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Friday, July 15, 2005 | |
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just bloghopped!! matagal-tagal ko rin di maupdate blog ko. ayayay.. tama na muna ang blog. work na rin muna. hehe.. \m/ |
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005 | |
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STAT: PlayMusic Masayaby Bamboo VerseI: G C ako'y malungkot na naman, Am C G amoy chico na ako, ilang tagay na di pa rin tulog C tanong ko lang sa langit, Am kung bakit pumangit, G C Am C ang dating masaya, ngayon panay problema bumabalot sa mundo, bakit ganito.. Chorus: G-C Am C G-C ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga, pagbago ng pag-ibig, Am C ganyan talaga, masaya.. VerseII: G-C Am-C pagkagising ko, nakita ko si juan, G-C Am-C na syang adik, sa aming lugar, G C Am C G C Am-C parang droga daw ang bisa ng ginamit nya kanina, sa una lang daw masarap.. Chorus2: G-C Am C G-C ang pag-ibig, ganyan talaga, akoy nilamon ng pag-ibig, Am C ganyan talaga, masaya.. (interlude) (Repeat Chorus2) |
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Thursday, June 23, 2005 | |
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Estudyante Blues pag wala nga namang magawa sa classroom..    rock on dawg! |
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005 | |
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8 AM Gising ng maaga..? haynaku,. mahirap talaga gumising ng maaga pero dapat pa rin pumasok sa office. di ko nga alam kung bakit pa ko pumasok ngayon e wala naman akong gagawin. pakshet. di nga na-late kaso mo wala ka namang gagawin maghapon. ano gusto nyo gawin ko? magblog? bwahahahahahaha!! mag-isa man ako ngayon at pogi...may naiiblog pa rin. LABO!!! T_T |
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Ang Gud Friend pag nagbabasa nga naman tayo ng testimonials sa friendsters natin, palagi na lang may.. si ____ ay ganito at ganyan. he/she is a good friend. nabasa k blog ni jace.. a mate-blogger. (kopya na lang pare!) pano daw ba nasasabing "good friend" ang isang tao? e pucha nga naman, wala nga namang mabuti sa mundo..ikaw..good friend ka ba? e alin ka dito? The nurturer: Hi friend! Kamusta ka? O may dumi ka sa mukha mo oh! *kuha panyo, dura at pahid sa mukha m... sa may bandang labi *O kamusta naman ang araw mo? Teka kumain ka na ba?* kalikot konti sa bag at naglabas ng tuna sandwich * Pasensya na ha ito lang meron ako ngayon eh. Isipin mo nalang Big Mac yan! Saan ka papunta ngayon? May kasama ka ba? Gusto mo samahan kita? Ok lang sakin noh! Ay... pauwi ka na ba? Gusto mo ihatid kita? Ah tiga-Baguio ka ba? Ok lang may damit ako... Naimpake mo na ba mga damit mo? (Aalagaan kita iho) The companion: Uy pare! Anong lakad mo? Nga pala dude may party sa bahay ni mark sa sabado ah... ano punta tayo? Dami chicks dun pare! O, may problema ka ba pare? Parang ang tamlay mo ah... tara inuman tayo! Kalimutan mo na yan! Sagot ko kwento kasi butas wallet ko ngayon eh. Kaw muna sa inom ha? Sasamahan naman kita eh. Alam mo pare ganyan talaga ang buhay! Ako nga may mga problema din eh. Ako nga dati iniisip ko iwanan ang buhay ko pero wag muna! Walang beer sa langit. Ako nga dati naglayas ako sa bahay tapos sa gitna nang edsa saka ko lang naalala na nakabrief lang pala ako... ako nga dati... ako nga dati... ako nga dati... (Etong piso pucha maghanap ka ng kausap mo!) The listener: Ano sabi mo? Ha? ano kamo? (Duhhhh.. ) The buddy: Pre! San ka pre? Sama ako! Nonood kayo sine? Sama ako! Kakain kayo? Sama kayo? CR ka ba? Sama ako! (Pre.. pa-kiss naman pre o... simplihan mo lang ako sa lips... ganito o.. mwah.. * uppercut!!! * Umm!!! Yan ang sayo gago!) The good friend: Pare… walang good na friend. Nagiging good lang ang kaibigan kapag masaya ang mga tao na kasama ka. Ang paggiging good ay isang judgment lang na binibigay ng tao sa kapwa nila. Pwedeng sa iba, good ka nga… sa iba… bad ka naman. Pero ano ba paki nila dun! Basta kaibigan ka yun na yun! Waaaahhh!!! * laklak strong ice * yeboy..\m/ |
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English 'Spokening' the Sablay Way laugh all u can, make a difference..blog in!Mga Sablay na English talks and Answering portions: Boyfriend to Girlfriend, may LQ: What do you take me for?! Granted? Guard, answering the telephone: Hello?... Ah yes, for a while. Please hang yourself. Starlet in an interview: If the odds are against me, then I will against them. Inday Badiday asks a starlet about her mother's burial: Inday: Kumusta ang libing ng nanay mo? Starlet: Successful naman po. Army officer to cadet: "Do you know why I ask you to stand?" "No, sir." "Ok, why?" (anlabo!) Teacher to students: Baka gusto nyong ibilad ko kayo sa covered courts. Teacher: Class, I want you to watch sex scenes. Class: What?! Teacher! Teacher: What's wrong? It's a beautiful film starring Bros Welles! (Bruce Willis) Class: Aah, Sixth Sense! Sa isang examination: Student: Mam, pwedeng gumamit ng liquid paper? Teacher: Ang kulit naman! Sinabi nang pad paper lang eh. A reporter interviews a politician about the Philippine economy. Politician says: Talagang mahirap ang buhay natin ngayon. Pero slow by slow, we will success. Teacher: Sorry, class. I'm late. My mother died three years ago. And now she's dead. (Ano daw?!) Heard in a fastfood chain: Yaya: Ma'm, gusto po ni Mark ng KIDNEY MEAL! Teacher: What is ur name? Student: Dell. Teacher: What is ur old? (maybe she meant how old are you?) In a restaurant: Waiter: Sir, How do you want your egg? Customer: Side in, side out. Mom interviews her daughter's suitor: Mom: What's your course? Suitor: Geo po (for geology). Mom: Ahhh... Geo-rnalism. Ok yan. (ok nga!) Guy to Girl: I love you. This is not a ball. ("Hindi ito bola" in English) Teacher to students: Okay, form two straight circles and find your height alphabetically! Teacher to students: Okay class, it's time to go home. Form a line and pass out slowly. Angry teacher to student: I want you to bring your father and your mother, especially your parents, understood?! Bring them tomorrow in front of me, right here, right now! Emcee, in a party: The next song is the favorite song of my best friend, and neither do I! Posted in an establishment: None ID, nothing entry. Teacher: Oy, magdala kayo ng chip ahoy a. Student: Miss may "s" yon... Teacher: A, sorry. Chip ahoys! Two lousy-in-english friends talking to each other: Friend 1: Am I raining outside? Friend 2: Not yet. Sprinkle only. In an awards night, presentor goes: And the winner for Best Comedy Show is Okay Ka, Pare Ko! of IBS channel 13. (Ever heard of that?) Alma Moreno, in her show introduces Nora Aunor who comes in late: Finally, please welcome, the late Nora Aunor. yeyebunel! |
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Sunday, June 19, 2005 | |
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005 | |
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simple thought sometimes i wished i'm complete but right now, i rather choose being happy than being complete. sometimes i'm dreaming to have somebody here by my side. sometimes i'm hoping that someone will fall for me from above. i would even try to look for things that will cheer me up out of this sadness. its so hard being away from my homeland. this life sucked but not for me anymore. i'm learning from this things. i have my family, i have my home, i have my job and of course, my bb. just to think they're ok...my life is enough to being so happy and contented. |
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Friday, June 10, 2005 | |
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THE CAB RIDE by : Naomi (vanilla_bunny@hotmail.com)Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers,or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me and address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice". I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I said. "You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you." I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware--beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL. |
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