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i. codemonkey level 99

i was up 'til 2am yesterday playing warhammer finshing our second mp for this term [we have three], and i come in today only to find out that the deadline has been moved down to tuesday. strangely enough, i don't feel like my efforts were wasted; quite the opposite in fact - i have a mad desire to add more functionality to the program. perhaps tonight.

ii. shameless self-promotions

the ccs acoustic night is on tuesday and the pasicatchan is on thursday. we'll hopefully be able to do justice to sponge cola's partisan, urbandub's sailing, the itchyworms' buwan and|or imago's otherwise. we desperately need practice, but both renz and i will be away this weekend. i don't know what he's up to exactly, but i'm off to cresta monte [aka the repository of all negative energies] for the 2004 malate writers' workshop. i may upload the revised version of my story sometime next week.

iii. total recall

while paco, chudor, and i were on the lrt, it stopped for a few minutes between the libertad and edsa stations, probably to accomodate the train before it. i then remembered something that happened to me during my first weeks of college but which i neglected to share online:

that time too, the lrt stopped between the cursed stations. after around 10 minutes, the operator announced over the loudspeaker, "ahh... pasensya na po tayo, tumigil po ang tren."

someone from the back shouted back, "alam namin, gago!"

after another 10 or 15 minutes [by which time the lrt had been converted into a mobile sauna], the operator announced , "ahh... pasensya na po tayo, gagalaw na po ang tren," after which the lrt moved a couple of feet before stopping again.

that same guy shouted, "mabuhay si gloria!" and the entire car burst into applause.

in hindsight, the situation could've turned really ugly, really fast. good thing they directed their anger at the happily oblivious lrt operator instead of at each other.

iv. senti mode on

Your granddad left home for the circus.
He was young just like me, with hope to explore.
He married a girl in Virginia.
She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor.

Your mother was born in December,
On the one sunny day that winter gave up.
She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies,
When she stared at the world.

So why do you leave these stories unfinished,
My Cheshire cat doorstop with tears in her eyes?
Why do you look when you've already found it?
What did you find that could leave you walking by?

She was raised in a New England village.
Then she moved to LA with her firefly stare,
And you loved sunset strip when it sparkled,
You grew up and you sparkled but why don't you care?

These nights I get high just from breathing.
When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real,
Like that firework over the freeway.
I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel.

So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone.
My Cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile,
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?

And what did I do that you can't seem to want me?
Why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
Where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?

sige ingat.ü 
posted by stani at 11:53 AM