baboyita.

Crap! Crap! Crap!

Kung hindi kayo sanay sa profanity huwag nyo nang ituloy ang pagbabasa ng post na to. Galit ako. Bahala kayo.

Pakshet!

Mukhang na-hack yata ang blog ko, obviously hindi ito yun - yung isa. Last Friday may mga posts akong biglang nawala. Biglang poof! Walang ka-warning warning. Ang weird lang kasi nung chineck ko yung files via FTP andun lahat pati database. So hopeful pa ko na pwedeng ibalik. Nag send ako ng ticket sa host ko pero walang sagot - ok lang pa-weekend na din kasi. Pero kanina pag check ko ng email ko sabi may bagong installation daw ng Wordpress. Ano??? Ano’ng bagong installation? Niloloko mo ba ko? Eh ni hindi ko nga nagalaw blog ko ng isang buong araw dahil pumunta ko sa Earth Hour at nag-cover kami ng event, so pano ko maa-upgrade ang blog ko eh ni hindi nga ako magkadaugaga sa pagkuha ng pictures kahapon dahil overwhelmed pa ko sa camera ko. Ayan tuloy nasabi ko na yung sikreto kong malupet. Che!

Masaya ako na malungkot na asar na excited. Halo-halo’ng ewan kaya di ko tuloy alam gagawin ko. Masaya ako dahil sa bago kong toy na di ko pa ma-figure out ang ibang controls, malungkot ako dahil isa na akong pulubi, at asar na asar ako dahil down ang isang blog ko. Pucha talaga ang hirap!

Ewan.

Punyeta. Punyeta. Punyeta.

Punyeta talaga.

Sana lang matulungan naman ako AGAD ng host ko. Lately kasi hindi sila sumasagot sa mga tickets na sina-submit ko kaya parang mas nakakaasar. Di ko tuloy alam kung alam ba talaga nila ginagawa nila o weird lang talaga nangyayari sa blog ko.

An Afternoon with Raimund Marasigan

Cross posted at chorva.net

It was a not-so-sunny Saturday and my friends and I headed to Power Plant Mall for Eraserheads’ drummer Raimund Marasigan will be there to sign Eheads Team Manila shirts. We were all excited. Alright I admit, I specifically couldn’t contain myself.

We arrived just in time. The line was already long when got there but everyone was calm and we patiently waited. Raimund arrived with his daughter – holding her hand – on time, 4PM and settled beside the store’s cashier so he can sign shirts right after a person buys a shirt.

It took us more than an hour before we got to the counter but we had a great time chatting with one another (my friends) and with strangers. When you’re stuck with strangers for more than an hour you’ll most likely talk to them whether you like it or not. Hey, we’re all Eheads fans anyway and we were there for the same reason so why not chat for a bit?

There was some commotion in the cashier area when two girls decided to be the Divas of the Day but luckily they got away quick. We were all scared and at the same time pissed with those girls.

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Eraserheads: The Final Set - A Fine, Fine Time

Originally posted in my other blog, chorva.net.

If you ask me how the concert was last Saturday I’ll just give you the biggest smile I can give. Until today I still can’t get this big smile off my face. I’m in great mood, my happiest in a long time.

People watching the concert are scattered around the Mall of Asia hours before the concert and they can be spotted from afar. They’re either wearing Eheads-related shirts or 3 Stars and the Sun. Most fans of the band are also fans of the late Master Rapper, Francis Magalona.

According to Eraserheads drummer Raimund Marasigan, there will be no more countdowns, no wigs, no green hair. And yes indeed, no more drama but there was some sort of a countdown before the show – alphabet in backwards. It stopped at letter E, the inverted letter E – and the greatest concert event of the year started.

From the moment they sang the first song, Magasin, we felt it; these boys have grown up and everything is okay. Everyone were smiling, clearly having fun, making fun of each other and the crowd, and actually interacting with the crowd. We didn’t witness something like this in the August 2008 Eraserheads concert or even the band’s gigs way before. This band is known for going to the stage, play songs, and then exit; they talk very little to the crowd.

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Chronicles of A Bored Boarder

I’ve been staying at my cousin’s little (more of like tiny) room for almost 3 weeks now. I don’t really stay there for the whole week, during the first week I was there for 2 days and 3 nights, last week for 5 days since I attended a photography class last Saturday. And this week I’m only planning on staying for 2 nights.

It’s boring. No PC, no internet, no TV, and most of all – and probably the stupidest thing I forgot to bring – no book! Considering I have a pile of books waiting for me to read.

Reminder to self: Must. Bring. A. Book.

Must.

And because most of the time I’m bored I also have an idea of sharing the boredom I’m currently having while staying at that place. But I won’t start today, maybe tomorrow, as I am bored and I kinda feel lazy to blog right now.

Tata!

Liham Para kay Sam

Dear Mr. Milby,

Kung may magagawa lang ako ginawa ko na. Pero wala kaya napilitan akong panoorin ang kung anong nasa harapan ko kahit alam ko namang pagsisisihan ko habang buhay.

Na-stuck ang channel ng TV namin kagabi at kahit na anong ayos ang gawin ko wala akong magawa. Papatayin ko nalang sana pero nakiusap ang Tiyahin ko na wag daw, manonood na lang daw sya ng kahit na anong palabas. Pagta-tyagaan nya daw pampaantok. Samahan ko daw sya, ok lan din sakin hindi pa naman ako inaantok.

Pumunta ako sa kusina para kumain ulet, nagutom ako eh. Pero hindi pa ko nakakakalahati sa kaning isusubo ko bigla kong nabitawan ang kutsara.

Narinig kong kumakanta ka. Ng isa sa mga paborito kong kanta. Kokomo by The Beach Boys. Wag kang umangal, eh sa favorite ko yun eh, may reklamo?

Ako may reklamo.

Bilang consumer at manood may karapatan akong maglabas ng opinyon ko kagaya rin ng karapatan mong mag-concert. Pero naman, ayus-ayusin mo. Binabayaran ka diba?

Naiintindihan kong Rockustic chorvaness ang tema ng concert mo, ang hindi ko lang maintindihan kung bakit hindi ka pumili ng mga kantang babagayan ng rock + acoustic. Hindi lahat ng kanta kaya mong kantahin at hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon nagiging maganda ang kanta pag iniiba ng areglo. Bat ka nambababoy ng kanta ng may kanta? Akala mo ba maganda? Hindi ikaw si David Cook.

Tingnan mo to:
Mahal kita-HAH, pagkat mahal kita-HAH
Iniisip nila ay hindi mEhElEga
Mahal kita maging sino ka maaaaan!!!!

Wag kang sumigaw! Kung hindi mo kayang kantahin ang kanta - na obviously ay totoo - pwede bang pumili ka na lang ng mga kantang alam mong kaya mo? Ikaw ang mas nakakakilala sa sarili mo kaya dapat mas alam mo kung anong kaya mong gawin at hindi. Bigyan mo naman ng kahihiyan ang sarili mo at magbigay ka naman ng respeto sa mga kompositor ng mga kantang sinisira mo.

At nagsama ka pa ng isa pang genius na mang-aawit. Kung sino man ang nagsabi sa inyo ni Piolo Pascual na magaling kayong kumanta babatukan ko. Para magising sa katotohanan. Minsan naman ok kayong kumanta eh, depende lang sa kanta. Pero mas madalas ok sa simula, shaky sa gitna, sabog sa dulo. Parang gusto kong ipasok kayo sa Pinoy Dream Academy para ma-okray kayo ni Direk Joey Reyes at Ryan Cayabyab. Tingnan lang natin kung may pumuri sa inyo sa loob.

Tapos may nalalaman ka pang “save the best for last” eh ang gulo nga ng last number mo! It was more of a “save the worst for last” than the former. Ang panget pare, pramis.

Pero in fairness hindi ko naman napanood na buo (dahil hindi ko talaga kaya - kaso ang lakas ng volume ng TV namin eh, abot hanggang kwarto ko), narinig ko lang yung Kokomo, at ang napanood ko talaga eh yung duet mo with Toni at Piolo tapos yun ngang last song mong ubod ng lupet sa panget.

Wag mo nang uulitin ang ginawa mo ha? Utang na loob.

Sincerely,
baboyita

You Think You Know But You Have No Idea

I was actually going to post something about my niece but this one couldn’t wait. I need to get this off my system right now.

I don’t normally bitch around, I consider myself patient most of the time. I can tolerate a lot of things plus I easily forget about bad things done to me by other people and I sometimes hate myself for being (a little) nice.

What really pisses me off is when people talks to me as if they know me better than myself. I also hate it when my ideas/opinions are taken away from me. I don’t really have to brag about what I can do or what I think about things but claiming and telling people that it was your idea is too much. And wrong – very, very wrong. All I need is a little courtesy and respect.

I don’t like you; In fact most of the time I HATE you. You’re not funny at all. And please stop acting like you care about all of us because you and I both know that you don’t. You just want other people to think you’re nice. And you don’t know me; you have the slightest idea what I think about you and what I am capable of. My real friends know me and they know what I can do because they’ve seen them and they know how take care of me.

A friend once told me she doesn’t know when I like a certain person or not because I can talk to him without even caring or I could ignore him all day but deep inside me I still look after that person. What I usually do is treat people the way they treat me. If you’re nice, I’m nicer; if you’re a bitch, I’m a bitch too.

I am telling you this so you know what to do. I don’t want to keep you hanging like what you did to me.

One more thing, I’m not speaking for myself here I am actually voicing out what everybody feels about you. So stop claiming you know us because, really, you don’t.

Nice to meet you, Gay-vin

Mahirap talaga pag walang mp3 player habang nasa mahabang byahe, kung anu-anong klaseng usapan ang naririnig mo. At hindi pwedeng walang panalo sa mga usapang ito.

Usapan ng mga LaSalle-listang malalakas ang boses sa jeep kaninang umaga:
Girl1: Uy, i-search mo nga ako ng lyrics nung [insert song title here].
Girl2: Sige, sulat mo tapos bigay mo saken.
Girl3: Ano yun (song)?
Girl1: Maganda yun eh, si ano kumanta non si Gay-vin De Gray. Yung kumanta ng OST ng One Tree Hill.
Girl3: Ay, di kasi ako nanonood nun eh.
Girl1: (sings) I don’t wanna be anything other than what I’ve been….

At ginawa pang bading si Gavin DeGraw.

Zzzzz

I just got back from Navotas visiting my cousin’s family. I once again had fun playing and talking with my niece Nina. I’ll make a separate blog post about her her soon but right now I’m off to bed. I’m so tired right now I could sleep the moment my back touches the bed.

New Year na Malupet

Sabi nga nila better late than never kaya andito ako ngayon para bumalik sa blogging at magbigay ng update na ubod ng lupet.

Nagkasakit ako, not once but twice. Una before Christmas at pangalawa right after New Year before going back to work. Oh diba ang lupit ng timing? I had flu before 2008 closes and a severe abdominal pain few days after New Year’s Day. What a way to start the year! And on top of that my cousin’s family had to stay for a few days and they had to use my room so that mean’s no access to my PC. No access to my PC equals no blogging and internet.

Going back to me having abdominal pains – it started one Saturday, Monday came and I still have the pain so I decided to go to the doctor to have it checked. We went straight to the emergency room as I wasn’t able to walk anymore because of the pain. Nurses started to attend to me right away and I answered their questions between sobs. I was crying like a baby! Two doctors checked my condition and they had to give me medicine and put it straight to my veins for faster results. At ano ang ibig sabihin non? Karayom! Itutusok sa ugat ko na parang dextrose. Leche. Dalawang nurses ang dumating, isang babae na mukhang tahimik at mabait at isang lalaking malakas ang boses at mukhang epal. Pag banggit nya pa lang ng surname ko badtrip na ko agad sa kanya, actually I’m used to hearing people mispronounce my surname pero iba sya. May taglay syang ka-epalan na hindi ko maipaliwanag, basta hindi ko sya gusto. Sabi nga nila first impression lasts kaya nung sinabi nya na tutusukan na nya ako ng karayom kinalma ko ang sarili ko. Ayaw ko sa kanya but I want to give him the benefit of the doubt kaya panilit kong kumalma. After all he had 4 years of education and he’s wearing a uniform so that means he’s a registered nurse plus I was in a known hospital so I guess he knows what he’s doing and he’s going to do it right but boy was I wrong.

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