so try not to touch me.
ONE~ yesterday, i had this 7am-class but @ 7am i am still at home, in dormant mode. so after some time, decided to leave knowing i shall be reporting for my Cisco class.
walked. reached the intersection. and since it’s still quite early (7:04am), stop lights were still off. i stoped, at least waiting for the perfect time to cross the street, then suddenly this bus (uhh. according to my calculation 200m away from me) is in great haste (with 50-60kph and still accelerating). so i make tawid na kasi kampante ako na hindi ako mabubunggo. while i’m in the middle of the street, a truck was planning to overtake but since i’m in the middle, he was stuck. meanwhile, the bus didnt mind the truck who’s waiting for me to cross so he was derederecho!! MUNTIK NA MABUNGGO UNG BUS SA TRUCK. the long honk of the bus made my eyes O_O i wasnt able to look back fully thinking both drivers started cussing. almost dikit na talaga! not my fault, i guess? :)
TWO~ sunday, nov14, means community service day(6am call-time). so i had to wake 3:30am to prepare and do some rituals. and as usual, my phone failed to rouse me. woke up almost 4:15am then finished by 5am. i’ll skip some part. finally! i’m no my way to school, then the jeepney that i was riding in hit the other jeep in front! nakatigil sya, buti nalang nakasakay agad ung pasahero sa unahan kundi burado na xa sa mundo. the only thing i remember was that my eyes are stupefied by the morning phase while looking through the windshield of the jeep i was riding, then the driver shouted “ay p*ta!” while trying to stop the jeep. great experience. same feeling when riding bumper cars. then after, i went off the jeep, took another ride. glad i arrived at school with my soul still attached to my body.
Be safe, friends :)
i can make things edible. i can cook well enough to survive. you know, frying. just frying. HA. i don’t even know how to bake. am so envious with my mum every time she cooks/bakes heavenly and ooohh-soo-delicious foods. pup keeps on bragging about how mum cooks well. the hell i care. jk. someday, somehow, everyone will surely drool over my Putanesca-ala-Claclah :))
a quote to live by: “bakit madami naman recipe sa net ah? ang dali dali sundin non. saka na ko mag-aral magluto pag may time na”
i will go shopping alone tomorrow after enrolling for next term. actually, i went to school this afternoon but intentionally did not bring with me the money; mom got no money yet in her pocket so i have to encode first the schedule - HAH! my termly routine. so, anyway.
let me tell the story of my day today..
I overslept. my alarm, my trusted phone did not rouse me from sleep. i left it charging last night so i think, while i'm unconscious sleeping, i must have pull or push my phone and by chance, the charger was unplugged. agh. then poof! i overslept. i was late for the encoding of schedule and I LOST A SLOT (CPE132p). but God is still kind. He let that i-dont-know-who homo to open another section for the course so i was able to enroll my CPE course!
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Aggh. Sorry. i really want to rant about my day and finish this blog, but have to hit the sack already. am tired.. but here are the thoughts and phrases of my fucking day:
* a cockroach crawled over my foot.
* rain. flood. my doll shoes almost broke
* dented schedule
* monday-to-sunday classes
ARGHH!!!
BAD VIBES. GO AWAY PLEASE.
PS. I miss you blogger.
I have yet to fully grasp the fact that summer vacation is almost over. the absurdity of life is starting to pick up again. school.
two weeks were enough; got to see my old friends, well literally not just see. we mocked and laughed over each other's stories, got drunk (not much), went to grocery, went shopping, popped some corns, sang-until-our-throat-came-out, sleepover, swimming.. ooh good old days.
(what's wrong with me? i feel like making this a looong blog but here, no words are popping out of my mind)
anyway,
it's june already! no more skin-burning-sunlight, good bye summer. hello rain, hello typhoons, hello floods, hello school, hello Junior year, hello stress, hello eye-bags and hello sleepless nights.
college has always been my reason why for all time, i am, we are changing. it has been hard to open this door. there are things that will definitely change after this coming first term starts. i don't think i'm ready to deal with this new EPIC change. but yeah, one thing is for sure. i've become wise and strong enough to face the transitions..
"BE A WARRIOR, NOT A WORRIER".
before i start coding codes over the night for my taxi system machine problem, i ought to share my thoughts first. Election…
2004. that was the year of the last national elections. that year was the start of sequential aftermath in the Philippines. Gloria won. i was breathing for twelve years back then and my right for suffrage was not valid yet. her success was as weak and fragile as a toothpick. her triumph was the worst failure the Philippines had.
i opened my hands and counted on my fingers, how many years until i become legal? 6 years, and i was “SAKTO! 18 ako na ko nun, makakaboto na ko!”. i was mumbling grumpily in silence, then said to myself, “akala mo gloria, mamamatay ka din”. KASI AYOKO TALAGA KAY GLORIA NUNG BATA PALANG AKO.
maybe you’re wondering who will i vote tomorrow. i still don’t know. my heart WAS for Noynoy. clean-and-transparent. that’s the thing i love about him. i don’t care about his experience deficiency, i don’t care about what others are saying “na lumabas ka lang sa palda ng nanay mo”, i don’t care about those fake bandwagons which tried to shatter his virtue and humane. i am for his cleanliness. i am for his undoubted love for his country. but i have come to the realization that it’s all not enough. really not enough. there is an intangible shortage. reality is reality, and it bites, really hard.
GORDON AND PERLAS. they are my bet. don’t ask me why. I TRUST THEM. I CONFIDE THE PHILIPPINES TO THEM.
i am hoping that my 10-fucking-hours-wasted while waiting in line just to be registered for tomorrow’s election will not be goofed-up. i need a change. i am enjoying my life for 18 years, yet i am sad knowing my country is ill-fated. i am praying and hoping that my 1point-vote would make a change.. so Philippines, VOTE WISELY PLEASE.
~ claclah
i used to say, I MISS BLOGSPOT. but yeah, you changed your name. so hello BLOGGER! :)) my last journal here was a year ago. ages ago.. You used to be my outlet whenever i feel random, blue and whatever. i admit it, i almost forgot you but i promise to update you from now on. :)
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