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it's not right
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i like your brother
Five Years In The Making
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Waiting
For a dorm slot that would never be mine.
For a date that will never take place.
For someone that would never come back.
For a moment that would change someone's life.
For an opportunity that'll soon come.
For him to wake up.
For change.
For freedom.
It's hard to write about something deeper when you've got all these thoughts scattered. *sigh*
Oh, and please pray for one of my former schoolmates who's in a coma right now. He must wake up before 1pm tomorrow, or he'll never be able to wake up again. (You know what I mean.) It couldn't be over yet; life has still so much to offer. A minute of prayer would do.
Hang on. We'll be here waiting.
Dormer
Honestly, I don't know if I'd be happy or not. Yes, I would be miles away from home (read: my brother). I would stay inside the university premises. My dorm mates are also freshmen. And I'd get to wear a wacky costume for one day. It's like moving out and starting a new life on your own, but you still go home on Fridays.
On the other hand, I'm not that ready yet. My body clock is effed up, my things are everywhere, and I'm still very trusting (which, in college, is not a good thing). I know I could do this, but I'm kind of scared.
*sigh* I can do this. *raise fist*
Oh, if you want to read my college blog in vernacular, follow me on Tumblr: limangtaongtambay [dot] tumblr [dot] com. :)
Who are you?
Classes didn't officially start yet, but I've had my share of coming across different kinds of people. Let me share it with you via my old favorite, Rani's Bullets.
- The Conyo
According to the Urban Dictionary, conyo is a "semi-derogatory term for people who seem to be high-class and vain or conscious about their social status and speak in Taglish or broken-Tagalog mixed with English". I don't know if they are indeed high-class, but one thing is sure: they dress more elegantly than I do (yes, they did dress up elegantly for enrollment, while I only wore my humble shirt-jeans combo), yet they pay lesser tuition (apparently, their momma's salary is less than a million per year).
- The Nerd
It's not that they're actually nerds, I just would like to call them such. Okay. These people are usually from science high schools, and a lot of them are taking the same course as mine. I've followed one on Twitter, and man he indirectly intimidates me. Who wouldn't, if you tweet about how good-looking your Advanced Placement seatmate was, and he tweets about finding f(x) if f(g(x)) = 3x²+3 and g'(x) = 2x. I feel inferior. But I hope he's nice in person.
- The Online Friend
The Online Friend is someone who reaches out to everyone, be it his block mate, course mate, or college mate, via social networking. You'll feel "loved" because of his friend-making skills. It sounds weird, but I know you get it.
- The Know-It-All
What's that building? Who is the current dean of our college? Is it true that Building A was once called Building ABC? Give a question, he got the answer. And yes, he's a freshman.
- The Real Friend
This one's different from the Online Friend because the Real Friend shows off his public relations skills outside the internet realm. Someone quirky and talkative, that's him.
Many other personalities roam the streets of the university. The question is, which one are you? Oh, and if this also applies to your school/college/university, why not share it with us? :)
The Return
I'M BACK! \:D/
After half a year of being idle, I'm typing once again. And I'll try to update this for the whole freshman year. You heard me, it's college time. Yes, I got into my dream university, with my not-really-a-dream course. But hey, I might love it, right?
What could you read from my future posts? Well, I might whip up some about my course, the first day, new people, and a new apple of my eye. Here I go again, yes.
Sorry if I sound unorganized. I'll try to make a sensible post some time. :)
Literary Fragments: Do You Remember?
A voice from the far right caught my attention. It was Vic. "When would our baseball game start? I'm kind of hyped up now, you see." His eyes met mine, and for a moment I forgot what I was supposed to do.
"Uh... yeah, right, the game..." I said, as I snapped back to reality. I glanced at the back of the scoreboard and found their schedule. "One-thirty, against the Dragons." "Thank you," he said. He looked satisfied. Suddenly, I blurted the one statement that I couldn't and wouldn't say in my entire life:
"Can I hug you?"
Both of us were surprised. "Uh... sure." He stretched his arms wide, and I wrapped my arms around him with all my might. It felt as if I was embracing an inclined plane. We stayed that way for about two minutes, and then I heard him say, "What the hell am I doing here?"
I let go of him and replied, "You gave your consent, you know." He looked bewildered; I looked confused. "you... you hugged me. Why, Geline?" His eyes showed rage. "WHY?"
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I sprang out of my bed, breathing heavily. Thank God it was just a dream. But seriously, why would I dream of Vic? It has been about two years since I gave up and moved on. I let out a sigh and checked my clock. Seven-forty! I need to go to the Ellipse!
"Sorry I'm late, I kind of had a nightmare," I told Cleo when I got to the Elliptical Road (we call it Ellipse so that the Oval would have its rival). It's where we jog every weekends. "Yeah right. I know you Geline, you just woke up late. You don't have to make excuses," she said with a grin. "Let's go!"
As we were jogging, she talked about her last date. "It was horrible. I got there early, yet I waited for four hours just to receive his text. 'I'm stuck in traffic. In the mean time, go buy some stuff for yourself.' I did; I bought some clothes and left. I ditched him, you--"
"Ouch!" I bumped into some guy and I almost fell flat on the ground. Cleo addressed the guy, saying, "Watch it, will you?" As I regain my balance, I noticed that he had a scar on his face. It was not just any scar; it's somewhat familiar. "Are you all right, miss? I'm very sorry."
"Yes, I'm okay, thank you. It's all right." I stared at his scar. "Excuse me, where did you get that scar? Don't get me wrong, I'm just... you see, I have this childhood friend. I don't know his name, really. We played in the old University gymnasium. He tripped and brushed his face into something, that's why he had a scar on his face. We never actually saw each other for ten years, and I believe--"
He cut me off. "You believe it's me. You think I'm your childhood friend." I nodded. Cleo went off and continued her rounds. "I also have this childhood friend, whom I played at the gym with ten years ago. She doesn't look like you at all. What's in front of me is a beautiful young lady, very much different from the chubby kid I once knew."
I just stared at him. He still remembers me. And he called me beautiful.
"Come on, don't look at me like that. I'm just kidding! You're still chubby, yet beautiful." He let out a laugh. "I'm Greg. Now you don't have to refer to me as your childhood friend." He extended his hand, gesturing a handshake. "Geline. Don't call me 'the chubby girl', okay?" I shook his hand. Our eyes met and for a moment, I felt a spark. It was something different. Something...
"Geline!" It was Cleo. "We need to go." I followed her, but I turned to Greg and said, "We'll meet again. I'm sure of it."
In short, I was just lovestruck.
In short, I was Mesmerized
by her
Oooh lala!
I met a guy,
Who makes me go hahaha!
He is so cute,
he makes me want to fall off the parachute.
He makes me scream like OMG!
And off to bed dreaming happily.
Is this the flame,
Am I not gonna be the same?
Basta, he makes me go nuts,
And now I feel like a klutz.
Sick
I have. Just now.
Since Saturday, I've been sick. I get fever in the morning, cough in the evening, and colds in between. And it sucks. Blame it on the Raisinets that I ate last Friday.
Raisinets: Delectable, yet deadly.
Today, I wanted to go half-day and just go to school in the afternoon, 'cause I know I'll be sick in the morning (self-induced fever?). But since I didn't have fever yet, I left for school. Then everything changed. I suddenly became drowsy, my nose transformed into a broken faucet (and it takes more than 2 packs of facial tissue to stop it), and I began to blurt out corny jokes. I know, it's tragic.
Then I'm supposed to perform my airmen detail ('cause I'm on the list). He's also today's highest officer. Also today, we're going to have our play! All the hard work and vernacular powers will pay off. However, I had the fever. So I went to the clinic. Man, it took them 30 minutes before they gave me medications! Then they told me to go home and rest.
It took them 30 minutes to give this to me!
Aww. I don't wanna go home and rest. I can manage! I still have to render my detail. I still have to greet him "Good afternoon". I still have to act for the play. I still want to stay!
But nooo. Now I sit here, typing what happened today. So sad.
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Your Eyes
I was seated with some friends, watching people praying all to the Mother.
They were seated on the floor, chanting prayers on and forth; they're believers.
One more boring day for me; I looked back, what did I see?
Sexy eyes looking down the floor, made me wanting more sexy eyes.
Sexy eyes, wanna sit with you; I wanna gaze at your sexy eyes.
Crap, I'm on my way to mitigating my feelings for him when I saw him without his eyeglasses yesterday. Damn that captivating, alluring sight.
Anyway. Pearl informed me last week that there's gonna be a Review Reunion some time near my place... which is shocking because they're all from the province. And that means I'm gonna see Axe again.
Axe.
Also with that damn good captivating eyes.
*sigh*
Politics (fragmented)
noun
1. activities associated with government: the theory and practice of government, especially the activities associated with governing, with obtaining legislative or executive power, or with forming and running organizations connected with government (takes a singular verb)
Two nights ago, I had the most engaging conversation since July 27. And it's about one of my most favorite topics: POLITICS.
There is only one person whom I enjoy talking with when it comes to such, and it's my good friend attorney shoes. So it's a surprise when he asked questions about the judiciary, government, and all such.
Full details tomorrow. Promise! Ü