The Odd Number

For cats, that is. I had reached my home at around 11 PM. I went... places, to say the least. After depositing my bag on my bed, I took off for my Tito's computer shop to check the net. On my way here, I heard a lot of mating calls from the stray cats that littered our streets. It was like a chorus. It was very... interesting.

na pala. Malapit na. Malapit na akong mag-bente. Whee.

...may have done something terribly stupid that I would have to revert to my 512-MB MMC from my 1-GB one. Fuck it. I lost my 270 songs.

And I had just realized that with all the positive things happening in my life lately, something is bound to go wrong. This has got to be it. I just hope this is the only one. Shit. 

Nung isang gabi, niyaya ko ang utol ko na pumunta sa pinakamalapit na 24-hour convenience store sa amin, ang Kin Mart (na dating Mido Mart). Naka-sando lang ako nun na panloob sa short-sleeved polo na ginamit ko sa isang shoot. Kinuha kasi akong artista. At siyempre, shorts. Mas matino nang kaunti ang suot ng utol ko.

Kumuha ako ng isang Sunkist(?) Lemon Iced Tea, Choco Knots, at Nutty Choco na Loaded. Sunkist(?) Green Tea, corn chips, at isa pang chichiryang hindi ko maalala ang sa utol ko. Sagot ko siyempre. Galante ako e. *ubo ubo*

May dalawang tao(?), babae(?), pa sa harap namin kaya nag-kwentuhan muna kami ng utol ko. Sabi ko, na-holdap na naman ako sa bahay. Kinuha ng tiyo namin yung sampung piso ko. Tapos sumigaw ako, "HOLDAP!" Tumawa kami pareho.

Akalain mo namang  biglang humirit yung nasa harap. Hindi nag-register sa akin ang lahat ng sinabi nila. Patunay na wala akong pakialam sa kanila. Pinaliwanag pa sa akin ng utol ko pagkatapos. Para linear ang paglalahad ko nito sa inyo, hayaan ninyong mamaya ko na sabihin. Hahaha.

Basta ang narinig ko noon ay "Holdap?" At naaalala kong masama ang tingin sa akin nung isang tao(?). Sabi ko, "Mukha ba akong holdaper?" At umalis na sila. Nagbayad na kami ng utol ko. Ay. Ako lang pala. Kinausap rin ako ng kahera. Sabi niya, "Huwag mo nang pansinin yun." At dito ko lang nalaman ang kabuuan ng sinabi nung tae, este, tao(?).

Ayon sa utol ko, ito yun: "Holdap? Militar ang asawa ko." Blahblahblah. Di ko na maalala e. Hahaha.

Pero nung nalaman ko nga, sobrang nabuwisit ako dahil (1) hindi ako masamang tao, (2) hindi ako mukhang masamang tao, at (3) hindi ko kailangang magnakaw. Maaaring kinakapos ako sa pera paminsan pero ako na mismo ang gumagawa ng paraan para mabigyan ng solusyon ang problemang iyon. At isa pa, hindi naman ako tanga para mang-holdap nang ganoong lagay, na wala akong panakip man lang sa mukha ko at sandata. AT isa pa, may hawak akong paninda. Sinong tao ang nasa tamang pag-iisip ang mangho-holdap sa gannong kalagayan? Sila ang tanga. Nakakainis ang mga taong(?) bobo. At kulang sa pansin.

Kaya paglabas namin, tiyempong di pa naman sila nakakalayo, sumigaw kami ng utol ko, "DAY OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF!!!" Hahaha.

Masama na kung masama. Mayabang na kung mayabang. E sa ganoon talaga ako e.

Went to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with my brother a while ago. I'm back to being a kid again. Almost. But not quite. I do wish for that though. But my childhood was stolen from me long, long ago, when I was but a child.

Music survey:

First, list your 10 favorite bands/performers:
1. Foo Fighters
2. Taking Back Sunday
3. Smashing Pumpkins
4. Incubus
5. Dashboard Confessional
6. Gin Blossoms
7. Eraserheads
8. Weezer
9. Radiohead
10. A Perfect Circle

-What was the first song you ever heard by #6?
Hey Jealousy. How apt. Haha.

-What is your favorite song of #2?
Lahat ng nasa playlist ko.

-What is your favorite lyric of #5?
"And you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it." But you'll never get to read this, right?

-How many times have you seen #4 live?
Never. Asa pa.

-What is your favorite song by #7?
Lahat. At least yung sa first three albums nila. Kabisado ko pa ang pagkakasunud-sunod ng kanta. Idol. Sayang.

-Is there any song by #3 that makes you sad?
Marami. Try, Try, Try. Today. Marami pa.

-What is your favorite lyric of #2?
"I need you defenseless, dependent, and alone."

-What is your favorite song by #9?
Creep.

-When did you first get into #1?
High school. Monkeywrench!

-How did you get into #3?
I just did. Sort of.

-What is your favorite song by #4?
Just A Phase

-How many times have you seen #9 live?
Never.

-What is a good memory concerning #4?
Ewan. I just listen. And feel. Sort of.

-Is there a song by #8 that makes you sad?
They're more of the happy type. Ata.

-What is your favorite song of #1?
Sinabi ko na yung isa kanina. Walking After You. Everlong. All My Life. At marami pang iba.

-How did you become a fan of #10?
3 Libras. Enough said.

Damn.

For the past few years (or months), I have always said that I would very much want to leave the institution that "educated" me. But now that I'm getting closer to achieving that, I must admit that I'm quite scared. My options are as follows:

1. Getting a stint as an assistant instructor there. That would give me sufficient free time to review for the ECE board exams on November and for my other jobs, too. That's right. I'm thinking of keeping my part-time job at Onbooks for the meantime. Plus, I might get Dandi's job when she leaves. There, I'll be teaching high school and elementary students from ICA. Chinese, yes. Whee. Three jobs. Let's die quickly.
   
2. Submitting a resume to IBM. Why? Because that's where I took my OJT and because I think that having a job there would make my resume a bit more interesting. If that doesn't work, there are tons of opening for ECE graduates anyway. Or so I think. But if I got a job in the industry, I doubt I can review for the board exams properly. Although I doubt I'll take reviewing seriously. Hahaha.
   
3. Going to China and staying there for a year. Just last week, the SFA director and I talked to this guy from my school. He was looking for fresh grads who want to go to China. For training or to study, I don't know. Yet. I have to make the details clear. Maybe on Tuesday. Chinese. Oh yes. I'll be doubling their population there. Haha. Asa.
4. Bum? Nah. I can't. Not part of the choices. Haha.
   

I'll tell you about it. Later.

Going out with some people a while ago had made me realize that I interact with people better when the setting is online.

I had just discovered that free users can now have up to 12 user icons.  Uploaded 8 more. Whee.

I have to refrain from using "Haha" And "Hurrah" in writing. The first sounds a lot like someone's name while the latter is quite close to that name's spelling.

by Motion City Soundtrack

Let's get fucked-up and die.
I'm speaking figuratively, of course.
Like the last time that I committed suicide, social suicide.
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I have learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense. Yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department)

Let's get fucked-up and die.
I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and shortcomings,
Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
And all the things that don't get old.
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself through other people's descriptions of life.
I'm afraid, I'm alone, and entirely useless.
(In this department)

Let's get fucked-up and die.
For the last time with feeling
we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That still shock and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.

Sister soldier
You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.

God damn the liquor store's closed,
we were so close to scoring
it hurts, it destroys 'til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)

For my 22nd birthday, I had promised myself that I would quit smoking. A few hours into that promise, I am already salivating. Fuck.

I can do this. A man's word is worth nothing if he doesn't keep it. But still, words are useless.

Oh well. Birthday, Reggie. You take the fun away from these occassions.

Smoking, that is. But I have greatly reduced my intake. On average, I'm now down to four a day for three days. And, two out of those three, I was out drinking. It's hard not to smoke with alcohol around. There. I'm on the right track, I suppose. So why the hell am I feeling out of it? Why the hell am I still fucking depressed?

It's a fairly old inside joke we have here at the office when our boss mixed up the names of Las Piñas and Los Baños. Anyway, a few of us are headed over there to work on a new project. I will be away from "civilization" for about a month. I'll also take this time to think about my plans.