/ 2:53:00 PM

Parental Neglect



Later. Tonight. Tomorrow. This weekend.



And before I knew it, the days turned into a month. And more.



It wasn't supposed to be this way.

~^~^~^~^~

Teh Darling Buds of May



The PG Getaway. The last month of the summer season flew by in a flurry of activities. First off, it marked my way-out-of-town-yet-non-school-related oh-my-god-pinayagan-ako-totoo-bah-itoh trip. The first of many more to come, I hope.



The Thursday before that weekend, I was keyed-up with excitement yet I was half waiting for the other shoe (the one that will cause things to go haywire and the outing to be scrapped) to clobber me on the head. I was used to things going all screwy, you see. Ever the pessimist. But what the hey, it suits me eh. Anyways, went to work the next day with my stuff all packed and my hopes hiding behind a hoodie. Hee.



First, say hello to my officemates friends: D, A, L, and M. So the plan was pretty simple: we leave the office at 6 and stay the night at M's place in Batangas before heading out to Puerto Galera early the next day. Spend the Saturday loafing at the beach, gahloring in the evening, and then trudge back home on Sunday so we could all greet our mums a HMD and then go cast our effin votes the next day. Pretty simple, eh? Pffft. NOT.



Gawd, we almost didn't make it to M's. There was so much drama and tension that Friday weekend that I almost wanted to get off the van and bolt to the safety of the shuttle which would take me back home. The "issue" wasn't so much a scary thing actually, just a bad omen. A really bad omen that would make you think twice if there's gonna be fun to be had in the next few days. But since I'm writing about that weekend, then it means that nobody got killed and no friendships were hammered to pieces. Er, at least not permanently. Bwah! =p



Hmmkay. So this entry is on its way to becoming another novella if I keep with this recapping thing.



Lemme keep it short by saying that it was a blast. If you're gonna count out the fact that we ended up with reservations on the wrong side of the island, had to spend three hours hawking for a room to crash into that wasn't 10 miles from the beach front (the last of that hour with me and D guarding our bags and L, A and M doing the rounds) and spent the afternoon at the beach during a massive pre-June downpour. Not to mention our digicam dying out on us and finding out that M and L were atm-dependent. Hah. The whole thing was like a short segment taken out of a bad road trip movie. Luffed it! Heh.



Oh, and have I mentioned that we had a free live show later that evening? We were camped out at the beach around.. oh i don't know, I checked out my time-conscious self back in Manila. Basta it was late na. We were marveling at how inky black the water looked like and getting all ranty about work and shit when we saw something..



[convo]



omg, kita nyo yun?

alin?

yun oh.. *points to a couplewholookedliketheywerecoupling not so far from the shore.*

*giggles*

eto naman oh, baka nagha-hug lang sila..

hello?!?! san ba nakaharap yung girl?

yung girl dito nakaharap, yung guy yung nakatalikod saten

eh mas mataas kaya yung girl..

ay nako, nag-aano yan for sure!

at bakit parang alam na alam mo?



*girl talk about pregnancies (other ppl's) and other gurl stuff*



ohmygod, nakita mo yun?

ang alin? ang ano?

yung tuhod ng gurl!

shet, di ko nakita. sure ka?

hello?! both knees niya kaya sa side ng guy

look yung arms niya naka-brace sa balikat nung guy..



*murmurs and not-so-murmurs of disbelief and "mock" outrage*



ayan tingnan mo, di na sila gumagalaw



*laughter all around while the others get wasted on the half-bottle of Jose*



uy gurls, look



The couplewhohasjustfinishedcoupling shakily and slowly emerge from the water, walking in small steps back to the beach. Nauna muna yung girl. Nag-zipper pa kasi yung guy. Bwahahaha!



*the gurls go on discussing how the couple looks like.. more on how young both the girl and the guy appear to be*



shet, ang kabataan nga naman ngayon..



*more teesks and humps hmphs all around*



grabe hindi rin naman tayo obvious noh

ang lakas boses natin

rinig kaya from there?

(upon confirmation) oo kaya! rinig na rinig ko kayong lahat

bwahahahaha

o tingnan mo, paalis na sila..

hahanap siguro ng mas secluded na place

o baka pagod na

mwahahaha

dali.. i-flashlight natin sila

gagah

dali nga.. asan yung flashlight?



[/end of convo]



Note: The conversation was loosely transcribed from the random chikahan of five ladies, all of which at the time were in various levels of sobriety. Lapse of time has prevented me from recalling the convo verbatim and moreso, from accurately pinpointing whosaidwhich. Hehe. Yay us!



Meeting Jose. Oh and how can I forget that I was shrimpy the whole time we were in Galera? Pwde na cgurong sabihing mukha lang akong sunburned. Kung kakalimutan mo nga lang na sobrang maulan that time. Mwehe. Being shrimpy ain't no fun. I've long since known na shrimp ako, pero to actually look like one? Abuh, ibang usapan na yan. I was covered in rash-like irritants the whole farkin' time. Jose should take a bow. He ought to be proud.



So my being allergic to liquor? It could be a good thing, you know. I'm no drinker anyhow but this allergic reaction isn't the first time it happened. So I'm officially declaring not ruling out the likelihood that this is my own personal side-effect. All the more since I appear to not have a low tolerance for alcohol. Unlike L who was doing the running man after 3/4 (or was it one) shot of teq. *lolz* Nasty stuff. Honestly, I still don't see why this whole biz is all it's cracked up to be.



Or maybe it's because I'm ever the control freak I haven't been truly wasted to know the diff.



Or I hate the part where I get woozy.



Or the hours later when I get soo hyper I can't fall asleep.



Oh and yes, I don't appreciate being rash-y, thankyouverymuch.



Deep Blue Sea. I'm extremely phobic of the sea/ocean/river/pool (aka bodies of water, natural or artificial, in which I could drown). I can't breathe. I'm rendered paralyzed. Then I hyperventilate. I feel the water creeping up and up and up till my chest feels like it's gonna implode. My own personal hell.



I can't swim, that's my first line of defense explanation. Beyond that, I have no more reasons. It just.. is.



That was one of my concerns en route to Galera. That we had to ride a boat to get there. I was tangled in this mesh of horror and anxiety. From motion sickness to barfing to thoughts of getting stranded midsea and the small-ish boat capsizing. I even forgot to think of the sharks. I was too disturbed by the overcast sky doing more damage. Heh. It didn't help that my so-called friends were talking about stories involving humongous waves, topsy-turvy boats and bad weather.



But my worries, as it turned out, were for naught. 30 to 40 minutes into the boat ride, I stopped squeezing my eyes to ward off the pain in my head. My fists weren't as clenched to my side anymore. I fell into a nap with 88.3's (the only station that had a signal) static-filled music whispering into my left ear. When I opened my eyes I-don't-know-how-much later, the boat's engine was shifting gear and we were near the port. I looked behind me and into the waters. And promptly fell in love with the undulating hues of blue and green. It was more than beautiful. The urge to lean further and jump into the water was strong. But not stupidly strong to let me forget what I have in common with my feline brothers and sisters. Heh.



The boat ride home proved to be less stressful for me. I got over the first time. I survived it without breaking into pieces and/or hurling nasty projectiles. It was a comforting thought. This time, I had my elbows over the railing. I was seated sideways and looking out into the horizon and down below, gawking at several flying fish showing off for us, noticing how wave patterns differ from one spot to another, and making up back stories about flotsam and jetsam we passed along the way. This boat was a smaller one and looked more capsize-y yet I was oddly at ease. Or as at ease as I'd ever be, given the circumstances.



I can't wait for the next one.



And then the water became murky and the floaters grew in number.



The magic was broken; the spell, undone.



It could only mean one thing: we were near the port.



It was depressing. I may be afraid of venturing out into the sea (untethered, that is) but it doesn't mean that I care less. A few more years of this and the experience of looking over clear waters would be a savored reality that would be as real as pictures from history books can get. I wanted to haul out my SaveTheSeas plackard and bash people's heads with it.



I feel for the sea. And the multitude of creatures that thrive in it. It is their house, after all. Ain't it?

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 2:53:00 PM

Parental Neglect



Later. Tonight. Tomorrow. This weekend.



And before I knew it, the days turned into a month. And more.



It wasn't supposed to be this way.

~^~^~^~^~

Teh Darling Buds of May



The PG Getaway. The last month of the summer season flew by in a flurry of activities. First off, it marked my way-out-of-town-yet-non-school-related oh-my-god-pinayagan-ako-totoo-bah-itoh trip. The first of many more to come, I hope.



The Thursday before that weekend, I was keyed-up with excitement yet I was half waiting for the other shoe (the one that will cause things to go haywire and the outing to be scrapped) to clobber me on the head. I was used to things going all screwy, you see. Ever the pessimist. But what the hey, it suits me eh. Anyways, went to work the next day with my stuff all packed and my hopes hiding behind a hoodie. Hee.



First, say hello to my officemates friends: D, A, L, and M. So the plan was pretty simple: we leave the office at 6 and stay the night at M's place in Batangas before heading out to Puerto Galera early the next day. Spend the Saturday loafing at the beach, gahloring in the evening, and then trudge back home on Sunday so we could all greet our mums a HMD and then go cast our effin votes the next day. Pretty simple, eh? Pffft. NOT.



Gawd, we almost didn't make it to M's. There was so much drama and tension that Friday weekend that I almost wanted to get off the van and bolt to the safety of the shuttle which would take me back home. The "issue" wasn't so much a scary thing actually, just a bad omen. A really bad omen that would make you think twice if there's gonna be fun to be had in the next few days. But since I'm writing about that weekend, then it means that nobody got killed and no friendships were hammered to pieces. Er, at least not permanently. Bwah! =p



Hmmkay. So this entry is on its way to becoming another novella if I keep with this recapping thing.



Lemme keep it short by saying that it was a blast. If you're gonna count out the fact that we ended up with reservations on the wrong side of the island, had to spend three hours hawking for a room to crash into that wasn't 10 miles from the beach front (the last of that hour with me and D guarding our bags and L, A and M doing the rounds) and spent the afternoon at the beach during a massive pre-June downpour. Not to mention our digicam dying out on us and finding out that M and L were atm-dependent. Hah. The whole thing was like a short segment taken out of a bad road trip movie. Luffed it! Heh.



Oh, and have I mentioned that we had a free live show later that evening? We were camped out at the beach around.. oh i don't know, I checked out my time-conscious self back in Manila. Basta it was late na. We were marveling at how inky black the water looked like and getting all ranty about work and shit when we saw something..



[convo]



omg, kita nyo yun?

alin?

yun oh.. *points to a couplewholookedliketheywerecoupling not so far from the shore.*

*giggles*

eto naman oh, baka nagha-hug lang sila..

hello?!?! san ba nakaharap yung girl?

yung girl dito nakaharap, yung guy yung nakatalikod saten

eh mas mataas kaya yung girl..

ay nako, nag-aano yan for sure!

at bakit parang alam na alam mo?



*girl talk about pregnancies (other ppl's) and other gurl stuff*



ohmygod, nakita mo yun?

ang alin? ang ano?

yung tuhod ng gurl!

shet, di ko nakita. sure ka?

hello?! both knees niya kaya sa side ng guy

look yung arms niya naka-brace sa balikat nung guy..



*murmurs and not-so-murmurs of disbelief and "mock" outrage*



ayan tingnan mo, di na sila gumagalaw



*laughter all around while the others get wasted on the half-bottle of Jose*



uy gurls, look



The couplewhohasjustfinishedcoupling shakily and slowly emerge from the water, walking in small steps back to the beach. Nauna muna yung girl. Nag-zipper pa kasi yung guy. Bwahahaha!



*the gurls go on discussing how the couple looks like.. more on how young both the girl and the guy appear to be*



shet, ang kabataan nga naman ngayon..



*more teesks and humps hmphs all around*



grabe hindi rin naman tayo obvious noh

ang lakas boses natin

rinig kaya from there?

(upon confirmation) oo kaya! rinig na rinig ko kayong lahat

bwahahahaha

o tingnan mo, paalis na sila..

hahanap siguro ng mas secluded na place

o baka pagod na

mwahahaha

dali.. i-flashlight natin sila

gagah

dali nga.. asan yung flashlight?



[/end of convo]



Note: The conversation was loosely transcribed from the random chikahan of five ladies, all of which at the time were in various levels of sobriety. Lapse of time has prevented me from recalling the convo verbatim and moreso, from accurately pinpointing whosaidwhich. Hehe. Yay us!



Meeting Jose. Oh and how can I forget that I was shrimpy the whole time we were in Galera? Pwde na cgurong sabihing mukha lang akong sunburned. Kung kakalimutan mo nga lang na sobrang maulan that time. Mwehe. Being shrimpy ain't no fun. I've long since known na shrimp ako, pero to actually look like one? Abuh, ibang usapan na yan. I was covered in rash-like irritants the whole farkin' time. Jose should take a bow. He ought to be proud.



So my being allergic to liquor? It could be a good thing, you know. I'm no drinker anyhow but this allergic reaction isn't the first time it happened. So I'm officially declaring not ruling out the likelihood that this is my own personal side-effect. All the more since I appear to not have a low tolerance for alcohol. Unlike L who was doing the running man after 3/4 (or was it one) shot of teq. *lolz* Nasty stuff. Honestly, I still don't see why this whole biz is all it's cracked up to be.



Or maybe it's because I'm ever the control freak I haven't been truly wasted to know the diff.



Or I hate the part where I get woozy.



Or the hours later when I get soo hyper I can't fall asleep.



Oh and yes, I don't appreciate being rash-y, thankyouverymuch.



Deep Blue Sea. I'm extremely phobic of the sea/ocean/river/pool (aka bodies of water, natural or artificial, in which I could drown). I can't breathe. I'm rendered paralyzed. Then I hyperventilate. I feel the water creeping up and up and up till my chest feels like it's gonna implode. My own personal hell.



I can't swim, that's my first line of defense explanation. Beyond that, I have no more reasons. It just.. is.



That was one of my concerns en route to Galera. That we had to ride a boat to get there. I was tangled in this mesh of horror and anxiety. From motion sickness to barfing to thoughts of getting stranded midsea and the small-ish boat capsizing. I even forgot to think of the sharks. I was too disturbed by the overcast sky doing more damage. Heh. It didn't help that my so-called friends were talking about stories involving humongous waves, topsy-turvy boats and bad weather.



But my worries, as it turned out, were for naught. 30 to 40 minutes into the boat ride, I stopped squeezing my eyes to ward off the pain in my head. My fists weren't as clenched to my side anymore. I fell into a nap with 88.3's (the only station that had a signal) static-filled music whispering into my left ear. When I opened my eyes I-don't-know-how-much later, the boat's engine was shifting gear and we were near the port. I looked behind me and into the waters. And promptly fell in love with the undulating hues of blue and green. It was more than beautiful. The urge to lean further and jump into the water was strong. But not stupidly strong to let me forget what I have in common with my feline brothers and sisters. Heh.



The boat ride home proved to be less stressful for me. I got over the first time. I survived it without breaking into pieces and/or hurling nasty projectiles. It was a comforting thought. This time, I had my elbows over the railing. I was seated sideways and looking out into the horizon and down below, gawking at several flying fish showing off for us, noticing how wave patterns differ from one spot to another, and making up back stories about flotsam and jetsam we passed along the way. This boat was a smaller one and looked more capsize-y yet I was oddly at ease. Or as at ease as I'd ever be, given the circumstances.



I can't wait for the next one.



And then the water became murky and the floaters grew in number.



The magic was broken; the spell, undone.



It could only mean one thing: we were near the port.



It was depressing. I may be afraid of venturing out into the sea (untethered, that is) but it doesn't mean that I care less. A few more years of this and the experience of looking over clear waters would be a savored reality that would be as real as pictures from history books can get. I wanted to haul out my SaveTheSeas plackard and bash people's heads with it.



I feel for the sea. And the multitude of creatures that thrive in it. It is their house, after all. Ain't it?