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Tuesday, October 07, 2008:
Bagong friends ni Plastic Lightsaber Boy.
 Ben and Newton.Posted by Bru at Monday, September 15, 2008:
Chickenjoy.
I stay even when it is time to cross the road.Posted by Bru at :
Ceres
I'm really gonna kill Asfer for advertising that Cafe Manila's download/upload capability is as fast as a lightning. It IS moving like an effin' snail now.Anyhoo, I went to Simala with my Atenews pals and some other Eng'g board reviewers yesterday. Simala is a Marian sanctuary/shrine/pilgrimage site. I didn't know it is until I got there; I thought we were just going to this historical church. There was a very long queue, a lot of people and it was very hot and we didn't eat breakfast. I've never been to such kind of place. I am never a devotee of anything and never been to any pilgrimage site until then so imagine my cluelessness on the whole thing. They handed a piece of paper to me and I was like "Para asa ni?". It was for my petition/prayers; I should write them down then we're going to drop them in a prayer box. Wow. I started mine with "I don't know but they said I'm supposed to write my prayers here..." Honestly. They also had these colored candles, a color for a specific prayer. I was amused. I felt strange doing something I don't really believe in, just went with the flow, for the sake of. And I had to go far and get baked in the sun just to do it. Please don't get me wrong, I believe in God. I am just not religious. I greatly respect the people who are and if they want to spend their lives to such belief. I just have my own ways. But it was good to reunite with my Atenews friends again. It has been a very long time :) Ainna couldn't make it. Gi-harrass na lang namo sya nga manlibre :D Posted by Bru at Tuesday, August 26, 2008:
Hello all.
May nilagay akong bgmusic dito - Shut Up And Let Me Go ng The Ting Tings.Kung ayaw nyong marinig or naiirita kayo, pakiclose lang ng blog ko. Yun lang. Salamat. Posted by Bru at Sunday, August 10, 2008:
Happy Birthday.
Posted by Bru at Monday, August 04, 2008:
Hello, I feel miserable today.
And I want to believe it's just hormonal.I'm watching Grey's Anatomy on DVD and I cry almost every damn episode, it's pathetic. I am very emotional and sensitive and jaded and depressed these days. As I've said, I hope this is just hormonal imbalance or what not because I didn't have my menstruation last month. I feel hopeless. At everything. === Barista: Hello! *big smile* Raymond and I: Hi. Barista: Are you Koreans? Raymond and I: No. I swear I was surprised by her question, I was stifling my laughter and disbelief. Raymond is Chinese and I want to believe I have a drop of Jap blood. Must really be the hair. And then... Raymond: *looking at some Russian* Kumusta naman ang high waist ni kuya? Ako: Pati medyas high-waisted. Posted by Bru at Wednesday, July 23, 2008:
Sandalo.
Hey there. I was supposed to post something like "Hey I'm back! Unwelcome me!" or "I just turned 23 but who cares" kind of entry but I got this message from a friend from college whom I fondly call 'Crush'. I was swept away.Roan dear, Do you remember when we used to sit by the coffee benches pretending to study for our law class but talk about girls and love and cartoon characters and gadgets and blueberry cheesecake and pizza and our impending philosophy 106 assignments and that eerie place near the 5th floor comfort room where the lightbulb had gone out? I miss you terribly. Nagmukha yata akong lesbian sa "...talk about girls" :D Pau, I remember when we used to sit by the purple, yellow and green coffee table benches at the 5th floor talking about drug use and the chairs falling from the sky and revel bars and Spongebob Squarepants and my supposed former love affair and the state of our government and ghosts in Canisius while pretending to study media law and argue over cases. Posted by Bru at Sunday, June 22, 2008:
This post is for today.
The burial's this Wednesday. Whutthe, I thought it would be Saturday or Sunday. Now my father wants me to be there ASAP which means I have to be on leave by Tuesday and I haven't even told Raymond I have to be off that soon. Now again my father became rather upset and bully-ish when I told him I'd fly to Davao so my sister and I could go together to his province. He was like 'Why Davao? Just go directly to Cagayan de Oro (it's nearer to Lanao del Sur) or just meet up in Maramag because you have to be here the soonest and we only have little time to see your grandmother one last time!" Okaaaaay. I know you're in some mood and all but please I don't know anything about CDO and Maramag. I don't know how to go to Lanao del Sur alone and my sister does. I also need her to keep me sane JUST IN CASE some drama will happen. Gaaaah I'd like to bitch and cry and curse NOW.I'm sorry. Okay, I'm upset and in some mood as well. I'm now imagining that my paternal relatives are planning to have me deliver some kind of speech for the burial. Gaah I'd rather sit, mourn and get nostalgic. With all due respect to my grandmother, I loved her AND she knew I don't talk much. I guess what I am really worrying now is the possibility of my father bullying and blackmailing me and giving me that look if I oppose to his demands, then leave an almost unbearable heavy air of disappointment on me. It would be just great. Really. I'd rather be invisible right now. Hey grandma, have a good life up there. Tell me about galaxies, nebulae, black holes, constellations, space ships and aliens, okay? Posted by Bru at :
Just imagine this was posted yesterday.
1. Yesterday, it rained the whole day. Possibly today and tomorrow, too. I listened to Tori Amos and ate Pretzels. Hello Frank.2. I had this sweet dream that involved a person, a place, a letter and a book. I won't give much details because I don't want to get any more obvious. It would be nice if I get that feeling. A realization: I almost always don't get to the desirable end AND I always find ways to complicate things like looking for proofs and reason in trivialities and the obvious. 3. In our family, women die first. That's my theory. My first encounter with death in the family was that of my maternal grandmother's. I liked her because she let me eat candies and ice candy, climb trees, collect Ovaltine toys and told me not to touch electric posts because I'd turn into steel. Second was my father's aunt whom we called "Mommy". She was talkative and cheerful. Her household seemed to be always full with people - relatives and neighbors. I was quite surprised how thin she became when complications of diabetes and some heart disease took their toll. She didn't like hospitalizations, check-ups, and regulation on her food intake. She also told me she preferred to just die right away than see her eldest daughter work her ass off for her meds and all. I couldn't say anything. Third is just recently, my paternal grandmother. Father hasn't told me the cause of death yet. I bet she just died of old age. She was tough, thrifty, spiritual and talkative, too. She enjoyed and never failed to repetitively tell these two stories to people: 1. how I munched a handful of chili when she left me under a tree to attend to her beloved garden-slash-farm, and 2. the morning I asked my father if he was going to the office when I saw him in boots, straw hat, old and torn pants and shirt, and lagaraw (he was off to my grandfather's cornfield). They all happened when I was, I think, between 3-5 years old during one or two of our countless trips/vacations in Lanao del Sur. These two events in my childhood resulted to my unfriendliness to spicy food and my grandmother's habit of referring their bukid (hers and her neighbors') as their 'office'. These three women had been mothers to me. Posted by Bru at |
 Deep fried chicken.
I'm Roan/Bru. I am now sometimes called Roan Jean because of our landlord's confusion with names. Pretty neat, though.
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