[busy signaL]
[Sunday, October 03, 2004]
i. carinderia
among the stalls inside the ayala mrt station is a carinderia. ang astig. i would've stopped for a bite but i was already late for my
ii. tutoring
i had to write a 'poem' as part of gi bum's [the kid i'm tutoring's] homework in chemistry:
Argon is very shy
It likes to hide from you and I
It has no color, taste, or smell
Even if it's always in the air.
It doesn't mix with any other
And took a long time to discover
It's hard to make it liquid,
Only gas or solid.
Argon is maybe very sad
Because being shy is sometimes bad.
see, this is why i got kicked out of malate's poetry section. but seriously, i don't see any logical connection between chemistry and creative writing. if i.s. is trying to increase the students' interest in the hard sciences, they're definitely going about it the wrong way. anyway after that, paco and i headed to one salcedo, where
iii. everyone was fucked
as jorel puts so eloquently. trish invited me through paco to a supposed soiree between povedans and southridgids [a little zobel humor there] which a) was not school-sanctioned and b) was to be held at one salcedo place.
disregarding the alarm bells in my head, i went, if only to accompany paco. the program was bad and the bands were worse so trish decided [through joey] to finance a couple of pitchers of lalabu from the local 7-11 [also known as the land of the rising sun, due to its overpowering array of fluorescent lights], which were quickly distributed among the hapless minors. hey, if they're immature enough to drink alcohol to look cool, i say give them what they want and see how 'cool' they look after a cup or five. one guy [that gay emo guy, trish] didn't even make it past two. tss. i was even able to stop a fight by giving both parties a cup and ordering them to toast their friendship with each other. they did, making me a hero and them pathetic.
going back to the bands, i only heard one complete set, that of tustado. they really were bad, but it was their first time so technically they did ok. the best part was when right after i quipped to paco [after their massacring of urbandub's soul searching] that if they played two trick pony i'd walk out, they actually did. i even called renz up to share with him the 'good news'. ok, so that was mean. funny as hell though. but to be fair, out of all the people i met, it's only tustado's guitarist, paolo [who happens to be mikey's cousin], and vocalist, don, who i wouldn't mind meeting again. good men, both of them.
no wait, on second thought, the best part was when some retard started hitting on carmen. i was so inspired that on the spot i was able to compose
iv. action song number three (mike test)
F-A#.G#.A#.F-G#.F-A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
tactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
übertactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
megatactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
gigatactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
teratactics
A#-G#.A#-G#.A#-G#.A#-
G#.F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
"i think you're so pretty"
F A#.G#.A#.
tactics
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 2:36 AM
among the stalls inside the ayala mrt station is a carinderia. ang astig. i would've stopped for a bite but i was already late for my
ii. tutoring
i had to write a 'poem' as part of gi bum's [the kid i'm tutoring's] homework in chemistry:
Argon is very shy
It likes to hide from you and I
It has no color, taste, or smell
Even if it's always in the air.
It doesn't mix with any other
And took a long time to discover
It's hard to make it liquid,
Only gas or solid.
Argon is maybe very sad
Because being shy is sometimes bad.
see, this is why i got kicked out of malate's poetry section. but seriously, i don't see any logical connection between chemistry and creative writing. if i.s. is trying to increase the students' interest in the hard sciences, they're definitely going about it the wrong way. anyway after that, paco and i headed to one salcedo, where
iii. everyone was fucked
as jorel puts so eloquently. trish invited me through paco to a supposed soiree between povedans and southridgids [a little zobel humor there] which a) was not school-sanctioned and b) was to be held at one salcedo place.
disregarding the alarm bells in my head, i went, if only to accompany paco. the program was bad and the bands were worse so trish decided [through joey] to finance a couple of pitchers of lalabu from the local 7-11 [also known as the land of the rising sun, due to its overpowering array of fluorescent lights], which were quickly distributed among the hapless minors. hey, if they're immature enough to drink alcohol to look cool, i say give them what they want and see how 'cool' they look after a cup or five. one guy [that gay emo guy, trish] didn't even make it past two. tss. i was even able to stop a fight by giving both parties a cup and ordering them to toast their friendship with each other. they did, making me a hero and them pathetic.
going back to the bands, i only heard one complete set, that of tustado. they really were bad, but it was their first time so technically they did ok. the best part was when right after i quipped to paco [after their massacring of urbandub's soul searching] that if they played two trick pony i'd walk out, they actually did. i even called renz up to share with him the 'good news'. ok, so that was mean. funny as hell though. but to be fair, out of all the people i met, it's only tustado's guitarist, paolo [who happens to be mikey's cousin], and vocalist, don, who i wouldn't mind meeting again. good men, both of them.
no wait, on second thought, the best part was when some retard started hitting on carmen. i was so inspired that on the spot i was able to compose
iv. action song number three (mike test)
F-A#.G#.A#.F-G#.F-A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
tactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
übertactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
megatactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
gigatactics
F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
teratactics
A#-G#.A#-G#.A#-G#.A#-
G#.F A#.G#.A#.F-G#.
"i think you're so pretty"
F A#.G#.A#.
tactics
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 2:36 AM