1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.
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~ i am an internet addict, thats why i have a lot of accounts to check and manage every time i surf the net. i have accounts on myspace, youtube, hi5, ringo, hoverspot, imeem, xanga, soundclick, friendster and multiply. i have 10 accounts, and this blog, would be the eleventh.
~ for those who doesn't know yet, i am a choir member. yes, i know how to sing, and a i am a bit knowledgeable of reading notes. more surprising, my voice quality is 'bass.' the bass is the lowest voice quality for men.
~ i am very skinny and thin. i have been teased with such thin things like the match and the barbecue stick. sometimes, i am compared to an animal, it can be a lizard, or a worm.
~ i love photography so much. i adore people who takes photographs really well. if i could have a photography lesson this summer, i would really love to.
~ my family is always on the go when it comes to traveling. we always travel during summer break. the most recent trip we had last summer was pangasinan-la union-baguio trip, where we were able to visit three provinces in 3 days. we were able to swim at the hundred islands, and able to shop at the night market in baguio. that trip was the best local trip we had.
~ in relation to the fifth fact, i only had one trip outside the country, and that would be our Hongkong trip.
~ i am a clumsy and lousy person. i was able to lose my cellphones 4 times. of course, it was replaced. the catch, those phones i lost never reached the half of a year. and that's my challenge, to take care of my phone, and have it for 1 year.
~ i am fond of making photo movies or montages. this was my way to give a gift or to say thank you to someone. i just made a recent one for blockmates.
~ i am into America's Next Top Model right now, and the present cycle, cycle 10, blows me away with their beautiful photoshoots, and awesome judges.
last, but definitely, not the least..
~ i am a childish individual and loves to watch kid's shows, like the backyardigans and disney shows. it makes me relaxed and makes me feel comfortable.
i tag: the first ten to read this blog entry. haha! :D
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
"the summer of a million tutubis"
read this in MANual mag.
nasa dulo to nung magazine.
naaliw ako, kung kaya't, naisip ko xiang ipost dito.:D
enjoy :)
The Summer of a Million Tutubis
by Dino Igancio and Budjette Tan
Her name was Celeste. We met back in the summer of `82.
I was nine years old and she was eight.
She was Rey’s cousin from San Francisco. She came to visit and was the flower girl in Rey’s older sister’s wedding.
It was a hot, dusty summer in Marikina.
We spent it playing in the streets all day and eating halo-halo at Aling Ninding’s store. She would always put more lanka in the halo-halo than Manang Lety from across the street.
Every day after lunch, my Nanay Loleng would make me take a nap until the afternoon sun went away. I would twist and turn in my bed until I was allowed out to meet my friends. It was a true test of patience but it always paid off once I was allowed out.
It was the summer of tutubis.
The summer of the million tutubis.
We must have caught over a hundred of them that day and they just kept on coming. We chased them and put them in jars, and no matter how many holes we punched on the lid they all seemed to die by the next morning.
We wanted to keep them as pets. Give them names. Set them free inside the house and make them fly around as we played with other toys. But they’d always die before we could get them back home. Sometimes we’d breathe into the holes to make sure they had enough air, but that also didn’t work.
It seemed like the summer would never end. But it did.
Aling Ninding stopped serving halo-halo, the tutubis left, the salagubangs came and Celeste went back to San Francisco.
Rey and I still saw each other but slowly grew up and grew apart.
19 years later, I saw Celeste again-- at Rey’s wake.
She was standing outside the chapel smoking one of those thin cigarettes. I went up to her and said, “Hi. Alex --my name is Alex. I was Rey’s old neighbor. From Markina.”
She blinked. Then recognized me. “Yes, I remember. When I came home for Rhonda’s wedding. Wow! How’s it been? Do you still chase tutubi?”
“No, sorry. I stopped doing that. I’m a writer now. I write for the papers. And you? What have you been up to?”
She waved her cigarette in the air as she answered. “A bit of this. A bit of that.”
Her smoke made me cough. I tried to keep our little conversation going. “You know they built a mall in that place where we used to catch tutubis. I still jog there in the morning, when the mall is still closed, and on some months I can still see some tutubis flying around that area.”
Celeste looked away, like she was looking for someone. “Malls. They’re everywhere,” she said.
She took a puff from her cigarette and continued, ”We basically live in malls. We’ll die in malls, you know. I used to work in this mall and everyday I’d see this guy. He wasn’t really a bum. He had money to buy stuff, but he’d make such a big fuss about what to buy. Took him hours trying to figure out if he should buy it or not. He’d get all friendly with all the sales ladies and the guys at the food court. Know them all by name and you’d think they were friends or something, but the guys were just doing their job and being nice to him because he’s a customer. One day, at closing time, they found him in the parking lot, in his car. Turned out he owned a Jaguar. They found him dead in his car. Didn’t really die of carbon monoxide poisoning. He just died. Like his heart just stopped beating. Like he just decide to one day quit it all.”
She dropped what was left of her cigarette to the ground and stepped on it with her Doc Martins. “I guess that’s why you should never put tutubis in a jar,” she said with a smile.
Celeste’s mom called her. She turned to me and said, “Bye. Gotta go. Nice to see you again.” But you know it was just one of those things she always says.
We buried Rey the next day.
There was a heavy downpour as we drove from the chapel to the cemetery.
But as soon as we arrived, the rain stopped.
The ground was muddy and it was slow and slippery walk to where we were going to bury him.
And as were about to lower his casket into the ground, the tutubis started to appear.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
A million tutubis.
They hovered around, zoomed here and there, but they didn’t bother anyone. They just watched over the whole proceedings.
After the casket was lowered and the first shovel-full of dirt was thrown in, the tutubis started to fly away.
nasa dulo to nung magazine.
naaliw ako, kung kaya't, naisip ko xiang ipost dito.:D
enjoy :)
The Summer of a Million Tutubis
by Dino Igancio and Budjette Tan
Her name was Celeste. We met back in the summer of `82.
I was nine years old and she was eight.
She was Rey’s cousin from San Francisco. She came to visit and was the flower girl in Rey’s older sister’s wedding.
It was a hot, dusty summer in Marikina.
We spent it playing in the streets all day and eating halo-halo at Aling Ninding’s store. She would always put more lanka in the halo-halo than Manang Lety from across the street.
Every day after lunch, my Nanay Loleng would make me take a nap until the afternoon sun went away. I would twist and turn in my bed until I was allowed out to meet my friends. It was a true test of patience but it always paid off once I was allowed out.
It was the summer of tutubis.
The summer of the million tutubis.
We must have caught over a hundred of them that day and they just kept on coming. We chased them and put them in jars, and no matter how many holes we punched on the lid they all seemed to die by the next morning.
We wanted to keep them as pets. Give them names. Set them free inside the house and make them fly around as we played with other toys. But they’d always die before we could get them back home. Sometimes we’d breathe into the holes to make sure they had enough air, but that also didn’t work.
It seemed like the summer would never end. But it did.
Aling Ninding stopped serving halo-halo, the tutubis left, the salagubangs came and Celeste went back to San Francisco.
Rey and I still saw each other but slowly grew up and grew apart.
19 years later, I saw Celeste again-- at Rey’s wake.
She was standing outside the chapel smoking one of those thin cigarettes. I went up to her and said, “Hi. Alex --my name is Alex. I was Rey’s old neighbor. From Markina.”
She blinked. Then recognized me. “Yes, I remember. When I came home for Rhonda’s wedding. Wow! How’s it been? Do you still chase tutubi?”
“No, sorry. I stopped doing that. I’m a writer now. I write for the papers. And you? What have you been up to?”
She waved her cigarette in the air as she answered. “A bit of this. A bit of that.”
Her smoke made me cough. I tried to keep our little conversation going. “You know they built a mall in that place where we used to catch tutubis. I still jog there in the morning, when the mall is still closed, and on some months I can still see some tutubis flying around that area.”
Celeste looked away, like she was looking for someone. “Malls. They’re everywhere,” she said.
She took a puff from her cigarette and continued, ”We basically live in malls. We’ll die in malls, you know. I used to work in this mall and everyday I’d see this guy. He wasn’t really a bum. He had money to buy stuff, but he’d make such a big fuss about what to buy. Took him hours trying to figure out if he should buy it or not. He’d get all friendly with all the sales ladies and the guys at the food court. Know them all by name and you’d think they were friends or something, but the guys were just doing their job and being nice to him because he’s a customer. One day, at closing time, they found him in the parking lot, in his car. Turned out he owned a Jaguar. They found him dead in his car. Didn’t really die of carbon monoxide poisoning. He just died. Like his heart just stopped beating. Like he just decide to one day quit it all.”
She dropped what was left of her cigarette to the ground and stepped on it with her Doc Martins. “I guess that’s why you should never put tutubis in a jar,” she said with a smile.
Celeste’s mom called her. She turned to me and said, “Bye. Gotta go. Nice to see you again.” But you know it was just one of those things she always says.
We buried Rey the next day.
There was a heavy downpour as we drove from the chapel to the cemetery.
But as soon as we arrived, the rain stopped.
The ground was muddy and it was slow and slippery walk to where we were going to bury him.
And as were about to lower his casket into the ground, the tutubis started to appear.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
A million tutubis.
They hovered around, zoomed here and there, but they didn’t bother anyone. They just watched over the whole proceedings.
After the casket was lowered and the first shovel-full of dirt was thrown in, the tutubis started to fly away.
chorva!
CHORVA has its etymology from the Greek word "cheorvamus," meaning "for lack of the right word to say," or "in place of anything you want to express but cannot verbalize." Ibig sabihin pala, siya ay parang "aloha" sa wikang Hawaiiano, which can mean many, many things.
"Chorva" can be used as:
Noun: "ano" / "kwan" / "or something"
Adjective: used if you want to be polite.
Verb: can replace any verb
"Chorva" is such an amazing word; it lets you choose your own adventure. At least, you will never be accused of putting words in somebody else's mouth. If you don't have anything to say, or you can't find the right word to say, or you want to say something but you don't know how to say it, just say
CHORVA!
Variations: Chuva, Chenes, Chenelyn
"Chorva" can be used as:
Noun: "ano" / "kwan" / "or something"
"Ate Glow, kelan yung birthday chorva ni Big Mike?"
"Hoy, Vicky to, whatcha gonna wear ba? The sporty or the chinese chorva mo?"
Adjective: used if you want to be polite.
"Ang chorva naman niyan!"
(So, ano ba? Pangit ba o maganda? Baduy ba or maarte? They will never know what you really mean.)
Verb: can replace any verb
"Chorva lang ng chorva!"
"Chorva" is such an amazing word; it lets you choose your own adventure. At least, you will never be accused of putting words in somebody else's mouth. If you don't have anything to say, or you can't find the right word to say, or you want to say something but you don't know how to say it, just say
CHORVA!
Variations: Chuva, Chenes, Chenelyn
Monday, April 28, 2008
how old am i?
I am 18 years old.
I am 222 months old.
I am 969 weeks old
I am 6,780 days old.
I am 162,731 hours old.
I am 9,763,868 minutes old.
I am 585,832,085 seconds old.
it has been a long run for me, but i haven't tasted the real life yet..
after those units of time..
we will never know what would happen next.
the only thing i can do is wait,
stand still, and get ready for anything life would throw me.
it can be an obstacle, or a break from the civilization.
anything can be done, and anytime, it will end, too.
it's the time's decision, i have nothing to argue with it.
I am 222 months old.
I am 969 weeks old
I am 6,780 days old.
I am 162,731 hours old.
I am 9,763,868 minutes old.
I am 585,832,085 seconds old.
it has been a long run for me, but i haven't tasted the real life yet..
after those units of time..
we will never know what would happen next.
the only thing i can do is wait,
stand still, and get ready for anything life would throw me.
it can be an obstacle, or a break from the civilization.
anything can be done, and anytime, it will end, too.
it's the time's decision, i have nothing to argue with it.
somewhere summer is a welcome sight.
somewhere summer is a welcome sight
where the air is transfixed by the flight
of fireflies and groves grow
thick with names of sturdy oak and
fragrant pine.
somewhere the word solstice was
invented
people live without moons
in mazes of pines and
underbrush.
new words are invented
to capture how sweeping
cold whiteness a sigh
is caught in mid-air;
how swans crane their
necks
to glimpse the passing sun.
here mosquitoes throw riddles
to the air
and bodies lie sprawled on concrete
and grass
there are no metaphors for
living --
the sun is a bright haze
for us peasant and workers. (we are the lucky ones living i our own detached space uncalloused, pure, with leisure enough to dream and reasons always to be dissatisfied.)
somewhere summer is a welcome sight
where the air is transfixed by the flight
of fireflies and groves grow thick
with names.
swans crane their necks
to glimpse the passing sun.
nothing to undo.
no distances to run.
- Mookie Katigbak (Heights 97'-98')
~ oh well, i really felt the true meaning of 'summer' in this poem. Summer does not only mean "heat", "hot", "beaches" and "recreation."
Summer also means to be free from all the things you have done before this time. Forgetting all the problems, thinking, fantasizing and enjoying. To make the long story short, to be happy with your family and friends.
We also need to focus on ourselves, think of our mistakes and what we need to change. That's why, i guess, there is such thing as a summer vacation. Summer is a time for comfort, for reflection, for bonding.
Summer is a welcome sight on beaches or on resthouses, but it will be more meaningful with your loved ones.
How about you? where is your welcome sight for summer? :)
where the air is transfixed by the flight
of fireflies and groves grow
thick with names of sturdy oak and
fragrant pine.
somewhere the word solstice was
invented
people live without moons
in mazes of pines and
underbrush.
new words are invented
to capture how sweeping
cold whiteness a sigh
is caught in mid-air;
how swans crane their
necks
to glimpse the passing sun.
here mosquitoes throw riddles
to the air
and bodies lie sprawled on concrete
and grass
there are no metaphors for
living --
the sun is a bright haze
for us peasant and workers. (we are the lucky ones living i our own detached space uncalloused, pure, with leisure enough to dream and reasons always to be dissatisfied.)
somewhere summer is a welcome sight
where the air is transfixed by the flight
of fireflies and groves grow thick
with names.
swans crane their necks
to glimpse the passing sun.
nothing to undo.
no distances to run.
- Mookie Katigbak (Heights 97'-98')
~ oh well, i really felt the true meaning of 'summer' in this poem. Summer does not only mean "heat", "hot", "beaches" and "recreation."
Summer also means to be free from all the things you have done before this time. Forgetting all the problems, thinking, fantasizing and enjoying. To make the long story short, to be happy with your family and friends.
We also need to focus on ourselves, think of our mistakes and what we need to change. That's why, i guess, there is such thing as a summer vacation. Summer is a time for comfort, for reflection, for bonding.
Summer is a welcome sight on beaches or on resthouses, but it will be more meaningful with your loved ones.
How about you? where is your welcome sight for summer? :)
high-tech na neighborhood.
just thought about this post. anytime in the future, we'll have this kind of environment :))
nakakaaliw mang isipin, pero malay natin diba??
sa mga panahon palang na ito..isipin mo na lng..
mga tricycle driver, may ipod.
mga barker ng jeep, may cellphone, with matching earphones pa! :))
eto malupit, taong grasa, nagcocomputer! :))
anyway, enough of the segway :))
nakakaaliw mang isipin, pero malay natin diba??
sa mga panahon palang na ito..isipin mo na lng..
mga tricycle driver, may ipod.
mga barker ng jeep, may cellphone, with matching earphones pa! :))
eto malupit, taong grasa, nagcocomputer! :))
anyway, enough of the segway :))
Isang hapon ay lumabas si Mr. Montemayor para bumili ng internet prepaid card sa sari-sari store dahil nawalan sila ng DSL connection at kelangan nyang mag-email.
Pagdating nya sa tindahan ay nakita sya ni Ethan na nagtetext habang kumakain ng bananacue.
Ethan: Sir! Magandang hapon po. Ako nga pala si Ethan, yung kaibigan ni Inday.
Mr. Montemayor: Ahh ok. Gandang hapon din. Ka-text mo si Inday?
Ethan: Ahh, hindi po sir. Nag-susurf lang ako dito sa cellphone ko, checheck ng balita.
Mr. Montemayor: (nabigla) Ahh… ok… galing ah. Sige.
Kumatok sya sa tindahan at lumapit ang tindera.
Tindera: Ano po yun?
Mr. Montemayor: Meron ba kayong prepaid internet card? Yung 100 pesos lang, bigyan mo ako yung mabilis at mabenta.
Tindera: Ahh meron po sir. Pero kung gusto niyo mabilis talaga, nag-ooffer din kami ng Airborne Access prepaid card. Aabot naman yung wifi namin sa bahay ninyo kasi may mga booster antennas naman kami. Kelangan niyo lang ng computer or laptop na may wifi adapter. 100 lang rin sir para sa 60 minutes.
Mr. Montemayor: (laglag ang panga) Ahh sige, pwede siguro yan. Samahan mo na rin ng isang Cheers softdrink.
Tumambay muna si Mr. Montemayor sa tindahan habang inuubos ang softdrink nang may dumaang maglalako.
Maglalako: (sumisigaw) Hoppppp… Hopppp… HopiaManiPopcornDomainNamesatWebHostinggg…
Nasamid si Mr. Montemayor sa kanyang iniinom.
stoic.
i wish, i am a stone,
so when time comes
that people want me
out of their life,
they can throw me
as far as they could.
i may break into pieces,
but, atleast
i would not feel any pain.
so when time comes
that people want me
out of their life,
they can throw me
as far as they could.
i may break into pieces,
but, atleast
i would not feel any pain.
some facts about me. :D
in random order just popped out of my mind
[ 10 favorite bands ]
01. OneRepublic
02. Lifehouse
03. Paramore
04. MCR
05. FOB
06. Sandwich
07. Callalily
08. Moonstar88
09. Sugarfree
10. Imago
[ 9 favorite movies ]
01. Coach Carter
02. Star Wars Trilogy
03. Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy
04. Tokyo Drift
05. Cinderella Story
06. Enchanted!
07. Hairspray
08. Over the Hedge
09. Dream Girls (wootwoot, i have 13 movies!)
[ 8 best friends ]
01. Amievelle
02. Mafae
03. Jenica
04. Nikka
05. Deidre
06. Andrei
07. Tam
08. Trisha
[ 7 favorite TV shows ]
01. ANTM
02. Pimp My Ride
03. Make me a Supermodel
04. Beauty and the Geek
05. Barefoot Contessa
06. Xiaolin Showdown
07. Avatar: The Legend of Aang :D
[ 6 little known facts about you ]
01. Gian
02. Boy
03. 18 years of age
04. an incoming sophomore student
05. energetic
06. thin and skinny :|
[ 5 favorite foods ]
01. adobo
02. california maki
03. tapsilog
04. salisbury steak
05. snacks :))
[ 4 people you've hugged today ]
01. dad
02. mom
03. mafae
04. myself (does that count?)
[ 3 future goals ]
01. graduate
02. have a job
03. go abroad.
[ 2 things you hate ]
01. idle-ness
02. boredom
[ 1 quote to live by ]
01. "nothing is impossible, impossible is nothing."
[ 10 favorite bands ]
01. OneRepublic
02. Lifehouse
03. Paramore
04. MCR
05. FOB
06. Sandwich
07. Callalily
08. Moonstar88
09. Sugarfree
10. Imago
[ 9 favorite movies ]
01. Coach Carter
02. Star Wars Trilogy
03. Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy
04. Tokyo Drift
05. Cinderella Story
06. Enchanted!
07. Hairspray
08. Over the Hedge
09. Dream Girls (wootwoot, i have 13 movies!)
[ 8 best friends ]
01. Amievelle
02. Mafae
03. Jenica
04. Nikka
05. Deidre
06. Andrei
07. Tam
08. Trisha
[ 7 favorite TV shows ]
01. ANTM
02. Pimp My Ride
03. Make me a Supermodel
04. Beauty and the Geek
05. Barefoot Contessa
06. Xiaolin Showdown
07. Avatar: The Legend of Aang :D
[ 6 little known facts about you ]
01. Gian
02. Boy
03. 18 years of age
04. an incoming sophomore student
05. energetic
06. thin and skinny :|
[ 5 favorite foods ]
01. adobo
02. california maki
03. tapsilog
04. salisbury steak
05. snacks :))
[ 4 people you've hugged today ]
01. dad
02. mom
03. mafae
04. myself (does that count?)
[ 3 future goals ]
01. graduate
02. have a job
03. go abroad.
[ 2 things you hate ]
01. idle-ness
02. boredom
[ 1 quote to live by ]
01. "nothing is impossible, impossible is nothing."
new blog! :D
just got a new blog. "umaasenso na ako!" haha!
hope to use this more often :)
good luck sa blogging carreer ko. boohoo!
hope to use this more often :)
good luck sa blogging carreer ko. boohoo!
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