, julio 13, 2005


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...nandito na ako.


* click! click! click!

sábado, julio 09, 2005

Nagsawa lang.

signing off.

viernes, julio 08, 2005


This is frustrating.

I only have 2 friends who I consider as barkada ang I can't seem to jive up our scheds for a simple tambay time.

As one of them said, "Magmarried-status ba kasi ng sabay-sabay!!! "

* sigh

jueves, julio 07, 2005

Insomnia sa Makiling street

Habang lumalangoy sa kadiliman ng silid
Habang natutulala sa liwanag ng buwan
Habang napapasilip sa mundong binabantayan ng bintana
Habang natutulog ang kamunduhan

Habang hinihintay ng aso ang pagsalubong sa araw
Habang namamasyal sa kalsada ang mga kaluluwa
Habang umiipon ang hamog sa ibabaw ng mga kotche
Habang naglalaro ang mga gamu-gamo sa mga bukas na lampara

Habang naghahalinhinan ang mga hilik
Habang ginagambala ng lamok ang aking tenga
Habang nagpaparami ang mga pusang kalye
Habang kumakanta ang mga palaka

Habang magdamag ang makina ng bentelador
Habang nagbabanta ng ulan ang langit
Habang pinipilit ng mga isdang pumikit.
Habang naglalaban ang lamig at init.

Habang umiihip ng malamig na hangin
Habang may kapit bahay na napapabahing
Habang rumoronda ang mga gwardya
Habang umuunat ang mga dingding

Ako ay nakahiga dito sa dilim,
Sa buong gabi, nakadilat ang mga mata.
Salamat sa kwento ng katahimikan.
Salamat sa kwento ng insomnia.

miércoles, julio 06, 2005


I have been a trackball user for about 5 years. I find it more convenient to use than a mouse. For one, I don't need so much "tracking space" as much as the mouse. I wouldn't even have a use for a mouse pad! And I am more comfortable controlling my fingers than my hand. Therefore, the trackball is the best PC pointing device for me. My only eternal problem with it though is that it gets oily over time. And since my fingers touch the ball itself, the internal parts get dirty too, even if you clean the ball almost everyday. Then it would come to a point that it's almost out of control. THEN I would have to buy a new trackball. I'm just so tired of it already. I'm giving up on the trackball.

Sorry Trackie baby. You have been helpful. REALLY. But you're
not as good as you were when I first met you. It's time to end it.
Your ball has been nice. But it's so HARD... so
hard to use it na, eh. Icky! Humanap ka na lang ng iba dahil
may kapalit ka na. Si Logitech Optical Mouse! He's so cute... so
small... * giggle, giggle, giggle * ...and so portable!

I just installed my lappie's USB optical mouse. I have yet to buy the PS/2 type. And even though I have a very small work space, I could get accustomed to using a mouse... again.

Mommy Computer

I got my Mom a computer early this year because she expressed interest in learning it. All of my Titas have been emailing each other except for my Mom because she has no inkling as to what a computer can do these days apart from printing documents. I told her I could teach her how to at least use the e-mail. Pumayag naman. Tho, I think she had too much wine the night I asked her that. So, I bought her a nice P4 3Ghz PC with WiFi connection. Over 6 months later, WALA. She refuses to learn computing. Natakot yata sa typing.

Kaya ngayon, the Mommy Computer is being used mostly by my nephews whenever they come over for their weekend visits. I also use it for my iPod since it has 120 Gigs of hard drive capacity.

Last night, as I was cleaning up IE's temp folder, I discovered a lot... and I mean A LOT of porn pics and links. It couldn't have been me. I wouldn't dare go to porn sites using my Mom's computer. The computer is placed in the living room and going to such sites would be like me taking a shower with a girl... TOTALLY UNIMAGINABLE. My elder nephews have been burning CDs lately using the Mommy Computer's CD burner. I never bothered to ask them what they have been burning. I didn't want to be an uzi uncle.

Kaya pala sinasara nila yung pinto kapag nasa kwarto sila. Kaya pala hindi maka-labas ng kwarto once na pumasok sila sa loob. Kaya pala nagtatawanan sila kapag ginagamit nila ang computer na 'to. Porn, porn, porn.

Ako naman ang tatawa. Buwah hwuah huwah huwah...!

martes, julio 05, 2005


It's another rainy day. The world outside looks sad. Wala lang. That's just how I feel about today's rain. Sad. Whenever it rains, i would feel either sad or nostalgic. I don't know exactly why i'd feel sad on a rainy day, but i know why i'd feel nostalgic about it. Memories of my childhood days. And even college days. Mangyari kase, back in the days when I was starting with the basics of algebra and Philippine history, during the months of June, July and August, it would rain almost everyday. At madalas din cancelled ang classes, the only chance i get to see Batibot and Sesame street on TV in the morning.

My college car took a lot of beating from driving through rough roads (walang katapusang pot holes), traffic and (almost) tire-high floods. I was blessed na never ako natirikan ng makina. I wouldn't know what to do if that ever happened to me. Uhm... Kahit ngayon, di ko pa rin alam ang gagawin ko kung mangyari sa akin yun and I'd slap myself for buying an automatic car whenever I'm reminded about it.


Rain gives an opportunity for some to make porma. They just have to hope that it will stay cold for the rest of the day. I suddenly remember a Sprite commercial with the similar situation.

"Yo... pahingi ng... Sprite..."

At biglang hinimatay si pogi.


Today I'm wearing my favorite brown bootleg jeans, my most-favored-but-not-exactly-the-favorite red collared shirt and a sports sweater. And just like any porma that prioritizes porma, it's quite useless under the rain. My pants are soaking wet, my sweater doesn't give much protection (ang tanga ko talaga, di pa ako nag-jacket) and i desperately need my running shoes.


During this season, i'm also expecting something that is in every computer freak's nightmares. Blackouts.

I have been too attached with my computer, i would go insane without it. And I hope the jelly fish specie won't play hookie again with the power plants coz things will only get NASTY.

lunes, julio 04, 2005


When I was a kid, I had this asinine notion that I was a child of an alien since nobody could explain who my real parents are. And up to a certain extent, I believed that I had super natural powers. Particularly, the power to influence things or persons just by believing.

When I was in 5th grade, a classmate called Cortez insulted me over not giving to the mission collection by telling the whole class that my family has gone poor. I cried for a while and then I thought of revenge. I stared at him for the rest of the class period and seriously thought of the word "pain." At dismissal, he fell down the staircase and broke his arm. I smirked as I passed by him, very much pleased to see that he was in pain. In 6th grade, another classmate code named Ipis played a prank on me by placing bubble gum on my seat while in the laboratory. We were doing some chemical experiment and the flames from the burners were dancing in front of me. I imagined the flames spinning around his body. A few weeks later, he showed up in school bald. He was playing with firecrackers and his hair caught fire.

I used to have a dozen white dogs and I was the only one who could fully control them. I only spoke to them in my mind and strangely enough it seemed that they could understand what I was thinking. At night, when something on the street makes them bark, I would rise up, go to the front door and tap on the wall once to call their attention. While all of them are looking at me, I would gesture the silence sign with my lips and finger, believing that they would not make any more noise, and they would all return to the back of the house and never make another sound for the rest of the night.

I'm not telling about how evil or how bizarre I was when I was a kid. I'm telling about believing in something. Faith. I didn't have super natural powers as a kid. I just had this faith on favorable possible outcome of things. And when they happen, I get delighted. The more I get powerful.

I wish I could do the same for the country. Faith in our advancement. But for that to happen, there should also be the possibility for it to happen. How can you see that leeway if our leaders prefer playing in the political playground? If the bureaucrats' main concern is to grab power? If the ill-advised citizens favor the population's demons?

If you see what I see, give me a hug. I need it now.

Everyone needs it now.


Everytime I go out driving, what I see on the streets frustrates me. Squatters, garbage, j-walkers (on edsa and SLEX pa, ha?), lousy cops (police in the Philippines are as good as shit... Literally... Bad, stinky and cannot be trusted... pure evil), traffic, and etc. But what makes me go nuts even more are the crazy bus, taxi, jeepney and even tricycle and pedicab drivers. Why oh why do they have to be so annoyingly undisciplined? They make driving in the metro a stressful and oftentimes a risky activity.

Just a reflection, if the common Pinoys can't perform simple discipline to basic activities such as driving and maintaining cleanliness in a community, how can you rely on these same people to be part of the country's progress?

The sad thing is that they represent the majority of the Pinoys.


I turned on the TV today. Watched the news. Rally dito, rally doon. Almost everyone has the same rantings, the same "demands." And I uphold the same question as before...


domingo, julio 03, 2005


10 minutes after my parents and Jet, my nephew, left for Tagaytay, I fell back on my bed and let myself be unconscious for the next 3 hours in the afternoon. I thought it was the antibiotics kicking in my system that's making me feel lazy and sleepy. But Mr. M says it's the effect of the PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE HCL CHLORPHENAMINE MALEATE PARACETAMOL (Decolgen Forte). Sorry about that. Talking to my boyfriend and our doctor friends has converted me from dull to boring. I got up at about 4pm and was in ATC 30 minutes later.

Mr. M and I watched War of the Worlds. The story is so old and too out-of-this-world, the probability that it would ever happen will never go beyond the zero level. I can just imagine my Mom exclaiming "imposible naman yan!! That's too... FANTASTIC!"


One of those words that I've gotten used to hearing while growing up.


"Napanood ko ang James Bond sa TV (teebee) kanina... Naniniwala ka ba doon? It's... FANTASTIC. Imposible!"

So ayun. Fantastic ang War of the Worlds. Fastastic in a way that the definition would equate to a Kikay's definittion of... HELLO??? (And a bading's HELLER???).

Great effects, though. And Justin Chatwin is so cute! FYI, hindi na siya teenager. 23 years old na siya. And the audience should start getting used to seeing Tom Cruise having a teen-aged kid on film. He's already THAT old. Dakota Fanning's a great female child actor. REALLY. But her character was just sooooooo IRRITATING. Kung ako yung tatay nun, pinakain ko na lang siya sa aliens. Sorry, I just hate brats.


Dinner at Recipes was BARFY. Enough said.


THEN we hung out at The Coffee Bean. Mr. M was reviewing for next week's exams while I brisked at a "Twisted" book by Jessica Zafra (Can't remember which one. Naiwan ko sa kotche, eh).

I love sarcasms.


When normal people drink coffee, they get pepped up. When I drink coffee, I get sleepy. And combined with the power of antibiotics and/or colds medicine, I'm good as drunk.

Now, if you excuse me, I got a date with my bed. I have an appointment with the animal doc 8 hours from now.

viernes, julio 01, 2005


Image hosted by Photobucket.comI just finished listening to Bamboo's first album. Ngayon lang ako nagkaroon ng time at tyaga na makinig ng isang buong album. Aba, maganda naman pala! And their 2nd album has to be good as well.

Kung hindi... WELL.... Wala. Yun na. "WELL" lang. Ehehe ehehe.

Hmmm... What else have I been up to?

I haven't taken any pictures lately. Kase nga nagkasakit ako. And it has been WET in Alabang for 2 days now.


Len emailed me 2 pics today. She's pregnant alright. Wow. Nanay na nanay na talaga. Glad to know that they're doing well at the other side of the globe. And Kei's taller now!

I miss Len.


Hindi na ako galit sa pamangkin ko na mas matanda pa sa akin. Putek. Ang GWAPO!!! At ang tangkad. Nabale yata ang leeg ko. Haaaaay. Pero feeling ko walang sabit 'to. I mean, hindi siya San Francisco kembot boy. Hindi ko siya smell, eh.




I miss the Southies.

* Sigh


May bisita kami ngayon. O heto, connect the dots nanaman. (Ahem, ahem). Ang tatay ko may kapatid na babae, si Tita Melba. Eldest yun sa kanilang magkakapatid. She's about 90 years old and living in the US of A. Ngayon, si Tita Melba may apat na anak, ang eldest nila ay babae and they call her... uhm... sheht, I forgot her name. I never met her kase. Basta, yun. And this eldest daughter has 3 kids yata. And the youngest son is in our house right now and he will be staying here until he goes back to the states. Semi-business trip niya yata ito. He's 30 years old. So, kumbaga, pamangkin ko ito. And he's older than I am.

Intro lang yan.

He's resting in the guest room right now. Hindi ko pa siya nakikita pero kumukulo na ang dugo ko sa kanya. Pumasok ako sa kwarto ko na bukas ang lahat ng ilaw ko, bukas ang aircon ko, bukas ang computer ko at pati DSL modem ko, bukas din. Aba, aba, ABA! Hindi yata tama 'yan.


Milagrong hindi pa niya hiniram yung iPod ko na katabi lang ng computer ko. Tsss!

Lahat yata ng kamag anak ng tatay ko inaaway ko. Kase naman, eh! Ang kukupal! Grrrrr!

Sige, gagayahin ko si Polgas.

* Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.


Nahirapan ba kayong maghanap ng gas station ngayong araw na may gas? My gulay. Naka 4 na gas station ko bago ako nakapag lagay ng gas sa kotche ko. Mangyari, starting July 1 may dagdag na VAT na ang gasoline. Ngayon yun, di ba? Kumbaga, nag-panic buying ng gas ang mga tao kahapon bago sila maabutan ng dagdag na presyo ng gas.

Siyempre, nakakunot nanaman ang nuo ko. May VAT ang gasolina??? Putangina. Katarantaduhan na ito. Expect everything else to raise up their prices.


At bago nanaman ang hair cut ko! Ang sarap. Ang lamig! In case hindi ko pa nasasabi dito, 3 times a month ako nagpapagupit ng buhok. Every 10th, 20th and 30th. Ayoko kaseng nagmumukhang bunot ang buhok ko. At Semikal ang hair cut ko. Pumapangit kapag hindi pantay-patay ang haba ng buhok after 7 or 8 days. At kapag lumagpas ng 10 days, mahaba na talaga ang buhok ko.

And speaking of mahabang buhok, akala ng doctor ko kanina college student pa ako. Mukha daw kase akong bata. Kaya tinanong ako kung kailangan ko pa ng medical clearance para sa prof ko. AHAHA AHAHA. O di ba, kailangan ko nanamang magpagupit ng buhok bukas???

Buwah huwah huwah huwah...!!!

* Kembot!

World's oldest person shares my birth day!

AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - A Dutch woman who swears by a daily helping of herring for a healthy life celebrated her 115th birthday on Wednesday as the oldest living person on record.

Hendrikje van Andel-Schipper, a former needlework teacher, was born in 1890, the year Sioux Indians were massacred by the U.S. military at the Battle of Wounded Knee.

The passionate soccer fan celebrated her birthday in a nursing home in the northern Dutch town of Hoogeveen.

"She eats a piece of herring every day because it's good for the health," said Johan Beijering, director of the Westerkim nursing home. "She is still mentally full of vitality."

The daughter of a headmaster, Van Andel-Schipper was born in the town of Smilde in the northern Netherlands on June 29, 1890.

Also known as Hennie, she married a tax inspector in the 1930s and was forced to sell her jewellery to buy food during the German occupation in World War Two.

"A scan of our archive reveals that Hennie is also older than the Guinness World Records holder for the oldest man living, which makes her the oldest person in the world," said Guinness World Records book editor Craig Glenday.

The world's oldest living man on record, Emiliano Mercado Del Toro, lives in Puerto Rico. He was born on August 21, 1891.

The record for the longest life is held by 122-year-old French woman Jeanne-Louise Calment who died in 1997, according to Guinness World Records (www.guinnessworldrecords.com).