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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