Christmas Time '08

12/25/08 Thursday 1300

Comparing previous Christmases, I can still remember how joyous it was, Christmas songs heard everywhere, bright lights twinkling blinded my astonished eyes, people wear very happy masks way back then, families and individuals of different races and social status filled the churches. Me and my family go to this sacred place to before the long waited Christmas eve. During my childhood I remember me with my brothers falling into long lines just to get one of the arrays of sweet package given to children at Lorenzo Ruiz Chapel, it consists of assorted candies and biscuits, yumm!! That package always made my day. An innocent heart who appreciates the simple things in life, worry free, pure laughter, I just missed those days....

As I observe this very moment, gone is the spirit of Christmas, parades of jocund people, Christmas lights, songs, carolers, and the sumptuous feast. Poverty dominated this special season of giving and sharing. Darkness took away everyone's smile. I'm one of them, I too can't feel its essence anymore. And of course still present here is the inevitable traffic!! Beep! Beep!! I am awaken everyday by honking cars darn!! Divisoria is the culprit obviously!! Endless haggling of buyers for the cheapest price possible crowded the streets. Unavailability of rides going home killed my super tired feet for four years. Had to walk home. A part of my past that ruins my day......

Jologs Boy: Shuli de Leon

12/06/08 Monday 2300

I have no research class, I came there at 1030 for my critical thinking class, I promised to accompany a friend to eat lunch. The guy who talked to me out of nowhere during enrollment in our ID claiming minutes. Me, Ate Garnett, Shuli and his cousin was there also. We got out and said goodbye to each other after getting our IDs. He said "Kilala kita ate..uhmm eh si LEE!!" he can't even pronounce my name, hahaha sorry to you.. Why do you need to look my name in the log book? You're hunting me right? LOL explain further!! You even added me on you friendster and YM. Even asked for my number, do you want my biodata?

We had our snack box at KFC, he paid for it, I'm so abashed. I don't even understand why men do that most of the time. Well, thank you. We laughed a lot and had a jollified time talking about any talkable things in this world. This guy is wearing a green hair, hot pink shirt, a checkered green-yellow shoes. A guy with overflowing sense of humor who knew how to fish out your innate laughing gas. He don't even taunt me inspite of my candid chatters. He is a gentleman too, bravado?? Who's in doubt? I'd praise you whoever you are :)

For the first time, I was 25minutes late for my critical thinking class, Ma'am El Mithra was discussing about fallacies before we had our exam, 3 pages torn from our books. After draining my brain, I flew down and saw my friend Joan Metra!! We were both surprised upon seeing each other, I thought she was studying at DLSU. She said she was waiting for someone. I said, dating? While leaving she said no! "Friend ONLY." Showbiz answer huh, I can relate the situation too. Last week Sytat texted me if I am in the vicinity of the UST because he was there and waiting for A FRIEND. A coinsidence? I don't think so, trails of evidence speaks for themselves! Another discovery? Well I don't care about your secretive life guys.

I finished my lunch box after saying goodbye to her, I texted Shuli and agreed to have a coffee with him in the HS canteen, he told me about his green socks, my face enlightened and asked him if I can see it. He proudly showed it to me of course!! I took a picture of it, bursted in laughter and said "JOLOGS EVER ka talaga." We parted by 1430 then I wandered around to buy gifts to my Espeleta Mates. This jologs guy can make me laugh too, but he has a lot of explanations to do and there is no room for absconding!..or die..

12/26/08 Friday 0330

Unbelievably the weirdest and the most jologs guy I've ever seen besides the shining hiphoppers on their uncountable bling-blings and baggy clothes scattered around the untidy ghetto villa. In fact of his jologness, I can't really remember what he was wearing during our enrollment, he was talking to Ate Garnet most of the time, I merely glance at him. When we left with our shortly awaited IDs, he addressed me as "Lee" not knowing the pronunciation of my glydiatored name. I don't even know him, he said his name is Shuli a.k.a. SJB lols :P because I SAID SO! (Violent reactions is strictly prohibited)

Whirlwinds of events made us good friends. (Oh really? or it is the effect of your hunting?) I just want to coin him "jologs", it was my first time to see someone like him. With that green hair, bright pink shirt, and a green-yellow checkered shoes matched with a green-yellow socks provided him with complacency. I have nothing against the whatsoever looks he carries, I nakedly saw him support his appearance proudly and he really did it good thus normality emerges. Playing the records in my mind, if my close friends would wear that similar apparel which is out of their familiarity, I'd surely vomit and react to death killing them with my mouthful discriminations.

Addicted, hallucinating, hence living in his own magical world, the beauty that lies inside him reflected outside his jologsness. He lives in a noisy rocking place, a certified music virtuoso. Name it! He can even compose a song effortlessly and play several instruments that would surely sound dearly melting a woman's heart. Womanizer indeed, having an array of what he called "companions." (No available room for denials/explanations or I'd bury you alive)

A kind-hearted jocose guy with full of jollified stories masked the sadness in me for a while. A very patient and understanding guy who jotted only few things on my collectible "galit list" in spite of my devilish tongue that wrecked his fragile heart. I'm not into demoralization, feelings of it almost killed the degraded me way back then. Empathy applies. No more repetitions of what someone hated is will be done.

Honestly, I did not mean to, not my personality to do so. I'm appologizing. I appreciate you for who you are, and I won't ever chatter with you plasticky, you know that. Thanks for everything especially for bringing out my joyous side even if it easily fades away with my pain and hatred.

SHULI DE LEON bassist Falling at Zero Degrees (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR5TuLgyw0M), and the former Kiko Machine (dig out for spiderboy!) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4q-Oab7N6ck).

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Schooling

11/19/09 Wednesday 2400

"The Classes" started last November 4, 2008 Tuesday, I was so tensed and worried about everything. Whew!! My first day was so far so good, my professor is a priest. Yes! a priest! We discussed so many ethical issues, we can talk freely, we can interrupt him during our discussions, which is good too because we can say what we want, pertinent or impertinent ideas will do. Does being a priest and a normal citizen like me has a difference when it comes to analyzing bioethical issues?

Saturday November 8, I was too early for my first class, I came there at around 7:00am, oh come on!! duh! I'm not excited, I'm with my friend that time, we left our homes by 6:30am, his class is 7:00am, it was my choice to get there early, so that's it!!! My first class was Research Methodology, so what? Yes! It is a big deal! My heart was pounding, I can't explain what am I feeling that moment. As in I really don't have any ideas on how to make a research paper, I even emailed my prof because of too much worrying (-16 years in my life! yey!). We started our class by introducing ourselves, sadly, I'm bum, no opportunities for me in the hospitals. They laughed on how I said it, lol, but it's true. I hate being a bum. My prof's name was Alvin Atlas, he was so good, and supportive. I am hoping that I can learn or have knowledge about "Research" after this course. We were dismissed earlier than the said time, I roamed around the campus, with Bill Bonifacio and Adrian Limbo hehehe, I was amazed on their museum, lots of preserved animals and artifacts there! Located in the main building-front entrance.

I got weary of walking, we just got to our next class on time, Critical Thinking, Ma'am El Mithra dela Cruz was great! A very good prof with a sense of humor, she was asking us what is LOVE, hahahaha I said love is love, it is what you felt towards other person, it hurts and it broke my heart. Of course I have my facial reactions while saying it, the whole class laughed! Isn't it too flagrant that I am so bitter? =P Who cares anyway. We had our class activities, and had our endless discussion about what to answer and ended up mailing our answers to each other.

This was not a very good Saturday for me, ate my lunch at 4:30pm pica Ersao pork and a Zagu yummy, too hungry and tired. I have spent my entire afternoon at the library, thinking of a research topic, a "feasible" one, I got home by 5:30, so haggard. Still tired and so sleepy,tic tac tic tac.. at around 9:30pm a close friend asked me to have a coffee, I tripped downstairs on the gutter! Stupidity duh! That was my first time ever to be tripped there in my whole 20years of living here. I got home by 12mn then sleep. At last!!