[82] Pics and Pricks

[82]
Pics and Pricks

Last night, I had this chance of tidying my dresser. Also, I managed to lie down and glance ecstatically through these photographs of my years when I was an immature alaskador-ic Paulinian, at least in high school. The pictures were alive (but no, it didn’t bring me to tears =])! The remarkable thing was my classmates and friends’ personal messages written at the back of their collected graduation solos. And perpetually written as the addressed is my spoof name: Bareeh (yes, the horror of high school ‘coolness’ and the peculiar effect of text messaging back then)

*Here are just some. Others are translated (also are the asinine spellings like “tekker”, “ingatzzz” and stuff).

Messages that made me laugh:

JEN DAIT: “Hay naku, what can I say about you? Well, thanks for borrowing my notes, ha?! Bruho— you didn’t even say ‘thank you!’ Hehe. I’ll miss your kakulitan/kaewanan. [...]”
BARRY says: Hey, I said ‘thank you’ kaya! Anyway you should enroll in a Bachelor’s degree in Spectacular Handwriting— you write pretty well!

JOSHUA: “You’re cute?? I think so. If you’re cute, then I’m, well, pretty. Take care! Be strong and stay cute as ever. Thank you for the music. Because of you, I never strayed too far from the sidewalk!!! [...]”
BARRY says: Joshua, you really make me chuckle (as ever).

RALPH: “To St. Lorenzo Ruiz’s (my section in 4^th year) one and only totoy— I think you deserve a clap [...]”
BARRY says: You know Ralph, you actually wrote something very ‘green’ like “Doctorate”, “God-given talent”, etc. Gago ka talaga! Hahaha. I’m sorry people, but we comprehend just exclusively.

MAUREEN: “To one of the best student pWets ever. Hehe uyyy, flattered! [...]”
BARRY says: Maureen, I’m sad to say that I’m not into poetry anymore. A far cry really, I’m into sorcery. Haha.

Messages that marveled me:

AIEN: “Take care of yourself and take care of our relationship [...] Happy 2^nd anniversary.
BARRY says: Aien was a little giddy when she wrote this. Peace!

SHANTEL: “Conratulaizioni. Dio ti benedica. Buona fortuna. [...]”
KAT-KAT: “Ich gratuliere! Alles gute! Viel glück!”
BARRY says: This is soooo touching. Hehe! Translation: What do you think am I: a linguist? For now, I’m using context clues.

RHEA: “[...] I forgive you for everything you have done to me [...]”
BARRY says: Is that you, Yahweh???

Messages that touched me:

YVES: “Thanks for being so nice and friendly [...]”
NEL: “Thanks for the friendship!”
NIX: “Oinx, I should’ve written you a personal letter but anyway, I’ll just write in here. [...] We can’t manage to blend well. But let’s also try although time is running out. But I’ll be here no matter what.”

BARRY says: For all of these— thank you guys! I’m anticipating for our next reunion, and as always, I’ll be the party liaison officer!

[81] Athena equals Shena

[81]
Athena equals Shena

“It’s Sheee-na, not Sheh-na.” Beware of Shen, when you start mispronouncing her name, swirls of smoke wheezed from her nostrils. Joking!

Anyway, Shen is this petite ebullient girl who has the mutant power to transform your globules of tears into gust of air. Yeah, though she has now shifted to Economics, she does not fail to keep in touch with fellow blockmates. And she’s always there. No, she’s not your shadow. But she’s always there.

Happy Birthday to blockmate Shena Bael, and go for the gold!

[eightieth] Cool Casual

[eightieth]
Cool Casual

from aien's multiply

There was a deranged time in 4th year when I was seated right of Joana-- this supposedly pompous bratty girl. Back then, maturity in interpersonal activity was conked. Anyway, for the first time in three years of being classmates, Joana and I plus Iris (also a seatmate) bonded and we formed a squad of battling boredom, surprise quizzes and the teacher's mouth.

mga batang bubwit!

Now that she's (old?) 18, I hoped that until the time we decayed, I've kept a memory with you! Cornyology.

Happy Birthday to the Department of Empowering National Retardation (DENR) secretary!

I have proven that there really is a pervasive biodiversity between us. And I were a fish, you'll be my coral.

[79] Raining Pusang Gala and Asong Ulol

[79]

Raining Pusang Gala and Asong Ulol

The up to date weather is erratic—it’s gloomy that it down poured almost the entire week. Unpredictably, the rain has not been affecting my emotions. The complete time I spare on reading the Philippine Collegian from cover to cover, playing with my 4 month-old nephew (I’m on my attempt to shove the to other brats in the house) or sleeping mocks me in my mind that the weeks ahead will devour me if I don’t start reading my notes (if there were), and spending time in the atypical CMC library (I wish). Well, I’m becoming so lame that participating [actively] in my two organizations will catnap for me soon. I have to find some more time for myself.

Recently, there’s this ‘thing’ that has been bothering me. I can’t confide it down here. But there are actually some UP people and Nix who knew about it. Finally, I shunned this ‘thing’ for the mean time, though I was really interested.

Oh, this is an overcast blog entry. Perhaps, the weather did affect me. Six days of vacation? Didn’t enjoy it— I’m suffering tonsillitis.

[78] Harvard Science High School

[78]

Harvard Science High School

I have little orientation on the Philippine Science High School (Pisay). Okay, it’s Jessica Zafra’s school back then, and records declare that it’s one of the schools in the country where almost all students pass the UPCAT (read: airheads are not granted entry).

PISAY by Aureaus Solito, who by the way directed the cherished “Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros”, circulates on the stories of high school classmates in the late 80’s in Pisay (duh). It featured a tale of one or two student in every year level that has come upon.

If you think Arroyo’s SONA has innumerable applauses, buy a ticket for yourself and watch this. Intentionally, I watched this film [with blockmates] to observe the technical errors (for my Film100 class). Because of the almost-smooth ‘Montage’, I found it rigid to elude the flow of the story as a first time film critic.

In the film, Pisay students appeared very sharp, and their industry on sciences, philosophy and craft is stupendous. With that cast of less than 50 I supposed—where did the producers get the talent fee? I’m sorry but indie films for me reflected clever thrift and uncontaminated art. Whatever happened to the inclusion of Eugene Domino there? The comedy was of course satisfactory but come on, EUGENE DOMINGO?! I hoped Solito and company attained boomingly the money they expected.

Support independent films! Ludicrous mainstream movies (read: “A Love Story”, “My Kuya’s Wedding” and this imminent Manny Pacquiao movie) have arrived from hell (help obliterate dim-witted Filipinos’ worship on these films)! It’s time to rebel, junk popcorn films! Eek!

[77] Compassion of the Christ

[77]
Compassion of the Christ

I failed to enter the theatre on time (because I had class before), and just saw the part where this guy in wood material for a costume was throwing lines I did not perceive quite well. He was John the Baptist. Entered Romnick Sarmienta apparently as Jesus clothed in abel, and I instantaneously noticed the trend: “Passion of the Christ— Filipinized!” As aforementioned, I liked the creativity: Jesus, the Apostles, etc. in colorful ethnic clothes. This detached them from the usual concept of Jesus Christ films I saw in Lenten season; they became no archetype. Salutations for that!

My best performer is Romnick Sarmienta as Jesus. He acquired a solemn character: someone in real life I would fear to near, not because of the fright but the boldness he embodies with his simple actions. In a scene where he was already crucified and talking to God above, he wasn’t irate like Jesus; he was smooth in his delivery of lines. For all I know, Jesus was patient. Sarmienta was patient-looking. He had an aura of more than a holy figure.

Okay, the play overall was inconsistent. Possibly because of the monochromatic presentation of the stage; it became a barrier to me. I just tried my best to engage in by ignoring it and listening to the lines they threw. I observed one of my classmates sleeping during the first half of the show, ugh. I’m sorry, I was quite disappointed.