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Aray, nagbabaga CoolAir sa bunganga ko, pweh...yung unang kagat mo at na-release yung micro-granules ng sweetened gummy something.

Ang saya ko ngayon. Good weather maybe. Or perpaps just a case of seeing things clearly.

Too clearly for that matter...

Natulog ako sa kuwarto (syempre) kagabi. Sa sobrang kulob ng feeling, di ako nag-shirt for a change. Grabe, sleeping without blankets..without a shirt, it's like a being a whole new person. You have the freedom to have direct contact with the bed, roll around and not perspire or something. Whooh, I should try this sometime again...in my underwear? YUCK! Quite frankly, I don't see a reason why not. Panahon magtipid sa kuryente, besides grabe rin ang freedom na nararamdaman kapag nakabukas bintana at tunog ng electric fan imbis na aircon ang magduruyan sa iyo.

I enjoy the buzzing sound, the whoosing sound in your ears everytime the fan oscillates, revolves, I don't know, for lack of a better term, kapag napunta na sa iyo yung tutok nung fan. Mapaglaro sa tenga e. Bzzzzz, Buzzzzz, Weiirrrrreirrrr!

E di gising ako. Matagal na rin ako hindi naglalampaso. So iyon, house cleaning for me. Pump up the volume habang sa taas gumagawa ng project grupo ng kapatid ko. Nahanlungkot ko cassette ko ng New Radicals at Red Hot CHili Peppers...pero inisip ko, mp3 na lang kaya yung tsanggala yan hataw habang pinuputikan ng tsinelas ko yung na-mop ko na na floor. Frustrated drummer po ako. GUitar? Huwag na. Ewan, twing sisilipin ko mga kapatid ko sa pinapaalis ako. Mga teenage girls nga naman...ahem, I can never understand them fully, only convince them to share bits of themselves. So goes blah blah.

So ligo ako. Lam nyo yung feeling na sobrang sinasakal kayo ng lagkit at humid feeling na iniisip nyo, paano ko susuuting tong t-shirt na bago e parang nakakasakal din. Pero pagkaligo, wow, kahit sweater kaya mong isuot.

Intimidating ba ako? As in dumating iyung mga friends ng kapatid ko, groupmates...sinundo ni Ma sa Mcdo...bigla ba naman akong binati at inad-ress with the word "po". Syempre GMRC yan, pero tinititigan ko sa mata, threatened imbis na happy faces bumati sa akin. Siguro dahil naman sa diyaryo na hawak ko. Speaking of newspapers, I really had an easy time listening to SONA 2005. What I had diffiuclty with wass GMA's facial expression---the overall impact of her emotions expressed in face and body. I could tell that she did not like the content of her speech at all. I theorize that she was not the hand behind the statement, but some manouvering force that could be one man with a tabako, or an entire party...or army. The sad face she had after the speech, it says it all...is the end near for me? So ayun, I did not count on a lot of questions being answered or issues dealt with. The ChaCha part was the real thing for me. I am one with Pia Cayetano, all motives aside, what in the Senate and House of Rep's "peaceful" co-existence is the source of our country's problem? Di ko rin nagustuhan, although alang magagawa ang contrast nila Drilon at JDV (diba kamukha nya si Garfield?) I close this segment with this: cosmetic changes will never suffice. We need leadership through example, service through sacrifice from top to bottom. This gives me more reason to not leave Pnas.

Pasensya na, di talaga pwede iwasan tong issue. I could not hide my feelings and thoughts on this matter. It would be irresponsible of me to leave this matter to those in power.

So ayun, sarap ng lunch. Spent the afternoon reading Econ, PS 150, and 171. Di ko nasimulan yung Geog paper ko, ewan those moment kasi na cge i-outline ko na, or i-type ko na tapos sasagi sa isip mo na opya, may Wednesday pa okay? HooraY! Yehey! Yes way! Oh yeah babhey!

Tinignan ko ulit yung ad ng inq7 sa PDI, title is Talking Heads tapos nakita ko si Mam Carlos. Miss ko na talaga 110. Not only the faces there, but the thrill...there's something unique to 110...not that it makes me think more, or not that I feel challenged or flattered that Mam Carlos tends to bombard me with questions, most of the time I thank God I could answer adequately.

Sabi ko kay Celine at Farrah nung asa jeep kami pauwi. A good number of my answers to Mam Carlos' questions or ideas I throw to the class are more of Hail Mary things. And if ever I do feel confident with my answers, I say a prayer or two before ma'am rolls her eyes and establishes eye contact.

I like professors who have this eye contact with students, contact that is assuring, unwavering, comforting...in as much as threatening, taxing to the mind. Most of the time, it helps me. Ewan, merong kapayapaan sa moments of adversity: "O Mr. Sanchez what do you make up of this?" "yes, Sanchez." "Popo ano yun?" "Would Mr. Sanchez like to shed light on this matter?"

Mga ganun, from recent profs, shuks tlaga, ewan, there is a soothing feeling kapag nasa moment ka na tapos on the spot yung tanong ng prof. Intellectually stimulating, tapos kapag jackpot...oollalala! Minsan haunting, minsan, ewan.

I must say this pa pala, kanina after months of being distant from each other, nakausap ko na through text ang lost long bowling bud ko among the female ranks of the Bowling Team. Taga- Archi siya, sophie. The cute thing about her, is not just her looks but her energy that can only equaled by Mau's. We have a lot of good memories together, basically so because we worked together on the logisitics team, I as externals head, and she as finance head. Ang isa pang cute dun ay yung tawagan namin. Since yung mga fwends nya ay nasa Palawan pa, ako yung ginawa niyang stuffed toy...tawag nya sa akin Moja Moja...from Mojackot the anime orange ball of kadaldalan at kalokohan. So yun, sobrang miss ko na to. So much. Pinangako ko sa kanya na di ako aalis ng UP na hindi ko siya nakikita...at malamang sa next event naman talga magkikita kami...so malamang di malayo yun. And I have no intention to break that promise. Pero ganun talga, mga friends ko rin sa Eng'g from high school sobrang bihira ko na makita.

So yung, chinika ko siya, chinika nya ako. Hehe alala ko tlaga kasi kinukurot nya lagi yung pisngi ko, lil sis ko talga sa Peyups to..one of few who somehow sees me through my complexities.

So ayun, parang pinipisil nanaman nya kagabi. Sabi ko rin, pag nagpapayat na ako, ititira kong huggable, kissable, at pisil-able ang pisngi ko (teka panu yun?)

Ah siomai, Wherever You Will GO tinutugtog...awww....

Dinedebate ko mom ko ngayon about the SONA....at least prehas kaming inclined sa federal form. Nalabuan lang me kay GMA kasi Parliamentary-Federalism ang dichotomy or rather amalgamation niya.

I have strong belief na there is a song or two in us. There's harmony. There's joy in particular highs and lows of life. We approach our own predicaments with a cliche. Yes, we have our own cliches...some line we like to subscribe to. If only to lessen the feeling of guilt, of despair, of emptiness.

Whaatever people may think of me, I am my man. I am the master of my day, the lord of instances, the ruler of my flashes, the weilder of my fortunes.

When I commit myself, I put my all...my trusting character allows me to be so dedicated. I pray I don't get spread too thinly, so much so I lose flavor like the butter sandwich I had kanina na naglasang harina or yeast---the sour flavor.

The point of order for this blog? 1, 2, 3...can you dig your groove? Have you found your song or are you living in the lie of some other person's tune?

If we keep on thinking how much other people can do better than poor us, then we are doomed.

You are your man. Free to make that choice. Free to dance, free to join. There is little to be had in a life of envy and grudge.

Stand witness to the events that happen in such a boring day, notice people around you..small as GMA, tall as Shaq. The small things my friend...small moments that led to two becoming one..from staring at each other in a bus or jeep, from sharing a common interest say in sports, or just happening to be in each other's path....the details...

Ang tanong ko lang? Kelan ko malalaman? Paano?

Set yourself free. God meant for you to live, not be a slave of horoscopes, some other person's career, even Friendster mood meters....