Where all the unsaid things are.

Showing posts with label all the other wrong things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label all the other wrong things. Show all posts

Sunday, May 9, 2010

isangdaan at dalawang butas

Kung para sa totoong pagbabago ang hangarin mo sa pagtakbo sa eleksyong ito, bakit sa huli, isa isa kayong nagstapler ng pera sa inyong pangalan?

Marahil ganun lang talaga kayo kayaman at walang mapaglagyan ng pera kaya pinamigay na lang. Pero hayaan na kung saan galing ang mga perang yan. Ang isipin kung bakit kailangan nyo pang bilhin ang boto ng tao ay sapat na para magtae ang bolpen ko.

Kung alam mong ikaw ay karapatdapat manungkulan, bakit ka makikipagsabayan sa mga kalaban mo? Bakit sa lahat ng araw ng pagpapagod mo sa pangangampanya, sa paglalatag ng makataong plataporma, sa pagsasabing matwid ka, ngayon sa huling araw ay nagpahulog ka, sumabay sa agos ng kurapsyon? Bakit ka bumibili ng boto!

Maaaring para sa iyo, payak na pagtumbas lamang yan sa mga katunggali mo, pero para sa akin nagiging malabo na ang sinasabi mong pagbabago. Dahil sa dalawang maliit na butas sa papel na hawak ko, kitang-kita ko na ang kinabukasan ng Pilipinas sa susunod na anim na taon.

Hindi na rin ako nagtataka kung bakit umaga pa lang napakaraming tao na ang nag-aabang sa kalsada. Tingnan mo, gabi na nadyan pa rin sila. Tsk. Malamang nagaantay sa baluktot mong pangako.

Nakakawalang gana. Kahit na una pa lang alam ko nang palpak, excited pa rin naman ako sa electronic election na yan. Dahil unang beses kong boboto. Sana mabilang ang boto ko. Dahil bukas boboto ako bilang taong malaya. Boboto ako bilang taong hindi bayad.

Kung masyadong magarbo ang wish kong yan at imposible, eto na lang:
Sana wag mareject ang balota ko ng PCOS Machine nyo.

Kahit yan na lang. Kahit di ko na alam kung saan mapupunta yon pakatapos.
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Thursday, October 29, 2009

reblog this if your first or last name is always spelled/pronounced wrong

VERZOSA. NOT VERSOZA. THAT’S JUST PLAIN STUPID. NO ONE’S NAMED VERSOZA. OKAY, MAYBE THIS ONE FILIPINO PORN STAR. EVER HEARD OF GARDO VERSOZA? YEAH, HE’S A DISGRACE TO THE FAMILY NAME.

It doesn’t happen all the time but everyone once in a while, yeah. My name is Nina. Simple, right? So, again, let’s just clear this up. It’s NOT Niña.

My surname Nery is almost always misspelled as Neri. It never gets mispronounced but it always gets misspelled.

MY NAME IS. NOT. PATRICIA. My last name is not David. No, I don’t use my mother’s maiden name. My middle name is Andrea, not Policarpio. It’s Sa-man-tha, not Sumunta. And it’s AN-dree-ya/ An-DREY-a NOT AN-dreh-ya. My name is not that hard.

It`s Gallardo \:d/ Last name `yaan, aaa ! GAL-YAR-DOOOOO =)))))))))) Not Ga-lar-do, mm`kay ?

Misspelled and/or mispronounced. It`s Christine Felizardo. Christine is spelled that way, not Kristine or Cristine or Kristin or any crappy spelling. And Felizardo is not pronounced as Filisardo. =))

Wth Nicki. SERIOUSLY FILISARDO ANG PRONUNCIATION NILA SA FELIZARDO?! Wtf. =))))))

Sadly, yes. Some, haha =))

Arrogante’s my last name. And I ALWAYS have to tell them “Double R” :| Oh well. Still one of the best last names in the world. \m/

it’s Teddi, no y. i am not a bear. and it’s not Theresa, Teresa.

It’s Mishel, not Michelle. Francheska, not Francesca / Franchesca.

Oh, and my middle name is NOT spelled as / or pronounced as yengko.

And sir Noe, it’s ESCAÑO, NOT ESCANCIO. :|

IT’S CLARA MURALLOS. NOT CARLA MORALES. :|

it’s ALKI. not alqui or alkey or alcky or alkee or alcki or weirzy

Oh and they always call me E-lay-ni or El-ya-ni or E-laine. It is E-le-ni. It is spelled Eleanny, with double N, not double L. And my surname is Ha-ron. Not Dya-ron. Haha.


(reblogged from arukisama's blog)

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Sunday, September 27, 2009

Goodbye, Emily!

I am more selfish than I would like to admit.

Because I have this biggest fear: it is when you found something so cool, and all the other people would find your thing cool, too, the next thing would be them pushing you out of the scene, thinking you are not cool enough to like the same thing.

The same when somebody find you cool and then another cool thing arrives, you get taken for granted.

I have only few important things with me. Being selfish is good sometimes. I get to keep the things of my very young life for myself alone. But more often, it makes me a psychedelic freak. Because most of MY things really never meant anything to anyone but me.

I don't know. Do you hate me?
I do. I hate myself.

Or maybe it's my grubby, sensitive and insecure alter ego.

(Maybe I can't be with you forever..
Go and build your future somewhere else, Emily!)
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Friday, August 7, 2009

Lessons you don't learn in your class

Lesson #1 : Don't kill yourself with guilt if you've done something wrong. The whole business of good and evil seemed completely turned around. Some of them might be hiding things, too.

Lesson #2 : Doubt makes you bad. Jealousy makes you a monster. Helplessness can make you a limp noodle.

Lesson #3 : Everyone had to grow up. It couldn't be 1997 forever. You cannot whine for the same stuff that people don't want to give you over and over again.

Lesson #4 : Fuck you, bitch.

Lesson #5 : Mush Potato also raise middle finger and curse.
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Friday, July 3, 2009

nursing school survival rules


I need to learn all the rules. So I could break them.
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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Ramblings

Some things just come up and make us lose our sense of belief.

I don't believe in Santa anymore. He is a fiction made by parents who wants to conserve their children's hopes.

I don't believe that South Pole is just beneath our grounds anymore.
Because way back in grade school I learned that earth is round.

Then in high school I learned that it [earth] is not round. It is oblate spheroid.

I don't believe in people anymore. Because yesterday, I realized that they betray your trust.
Some of them were my friends.

...........................................
[Or i thought so.]


TRUE.

Some things just aren't.
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