The Right Kind of Famous

02 January 2013

I want to be famous.

Who doesn't want to be famous? Perhaps people under the witness protection program. Me, I want to be famous like nobody else has ever become. I want to be famous for everything I have ever done and anything I will ever do. Even buying groceries. I want people to be like "Oh my god! Ernest Angeles buys San Miguel Beer, Chicken, and Fried Chicken breading! Then he rents Die Hard! I totally eat beer and eat fried chicken while watching Bruce Willis action movies too!"

I don't want to be just any famous guy. I have listed down four qualities I want my kind of fame to have.

First, I want it to be Big. I want everybody to know my name and my face. I would be walking into a train station and all CCTV cameras would suddenly point to me. My face would be in billboards across EDSA and the North Luzon Expressway. I would be endorsing everything. Even feminine wash. It would be like "Ernie Angeles likes your vagina to smell like MAYAMAN Feminine wash, now with formaldehyde!" and people would buy it, even men would but it. I want there to be action figures of me and toy geeks would be like "Yeah, the new Hasbro Ernie Angeles release is pretty cool, it even comes with a computer chair stand and different wig attachments but I still like the v1 release, the face was more realistic and they used better material." I want people to know me so much that figures of speech have been made about me like "He ernie-d the pavement." which would mean he drank lots of beer or something. I want my name and my face to be everywhere.

Next, I want it to be Lasting. I don't want to be just a fad. I want to be famous like Shakespeare! After the initial attention has died down people will start studying my life and work in schools. There would be chapters in history books entitled "From the Early Post-Modern period to the Rise of Ernie". Hundreds of years after my death, preschoolers will be making dioramas from scenes of my life. Kids will be like "Yeah, this is called the Redefinition of Awesomeness." and other kids would go "Dude, everybody does Redefinition of Awesomeness dioramas, mine is The Mastering of Megalodons." School buildings will be named after me, I would be in every currency of every country. People would name their children after me and people would be like "Dude, that's a cool name."

Thirdly, I want it to be Annoying. I want to be so famous that I would regret being famous. I want to come to a point in my life where I could say to people that "Yeah, fame isn't everything it's hyped up to be. It's fucking annoying." I want to have to buy a new car and house every week because people keep finding out where I live and shouting outside holding up signs saying how much they love me. I want to not be able to watch a TV show without a mention of my name or seeing my face in the commercials and I would just cut-off all connection to the outside world because there is too much of me. I want to have to have a personal chef and personal farm because all the food packaging in grocery stores has my name or face on it and it sickens me. I want to be so famous that I will want to time travel and beat myself up at this moment of my life that I made this blog post and shout "YOU HAVE NO IDEA! YOU CURSED ME! YOU CURSED US! YOU CURSED FUTURE YOU. YOU FOOL!"

Lastly, I want my fame to be Significant. I don't want to be famous for something stupid like a youtube video or saying "Lady Arwen, we cannot delay." I want to be famous for world changing shit. Like I wrote a book or something and people were like "OH MY GOD, THIS IS THE BEST THING WRITTEN EVER. THE WORLD HAS TO CHANGE TO MAKE IT WORTHY TO BE WHAT CONTAINS THIS BOOK," or something similar. I want people to cry so much in my wake that the sea level would rise. I to be so significant that my grave would always have visitors, every fucking day. The visitors would bring their children to my grave and say things like "Back in my day, we used to worry a lot. We used to have war and lots of unnecessary violence. evil, sadness and bad stuff. This man, this man made sure you won't have that." Yeah, I want the thought of me to bring tears to people's eyes, even those who never actually met me.

Yeah, Big, Lasting, Annoying, Significant, that's the kind of fame I want.
I want to be even more famous than god.
In short, I want to be BLAS Famous.
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
BLASFAMOUS! Get it? HAHAHAHAHA! I'm a fucking genius.
Yeah the whole thing was  a lead up to that. It was wonderful. Feel free to ignore everything else except the joke. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah crap, I'm funny.

Woooh, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! Blasfamous, still can't stop laughing.

Urban

22 March 2012

Urban

My heart is asphalt and concrete

Poured in a frame of steel

With windows of glass and plastic

Painted pink and white and teal

Bound by wires of copper

Pumping gasoline and flood

Through black veins of rubber

Spewing smoke and light and crud.

Hello, Lady Forever

15 September 2011

This is my first attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet, inspired (or at least patterned in a way) from Shakespeare's Sonnet 104. I know the iambs aren't perfect, please forgive it this time, it's a first draft :)), I'll get the hang of writing with the stress of syllables in consideration as I write this stuff (I hope). This was originally intended as a class assignment now it also is signal of my return to dipping my foot in the cold sea that is poetry.

Hello, Lady Forever

 

You shall not age like leaves do fall at fall.

My eye sees you eternal and divine.

For in the land time did and will take toll,

But to your grace all beauty did align.

Three seasons that does not seem that much cold,

Nor did summers that passed burn like before.

Gone is the beauty of nature I’m told.

Those lovely pearls have fallen on your shores.

The land is cloaked by your eternal face.

The shadows will and shall live above life.

Are you the gift god made just to disgrace.

The very earth he cut with his own knife?

For pretty things fade ugly at your shade.

You killed all other beauty God has made.

A Toast with Myself: In Defense of Drinking Alone

30 March 2011

Somewhere, somehow, somebody decided that it was not a good idea for people to be drinking alone. That drinking alone is a sure sign of teetering on the edge or deep emotional issues that need be resolved immediately by interventions or, at the very least, drinking with friends. Surely you know of this? I've been getting a lot of smack for my habit of drinking alone (and the sometimes preference of it over drinking with friends), people have been suggesting I get therapy, calling me an alcoholic and similar stuff, and I don't mind the concern, I just don't think there is anything to be concerned about.

This frowning upon drinking alone may be because alcohol is generally viewed as the social lubricant, and having nothing to lubricate but still pouring out the lubricant just doesn't make sense to some people. In this society if you drink alone you must be depressed, or troubled, or downright pathetic, which is sad since it need not be like that at all. Now I won't deny that I do drink alone when I'm depressed, but depression isn't the main reason for drinking alone. The reason I drink alone is because I like being alone and I like drinking, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with doing them together.

Whenever friends tell me I shouldn't be drinking alone I ask them why they think so and the answers can't get any lousier; "It's friggin' emo.", "It's not gonna help you, man", "It'll make you sadder". Now, again the presumption is that drinking alone is done when you are sad, solitude is not the same as sad! When one drinks alone one finds an opportunity to converse with oneself similar to the way we converse when drinking with a group, the alcohol lubricates the internal lines of communication too.

When I drink alone I am not required to keep my end of a conversation, talk about something I have no great interest for, pretend to care about some pitiful problem of some guy who thinks drinking with friends means getting advice while drunk. Drinking alone is about relinquishing the problems and loosening up, letting shit go and just relaxing. Since I talk a lot when with my friends, drinking alone is when my mind finds no need to engage anyone in a conversation.

Now I can go on and tell you how to drink alone or what to drink when alone but it won't really matter, drinking alone is about being with yourself and you should decide what that should be like. Personally I prefer an ice-cold beer and a bag of Cheetos, but every now and then a man would want some whiskey on the rocks.

Now cut the people who drink alone some slack, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just prejudice. To say that drinking alone is a sure sign of alcoholism is AA bullshit. First of all it considers us powerless over the "drug" then telling us how we should relinquish our concerns to a "higher power", we are not powerless against alcohol, we're not even alcoholics! Has anybody even considered the reason for drinking alone? How about simple appreciation of alcohol? Doesn't that count? How about 'time for myself'? The taboo of drinking alone has been intensified because of these beliefs.

Ernest Hemingway has been quoted; "I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company" it indeed is. But it's  better than drinking with an actual person, the bottle doesn't jabber or judge, the bottle doesn't mind if you get drunk as shit, and you don't have to worry about who is gonna drive the bottle home. Go ahead, drink alone, you are perfectly sane.

"I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.
That, and my shadow, makes us three."

(Poem From: Drinking Alone by Li Po)

Writer's Lurgy

30 January 2011

My name is Ernesto Dakila, I'm a writer. Well, sort of.

It's been a while, these past few weeks have taken a lot from me and I haven't gotten around writing something worth reading for the small population who think time is worth wasting reading whatever I come up with. It feels like I've been drained of things to say. Things have been happening and they've been keeping me busy, you'd think I'd be writing about it first chance I get. I didn't, I've been letting opportunities, ideas, and inspiration slip past me too often. Aside from the occasional want to rant about unrequited love and school and friends I have nothing, I avoid those rants for fear I come off as a fourteen year old emo kid.

Unlike fourteen year-olds though, we adults (legally) have alcohol and cigarettes. With the help of both I have been scribbling some pretty interesting stuff, I hope to share them with you some time. But in the meantime this is what you get, a writer going on and on about not writing enough.

I started writing this entry some time around half past eight, it is now half past midnight, I've been distracted by social networking, e-mails, movies, news, and lots of other things the internet has to offer. I'm not very good at the whole "close yourself from the world and get to writing" thing. Even if I do it long hand, I pause, I look around, I eat, I smoke, I talk to people. then I write again.

I'm a writer in bursts. Which perhaps, isn't helping me become a very good one.

My use of the language isn't elevated, my diction isn't noble, I must learn these things. I have to be better at this. But first, I must write.

(Oh look at how I ended this blog entry, just making a quick escape, not even giving proper support for my end statement, I'm really really tired.)

The Sparrow

20 October 2010

The Sparrow 

by Ernest Angeles

A gallant day,

Of come what may,

There came the man and his sparrow,

In desert heat,

On blistered feet,

He speaks of love found, lost and followed.

 

Heart was weary--

Did not see me--

 Only by eyes of his sparrow,

            With eyes and beak,

            Not find but seek,

The love he swore to follow.

 

            On the east path,

            Blocking it sat,

A man with eyes of a sparrow,

            “Man,” said he,

            “Could you he be—

The man I am set to follow?”

            “Journey not yours

            of feet and oars,

But through the eyes of your sparrow,

            With it, flutter,”

            Man did utter,

To the path that you seek not follow.”

Your Mom is Looking for Comic Book Artists!

04 October 2010

YOUR MOM'S KOMIKS is a newly established group of young new Komiks writers looking for artists to collaborate with in a number of projects we have in line.

Munting samahan lang naman ng mga komikerong naghahanap din ng komikero na gusto gumawa kasama namin. Madaming titles na nakapila, may mga writer kasi kaming walang kakayahan i-drowing ang sarili nilang mga kwento kaya naghahanap kami ng mga gustong sumali sa amin!

Kung mahilig ka sa komiks, marunong ka magdrowing ng komiks, nakakaintindi ka ng comic script aba kontakin mo kaagad ako! Kelangan kita!

Plano naming matapos ang aming mga proyekto at mailabas ang unang anthology sa Summer Komikon sa Mayo.

Kontakin mo ako!

E-mail : estongdakila@live.com

Kung may kilala kang tingin mo gusto din gumawa ng komiks pakilala mo sa akin! Salamat!

It's a Blog, What Do You Expect?

07 September 2010

Did you expect perfect use of language? Impeccable grammar? Correct Spelling? Did you expect discussions on the philosophy of language? In-depth analysis of political events? Scientific research papers? It's an effin' blog, you get as good grammar as I can come up with while typing with as little thought processing as possible. The closest thing to philosophical thinking would be bullshit armchair philosophy. The closest thing to in-depth analysis would be biased ranting about hearsay, and I'm not even touching scientific research, never.

This is a blog, and it's about bullshit emotions and stupid slice of life stories written in the crappiest possible.

Having said those stupid excuses, I'm gonna start with the vague allusions and senseless statements again. Not now, but soon.

----

Okay, maybe a little now.

I feel like a dick when I'm with you. I feel like I'm trying to come-off as something impressive and always falling short. I metaphysically slap my forehead every now and then for saying something stupid, or just plain acting like an idiot. There is so much of me that speaks of staying calm, of just being myself, but I end up doing these stupid things anyway. Or at least I think they're stupid, maybe you don't. I don't have enough balls to risk it.

I know it's futile and stupid and I'm not doing myself any favors by obsessing over it, it's just that there's nothing I can do. It's too late, what opportunity I may have had I lost a long time ago. I never recognized it. And even if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it.

There is very little in this, this, whatever it is that stays and keeps us strangers from each other. Too little for me to try to figure out what it is. Too little, so we stay like this, on opposite sides of I don't know what. You just going on with your life. Me obsessing over this border I cannot cross, the fence I cannot see, the walls I cannot remove.

You Were Crying

07 August 2010

I had a dream sometime back, I don't remember much of it now.

Just the bits, Just some pieces.

It was a vacation outing of sorts in a place that looked very much like the one they went to at that teen movie, TRIP, I think it's called. It was the gang, the usual bunch, there we're many of us.

You were crying, sitting in some deck of sorts, with wooden planks for a floor. You were scared, I think, or maybe your mom called and told you bad news, I can't remember.

I promised you I'll be there, I said I always have been, I asked you to let me hold you forever.

You and me became us, we were happy, you smiled at me over your shoulder as you led me to the pier to watch the sunset. I tied balloons to cat tails so you can pop them with your blow gun as the cats chased mechanical rats. I arranged your closet for you, you fixed my apartment door.

I was holding you in my arms as we sit at the Sunken Garden in my dreams when I awoke, My laptop left open in front of me.

I had a dream sometime back, and some more before that.

I had a dream some time back, I still do.

Ano Nanamang Ka-Emohan 'To?

15 July 2010

Nalulungkot ako, wow, astig, mind-boggling news.

Masaya naman ang buhay ko, nageenjoy ako sa mga klase ko kahit na di hamak na mas maraming babasahin kesa sa mga ibang taon ko sa UP (siguro dahil binabasa ko na talaga ang mga babasahin). Nagsusulat ako ng prosa sa wikang mas mabilis ako magsulat (ingles, masakit mang aminin napakabagal at masalimuot ko magsulat sa Filipino), magagaling ang mga propesor ko at madami akong natututunan na dati rati'y nadidinig ko na pero wala akong interes noon. Nakakapagsulat ulit ako, ng madami, at nakakapag palitan ako ng pananaw, hinuha at pagkakaintindi sa mga matatalinong kaklase at propesor. Masaya maging estyudante ulit.

Hindi ako binabagabag ng mga problema tungkol sa sweldo, sa trabaho, sa mga sablay na ginagawa sa opisina, sa pagbabudget ng sweldo, sa pagbabayad ng sarili kong kinakain at tinitirhan, regular ang koneksyon ko sa internet. Nagpapakasasa nanaman ako sa pera ng magulang ko. Kahit na nahihiya na ako sa ganitong kalagayan, aaminin kong mas konbinyente nga ito at dapat lang na maging masaya ako dahil dito.

Ang mga kaibigan ko ay nariyan lang, kahit na madami ay nasa Med School na, nag-tatrabaho na, o basta gradweyt na e hindi naman talaga sila nawawala. Si Jammin at Roxanne ay sumusulpot pa rin paminsan-minsan sa Peyups (at si 633 nga e natanggap pa sa PNG habang nakatambay doon, sa sobrang invested ko sa paghahanap n'ya ng trabaho e lehitimong pagkatuwa ang naramdaman ko din noon). Si Tinek naman e alam ko naman kung nasaan lang, minsan parang naiisipan kong sugurin sa tinitirhan n'ya, alam kong pwede ko gawin yun. Kapag tinext ko sila nagrereply naman, ganun din ang iba pang parte ng barkadang wala na sa Diliman.

Ang barkada naman sa Diliman ay medyo mas lumalalim ang masayang pagsasama, sina Froilan, Zion, Nigel, Mark, Melgar atbp, na parang hiwalay na grupong pareho lang ng tambayan ay mas lalo pang nakikilala bilang mga totoong tao (minsan parang hindi pa rin sila tao, pero medyo mas tao na sila), na hindi naman puro gaguhan lang. Syempre mas madaming gaguhan pero may maayos, malalim, at masasayang pag-uusap tungkol sa mga bagay na sa dulo't dulo ay naiisip kong sila lang ang pwede ko makausap tungkol.

Sa bahay naman ay wala lang, ganun pa rin. Wala namang malaking malabong gulo na magdudulot ng anumang grabeng lungkot. Maayos ang pakikisama sa isa't isa kahit nga sa kuya ko, kahit papano. Patuloy akong natutuwa sa mga kwento ng bunso namin tungkol sa pag-aaral n'ya at sa mga pagkakampihan namin sa mga laro sa facebook. Kahit na bigayan man lang ng servings sa Baking life o ng Luxuries sa Hotel City.

Pero dahil wala akong kwentang nilalang at emo (daw) ako, malungkot ako. Kung isa akong stereotypical na emo ay yayaman ang Gilette sa akin.

Minsan nakasakay ako sa bus at nag-iimagine pa rin ako, naghahanap ng mga bagay na hindi ko naman ine-effortan makuha, hindi dahil sa tinatamad ako (ang karaniwang dahilan) kundi dahil hindi ko alam kung paano, tsaka natatakot na din, nanaman, eto nanaman. Kahit ako nagsasawa na sa paulit-ulit na kakornihang hindi sinosolusyonan.

Sadya lang yatang pinapakorni ko ang masaya ko namang mundo, pero naiingit ako, nalulungkot ako, nanghihinayang ako at naghahanap ako. Wala e, ganun yata talaga kapritso ko. Hindi ko nga alam bakit ginagawa ko pang vague ang mga statement ko, kunwari ba naman hindi n'yo pa alam. Ang labo ko talaga, walangya.

Like, UP PsycA. Masaya!

22 June 2010

UP Psychological Association is Recruiting nanaman!

This like so my opportunity na to be part of their super cool and astig org!

They're so masaya, and parang makulit and all that and I'm gonna sms super cutie Andrew so I'll sign up to their parang application process that I heard was like wala lang, super dali. Unlike those evil evil hitler-esque app process from other orgs, like jeez.

So sign up na rin you guys! It's funner if we're many-er!

Andrew (cutie!): 09062419814

Boppers (super nice!):09176116399

Dreams of the City

01 June 2010

(I have always believed that when in a writing rut you should just read some stuff and then write poetry, it wouldn't matter if it's any good, just get to writing. Once you have written one the rut will lift. My apologies to Neil Gaiman and the poem inside the story "Goldfish Pool and Other Stories".)

I am thinking of the city at night,

A theatre of no spectacle,

Shoved by the concrete lights

 

Seeing angels fearing flight,

Dreams of me, an imbecile,

I dream of the city tonight.

 

A sphere, an orb, a silver kite

In the hazy eyes of myself

I dream of the city at night.

Insert Korning Title or Para sa mga Kaibigan Kong Piniling Umibig

22 May 2010

('Ano nanamang kalokohan to Ernie?' Sasabihin n'yo)

Una sa lahat, nais kong mag-alay ng papuri, pagbubunyi, paghanga, pagkawindang, chocolate chip cookies, at buhay na manok para sa inyo (o sa atin, waterbear). Palakpakan para sa mga sira-ulong pinili pa ring umibig kahit ano pang pagkadurog ng puso, pagkapaminta ng pagkatao, ay pagka abo ng kaluluwa na nakikita natin sa TV at sinehan (o illegally downloaded sa computer), na talaga namang negatively reinforcing. Mabuhay ang mga sira-ulong walang pakielam sa lahat ng kabulastugang yuon at tumutunganga lang para sa happy ending. Matapang ka, sabihin mo mang hindi mo pinili maramdaman ang nararamdaman mo ay, oh well, nandyan pa rin yan. Aminin mo man o hindi ginusto mo yan, umibig ka at hindi mo ginawa ang mga pwede namang gawing pag-iwas o paglublob ng puso sa liquid nitrogen.

Hirit ng nagmamarunong na takot naman sa mga terminolohiya o ng nahihiyang gumamit ng salitang 'pag-ibig' kasi wow pare ang lalim o di kaya'y ew tsong baduy; Hindi ako umiibig/hindi pa ito pag-ibig/hindi ako naniniwala sa pag-ibig, I'm just fond of her ('at ganun din s'ya sa akin' optional). The hell, ano ba ang problema ng iba sa atin sa terms? Salita lang ito kaibigan, ang ibig sabihin sa ingles ay 'like'. Ibig, ibig, ibig, 'pag-ibig', 'umiibig', 'mag ibig ka ng tubig pampaligo ng ate mo'. Salita lang ito kaibigan, walang dahilan matakot sa salita, tao ang nagluluwa ng salita (pamisa'y kinakain pa nga, ew). Salita mo yan, labo naman matakot.

So anyway, ayun nga, congrats, magaling, mahusay. Medyo mabigat lang yung feeling n'yan sa simula pero biglang gagaan na lumilipad ka na tapos bibigat ulit kaya mahuhulog ka. Kasamaang palad lang talaga at walang sasalo sa'yo. Ganito ang tingin ko sa pag-ibig; Parang pagkahulog sa bangin, sobrang lalim na bangin na parang yung bangin na kinahulugan ni Alice sa Alice in Wonderland nung sinundan n'ya yung nagsasalitang kuneho. Sa simula ng pagkahulog mo'y natatakot ka, habang tumatagal nalilimutan mo na ang tungkol sa pagkahulog at nagiging masaya ka, ineenjoy mo ang experience, sinimulan mo itong tawaging pag lipad at hindi pagkahulog. Tapos maiinip ka, wala ka nang magawa, hindi mo na ma-enjoy, wala nang bago. Hindi na dramatic, romantic, o metaphoric yung nangyayari kundi pathetic na lang. Nahuhulog ka na lang talaga, at babalik yung takot, dahil naalala mong walang nahuhulog, na hindi bumabagsak. Malulungkot kang hindi mo mapigilan ang pagdating ng sakit, naiinis ka, pero mas namamayani yung lungkot.

Ang pag-ibig, yung tunay, ay yuong nabubuhay pa pagkatapos ng pagkahulog sa lupa, bumangon sa pagkakasalampak sa sahig, tinanggap na putsa ang sakit ng buong katawan ko buti na lang imortal ako. At habang masakit pa, habang nagsisimula pa lang maghilom, ay sinimulan nang akyatin yung bangin na kinahulugan, dahan-dahan. Ang tunay na pag-ibig yung aakyat at tatalon at aakyat at tatalon ng paulit-ulit. Hanggang sa maging magkasing saya ang pagkahulog at ang pagakyat, kahit na ang ibig sabihin nuon ay hindi na ito aabot sa dating all-time high ng kasiyahan. Hanggang sa malimutan mo na ang tungkol sa pagbagsak, pagtama sa lupa, at maging tungkol na lang ito sa pagkahulog, sa pagpapaubaya sa mundo na hilahin ka, tapos ipahiya ito sa pamamagitan ng pagbangon at pag angat. Di bale na yung sakit, di bale na yung mga sugat.

Ang tunay na pag-ibig ay hindi yung sa exciting na parte, ang tunay na pag-ibig yung nabubuhay sa monotonous. Yung hindi na importante sa'yo kung di ka na dinadalhan ng bulaklak o minamasahe. Hindi na importante kung nababawasan ang oras n'ya para sa iyo. Hindi na importante sa'yo na magpakita pa ng affection, at hindi ka na rin naghihintay noon, sapat na sa'yo ang bagay na kayo ang magkasama. Na pinili n'yo ang isa't isa bilang patunay na nagmamahalan nga kayo. Yuong parte na s'ya ng paulit-ulit at boring mong buhay, hindi lang parang birthday party na one-time big time. Ang tunay na pag-ibig wala nang pakielam sa pag-ibig, ang tunay na pag-ibig nasasanay, at wala nang alam na ibang pamamaraan ng pamumuhay kundi ang magmahal. Wow ang korni na.

(Sabi nila experience is the greatest teacher, sabi ko naman, it's not the only teacher. Mula sa kasanayan ko sa kakapanhik sa iba't ibang bangin, hanggang sa mas naeenjoy ko na yung pag tama sa lupa kesa sa pagkahulog. Kaya ko lang naman sinulat to dahil kinikilig ako sa pag-ibig ng mga iba d'yan, pero iniisip ko ding mas maganda kung kahit wala na yung kilig, nandoon pa rin yung pag-ibig)

(Hindi ko alam kung may sense yun)

Uwian na: Excerpt

25 April 2010

Maagang pinauwi sina Jun mula sa paaralan, tanghali pa lang ay sakay na s’ya ng serbis ng paaralan papunta sa kani-kanilang bahay. Walang takdang-araling binigay ang kanyang mga guro at tulad ng karaniwang bata sa greyd por ay pinaplano na n’ya ang mga paglalarong gagawin n’ya pagkauwi at ang mga palabas sa telebisyon na mapapanood n’ya dahil pinauwi sila ng maaga. Isang bulalakaw kasi ang bumulusok mula sa kalawakan papasok ng bintana ng kanilang silid at pumaslang sa kanilang guro sa Filipino, magiging abala ang mga dyanitor at karpintero ng paaralan sa paglilinis ng nabasag na bintana, pagtatanggal ng mga bakas ng pagkasunog at dugo sa mga ding-ding at kisame at pagpapalit ng salamin ng silid. Magiging abala din ang mga guro sa pagdadala ng katawan ni Gng. Pagtalunan sa morge at pagpapaliwanag sa pamilya nito sa kalunos-lunos na aksidenteng naganap. Kaya’t maaga silang pinauwi.

Binaba siya sa harap ng kanilang bahay ng mabait at palangiting drayber ng serbis ng paaralan, pag-pasok n’ya sa bahay ay inabutan n’yang nakatayo sa kisame ang kanyang ina at abalang binabakyum ang paligid ng bumbilya ng kanilang sala. Hindi agad napansin ng kanyang ina na nasa loob na s’ya ng bahay, marahil dahil sa ingay na nililikha ng bakyum kliner nila. Tumingkayad si Jun para kalabitin ang bumbunan ng ina, na agad namang tumingala.

“Aba, maaga ka yata ngayon.” Sabi ng ina,

“Hindi kita madinig, patayin mo muna ang bakyum, ma.” Sabi ni Jun, nakatingala sila sa isa’t isa

“Ano anak? Hindi kita madinig, papatayin ko muna itong bakyum.” Pinatay ng ina ni Jun ang bakyum cleaner. “Bakit maaga ka pinauwi ngayon?”

“May bulalakaw na pumasok sa bintana at tinamaan si Gng, Pagtalunan, patay na s’ya kaya pinauwi na kami.” Sabi ni Jun.

“Si Gng. Pagtalunan? Mabait na guro iyon, nakakalungkot naman.” Umiiling-iling ang ina ni Jun ng muling buksan ang bakyum at nagpatuloy sa paglilinis.

Sa wakas, Ang Kalahati ng Dahilan kung bakit ako Kumuha ng Hapon10 nuong first year

23 April 2010

Sa mga hindi nakakaalam, dalawa ang dahilan ko kung bakit ako kumuha ng Hapon 10 nuong unang taon ko sa Kolehiyo.
Una ay ang malaman ang ibic sabihin nuong CC> (basta mukhang ganyang yung characters)
sa ending ng Mask Rider Black.
Ikalawa ay ang malaman ang ibig sabihin ng "buyase" sa opening theme ng Daimos.
Ang nasagot lang sa mga tanong ko e yung una. Kasamaang palad hindi alam ng prof ko yung "buyase"
Yuon naman pala ay "moyase" ang tamang lyrics, hayup naman kasi yung pronounciation nuon.
May internet nga pala. Nahanap ko na ang complete translation ng Opening theme ng Daimos!

TATE! TOUSHOU DAIMOSU
(Arise! The King of Combat Daimos!)

Burn Burn Burn red-hot

Fan the flames of your raging heart

Beat them Beat them

Till the limits of your strength

Show them your karate

Shining gold

A gleaming giant drenched in the sun

The eyes gaze at the future

Praying for peace at last

They're calling

They're calling

Daimos Daimos Battle king Daimos

Everyone is calling you

Get near Get near Get right near them

There isn't time to dally

Shake Shake Shake the earth

Show them your strength

A fiery-colored sun

A sun-tinged steel giant

The knife hand shines

Brave the coming storms

They're calling
They're calling
Daimos Daimos Battle king Daimos
Everyone on earth's calling you

Do not weep Do not weep

You're a man Do not weep

In battle there's no need for tears

Defend Defend Till the limits of life defend

Show them your courage

A ??-colored sunset

A sun-tinged giant at rest

Possessing fighting spirit in the heart

Aiming for peace at last

They're calling

They're calling

Daimos Daimos Battle king Daimos

All friends of earth's calling you

Yay internets!

http://virtual-rotation.com/chirlind/others/sentai/daimos.html#tate

Tanungin mo si Ernest

02 April 2010

http://www.formspring.me/estongdakila
Dahil gusto kong tinatanong ako, dahil gusto kong sumasagot. (Tsaka dahil pa-importanteng bwakanang hayop ako) May Formspring account na ako, Yehey! Palakpakan! Patayin si Santino!

Tournament of Getting Awa (Google Translate is Coño)

25 March 2010

(May Blog entry ako na "Paligsahan ng Paghingi ng Awa" pinrompt akong i-translate ito mula Filipino sa Ingles. Sinubukan ko lang, komedya ampota :)))

Consecutive announcement of the politician want to be president, interfering little time each day nilalaan to watching TV. Villar to pinagpipilitan our hard lang talaga nung bata pa s'ya s'ya even s'ya private school attended and the three storey house they Tondo. The Noynoy that pinangangalandakan the 'achievements' of the parents while n'ya' di naman n'ya ignores the issue of Hacienda Luisita and Mendiola Massacre. Si Erap to pinangangalandakang denied him the Arroyo administration half term n'ya while Arroyo is also why independent s'ya today. Why do these at the top of the survey e nothing but magpaawa?

You see it was Villar, "I just returned me to being entrepreneurs." Why Manny, leave you? E you are the number one example of the capitalist burukrat. Run the country like a company. Not ordinary kurakot, ikaw yung tipong power not used for pagkamkam wealth but for konting maniobra that makakalamang you. Like that of the C5 road extension, you wander the streets of little benefit for Mr. naman. Villar.

Yun also means your campaigning, you yourself know you damaged sure-win that would have attended kandidaturya nung scene it was Noynoy. So now desperate can spend millions to raise itself in the ratings, to narrate the loss of your money. Ang galing, napakapoetic campaign, full of irony.

New School TRAPO be Manny, but still TRAPO the modern style, not too obvious. Pero ganun pa rin, concentrated gloss elegance, concentrated lie, concentrated for itself the doing.

We may forget about kay Erap? Convicted, CONVICTED, the graft & corruption. Stole that, knowing that, that that should makukulong if nerve lang yung judge. Mabubulok nga sana in Tanay in only if granted by Gloria (Morocco rin kasi we can die man President). Eto pa, just to prove that the insult dog called dog-eat-dog politics of the Philippines, RUN UNDER PRESIDENT! Inaway pa yung specific person nagpalaya him "Dog does not bite the hand that feeds it" apparently, some kind of animal it hinayupak to.

Have we forgotten that is why we cast him out of Malacañang this hayup it in the first place? I said when a rumor just to run it si Erap, if allowed s'ya Comelec, not that we really respect our own Constitution.

Ngayon naman, when it won si Erap, we no longer respect the Judicial system we decide him guilty, yet we do not pity our own country, our own family, the dish hinahain our table.

Who most Trapo mangandidato all candidates now? Si Noynoy! Hooray!

Who leads the survey? Si Noynoy! Hooray!

Kelangan that we stopped voting in the Icon. Erap won because the poverty Icon s'ya, Cory won was because s'ya Icon of the deceased was Trapong Ninoy Aquino (who were not be heroes if I just died in, which bwiset Trapo yan), Icon s'ya all the suffering of Martial Law and the Marcos regime. Why was leading Noynoy? S'ya you may experience? Nothing. Have proven that you s'ya? Nothing. S'yang you may do so? Ewan ko, malay natin? Magbabakasakali we nanaman an ICON that so lang naman n'ya run the party for e n'ya mother died and they masosolid n'ya Sympathy Vote (trying to usurp Villar with 'I died utol' line) . PUTANG INA! All that ad is a bald e pinangangalandakan n'ya how well the n'yang parents died and how n'ya want continue the initiated them. While stoned when you s'ya the issue about the administration of the mother n'ya or killed on land they answer e n'ya "Do ye pong toss to Senator Aquino achievements or achievements of n'ya relatives, others po si Senator Aquino, the po s'ya we judge. " Putang mother hypocritical double standard yan. E wala ka ngang maihusga to Noynoy, I s'yang meron naman e! Puro dada just about the stoppage of corruption while kaapu s'ya descendant of a master land pinagkakait to farmers in the land law that na should be them. Corruption? Ayun the corruption, the law does not apply to the Aquino family because they are more powerful.

Yes, I hate to hate to Aquino, for pinuputa n'ya us n'yang the deceased parents as reasons s'ya should vote. Sabagay, wala naman proud s'yang major bills passed as running mate n'ya. S'yang experience without the opponent n'ya. None s'yang anything, the meron lang si Noynoy is n'ya family, the rotten n'yang surname.

Yes that, somewhat irritated that the OA ko kay Noynoy, but for the mercy cheating, not cheating it three voting to ha? Please?

Paligsahan ng Paghingi ng Awa

18 March 2010

Sunod-sunod na patalastas ng mga politikong gusto maging pangulo, gumagambala sa kaunting oras sa bawat araw na nilalaan ko sa panonood ng TV. Si Villar na pinagpipilitan sa ating mahirap lang talaga s'ya nung bata pa s'ya kahit na sa private school s'ya nag-aral at tatlong palapag ang bahay nila sa Tondo. Si Noynoy na pinangangalandakan ang mga 'nagawa' ng mga magulang n'ya samantalang 'di naman n'ya pinapansin ang issue ng Hacienda Luisita at Mendiola Massacre. Si Erap na pinangangalandakang ipinagkait sa kanya ng administrasyong Arroyo ang kalahati ng termino n'ya samantalang si Arroyo din ang dahilan kaya malaya s'ya ngayon. Bakit ba itong mga nasa tuktok ng mga survey na ito e walang ginawa kundi magpaawa?

Tignan mo itong si Villar, "bumalik na lang sana ako sa pagiging negosyante." Bakit Manny, umalis ka ba? E ikaw ang numero unong halimbawa ng burukrat na kapitalista. Pinapatakbo ang bansa na parang isang kumpanya. Hindi ka ordinaryong kurakot, ikaw yung tipong ginagamit ang kapangyarihan hindi para sa pagkamkam ng yaman kundi para sa mga konting maniobra na makakalamang ka. Tulad na lang ng sa C5 road extension, ilihis ba ng konti ang kalsada para makinabang naman si Mr. Villar.

Yun paraan mo din ng pangangampanya, ikaw mismo alam mong nasira ang sure-win mo na sanang kandidaturya nung pumasok sa eksena itong si Noynoy. Kaya ngayon desperado kang gumagastos ng milyun-milyon para itaas ang sarili sa mga ratings, para ibida ang kawalan mo ng pera. Ang galing, napakapoetic ng kampanya mo, punung-puno ng irony.

New School TRAPO itong si Manny, TRAPO pa rin pero makabago na style, hindi na masyado halata. Pero ganun pa rin, puro pakitang gilas, puro kasinungalingan, puro para sa sarili ang mga ginagawa.

May nakakalimutan ba tayo tungkol kay Erap? Convicted, CONVICTED, ng graft & corruption. Nagnakaw na, alam na, makukulong na nga dapat kung may lakas ng loob lang yung Huwes. Mabubulok na nga sana sa Tanay kung di lang pinagbigyan ni Gloria (tanga rin kasi itong mamatay tao nating Presidente). Eto pa, para lang patunayan na insulto sa mga aso na tawaging dog-eat-dog ang pulitika ng Pilipinas, TUMAKBO PANG PRESIDENTE! Inaway pa yung mismong taong nagpalaya sa kanya "Dog does not bite the hand that feeds it" apparently, ibang uri ng animal itong hinayupak na to.

Nakalimutan na ba natin ang dahilan kung bakit pinalayas natin ng Malacañang itong hayup na ito in the first place? Sabi ko nuong may bali-balita pa lang na tatakbo itong si Erap, kapag pinayagan s'ya ng Comelec, wala na talaga tayong respeto sa sarili nating Saligang Batas.

Ngayon naman, kapag nanalo itong si Erap, wala na tayong respeto sa Judicial system nating humusga sa kanya ng guilty, wala pa tayong awa sa sarili nating bansa, sa sarili nating mga pamilya, sa ulam na hinahain natin sa mesa.

Sino ang pinaka Trapo mangandidato sa lahat ng kandidato ngayon? Si Noynoy! Yehey!

Sino ang nangunguna sa mga survey? Si Noynoy! Yehey!

Kelangan na nating tumigil sa pagboto sa mga Icon. Nanalo si Erap dahil Icon s'ya ng kahirapan, nanalo si Cory dahil Icon s'ya ng namatay na Trapong si Ninoy Aquino (na hindi naman sana magiging bayani kung di lang namatay, bwiset na Trapo yan), Icon s'ya ng lahat ng naghihirap sa Martial Law, at sa Rehimeng Marcos. Bakit nangunguna si Noynoy? May experience ba s'ya? Wala. May napatunayan na ba s'ya? Wala. May kaya ba s'yang gawin? Ewan ko, malay natin? Magbabakasakali nanaman ba tayo sa isang ICON na kaya lang naman pinatakbo ng partido n'ya e dahil namatay ang nanay n'ya at masosolid nila ang Sympathy Vote n'ya (na sinusubukan agawin ni Villar gamit ang 'namatay ang utol ko' line). PUTANG INA! Lahat na lang ng patalastas ng kalbong ito e pinangangalandakan n'ya kung gaano kagaling ang mga namatay n'yang magulang at kung gaano n'ya gusto ituloy ang mga nasimulan ng mga ito. SAMANTALANG kapag binabato mo na s'ya ng issue tungkol sa administrasyon ng nanay n'ya o sa mga pinapatay sa lupain nila ang sagot na n'ya e "Huwag n'yo pong ibato kay Senator Aquino ang mga nagawa o hindi nagawa ng mga kamag-anak n'ya, ibang tao po si Senator Aquino, s'ya po ang husgahan natin." Putang inang Ipokritong double standard yan. E wala ka ngang maihusga kay Noynoy, Wala naman s'yang meron e! Puro lang dada tungkol sa pagpapatigil ng korapsyon samantalang kaapu-apuhan s'ya ng mga panginoong may lupa na pinagkakait sa mga magsasaka ang lupang nasa batas naman na dapat na ay sa kanila. Korapsyon? Ayun ang korapsyon, na ang batas ay hindi nag-aaply sa pamilya ni Aquino dahil mas makapangyarihan sila.

Oo, suklam na suklam ako kay Aquino, dahil pinuputa n'ya sa atin ang mga namatay n'yang magulang bilang dahilan kaya s'ya ang dapat iboto. Sabagay, wala naman s'yang maipagmalaki na major bill na naipasa tulad ng running mate n'ya. Wala s'yang experience ng mga kalaban n'ya. Wala s'yang kahit ano, ang meron lang si Noynoy ay ang pamilya n'ya, ang nabubulok n'yang apelyido.

Oo na, medyo OA na ang inis ko kay Noynoy, pero para n'yo nang awa, huwag n'yo iboboto itong tatlong to ha? Please?

May alam ka ba?

Meeting in Between

01 March 2010

Someday, and that day may never come, I will see you in the street and you will smile at me. You will walk towards where I am and I will walk towards where you are, we will say our hellos and never need to say our goodbyes. Maybe someday we will meet in between. You will love me liked I always have and I will no longer treat you as something more than just a dream.

Someday, maybe someday, we will fail to see the world as it spins its spells around us. Together in a future dream our dreams will be one.

One day, or so I pray, I can live on the air you breathe. You can live life you always wanted, the difference is that you live it with me. And I will forget whatever hopes I had because to be with you is living dream.

Maybe one day, maybe someday, maybe never. Forever can be made real thing, eternity will be an item, infinity can be personified into one you and all of me.