iliked the morning schedule of my sophomoric stay at the pontifical academy

4am. wake up
530. hitch a ride on a non-airconditioned bus
630. drop by some specific place ^_^
7. go to hell
11 (MWF) or 1 (TTH). spend time wisely
3. contemplate of going home
4. go home
630. think of what to do
10. go online
1. go to sleep


it gets stretched alittle whenever ginebra's on tv, ofcourse, but most of the time, its the routine my body gets lured to

iliked it

other things ifound amusing with my second year in uste follow:




Lovapalooza

loveteams it seemed werent much for the general discussion of the class without a rainier bulayog to singlehandedly blow at the fires

newbies, understandably, are susceptible to overloaded sugartalk, with all the oh-my-what-a-cute-stranger atmosphere that surrounds them

for example......



-uhm, idont want any angry comments below so id probably detour a little and just pick ebz instead as partner for richmond-

this loveteam was sensational during the firstyear. not only because their themesong happened to be Kaba, but because they actually manifested the classical triangle stories of the telenovelas

fantasy of the class: a catfight between ebz and. uhm. somegurl.

what happened with the year that followed? ebz got away with all the intrigues and coaxes for a full-blown war with some gurl

and only yourstruly remained loyal to that push-edree-towards-richmond-if-theres-a-chance platform that was so prevalent when rainier was around. pft

on lighter issues,

singlegurls almost always maintain a straight-and-merciless-rejection policy for classmates who romantically ask for their hands

their reasons, idontknow but if asked about it, theyd just probably nod their heads toward either apa or arce

lets all hope nothing of the sort happens to 2ndsemester's pula and miggy. we dont want miggy hitting his head on his desk again anytime soon, do we?

okay, next topic already before ants start crowding my keyboard




The Esguerra Effect

do ihave to ask still what that effect might be? yes, you already have it on your face,

the exact opposite of that illegal-drug-symptom was what esguerra had on me

that is, during the first three quarters of the academic year

and, honestly and oh-how-it-pains-me-to-say-this-but, that was because he obviously had been kissed by Perfection

(DISCLAIMER: esguerra's handsomeness, gorgeousness, breathtakingness, godliness or drooling sexappeal wont be discussed here. go write your own blog)

richmond's particularly close to my heart because our similarities overlap exaggeratedly, just not his Join The Club or his face

esguerra ithought may just be the next best thing to mercurio. hes a sports nut, first and foremost (a cliche, but what the hell)

in the dapitan netopia once, we chanced upon esguerra surfing some boxing latest

and then in class, hed talk of basketball even if no ones interested

itdoesnthelp ofcourse that he thinks of ginebra as a bunch of gloria arroyos. but just to hear someone talking of sports (which in UST only meant of UAAP, tsk) with that much sincerety, hey, hes not bad ayt?

the guy's goodfriends with pens, too

during the days ihated him, iread two or three of his articles in the inquirer, preparing myself to establish telekineses for him to know what ithink of his written shits

iliked how he write. damnit

just incase ive established already established the mental connection, ihastily threw in an "anyone could write well with that topic" to save face

plus, he talks trash. now if icould just convert his Christ to Caguioa.....






Explosive Encounter of the Eccentrics

its the match-up thatd have a chance to compete with the Caguioa-versus-Helterbrand grand debate:

EROS versus EMER

preview: filipino versus philosophy. eros and emer have been teammates in the past, leading AB to back-to-back efficiency titles. with emer gonzales now in a new team, its a tough assignment for him to guard against writing stalwart eros atalia, the reigning Palanca Fictionist of the Philippines. emer had been a director of some bigtime department in the UST central affairs once, thus experience-wise, eros'll find him a tough nut to crack. who'll win this sensational match-up? you decide! (include your prediction when you comment)

educational value: EMER. the cliche is that a good teacher is someone who could take down the stars to the level of the stargazers. uhm, no, the husband of lumen in the commercial of surf is an exemption; he afterall is not a teacher, and what he got for lumen were too small to be stars. emer however did just that- simplifying the worlds of gabriel-fucking-marcel enough for a lowly ginebra fan to understand. eros' good too, but the technicalities of the subject he teaches is chickenfeed as compared to robert johann's ideologies on life

educational tricks and treats: EMER. simply because ihated eros' idea of this category- he just went on with that TRICK part of the halloween slogan! (yes, im bitter, igot a 74 with those things he had the class do) plus, emer's responsible for the Encadre requirement, and, well, the rest is history, iguess

fun value: EROS. saying "eros wins the fun value by a mile" would be an insult to emer, ofcourse, who wouldnt be matched up at all against eros if he werent funny. eros however is so comedic it hurts. even though most of his humor comes from rehearsed jokes and antics, it still works - lucky all those incoming sophomores. also, eros' girl is hot. professor-more-interesting-to-befriend? EROS by a mile





"Geh is Not a Great Cook"

thats what ive come to learn as a nice punchline for richmond everytime our group gets into trouble deciding on where to eat

that doesnt mean however, that we have tried geh's cooking already, or have eaten in her dorm for that matter (idontknow with richmond, but isure can speak in good behalf of the others)

it's this carinderia in the Perpetual Street called CELY's (Celis, geh's surname)

the food there promised to be as exquisite as the ones offered at the next-door Lisa's, as they have been the primary protagonists of this article in The Flame one time

our group recently have become fans of the said competitor of Cely's, with their menus there boasting of friendliness and satisfaction

so, on this particular day when we were particularly hungry, we found ourselves standing with disappointed faces as we watched a fiesta over at Lisa's

having no choice, and with our patronage of Lisa's largely attributed to that food and lifestyle feature of The Flame, we decided to give Cely's a try



because it is not actually Cely's fault that theyre so popular despite their ignorance on preparing good meals, iwill try my best to be kind- sort-of:

boom was served with a chicken made of ash

no, really, he asked for a spicy chicken something, and he was given something so spiced up he was afraid to touch it

he wasnt smiling when we got out

papasam, richmond and i decided to be more unique with our orders, and yet ended up asking for chicksilog

they mustve killed the poor poultry with some ingenius new way magnolia doesnt know of yet

what kind of chicken tastes like foam?

my brain spent the rest of the day cussing itself for such an intelligent choice of resto

whats more interesting is that we got to sample our meals only after the entire Bigaten portion of wowowee had ended, and a few commercials

geh, please ask your mom to teach you how to cook, okay? so that someday if ever youd fancy putting up an eatery, nobody would have to curse your surname

no, we didnt curse Cely's, iswear...





Discolights at the End of the Tunnel

though we were reluctant to do the hail-hitler! arm gesture just incase UST'd win and the hymn was played, richmond, papasam and i decided to find some place and watch the Tigers' third championship game against Ateneo

we got to wave our arms the hitley way, alright, but our consolation was that it were for the thomasian spirit

everyone was doing it afterall. with pride and feelings

right in the midst of the celebration, however, the authorities of the building suddenly stripped off their security guard disguises (revealing the letters SWAT) and charged right at where richmond and i sat during the game

there was a bomb

the suspect, a cute little radio, stood out from the rest of the jubilant mob with its silvery skin reminding everyone of the horrors of the social and folk dance PEs

moreover, it had been so carefully placed that it almost looked like the owner just left it by accident

shrieks suddenly overwhelmed the victorious roars of the mainbuilding crowd as everyone tried to stampede away from the innocent-looking device of the devil

the security force of the university finally got to try out their walkie-talkies in public, calling out reinforcements infear that the bomb'd start skinning the thomasians already

richmond and i looked at each other as our schoolmates hysterically but quietly file out of the building

richmond: "diba yun yung radyo na naiwan nung mga ate na nakadamit ng social dance kanina?"
arvee: "oonga, noh?"
papasam: "XD"




no sour loser threats fortunately ensued when the balloons over at araneta fell for the second time in four months, this one for the Barangay Ginebra Gin Kings





iwish AB'd get tons of such dangers this coming year. or else time'd just dart through so uninterrupted that in a matter of weeks, id have to update this blog again with what iliked during my third year in UST..