it's fucking fun

K-ann and I went to a particular internet cafe that recently opened to do our make up quiz for Poetry. We actually gawked at the tiny, flat screened monitors on the desks. I could actually smell the familiar smell of a newly bought/assembled computer. What the fuck, I long wanted this kind of monitor for YunYun. Aside from looking technologically swanky, it looks light (being small and thin), and downright cute.

But before we even gawked at these wonderful monitors, we went to the serial section and I took the liberty of browsing magazines there. I originally wanted to look for the National Geographic mag but what I discovered was a monthly (bimonthly???) issue of a Poetry book: PEOTRY: the humor issue. Here's a sample:

In a Bad Mood

Joan Hutton Landis

The trout are jumping in the fucking pond,

Mike's pigs are fuck in their nasty sty.

I know you want to fuck the little blonde

Who bought around the fucking cherry pie!

Yesterday I passed the fucking site

Where three young workmen cursed their fucking luck

One said he'd like to fuck old Fuck-face White;

They all agreed--"Let's fuck the fucking Fuck!"

well, if you want other truly funny poems, you can check the book at the Serials Section, under the Science category, Pharmacology.

Yes, it was fucking misplaced.

=D

Isulong ang wikang filipino

I know I should be writing this in filipino, but my lack of vocabulary and confidence stymies me this far to deliver a sound entry about the Filipino language. But the english language is the tool that I have and I know it would be alright to make the english language a vehicle for whatever judgement I want to make about my nation. I'm already at the road to perfecting english, I can't step back, but at least, let me tell you, that I would really love to learn Filipino, and is already in the early process of doing so.

Despite my abhorrence in reading twelve articles overnight, I still found the articles about the "Wikang Filipino" enlightening and fun. Along with those feelings, I also felt suddenly guilty and ashamed of myself for not valuing the filipino language. I did not, and never, thought that the filipino language is dull or "baduy" as shallow people put it; rather, I was completely taken by the english language and thought of the benefits one would have if he/she mastered it. So I did.

But now, reading Almario, Randy David, and Conrado de Quiros among others state their opinion blended in fascinating facts is eye-opening. It is a read every filipino citizen must read in order to be informed with what truly happened from our early languages through the spanish and american regime and up to the present with so many external factors exerting their influences upon our culture, beliefs, and language (mtvzation, showbizlingualization???).

Whenever I walk the length of going to my building (situated near dapitan) from the espanya gate, I am allowed a few minutes of contemplating whatever I need to contemplate. Earlier, I was thinking just how wondeful the filipino language is, especially with its borrowed spanish words. But even without the spanish and american derivation of words, the language still sounded deep and mystical, rolling in my tongue artfully, delicately, sophisticatedly. Amusing really. Try reading aloud a filipino poem. Go on, try it.

It would take time before I can write a truly accurate, pure filipino piece. But I would like to, sa totoo lang. Talaga! As in!

Haha! But you know, being a polyglot is so much better. But I am sincere when I said i wanted to learn the pure language of filipino, but I'm not giving up on english either or other languages for that matter. I don't think I'm being a traitor or whatnot. But you gotta hate mediocrity.

Sue me then. But let me tell you, the filipino language rocks so you better take a second look before condemning it "baduy" or dull.



*Isn't if funny that higher countries are trying their hardest to achieve english proficiency, while US, a developing nation who could boast HAD been proficient in english is gradually declining its usage? it could be that students are becoming more and more "ignorant" of this language, but that could be the Filipino language working its way through the youth and the rest of the philippine population. It's a two faced situation: both good, both bad (I still think that we need English but then...things change...and before you know it...it's Chinese language we'll need). While well-developed countries are forwarding to their er...bright future through the english language, We, on the other hand, are going backwards, tracing back in time to search for that long missing, long shunned identity. THEY have broken the surfaces, WE are diving back to the black waters.

poor identity.

Write Blind

Seeking the true
golden light
He pulled out his eyes
and let the blood
gush down
on painfully white
paper
and they saw
with their equally blind eyes
the glaring beauty
He wrote.

I know I suck in poetry. Yes, I do. If getting low grades in quizzes is just stalling, then what it is? writing diarrhea? (as J.G. Villa once said towards a student)
This is a poem I wrote while mr. Wigley was giving his insightful comments and lectures regarding poetry. The title is Write Blind. God knows why I chose to write something about Writing Blind. But whatever it is, malapit na ang Ustetika...that's what matters.

Good luck sa ating lahat na sasali! Hanga ako sa mga sasali sa filipino category!

Romance going dooooown the drainage...!

I have been or had been an avid fan of Judith McNaught. Famous writer of historical romances. Hey, we all know that 99.9 percent of women read romances historical or contemporary, just don't go barfing over the computer because you feel like to whenever "Romance" comes in your way, because if you want to just put it off for awhile.

I wanted to express my thoughts about Romance novel. THe very first I read was "Knight in shining armor" by Jude Deveraux--and I was devastated that a bookstore should sell a "Porn book", that's what I labeled it then, being the innocent/hypocrite prude that I am. Whatever it is, I had to admit that I liked it and so was her The Heiress.

Here comes McNaught sauntering by and I grabbed her novel "Until You" and was fine with it, but when I read her Almost Heaven and Something Wonderful I was delighted! it was the true romance drama every teenager bordering on adulthood should read...simply fantastic.

But as time goes by...I realized just how stale it is. Romance novels have the same hackneyed elements (here comes the highlander man...incredibly rich...detached...devilish...buff...dropdead handsome...darkhaired...and darkhaired...and darkaired...and of course oozing with sex appeal...Here comes the damsel in distress...sexy...innocent...kind...stupid...) and yet we still buy that same old crap. It is so trite I can't bear to read a romance novel without me glaring at it and holding it at arm's length away from me.

When Pia lent me Whitney, My Love I was enthusiastic because McNaught may have written stereotyped heroes but her stories are nonetheless a consolation. But it turned out to be somewhat...nasty...I mean let's tone it down a little...it doesn't look promising even with a truly interesting plot. Her characters are just so...repetitive, they are just outfitted differently.

I mean it doesn't stop with her...it goes with every romance writers. I think it may have been their editors forcing them to write something as sickly used as it already is because the majority wants this and wants that. I guess Mr.--- was right when he said that the true writers are the poor ones because theirs (work) don't sell--not because it is tasteless or dull. Writers who are after monetary matters write what they are told to write and they flourish...financially.

The basis for this entry dripping with sarcasm is that when you read a Romance novel it is just too good to be true. It is a fairy tale that is glaringly distant and untrue. Maybe things from romance novels happen...with celebrities...but they don't always live happily ever after. I want to write a complete essay of this because my opinions are just overflowing. But I can't write them all here and present them to you post-haste. This entry must already have lots of grammatical errors. And frankly, there are things I wanted to write here that may offend you...initially.

But whatever it is, I just wanted to let out the thoughts that had been triggered with my reading one romance novel. I had long given up on trite romance novels and is in constant search of that unique romance novel that will not make you grimace, at least. Fortunately, there are a few good ones out there.

So I realized that there are certain romance writers who are going down the drainage (for people like me). They are just so damn perfect...it is disappointing.

Problem solved albeit...

2 new posts below. I changed the template because I had some glitch over it. But here it is! new blog name and new url! hehe babaguhin ko pa yan kaso wala pa akong time. I lost some of the tags including the shounenai fanlisting button, but no sweat! I'll have them back in time...I hope...
anywho, this is still under going construction...as usual...

3G's for you!

Go Gary Granada!

I never thought this mustachioed hobbit would possess an adorable wit and humor, and a mesmerizing guitar playing. He was vaguely introduced to us by Sir--- last year but I didn't pay any special attention or what...until he had his symposium.

I know this entry is way late already, but I'd like to express the lasting impression he left us weeks ago. I liked him when he sung "Babadup-badup" a simple song about a gay. But what really won my heart was when he joked that he is forever courting Noel Cabangon--a fellow famous musician. Yay! hehehehe!

But generally, he really is just a happy man who happens to play the guitar and nurtures some insights about our nation and it's condition (government! government!) His music can be donwloaded for free. Up until now the only song that I have downloaded yet was his "Address" however my tight schedule wouldn't allow me to download everything with so little time I have.

Anyhow, I just wanted to express my admiration for his light humor and guitar-playing. He really is something. >.< V

Some light musings

I was in the jeepney on my way to UST when Prof.---(I don't name names here)'s word came floating in my mind like a jellyfish would when you're in the middle of the sea. If there is one thing that I disagree with him with his insights, that would be his belief that animals shouldn't be loved yada yada yada. But he did make a point about environmentalists and mother nature, that we are saving Mother nature just to save our asses from becoming extinct or what. If anything, misanthropy kicks in and you are made to think that yeah, we are horrible creatures feeding on mother nature and She wants us OUT as in OUT to oblivion. If natural disasters aren't effective enough in wiping the whole humanity, Mother nature always has Viruses to do the tough job: slow but sure. It's evidence enough that we haven't found out yet the cure to this lovely viruses. It's a race against mother nature and father time and we aren't sure who's going to win like we were when Pacquiao and whathisname faced each other. It is amusing, really, because I began to think of the all time loved virus: Colds. Up until now we have no cure to this seemingly innocuous viruses invading our cold days and nights. Medicines offered for them (like Neozep) aren't really there to eradicate these viruses, rather, they just mask the symptoms. If ever this snivelling world found a--eureka! cure to this virus--then would the time come when every population of this world come rushing to hospitals and clinics to be cured? that would be a spectacle! You will never see a hospital as cramped as sardines! And then the streets and malls would be empty! Everybody are gone from their houses! Every news would feature this spectacular event--but then no oen will because even the news anchors and the staffmen are gone to have their vaccinations or what. No one would be going to parks and you would notice that SM is as spacious as the whole continent of AFrica.
THere would no longer be Neozeps. Hankies are now used for decorative purposes. Tissues are exclusively for toilet uses. And you will never have to say the words "Bless you" or "Gesundheit" to anyone anymore. It is now an archaic word.

BUt then, if these things were to happen, I'd sorely miss the red nose I have whenever I'm assailed by these viruses because honestly I think I look cute when I have a red nose and watery eyes.

^.^ v

missing???

Miguel told me he couldn't access my blog through the UST computers (browsers), I can't figure out why. It could be the comp of UST itself or the Microsoft Internet Browser who's got a problem. If the browser can't read a tag I edited, why now? I did not tweaked any of its tags lately. Maybe I was banned or something?!

Well, I'll just try to solve the mystery later. Darn....

Suicidal na aso

Aba! alam niyo ba na habang ginagawa ko yung entry sa ibaba nito yung "A comically suicidal story" e tumakbo yung katulong namin habang nasa kalagitnaan ako ng madamdamin kong rebyu para sa nobela at sabi, "Si Ty (yung aso namin na saksakan ng ka-gwapuhan kahit mongrel kasi mukha siyang pandak na golden retriever) hinuhuli sa labas (may nanghuhuli sa amin ng mga lakwatserong aso)." Aba, kahit nasa kalagitnaan ako ng isang madamdaming rebyu para sa nobela ni Uno Chiyo, lumabas ako at kumaripas ng takbo, mahirap na pag nahuli yon, tutubusin pa yun, isip ko. Aba e, tinakbo ko yung mahabang street namin hanggang sa kanto at humi-hingal ko pang pinag masdan yung mukhang pedicab na kinalalagyan ng mga asong hinuli. Handa na sana ako makipag diskusyon o di kaya ay mag drama dun sa drayber ibalik lang yung aso namin kaso malayo na siya at pagod na rin ako kakatakbo. Tumakbo ako pabalik para sabihin sa nanay ko na eksperto na sa mga "search-out" ng magaling naming malanding aso. Nang pagbalik ko nakita ko si Ty patakbo sa bahay namin, natakot yata. Natatawa na lang yung kapitbahay namin sa akin at ikinuwento na Kino-korner ng naghuhuli yung aso namin kaso nakatakas at nagtago. Walang hiya! anak ng tokwa! pinagod lang ako, nawala pa yung "train of thoughts" ko para sa madamdaming rebyu ko sa nobela ni Uno Chiyo. Takbo ulit ako sa loob ng bahay namin at sabay upo sa kompyuter at nag type, hanggang matapos ko ang "A Comically Suicidal story" na entry ko. Narinig ko na lang yung katulong namin na patawang sinabi sa Nanay ko "Beterano na daw aso mo ha! sabi nung naghuhuli."

Wala lang... share ko lang... hehe = P

A comically suicidal story.

I am or was reading a book entitled "Confessions of Love" by Uno Chiyo in the middle of my prelims. And I took the trouble of spending more than half of my time in finishing it. This is a japanese love story. If you think the story is about Boy meets Girl, Boy loses girl, Boy gets girl, and they live happily ever after and all that crap, well you're in for a VERY strange ride. This is the novel young innocent girls shouldn't read. And that's not because of any sexual scenes, I might add.

The backdrop is in Japan in 30's and it actually, and I say ACTUALLY, revolves around a famous artist/painter named Yuasa Joji. This story explores the rare side of the philandering husband and his amorous affairs. When I generalize the story excluding the ending, it's a story of a man who is constantly assailed by despair and isolation. It's actually deep but it turns out to be more than deep, it is abyssmal in its story. He relates to us his life having a cold wife and child, to having a second wife and all the while maintaining (or rather messing) his passionate love for the unattainable Saijo Tsuyuko. When one reads this story without any training from Ma'am Macapagal, one would think that this is one hell of a worthless book with a protaganist chasing around, feeling various emotions, and having a very confusing love affair. If one does not follow the depressing moodswings and thoughts of Joji, you wouldn't be able to figure this story out and wouldn't bother throwing the book aside; but even if you try to meticulously follow it, you wouldn't get it at all. Actually, when i was reading the story it was like reading a japanese version of Dead Stars by Paz Marquez Benitez, and at the same time recalling to mind the star crossed lovers Romeo and Juliet.

As I neared the ending that was really turning out good in a dark, beautiful, chilling way, the story ended abruplty and outrageously! I reacted as how Mr. Wigley had when he read (as he told us) that one particular short story which ended so abruptly. I was so distraught I immediately searched out for a review or analysis of the said book but ended up reading reviews that has negative sentiments about it (and so I ended up here...). I know it is not a worthless read nor a "boring one" as one reader had stated. But what truly befuddles me is to think whether I was reading a sincerely good story and that I had missed the crux of it or that it is simply a story laid out from the experience of the author herself--Uno Chiyo who has numerous love affairs and abandons them one after another eventually when she's bored or what. Whatever it is, I have to know it because the book has made me restless and until I find that satisfying message that author is trying to convey the weird story will continue to haunt me.

On a good note, Uno Chiyo's story somewhat provided me an insightful glimpse into one of the somewhat dark recesses of the human nature. If her story both fascinated and disappointed me, (anticlimactically) it has more than inspired me to write in the same fashion (but not imitating her, excuse me). It's as if this "comically suicidal story" held a certain beauty to me that pushes me to write my own stories also tackling about the bitter and slightly dark side of human nature. I will not tell you how the ending went about, but it will hold your attention and then drive you nuts with the last paragraph, thinking you must have missed the nuances that are SO Japanese.

Oh well...that's literature for you.

Reopened

Reopened my shounen-ai blog. You can just drop by here. Will change the above link in due time. Anywho, just downloaded "This guy's inlove with you pare" by Parokya ni Edgar, medyo late na ako...kailan pa itong kantang ito ngayon ko lang dinownload, hehe...whatever *grin* =D

Comme Toujours!

Yay! after a long and hard search in Limewire, I was able to download the french song "Comme Toujours" by Les Negresses Vertes. Comme Toujours when roughly translated means As Always! This is the song that makes me want to skip about the quaint streets of Paris with a handsome hurdy-gurdy man under the french moon! hehehehe!

Again

Friday late afternoon: I began to feel the stirrings of an upcoming fever by manifestation of a headache and a painful tonsil. By Poetry time I wasn't feeling well already, I couldn't focus on anything and I felt my temperature rising. At seven o' clock as I boarded a jeep, I knew I was certainly having a fever and began doubting if I'll ever make it alive to our house (thinking I might faint or collapse somewhere else on my way home). I decided to take a brief sleep in the jeep, I was so deep asleep I hit the side of my head with a loud thunk against a metal railing of the jeep. It was so hard I snapped awake and couldn't continue my sleep for the next five minutes, people must have been laughing at me. By this time, I was feeling horrible enough to believe I was not going to survive this trip. In addition to my head and tonsil, my eyes, my upper nasal passages, my back, and my feet hurt; so that when I headed to my second conveyance, it hurt even to walk. It didn't help either that the two students beside me were chatting loudly with each other while every passenger in the second jeep sat quietly, painfully aware of the conversation between the two college student. What truly annoyed me with the two is that they seem not to care that we could hear their conversation, it's as if they ARE making their voices loud and clear for everybody to hear just how lovely their conversation is, with a matching innocent look. Their voices were so childish they sounded dumb. They probably wanted the passengers to know either they are med/nursing students, or they are having a wonderful shitty life, or that she should have told her prof that the pulse was radius. Perhaps to an ordinary girl, their conversation is typical and shallow, but in a state where your nerves, temperature, and patience is heightened their conversation would sound more than shallow...it was completely dumb.