long time no post

gotta be quick. baka magtopak uli globe. ilang beses na ako nag-attemp na mag-post, kaya lang di kaya mag-publish. hmf!

dont worry, i dont have anything yucky to tell you guys. im trying to get to know my spiritual self better. haha. last saturday our whole class went to tarlac. up the mountain to attend mass. sosyal noh, misa lang sa taas pa ng bundok. dun kami sa monastery of tarlac. parang baguio nga, zigzag and daanan paakyat. dun kasi nakatago yun isa sa mga 3 pieces ng cross ng jesus. di naman pinakita yun cross mismo, yun lalagyan lang. boo! walang kwenta. tapos ngaun pinapagawa kami ng "mahabang" reflection paper.

pero in fairness, ang ganda ng lugar. maliit lang yun simbahan, pero yun area surrounding it maganda. tapos makikita mo yun mga mountains, yun village na may maliliit na mga bahay, yun malawak na green grass...ay basta, maganda siya. sorry, di ako poet. i cant describe it very well. all i know is if i were a painter, i would have love to stay there forever and paint the scenery. naks!

enjoy naman buong klass. may karaoke pa sa bus ride. by class number! so walang takas! guess what i sang? alam mo naman, ironic talaga buhay ko. galit ako kay sarah geronimo pero napunta pa rin sa akin yun "forever is not enough" niya. pero okay na rin yun, kaysa kay piolo pascual. yuck! yun ibang songs may rap, natuwa buong class kasi pati theo prof namin naki-rap. hahaha...

pero dun lang siya nakakatuwa. kasi ba naman, ang arte niya. pinadonate niya kami. each and everyone of us. isang sako ng bigas, cooking oil, mga kape, gatas, condiments, toothbrushes, toothpastes etc...pero nagcomplain pa rin theo prof namin. umabot ng 2 boxes and 2 big plastics ang donation ng buong class, pero ang sabi niya, "kung ganyan lang kaunti ang ibibigay niyo, wag na kayo pumunta." hello, sino tinatakot niya? parang may gusto pumunta sa una. kasi naman, 5:45 am ang leave ng bus. anong oras na kaya kami magigising. eh 6:30 pm pa naman uwian namin the day before kasi may lab. parang di niya alam tuloy kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng "donation".

ay bahala siya.

wala kami paxok ngaun!!! wahahaha. st. tomas aquinas day kasi. pero dami namang assignments and quizzes. kasi prelim week na namin next week. as usual, nagpoprocastinate rin yun mga profs dito.

nakakatuwa compa lab namin ngaun. lalo na yun practicals. lahat kami bagsak! hahaha....well...

we just dissected sharky cielo (shark ng group ko; 4 kami sa isang group). ang lalaki ng liver niya! parang saging! haha. pero mas malaki pa sa saging. dissected na rin si pidgeotto (our pigeon). wala kaming turtles, sa ibang group yun. pero pinatay na rin. kawawa nga mga hayop eh. yun mga pigeons nilunod, pero di naman sila nag-struggle. tapos sa mga turtles naman, hinila yun mga ulo para i-injection yun leeg ng lason. sniff. tapos ang brutal ng pagtanggal ng mga shells (carapace and plastron). ginamit ang saw. tapos makikita mo yun mga dugo dugo. madugo rin sa pigeon. ginupit mga ribs, pagkatapos hinila ang lahat ng feathers, para makita yun mga visceral organs. makikita mo yun mga gloves namin puro dugo talaga. parang nag-opera kami ng tao.

pero there's one subject that still didnt change. p.e. volleyball. di pa rin ako marunong mag-serve. yun pinanood ko yun twilight, nasabi ko sa sarili ko na i know how bella feels. kasi sa amin, sa akin din lagi patungo ang bola at di ko talaga siya natatamaan ng maayos. at ilang beses na rin akong natamaan sa kung anu-anong parte ng aking katawan. sniff.

pero you know what again? i feel happy. i dont know why. a while ago, i was eating lunch, and then i realized that im happy. parang ang dami bigla ng endorphins ko sa katawan. gusto ko sumigaw sa tuwa. pero i dont really know why. i just feel happy. i kept on thanking God nga eh. though i dont know what He did to me. buti ngaun medyo nag-normal na emotions ko. haha

you know what's yuckier?

my ust friend came from Baguio and gave me a keychain gift. you know, the typical keychains that are made of wood.

it has my name written on it.

and the disgusting part?

it's shape like a penis.

well, it was carved to be like a penis. very detailed actually.

not that i know what one really looks like.

it's my sister who affirmed it since as a student nurse, she sees a lot of penises on her duties.

and now, i have a very hard penis in my room........hehe >_<

it's january????

do you know that pringles has lactic acid? oh sorry, stupid question. it's just that the internet is soooo slow that i had nothing to do but read the ingredients printed on the pringles can. this is all my elder brother's fault. he did nothing in his christmas break but download movies. maybe i should call the cops and report about a brother of mine who's pirating movies. that should put him out of the house. but then, my mother might murder me if she realizes that she has to produce money for the bail.

wow, i just realized that my last post is on december 4. almost a month from now. well, i dont have anything to apologize since i have nothing to post anyway. or that my sister is hogging the computer most of the break. or that stupid globe doesnt give a good signal for the internet.

you wanna know what i've been doing this break? aside from the sleeping for more than 12 hours and eating and drinking and watching pirated dvd's my father bought? why should i tell? it's embarrassing. you'll just laugh. or maybe pity me.

okay.

i've been reading books.

love stories.

specifically romantic stories about "virile" indian men and "passionate" white women.

yeah, gag right.

these books are old. well, older than the stupid 19 years (ouch!) of my existence. these are the books my mother and her sisters loved to read when they were teenagers. my mom gave these books to my sister and i. i dont know if i should even consider them as my inheritance. hahaha.

crap, im so mean. my mom and 4 aunts love these books.

but anyway, some of the books are not that bad. i mean some have serious plots and are not wholly about romance. and i have to admit the novels are informative about the history of america. the wars and the treaties between the whites and the reds (indians). though i didnt really remember the name of the wars and treaties. im reading for entertainment, not history.

and i tell you, i was really entertained!!

wahahaha...

dont worry, im not becoming some pervert who enjoy the sex and rape parts. it's just that some of the scenes are really ridiculous and i just cant take them seriously. there's this novel entitled "cheyenne captive" about a 'virile' indian who kidnapped a white woman.

well anyway, i cant take it seriously because the white woman is naked half of the novel. okay, almost half of the novel. im serious. what is wrong with the author anyway? and the white woman and the indian already had sex on chapter 3. ugh. and they had more sex. and more. but that's not the reason she was naked almost half of the story. it's because she was almost rape four times by different man of different cultures. can you believe that? there were indian, two americans and a spanish rapist. geez. but she was never raped because her indian lover would always come on the nick of time. sayang! the indian's name is Iron Knife. so you can always read the white woman saying these lines breathlessly....."Oh Iron Knife, i knew you would come....Oh Iron Knife, i wouldnt know what to do without you!!.....You are my life Iron Knife, i would never go back to Boston!, it's only you that i want!!" and my personal favourite..."Iron Knife, take me!!"

wahahahahaah......grabe, nakakatawa talaga!! pati sa mga rape scenes natatawa ako!!

actually, i think the author is a sadist. there was this antagonist indian girl name Gray Dove. she's always trying to seduce Iron Knife with her big boobs. anyway, she was gang raped when she was 14. the scene was so detailed actually. shudder. but you dont have to pity Gray Dove. she's ruthless. Gray Dove also had sex a lot of times with different men so you can imagine how many sex parts the novel has.

when i think about it now, i dont know where the climax of the novel is. parang tuloy tuloy lang kasi yun story. no climax. it just end. and i really got pissed off because the author kept on repeating the same adjectives...soft shoulders...heavy breasts...tiny waists...but nothing could beat this when it comes to the number of times mentioned..."she could see his manhood rising under the loincloth" or something like that.

hahaha....

i am now very disturb....but have no fear...im trying to bring my brain back in order by reading gaudium et spes written by the second vatican council for my theo report this january.

: )