Funny Commuters

Commuting is very tiring: Squeezing your way through mass transportations, boring your way through the EDSA traffic, contaminating your lungs with smog notwithstanding free unwanted face powder every time smokebelchers pass you by. There are a lot of ways a commuter can describe the stress commuting induces. As for me, it drains me farther after the toxic of school. Look, what will you feel after taking a two-hour exam then when you sardined yourself through MRT the man beside you smells like sinigang. Hahahah. However things could be fun in commuting. Today, while going home, three scenes caught my attention.

The first one was a man, at least on what his formal business attire could say to me. We entered the MRT on Ayala Avenue and as it is expected, we should squeeze through the sardine-like train to avoid the EDSA rush-hour traffic. So we are standing station from station, our bodies bumped to each other many times (he is good-looking by the way) and he was texting. I dunno but for some reasons, without any intentions to pry (or maybe there is, I keep on denying it), I saw he's texting some named Sir Jeffrey. The message read (NV): "Mahal nasa train na ako, malapit na ako. I love you po". Processing this particular scene, many possible theories came into my head, but given my scientific background, Occam Razor's Principle says to me that he is gay. So we girls, we come to a conclusion that, "Aanhin pa ang gwapo, kung gwapo rin ang hanap." (What we'll do to a handsome man if he looks for another handsome man.)

I got over the gay guy from the train, so I went down North Avenue Station, walked from Trinoma to the bus stop in SM and boarded the bus. The bus is fairly deserted and it is unusual for the rush-hour to have a bus hardly half-full. So I sat by the left side of the train and seated beside the windows. Opposite my seat is a couple, the guy is from FEU (noticed from the uniform) and the girl is a saleslady (note the varicose veins behind that skin-toned stockings). It is approximately one-hour ride from SM North to my home in Bulacan and we passengers occupied like almost one-fifth of the seats and we are staggered everywhere. I am a keen observant myself so I noticed it when the couple transferred to the back seats which no one is seating. As a malicious person and I concluded that my senses are right because upon looking at the mirror (Not to check if my face is oily again but to spy on the couple) I saw the couple lip-locking and tongue fighting at the back seat. I suggest these two persons should flick their channels to ETC 21 and wait Tyra Banks to say "Too much PDA, GO GET A ROOM".

Ten minutes away from the stop, there was also this putaching looking lady two rows up but on the other side of the bus. She is awfully dressed and heavily made-up. The hair was pony-tailed on one side and I can imagine her waiting in Cubao overpass for drunken and ill-smelled customers who only come at night. We are nearing our stop and she prep herself up. It is kinda weird because the bus is homebound but she put another layer of lipstick to her kalyo-infested lips and  sprayed a mist of perfume (In fairness to her she has a nice perfume) to her cloth-scarced dress but what annoyed me the most is that the smell of her hand lotion. It diffused in air and its like there is a funeral on going inside the bus. Oh well, I can't blame her she looks like a putaching.


It is funny seeing these kinds of people while commuting. You don't really know if they made your busy day a little lighter or they made it worse. As for me, I just had a very funny commuting experience

Tactless me

This past few days, I have been the center of the attention of one of my facebook pages I belong to. That page was inteded for the alumni and current students of my high school. Well, I seldom post there, I am not a fan of those things but for the sake of quenching the thirsts of my ex-classmate for news about me I reluctantly accepted the invitation for me to join and have some posts there occasionally. It so happens that one night while I boringly surfed the net and I came by the page, a post of someone I didn't know (but apparently from my school) irritated me a lot.  

I can't remember what she said (let's name her Ms. X) verbatim but it's something about FaceBook being overcrowded and you need to repost that particular note Ms. X posted around 15 times (I think) so that Mark Zuckerberg, His Eternal Hotness, would not delete your account. The post irritated me so much to the point that I replied, with a very harsh tone, that obviously insulted Ms. X.

I deemed the post stupid. Of course it is! IT IS A FREAKING CHAIN MAIL, a freaking, in short, a waste of time. Yes, I know I am guilty of believing in those in some point of time (Who does not really?). But you get the sense of plain idiocy in posting these kinds of notes in a public post to gain access in a 23 kilobyte of attention from the world that does not care. In this era of information availability, these kind of notes is totally sacrilegious to the intent of using the internet which so happens many of us abuses. I reacted, in short, very negatively while emphasizing every word in caps lock. This had me the spotlight of the page and several people reacted, most of them neutrally, but there are some, well not counting Ms. X (which by the natural law of action and reaction responded to my reply), who also attacked me in the page.

 

I regretted replying to the post so blatantly. I must not have called her names. Maybe I was too bored that time because of staring the whole day on my TweetDeck page, but I know that that wasn't the right excuse for me to insult Ms. X. This is the thing about me. Ever since I was so frank and tactless I don't care for every word that comes to my mouth. My tita could recall how I corrected the grammar of a certain lady when I was three years old. I could also recall putting to shame a teacher of mine who does not know what he is talking about. My friends vividly remembers the day they met me and I unnecessarily commented on the way they act. I am very careless with my words and I say what I want to say, whether or not it is insulting or complementing (Well mostly it is insulting, but nonetheless, I complement people if they deserve to. That's a good one isn't it?). Well it just happened that what I did backfired on me.

At the end of the day I learned two things. One is that, words make or break. It matters very much what I say to a certain person and my words are my responsibility (So as you my dear reader.). On the brighter side, I have learned that there are still the dear old friends that reminds me that I have erred this time and that I should apologize for what I have done.

PS. I watched the 10th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables. My favorites are Fantine and Eponine, portrayed respectively by Ruthie Henshall and my idol Lea Salonga. This past few days, I am suffering-- the right term would be indulging-- having the Last Song Syndrome on I Dreamed A Dream, Fantine's Death, On My Own and Master of the House. Great watch it is! There are videos in YouTube

Hilarious Listen Last Night

So last night was the pilot episode of Good Times With Mo the Podcast featuring the "Philippine Genius" DJ  Mo Twister, and his new co-host Dr. Gan Montenegro. It was a great show, as always whenever DJ Mo is there. Their first celebrity guest was the controversial macho-dancer Dr. Hayden Kho. The show was primarily dedicated for those who have love/sex questions. The good thing about this podcast is that there is no MTRCB so the hosts are free to talk any word they wish. (It was hilarious hearing Mo Twister curse "Tang ina" with that slang accent). Another great thing about the show is that every caller wins a Samsung MP3 and if you are the best caller of the night, you might win GC's or Lenova Laptops or out of the country trips etc.

There were a lot of sex/love questions asked last night and midway it got boring. But then, this stupid jejemon slut called and asked about her stupid situation where she flirted with a married man and she is afraid that she might be pregnant. As a home-wrecker she is, of course, she was called idiot and stupid by Mo and so many of us listening through UStream. I bitched her all through out in the chatroom and as a jejemon as she is, i hope that all Jejemons like her will face their own Hitler and be the victim of the totally legitimate propaganda called Jejemon Holocaust. God! How cheap the girl is (And I am taking it personally for the home-wrecker sluts)! For more, when Mo said that she could win the laptop she started to cry. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cry. This is my dream". Duh?! I won't even pardon her TH english. Too bad (and Hallelujah) she just won GC's for TGIFridays which undoubtedly she has never heard of coz the most expensive restaurants she could ever get in to is Jollibee. God, she just woke up the resident bitch inside me!

Anyway guys, I hope you could get to listen to this podcast. Topics may not be that interesting if you are not in to sex but yeah, the show could be amazing. If you want to listen for the last night's episode, click here  and just scroll down until you reach the Podcast button. It is also available through iTunes.

And don't forget to listen to him Mondays-Fridays 10PM-12PM on UStream. You could also listen to him anytime by downloading the podcasts through iTunes. Also follow DJ Mo Twister on Twitter @djmotwister, and Dr. Gan Montenegro @gan. The podcast has also it's own official Twitter Account, it's @GTWMPodcast. Call 659-6969 to get in to the show and win prizes and you can also calll via Skype (and you will be greeted/entertained by Bikini Girl) goodtimeswithmopodcast.

SO there guys! Good Times!

PS: Tonight's guest will be Ruffa Gutirrez. :)

A Letter I Could Never Give/Tell to my Childhood Playmate

Five years ago we were playmates. Yeah, I was in high school and I play with you and your sister and our neighbors while you we're midway through elementary school. I'm three years older than you but we never mind, we play and play and play together until we bathed in our own sweat and we smelled stinky as hell. As the sun sets, we would go back to hour houses, looking forward for another round of Tagu-taguan next day.

Three years ago, I went to college without bidding farewell, You just started with high school-- so young-- you wouldn't care. As for me, I knew as soon as I graduated, I knew that I was too old for Langit-lupa and I have to deal with the problems of my troubled family, and the only way I could do that is by maturing. You wouldn't care for those things yet, but for me, I have to face the consequences of being three years older than you.

Then here I am, coming back to the neighborhood three years after I took off. My brother and sister are now in school and the town changed so much . I saw you...all grown-up...height is taller, shoulders are wider and voice is deeper. Yet, you still have that fluffy big brown eyes on your blemish-free face. You looked at me and smiled and I sent it back to you. But that's it. However deep inside, I wished we could talk about the three years we didn't see each other.

I see you everyday. We almost left our own home for school at the same time but we still do not talk. Maybe you matured too and found yourself too old to have a talk with your childhood  playmate. Or maybe we have different lives now---me going through college, establishing myself; and you coping and adjusting yourself through adolescence. I'm three years older than you and this age gap seems longer than it actually is.

To tell you the truth, I longed for the day you and I sit side-by-side, hands clasped, and my head resting on your broad shoulder. Not that I love you but I do like you. I am three years older and that makes me legal now and you are still not. These three years is hard for us to understand. i have too much burden but you still have the enthusiasm every day. I wouldn't want to take that away from you. But looking at you everyday makes my heart pounds wildly and every time you smile at me makes my blood rush to my face (Thanks to my dark complexion, you never noticed). but now, being three years older than you, I think the farthest I could go with you is just cherishing your malice-devoid smile and selfishly enjoy the instantaneous pleasure of seeing you smiling at me.

I was supposed to write this blog last night but I am so dead tired of a whole day walking on a 5-inch heels. On the plus side, while visiting my high school, I met (not really met met) this uber cute senior boy. Ahhhhhh, I feel so old being 18 and being legal, I might be sued for child abuse if I tried to flirt with this cute guy. Hahaha, oh well, I am still looking for love........my 2011 love predictions are on the positive side.

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Sometime around 9PM last night, my lolo and I spotted Jupiter on the Western sky. In these past few days, Jupiter reigned as the brightest celestial object because Venus is not yet visible. The thing about Jupiter is that it moves fast so an amateur sky observer with an ordinary telescope has a little time to catch this planet on the sky. Also, I just appreciated living on the suburbs because of it is devoid of light pollution and it is easier to star gaze.

Here are the photos taken from my lol's TASCO telescope and my N6600.

Jupiter is the one in the center. Io, its biggest moon is the one on the upper left. The blurred colors on the lower side amazed me.

Another picture of Jupiter

PS: It is so hard aligning my phone's lens to the lens of the telescope. It is much easier doing this using a microscope.