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The Paradox
Marbzkidoodles the Great
Nineteen going on fifty
I always have this staid appearance
It makes people assume that I’m a bore (actually, I am an utter bore, sheesh)
Although I also have a tendency to be impish,
Wickedly roguish sometimes to the point of intolerance.
I have a ten-year memorandum of agreement with my father.
That I would graduate from college not more than ten years since I first set foot on it.
A very rational leeway coz he spent nine years in uni to get his.
I’m on my fourth and last year in college.
Can I get a rebate, Papa?
I think that our earthly existence would be exceedingly uninteresting without problems.
So I live to enjoy hating, fearing, and loving life.
I’ve had thousands of dreams since I came out of my mother’s womb. Most of them were like short action flicks where I find myself running away from a giant snake, a person, or a whole battalion of bandits. But the dream I had this morning was a first. I dreamt that I was getting married.
Freaky!
The first scene was inside a room where women were in a fuss (probably primping me for my wedding). Then I found myself in a beautiful wedding gown, walking to the church altar, my left hand holding on to the arm of a guy (probably my groom… well… yeah… who else but “the groom”). Then we sat in beautiful chairs, and the ceremony started. My groom was wearing a Barong Tagalog and black pants. I can see his head but I cannot discern his features. Then when it was near the part of the declaration of marriage vows the priest stopped talking. Then my groom disappeared into a dressing room. A woman began retouching my make-up. Then a group of women dressed in elegant gowns entered the church. Guess who they were? Abigail Arenas, Tingting Cojuangco, and other socialites. I overheard that they were my groom’s grandmothers! Then my groom came back (I can’t still see his face!) dressed in a horrendous striped polo barong. The ninongs and ninangs were trooping near the socialites and they were taking pictures with them. I was so pissed off because they were so jologs.
Then the next scene was inside my parent’s house, we were all sitting in the living room, and “the groom” and I were discussing something with my parents. I was holding on to “the groom’s” hand while my mind was drifting off. I was thinking about my friends and I was really worried because my friends and I have a pact that we wouldn’t marry unless we’re nearing our thirties. I was worried coz I was only nineteen and still have one semester in college. I was thinking of hiding the truth from my friends. Then I hugged “the groom” and smiled.
Then I woke up.
WTF was that! save my soul
Last Thursday has been the worst day of my life. It was such an emotionally unstable day for me. And I’m still experiencing the aftershocks. The house I’m staying at contain a pokerfaced beast-hearted monster.
I’m kinda okay now. I’m happy coz I have good friends who are there to help me weather every rock. I have a family who answers the emails I send them together; complete attendance, from the dad, the mom, and the two bros. Funny how they manage to write a long reply, each paragraph designated to one family member. With an ending statement of: We love you, ate!
As what my father said, everything is just water under the bridge, I should not cry over it. Lolz! My father comes up with really cheesy lines like: don’t fear to breast the sea – our hearts, our hopes, our prayers are all with thee… are all with thee… save my soul
I’ve read on somebody’s blog that there’s this website where you could submit your photo and then the website would scour through their database of celebrity snapshots to look for someone who looks like you. The site: Analogia, Star Estimator.
It was kinda cool at first. But as you submit more photos, they show you more celebrities; those that don’t even have the slightest resemblance to yourself. Dig this, the site told me that I looked like Liv Tyler, when in fact the only thing common with our pictures was the tilting of our heads to the right. I submitted another photo and they told me that I resembled Avril Lavigne… why… coz in my picture, my hair was ironed straight, just like Avril’s hair. More photos, more celebrity “mismatches” like Courtney Cox, Rachel Weisz, Charlize Theron, Christina Aguilera, Natasha Henstridge, Toni Braxton, Monica Keena, and OMFG Catherine Zeta-Jones! The only celebrity that keeps on constantly appearing in the search results was Sheila Moon-Frye, and I don’t even know her…
Oh, and yeah, I have a new cell phone. Hello, world! save my soul
I’m such an altruistic person, I keep on giving my cell phones to poor people. Well, who would think that poor people like threatening me with ice picks and slashing my bag with sharp blades? Sheesh.
I’m getting impatient with Smart. I still don’t have the replacement phone I was asking for. I’ve been a subscriber for almost five years now, and in that time span they haven’t given me a single free phone like what they’ve promised. I’m already thinking of buying a phone with my measly budget (no thanks to Smart) coz I’m already feeling the toll of a “cellphoneless” person. I hate being constrained by a budget. But I cannot afford to buy a phone more than PhP 8,000 because I still have to pay for the ostentatiously priced gradpic and yearbook.
What decent phone can I buy with that amount? Tell me. Please. save my soul
Yesterday, out of boredom, I googled my name. I pretty much expected the search results to lead to my blog, but alas, there was one search result that got me so curious. It was a haloscan comment for a certain blog, and somebody wrote something about me. It was written by somebody named Linguist-in-waiting. The comment goes like this:
A simple play on words makes something funny. I once was harsh on a classmate back in college, when I learned that her first name and last name was the same, her name was Marbida Marbida. She later told me that some university personnel, ie. library staff, registration officers, regularly tell her if she is joking whenever they see her name on the registration form or the library card. Well, I guess most people think it funny when something that is unusual gets their attention.
I went to his website, and he indeed was a former classmate, but I don’t remember in which subject. Dude, were you harsh on me? Well, I guess not… or maybe you were but it didn’t hit me coz I’m so used to people reacting weirdly coz of my name… but nah don’t think that it did me moral damages. And you’re so correct; people act funny when something unusual gets their attention.
My grandmother, if she were alive, wouldn’t have wanted to live in Turkmenistan. I’ve read that the Turkmen President banned long hair and gold tooth caps. Earlier, he has also banned opera and ballet. And I’m sorry ASAP Mania, you can’t do a show there coz he also banned lip-synching!
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My bag got slashed while I was riding the jeepney five hours ago. The mother-fucking scrounger of a pig (deceitfully dressed in a white polo barong, black pants and black shoes) ruined my favorite bag, got my precious cell phone, and spoiled the supposedly blissful long-weekend that I was raving about before that god-awful thing happened. Argh!
The depressing thing is that it had to happen to me AGAIN. The first time I lost my phone to a mugger was two years ago, when the good-for-nothing scoundrel at Aurora Blvd. forcibly got my phone while threatening to stab me with an ice pick. Tangina! Why do bad things always happen to me when I’m at my happiest moment? What immoral act have I done to deserve such unfortunate situations? Why me?
Now, how can I afford to think about my thesis and my report on Tuesday? How can I reach my group mates when all of their numbers are stored in that phone and I don’t even have an extra copy of their numbers? The photo studios would be texting me… how will I ever know? Argh! I need my phone back you thug! I hope you rot in hell! save my soul
I still can’t get over the fact that tarsiers commit suicide whenever they are held in captivity or when they are made as pets and subjected to a caged environment.
Images of those tarsiers’ big teary eyes come into mind. Them getting a stick and piercing it into their humungous eyeballs. Them getting a rope and tying it around their head to choke. Them downing a lot of sleeping pills so that they wouldn’t wake up again. Them slitting their wrists. Them getting a gun, aiming it on their heads and pulling the trigger.
** Kala niyo seryoso noh? **
I know it was outright rude but I just can’t control my laughter while my professor was lecturing about tarsiers in class. Images of those tarsiers trying to commit suicide were flooding my mind like Hoover Dam being opened for the very first time.
So you’ll ask… how do tarsiers end their life? save my soul
I should hibernate. I don’t think it would still be advisable for me to lounge around at the college because people tend to give me more responsibilities than what I could normally handle. I can’t even remember the other tasks people shoved on to my face. Sheesh…
Admittedly, I’ve enjoyed accepting loads but now I’ve realized that I’ve been neglecting my priorities because of too much delight on other matters. My schedule is in shambles. My priorities are muddled. I have to reorganize my life. save my soul
I have no classes today due to the special non-working holiday that Pres. Arroyo has announced earlier so that the people could just stay at home and turn on their TVs to listen to her SONA. I’ve been compelled to listen to it since high school, but I’m completely uninterested in listening to it right now. It is totally crap to pay attention to whatever she has to say to save her face. Discussing about the SONA would probably be inevitable, so as not to be completely imbecilic about it, I’ll probably buy newspaper tomorrow; I’d choose to read it than watch her say it. Well, that’ll be for tomorrow. As for now, I’ll just rave about the latest Asian movies that I’ve watched during the weekend.
The latest one I watched was “Love Letter”, a Japanese film that won the Toronto Festival Audience Award in 1995. All the while, I thought I was the most unfortunate child in the whole wide world to have been given a first name that is the same as my surname. For those uninitiated ones, my name is Marbida L. Marbida. Don’t get me wrong, having this name is basically okay with me, I don’t despise my parents for it. I actually am amused by the fact that I get noticed because of it, schoolmates would know about my name even before they actually meet me in person. But for the past fifteen years of my school life, I’ve always had longer airtime when it comes to the “introduce-yourself-to-the-class” part of the first day of classes. I’ve gotten used to it, to the point where I construct different phony reasons why my name is such, so that there would be variations.
The movie tells about unrequited love. Itsuki-guy died without even telling Itsuki-girl that he loved her. He died without even telling her that the name he always wrote on the 80+ book cards in the library were actually Itsuki-girl’s name, not his. Itsuki-girl only found out about Itsuki-guy’s love for her after exchanging countless letters with his fiancé.
The movie was so high school, so sentimentally romantic. It tells about secret crushes. It makes us think of the possibility that we may mean more to certain persons than we think we do. The heartbreaking part of the movie was the part where Itsuki-guy’s fiancé realized that her fiancé never really loved her, that she was just a shadow of his true love, Itsuki-girl. Ouchness!
Takashi Kashiwabara, the actor who portrayed the young Itsuki-boy, is so handsome. I was totally fearful that I’m turning into a cradle snatcher for liking the young boy, but then I realized that it was filmed in 1995, which means he’s older than me. A little googling told me that he was born March 16, 1977 and that he’s already married. Ouch! So much for turning into a pseudo-pedophile.
Since Meteor Garden penetrated the Philippine boobtube, Filipinos began ditching Mexican telenovelas and turning their attention towards Asian TV series and films. Compared with Latin soaps where lovers slurp (yuck!) when they kiss; Taiwanese, Korean, and Japanese romantic movies seldom show excessive mushy-mushy-PDA parts in their movies. The magic of it all is that it is so simple. That’s why I have copies of a couple of other Korean and Japanese films that made me have more laugh lines and heart palpitations.
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I attended mass today.
I’ve always wanted to attend mass, but most of the time, I bypassed the opportunity because I was just simple lazy or I was dead-tired or I was studying for an exam. God must’ve been so delighted to see me back again inside His house, it rained. I’m equally happy. The officiating priest was an Indian man with a very thick accent. The first instance that I saw the priest, I prayed to God that I would be able to understand everything that the priest would say. After all, that was the first time after eons of absences, so I’d better be all-ears. The good thing is that I did understand all that he said despite the accent.
When he was giving his sermon, he asked the churchgoers to raise their hands if they would be permit their children to be a priest or a nun. Only two raised their hands. I would’ve raised mine but I still don’t have a child. I was wondering why only two people raised their hands, was it because they didn’t want their children to enter a monastery or convent, or was it simply because they didn’t really understand his question.
I was unearthed from the muck I was long wallowing in when I attended mass. save my soul
I wore my cousin’s headband to school. Most of the people I happened to bump into during the whole time I was wearing it told me that it looked like a princess’ tiara. It has little holes filled with green gem-like stones that made it really look like a diadem. Starlah!
But no amount of tiara-like headbands could cover up the mortification that I was made to suffer that day. Actually, all of my classmates have also experienced the same amount of humiliation from my professor when he commanded each of us to recite in front of the class. With each passing minute of that hour and a half class, I felt as if I would faint and pee on my pants. I read the wrong readings, thus I gave a wrong answer, talk about being caught off guard… Psh!
Twenty people who conspire with each other to kill a single person would not be charged of murder. With that, may I call on nineteen or more PA142 classmates, who would like to lynch the person responsible for our professor’s change of mood? If by any twist of bitter fate I would fail that course, I swear that student would have a first-class ticket to hell. save my soul
With road signs like this, you’ll surely have a laugh trip (pun intended).
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The President of the Philippines is in deep shit. Her cabinet, various business clubs, and worse, her political parties are giving up on her maybe because they couldn’t stand dirty politics or because they sensed that they should jump ship as soon as possible. Whatever the reason, it’s the same banana; the president is caught in a quicksand without anything to hold on to.
Bad karma came back to Gloria tenfold. Who could’ve ordered the wiretapping? Gloria is not stupid enough to allow the AFP to wiretap Malacañang. Maybe she ordered the bugging of Garcillano’s telephone due to lack of trust on the COMELEC official. She doubted the loyalty of the man, thinking that he could possibly be conniving with the FPJ camp, so she ordered his phones tapped. The totally imbecilic thing about it was that she completely forgot that she ordered Garci’s phone wiretapped when she called him inquiring about the rigging being done in her favor. God is good.
I was born at the peak of EDSA 1. Seems like I would live through dozens more of these people power revolutions. I’m so tired of the filthiness of Philippine politics. save my soul
This is an aerial photograph of the Province of Albay. See that fuzzy round spot in the middle of the photo, that’s Mayon Volcano. I’m dumb when it comes to coordinates, the only thing I’m sure about is that I live somewhere next to that smoking giant.
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I’ve come across this website selling t-shirts with very raucous and insulting designs. Here are some samples:
Tee1
Tee2
Tee3
Tee4
Tee5
Tee6 save my soul
Have you ever pictured how Metro Manila looked like in the 60s? Yep, I’m talking about Metro Manila without the MRT, the LRT, the fly-over, the distracting billboards, the MMDA pink fences, and absolutely the noxious pollution. Well, a friend was kind enough to provide me with pictures that came from the bottom of his lolo’s mahiwagang baul. It’s my pleasure to share with you the photos of Metro Manila of the not-so-olden times.
Aurora Blvd. as we see it today is a dingy strip of road full of snatchers and hold-uppers. The huge columns supporting the railway seem like gray-colored monsters in the middle of the pollution filled road. The picture above is Aurora without the LRT2 and the MMDA footbridge. The picture was taken from a building, which is now McDonald’s Aurora Branch.
This is a snapshot of EDSA before approaching the Guadalupe Bridge. Notice that there isn’t much billboards yet during those times. There is minimal traffic and no MRT.
We’ve become used to seeing Kamuning on the early morning TV shows as that road where there is a lot of traffic. It is like a parking lot because when vehicles reach Kamuning, they literally stop because there’s nowhere to budge. Well, marvel on a picture of Kamuning without the monstrous bottleneck.
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I’ve just found out that my reggae babies, Brownman Revival, would soon be releasing their much anticipated, overly exaggerated, underestimated, often imitated, long-awaited, controversial and delicious first long-playing album under Sony BMG.
I have yet to see their first mainstream music video featuring their carrier single, “Maling Akala” but I’m sure as hell that it’ll be one hell of a delicious video. I’m truly happy that they have at last been given the much-needed opportunity to make it big in the music industry. And I’m equally elated over the fact that they have an official website. Now, I don’t have to tire myself googling their luscious names for a teensy-weensy bit of information.
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Linguist-in-Waiting | 08.03.05 - 5:48 am
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12:08AM
Okay, enough of the hallucinations.
Simple, they bang their heads onto something hard until they die. So don’t ever try caging a tarsier.
01:06AM
As soon as possible.
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Imagine how much I was relieved when I watched the movie. “Love Letter” is a story about a guy and a girl who have the same name, Fujii Itsuki. When the teacher does the roll call, they both end up raising their hands at the same time. The class would often tease them; Fujii Itsuki loves Fujii Itsuki. The girl would just cry quietly on her desk, the boy would often end up getting into a fistfight with the ones teasing them. Their teachers would often mistakenly interchange their answer sheets. Just imagine how hard it was for them, they always end up in the same section.
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After four months.
Wow.
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Umm, are you sure?
Just in case Batman forgets…
As in nothing? Zero? Nil? Zilch? Harshness…
I hope the emergency’s not too urgent…
Umm yeah, even my 3-year old cousin knows that dumbass…
Okay, okay, I got the message! Don’t scare me!
Then, how am I supposed to get in?!
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(Front) Yes, I have plenty of change, you homeless piece of shit. Thanks for asking.
(Back)I would help the homeless if I just knew where they lived.
(Front in small fonts) The funniest thing about this shirt is that by the time you realize it doesn’t say anything it’s too late for you to stop reading it you dumb fuck.
(Front) Who needs big tits?
(Back) If you have an ass like this.
(Front) There’s a fuckin asshole looking at me.
(Back) Still looking at me.
(Front in large fonts) Are you my daddy?
(Front) Rape is no laughing matter. Unless you’re raping a clown.
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Aurora Boulevard, Cubao, Quezon City
Guadalupe, Makati City
Kamuning before the chaos
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