[SuperPEL]

2004-08-01T03:46:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the delay people... here's the promised entry # 3. finally got my comment thing working. much thanks to bianca and to aley who helped me try to fix this blog. dammit. for an info systems major im pretty html illeterate.

SO HERES THE DEAL.

Im trying to freakin recapture what has already been processed, formulated into writing, put into the recycle bin of my mind... and now. if only i could click on the restore button. unfortunately, pepels were not created with a recycle bin, or a restore button. my apologies.

SO HERE WE GO AGAIN

The pepel show is again back for another pseudo-dictionarial article-slash entry on baho words.

Coming from a tiring, exhausting week of work at the wonderful whorehouse of the work-a-day world also known to man as corporate america, it is always good to sit back, relak, and watch a betamak. but as for now, allow me to un-hinge a couple of my bolts and lay the smack-down on the unsuspecting reader. but before that, let me of course give a couple of backgrounders muna.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE:

JJ ABAD-SANTOS: my pakner, the other half of the ultimate decision making body, my brohter, without you, all this is not possible. pare, thanks for always being there for me when i needed you... *tear rolls down cheek* ill miss you when you go back to cali.

ANNOUNCEMENTS:

There are a couple of up-and-coming promising prodigies who are at our table as of the moment. MAXIE LIBORO has suggested very promising words, and meanings, and is up for appretinceship soon, also she has fully accepted the fact that she is just to be my minion and thus, making her my personal slave. she is at the top of the class. BIANCA GONZALEZ has also suggested a couple promising words, however, no personal biases, she is but an understudy of MAXIE.

also, just a lil' shout-out to a friend of mine who left new york a couple of days ago. Ginsy, you will be missed by the everyones here.

btw, ginsy was present at the first ever convention of baho words kasi eh. she was witness to our katarantaduhan langhiya. also Alessa. but aley's a different story, me n her are gona play basketball tomorrow, one-on-one. pucha no merceh.

NYC2004summer motherfuckers: we rule

DISCLAIMER:

None of these words actually make sense, these as aforementioned, are mere flatulence of the mind. by me n JJ. sana no one takes it too personal. also im hoping that no one has like too high expectations on the words. coz i get jahe eh. what if they aren't that funny na? and people get tired after a couple of entries? well, don't worry, ill try it out. ill stick it through, until JJ still in NewYork, we'll still be brainstorming.

THANKS:

to our avid readers, thank you thank you thank you! tell your friends, suggest some more, COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!! nakaka enganyo eh. very inspiring and heart-warming.

NOW WE GET TO THE GOOD SUTFF; THE WORDS OF THE WEEK:

LAMEMOT (lah-meh-mot)
The small particles of undigestible foodstuff which you can find in stuck your tae. commonly seen in the form of corn, pechay, beans, or even nalunok na bubble gum.

Usage: Puta dad! hindi ka nag flush kagabi, ang baho! may lamemot pa ang tae mo amputa.

TIKWAWA (tik-wah-wah) N.B. Titing Kawawa
Buhay na nunal sa tite. not only that, kung mamalasin ka pa, may pakweng pang kasama ang iyong tikwawa (for reference, see previous entries for pakweng)

Usage: Tangina, ang sakit ng tikwawa ko ngayon nangangati pare, i can't scratch it naman mamamaga.

TYAMEME (cha-meh-meh)
* pronounced with a short 'e' like how you pronounce MANI for peanuts. maneh diba? short 'e' para mas malutong ang tunog.

the single layer of fat na super nacoconcious mga girls with. its the ONE layer of fat sa bandang front part ng tummy, near the belly button region pero it extends throughout your tummy. is usually characterized by the invisible fold-line you have on your tummy. approximately 1 to 1 and a half inches thick kapag kinurot.

Usage: Dude, and cute nung tyameme ni *fill in the blanks* nakasilip sa shirt niya oh. hahaha.

PUNGAW (poo-ngao)
Putok ng babae. plain and simple.

Usage: chong ang hot ni *fill in the blanks* kahapon. medyo mainit so siyempre naka short shirt. pero tangina nung medyo tumagal na, puta pare. may pungaw pala.

** this is my personal favorite. the pick of the litter this week is...

TYANGE (cha-ngeh)
again this is pronounced like tyameme and mani, with a short 'e' para mas malutong

When you're talking to someone, yung nakakadistract na mga white na laway na nag buibuild-up sa gilid ng lips niya na parang naiipon tapos you just cant get your eyes off it at parang gusto mong sabihan yung kausap mong "uy, mayroon kang tyange, my... friend/partner/constituen/boss/teacher". pero ito medyo special case, not all people get tyange.

Usage: Hassle nakakadistract yung speaker natin kanina, hindi ko malubayan tignan yung tyange pare.

WAKTONG (whack-tong) N.B. wak wak na utong

people have different looking utongs. there are nice utongs and there are really ugly ones. WAKTONG is the ugly, guy utong na medyo mukhang popcorn na. usually seen sa mga taong medyo mataba pero nag lose ng weight.

Usage: Naglaro kami ng basket nung isang araw sa covered courts, mainit na yung laro, puta naghubad ng shirt si jabs pare tawang tawa kami kasi nakita namin na waktong pala siya.

ANNOUNCEMENT:

Prodigious addition to wordlist. our prodigy MAXIE has been given a daunting task to name a word JJ and i couldn't find a nice meaning to. Maxie, in less than ten seconds, gave a meaning agad. and Made me laugh, and when i told JJ, made him laugh. so she passed one test and passed it, with flying colors pa. That is why she is the prodigy. a la lebron james. Bianca, you might be a la kobe bryant, kailangan pa pa-hinog, a couple of years to ripen, pero promising parin nontheless.

maxie, congratulations, you have done me proud.

LUPAPE (loo-pah-peh) N.B. pronounce like others, short 'e' para malutong

Month's old build up of libag, dirt, and what not, sa pusod. To remove Lupape, kailangan pa gamitan ng baby oil, at cotton swabs.

Usage: Ewww, ang kapal na ng lupape ko.

LETS PLAY A GAME:

Ill give a word (without master JJ the wordmaster's consent) na inimbento ko, give me a nice meaning to it. from here, we shall select our next crop of prodigies.

ISPRIKENENE - *wawa baho word, needing a meaning*

now part two, ill cite a body part. and i need a baho word to go with it.

alam niyo yung taba spillover that girls have in the back of their brastrap? what could we possibly call that?

Again, thank you for bearing with my stupid entries. and i hope it still brings smiles to people's faces, for that is the greater good beneath the sillyness. we like making people smile. :D

suggestions anyone?

2004-08-01T03:36:00.000-04:00

FUCK.

people. i just spent a bit more than two hours of my time typing up this week's latest baho word-entries. they were so carefully worded na. definitions. examples. pronounciations. commendations. recognitions. and guess freakin what.

3:37 in the damn morning.

and the entry just decides to delete itself.

ill take another shot at it tomorrow. when im less pissed. when im less frustrated. when the blood temp hass colled down, and the fingers aren't as agitated. i know deep inside teh entry wouldn't be worded as great, or written as skillfully as the first one. but i guess this happens to the best of us. even in emails. this happens. what the hell. its like blogger's curse. so bear with me if in the next entry i show any shades of decay.

im so tired i could kill a horse.

2004-07-27T01:16:00.000-04:00

MAKING WEIRD SHIT UP LIKE WHOA PART II

current music: wham - careless whisper

So whats the deal pel? nothing really. its just amazing how we've been getting good feedback on the made up baho-words...

Chokla
Pakweng
Kemomay

the three that started it all.

but anyway. since im in a very happy mood. this journal will now be transformed into a baho-word personal dictionary of some sorts.

that is. if no one minds...

take note that all these words are the flatulence of our minds (me and jj)

people are free to lambast them, praise them, say whats funny, say whats not too funny... give suggestions etc.

my friend maxie is trying to join the baho-word creator gang. (me n jj)

i told her in order to be in this elite decision making body... one must pass three tests.

TEST # 1
Ill give you a word... think up of a good meaning for it. na panget lang talaga.

Example. BACHONJA. maxie said "the simoy of really really fat people"
maxie, u get a 75%. not too shabby.

TEST # 2
JJ Will give you a word, think up a good meaning (or obscure body part)

TEST # 3
You make your word, and you give the meaning... and jj and i will approve.
so there. as you can see. we take this thing very seriously.. and its not like we dont love you all. friends kung sa friends. pero dude. walang personalan. if you arent acepted into the decision making body.. no hard feelings. we most prbably love you parin. its just that you didnt make the cut.

WORDS OF YESTERYEAR

old words which havent really hit the spotlight... back in the day pa naimbento ng mga tao tao.

HAPIPAKS (happy-pocks) the web like structures forming in between your toes due to your socks being kind-of-new pa. (vs kachichas which is extablished to be the libag na maasim in between the toesies ok?)fred. tama ba?

WIGGOL WAGGOL (wee-gol, wa-ggol) the flap of skin hanging from the woman's arm )parang lower tricep) which jiggles when she waves.

BAK-BIRD (back-bird) when a guy wears trunks or a spandex suit... tapos biglang tigasan. bakbird.

enough na. im tired. and i want to rest. here are the newer ones though.

BANLOT - yung cute na fat sa back ng girl na parang love handles pero spill over lang na taba sa likod.

BONAK - yung arch ng kili kili (ex. when u raise it, especially girls, diba parang may hump sa gitna ng kili kili itself? thats bonak)

JAKLAW - yung mga stray bulbol na ligaw na tumutubo sa gilid gilid ng singit na sumisilip sa brief (or bikini line) pluck-able, wax-able, shave-able.

LAKTUMAL - when u shower, theres a drain diba? the bulbol build up which rolls up into a ball of a steelwool looking nest.

im so tired na. logtulites muna ako.

good night.

2004-07-19T13:10:00.000-04:00

Making Weird Shit up Like Whoa

Current song: Eternal Flame - The Bangles

Nothing really too interesting to write about. however, I do have a request to all who read this.
Does anyone here know absolutely anything about how i could obtain a copy of the official baho word-list? i dunno how to spell any of it.

Popular words like

cookareekaboo
wenekleklek

which i commonly confuse as 1. libag sa ilalim ng boobies, or 2. buhok sa utong. please could
somebody tell me, which is freakin' which?

also... the more popular

burnick - buhok sa pwet
bolex - bulbol extension
etc...

also their meanings...

im just really curious i guess.

so here's the story. over the weekend, me n my good friend jj were talking about all sorts of weird shit. maybe we were also kind-of drunk pa at that time. coz going home at 9am from a gimmick night, seeing the sunrise in the brooklyn promenade with alcohol flowing trhough our veins, just leaves the mind wanting a brain.

so the topic of conversation... these "baho words" right? ok. so there. then all of a sudden, we try to think up of our own. of course, copywriting them and patenting at the same time. the process was jj would think of a word which sounds mabaho (coz he's better at it than me), then i would think up of an obscure body part which we could attach the thought-about baho word to. then after saying the body part, jj tells me the word he thinks about and we see if its bagay.

so the first word we came up with.

CHOKLA

"pare whats that?"

"Its the chicken-skin looking excess skin you have on where ur elbow is supposed to be when you straighten your arm"

"ahhh."

Use in a sentence: "Uy, dude that girl's so cute oh! kaso nga lang, ang itim ng chokla."

a chokla could be described to be maitim, maputi (pag dry na dry) or even makapal, or sugatin, or whatever. so people, check out your choklas.

second word.

jj was kind of thinking kung anong tawag sa buhok sa nunal... i know and im pretty sure there's something for that na. pero i will choose to stick to what jj said. after five minutes of thinking what the hell a mole-hair should be called. jj blurted out oh-so-randomly

PAKWENG

i could not stop laughing. tangina sobrang epal ng word. the word itself is so inconveiniently nakakahassle... na bagay nga siyang term as buhok sa nunal. after recovering for the brain bludgeoning laughter...

Use in a sentence

"Tangina pare tatlo na pala pakweng ko!"

Famous pakwengs: President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo & Cindy Crawford

"eh what if they pluck the pakweng out?" i dunno.

Third and last product of our drunken attempt at being creative...

"Pel, i have a word, think up of a meaning na."

so i was like... hmmm. sige pare.

after around five minutes of contemplative silence... I finally came up with an obscure body part which im pretty sure someone has thought a name for already... but hey what the hell right?

"tangina j, i thought of something na, pero bakla hindi bagay."

"dein dude. shoot"

"alright man. do you know the taba on the little flap of skin which when girls wear spaghetti straps looks like three lines where their kili kili is supposed to be?"

then jj started laughing like crazy.

KEMOMAY he said.

and i couldn't stop laughing too.

use in a sentence: "dude nakakagigil yung kemomay nun o, parang sarapa kahgatin."
hahaha. yuck? maybe. but boys talk that way sometimes.

a breif recap of everything we have discussed.

CHOKLA - balat sa siko na namumuti o nangingitim pa paminsan
PAKWENG - buhok sa nunal
KEMOMAY - taba sa may three lines where kili kili is supposed to be situated

so favor lang to all those who read this... tell me what you think about it? meron na ba nauna sa words? help a brotha out! and if u think it sounds cool, use it na rin! propagation of the verbal specie is always good.

2004-07-05T17:12:00.000-04:00

im bored. brainless. and cantankerous.

So after millions of years of not updating. here we go again.

I can't really start writing like i used to. i think i write best when im depressed. coz nowadays, i find myself being more and more not depressed. (as opposed to being less and less depressed, i think the way i word things express and in a way is a descriptor of what kind of person i am. and as i allow my words to paint a picutre of myself... i have to get back on track right.) it used to be like i'd have this isochronous symptomal depression, pero now, its like it totally gone. like. totally airhead like. like im so like happy. like... now?

like yeah. shut the fuck up man.

now i should bask in my glorious overwhelming feeling of un-hardshipness and allow my melanin-rich skin to soak up the sunrays and sweat the droplets of happy. dammit i feel like such a lackadaisical sloth. my utmost concern now is to fix my room. a couple of my other cousins arrived. we're now officially "one big happy family" i have 4 cousins, my sister, a tita, and my mom here with me. and all is going well. plus it seems like everyone from manila's coming over for a couple of classes here and there or for vacation or something to that tone. so i haven't really done anything prodctive. panay gimmick. panay dinner. panay sloth. speaking of which. how the hell do i link things like you guys do, man? so here's a link.

http://www.bits.bris.ac.uk/brique/p.php?id=%2Fnonserious%2Fkillers.php

its stupid. but mucho props to the screwnut who made it.

also for more shiny happy people: check out emotioneric.com, eric. you the man.

ok. now back to what we were talking about. which was actually... i think i lost myself somewhere. i need mental stimulation. i need to get back to reading books or having intellectual conversations with friends who are of absence at the present moment. hint hint. come the fuck back, my brain's deterioration already (notice the deliberance)

so fourth of july rolls by... big whoop. go america.

whoop.

tangina no big fuckin deal. pero ok lang hayaan natin ang mga putanginang mga onaks na yan na magsipag diwang at magsaya... :)

i wasn't able to see the fireworks. i was too busy snoozing off after shooting a few hoops. and boy was i disappointed. about my basketball of course. i haven't been more sucky. damn i think i should whoop my ass back into shape i felt so halpless, i knew i used to play better, pero now i know i am not what i used to be. i kinda gained weight, no more jumping legs, no more shooting arm, no more speed and agility. shit im starting to sound like michael jordan's third return to the NBA as a wizard... but yeah. if mike went through it. i could also go through it diba?

so now. in honor of the onaks in the country... im listening to the Theme form the greatest american hero "Believe it or Not" by Joey Scarbury

and since i can't emphasize enough how funny this song is...

in your trepidation, remember the 80's please :)

Look at what's happened to me,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
should have been somebody else.

Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.

Looks like the light of a new day,
Hit me from out of the blue.
Breaking me out of the spell I was in,
Making all of my wishes come true.

Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.

Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.

PUTA CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!
hahaha.

Everyday at work i find myself looking at the lil LCD in the elevator in the desperate hope to catch the "business word of the day". and as i was on the way down with the other intern, Matt, i was just like "dude, where the hell is the word of the day?" and of course, some other people in the background were like "yep, that's definitely the highlight of our day." the other one even said "it was actually one of the deciding factors which made me consider working here at madison sqquare garden."

i love sarcasm. it amuses me. really.

you wanna know what happened after that? we all stayed in the elevator, and waited for the damn word of the day to come out. and it was so austere, we were at a let down.

CANTANKEROUS - referring to your boss. or your momma.

haha. but yeah it was worth the sarcasm and the principle.

did they really stay to see the word of the day? nope, it was actually just me and matt. but hey what the hell. how are college kids supposed to act when posed with a situation like this one?

we did what we had to do. and we got the word of the day. and for that, we were thankful. and as i lit my victory cigarette upon coming out of 2 Penn Plaza's revolving doors, i can't help but imagine riding off to the sunset... on an alpaca's back, on top of a poncho, which used to belong to some señorita named "maria", clutching in my hands a leather bag of paperwork... and my necktie in the other hand whispering to my self "cantankerous... cantankerous... cantankerous."

2004-06-17T11:08:00.000-04:00

eto earlier pa.

june 5. my first shot at pics.

its saturday morning. i've been up for around 4 hours. doing nothing.

hassle. i want to do something. like go to the gym, play some ball, but i can't get myself to. something's bothering me. i just dunno what. so to make me happier. i tried to figure out through the help of hellopagong how to post pictures on my journal.

heres a couple.

This is lolo. Lolo rocks. he's the funniest mother fucker who populates new york city subways. he's always so damn happy.

This on the other hand is Haymish. He is the godfather. He is the man. took a pic of it while walking from Mozart with maix. I just had to. :)

TEST, one two three, TEST.

did the pics work?

2004-06-17T11:06:00.000-04:00

eto much earlier post.

june 10 pa yata

sleepy.

tired.

gotta wake up at 6:30am. gotta go to the office and work on the consolidating report tomorrow.

senti hits muna. sound trip.

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn´t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can´t explain.
so would I be out of line if i said,
I miss you
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty
pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I´m wasting away.
I know I´ll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care.
I miss you.

Incubus. Classic. back in the day when i used to rock the brandon boyd look like nobody's business...

Senti Hits.

2004-06-17T11:05:00.000-04:00

tangina ang dami kong mga posts na hindi nalilipat. oh ito yung iba...

at siyang bumangon mula sa kanyang mahimbing na tulog. si ginoong raphael.

*hikab*

inaantok parin ako punyeta.

kailangan na mag ensayo, kasi umaga na. sabi nga ni kuya bodjie. "paa, tuhod, balikat, ulo" 3x.

halina't mag ensayo!

pagkatapos, magsipag buklatan ng kani kanilang mga babasahin, upang tayo'y makapag simula sa mga takdang aralin sa umagang ito.

halina't makipag balagtasan.

Bakit, kalangita’y bingi ka sa akin,
ang tapat kong luhog ay hindi mo dinggin?
Diyata’t sa isang alipusta’t iling
sampung tainga mo’y ipinangunguling?

Datapuwa’t sino ang tatarok kaya
sa mahal mong lihim, Diyos na dakila?
walang mangyayari sa balat ng lupa
di may kagalingang iyong ninanasa.

Ay, di saan ngayon ako mangangapit,
saan ipupukol ang tinangis-tangis,
kung ayaw na ngayong dingigin ng langit
ang sigaw ng aking malumbay na boses.

malumbay eh no. ang galing galing. DINGGIN MO!

upang isang pa ala-ala sa ating mga kaibigang naka berde...

dahilan sa ako'y walang magawa... at siya ngang banggit ng aking guro noong ako'y nasa aking ikatlong taon sa mataas na paaralan ng Ateneo de Manila...

semental.

tangina sentimental? deins. semental lang.

2004-06-03T09:05:00.000-04:00

unethical business practices [Jun. 2nd, 2004|09:51 am]
[ mood | depressed ]
[ music | The Postal Service - Such Great Heights ]

hitting up your live journal account while at work is unethical.

It's wonderful to have great parents. Of course I've been aware of this for most of my life. most coz we all go thruogh that "your-being-so-unfair-you-don't-love-me-i'm-running-away-from-home-coz-i'm-right-and-you're-wrong-and-you're-so-irrational" phase. But seeing families so tightly knit and having so much fun really gets the emotion cauldron boiling. I'm here, in the middle of New York City, fresh into "corporate america", wanting to see Mommy and Daddy even for a minute. But They're back home.

I miss my family.

I miss my home.

And as a great man once told me, "home" in tagalog is translated much more meaningfully. Not really house, bahay, tirahan, flat, abode, unit, apt., whatever. Home isn't necessarily a tangible place. (dude did those sentences make sense?) But anyway.

Home is "tahanan", and u al know what tahan is right? Its something mom says when you're crying to make it stop. "Tahan na anak..." or something like that. maybe even "tahan ng ina mo tumigil ka na." whuuutttt??? but back to serious pel:

Home = Tahanan = where the crying stops.

I miss my home.

Lets see. Maybe in the long run, New York city could become my home. Coz as much as I've hated it, Bitched about it and complained endlessly about it... It's not that bad pala. It just took a couple of special people to turn me towards the light. These people reached out to a lost little boy, and now he's finding his niche in the world. New York isn't that bad after all. I want to live here. But I'd want New York to become my home too. Not merely where i reside. And in order to do that, I need the people I love the most. My support systems. What keeps me going. What keeps me from shooting myself with a pellet gun in the ear so it goes straight through the brain, and exits through the other ear. As it would in a noon-time cartoon. Ack. Another fit of depression. Sometimes, when things (especially things that make you happy) are taken away from you, even if you know its temporary, hassle diba? Even if there something to look forward to. And even when you know exactly when that something is gona be there. Counting down, Counting Dracula, at Counting Crows. Tangina LABO. The anticipation just kills. It really does. Drives people up the wall. Again, I seem to be suffering from withdrawals. Someone take me to a rehab center.

I miss.

Signing off,

Rick James
"I'M RICK JAMES, BITCH."

_______________________________________________________________________
"Such Great Heights" - The Postal Service

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home

2004-05-31T14:01:00.000-04:00

Poems

Here's one by Pablo Neruda

Walking Around
By Pablo Neruda

It so happens I'm tired of just being a man.
I go to a movie, drop in at the tailor's -- it so happens --
feeling wizened and numbed, like a big, wooly swan,
awash on an ocean of clinkers and causes.

A whiff from a barbershop does it: I yell bloody murder.
All I ask is a little vacation from things: from boulders and woolens,
from gardens, institutional projects, merchandise,
eyeglasses, elevators--I'd rather not look at them.

It so happens I'm fed--with my feet and my fingernails
and my hair and my shadow.
Being a man leaves me cold: that's how it is.

Still--it would be lovely
to wave a cut lily and panic a notary,
or finish a nun with a jab to the ear.
It would be nice
just to walk down the street with a green switchblade handy,
whooping it up till I die of the shivers.

I won't live like this--like a root in a shadow,
wide-open and wondering, teeth chattering sleepily,
going down to the dripping entrails of the universe
absorbing things, taking things in, eating three squares a day.

I've had all I'll take from catastrophe.
I won't have it this way, muddling through like a root or a grave,
all alone underground, in a morgue of cadavers,
cold as a stiff, dying of misery.

That's why Monday flares up like an oil-slick,
when it sees me up close, with the face of a jailbird,
or squeaks like a broken-down wheel as it goes,
stepping hot-blooded into the night.

Something shoves me toward certain damp houses,
into certain dark corners,
into hospitals, with bones flying out of the windows;
into shoe stores smelling of vinegar,
streets frightful as fissures laid open.

There, trussed to the doors of the houses I loathe
are the sulphurous birds, in a horror of tripes,
dental plates lost in a coffeepot,
mirrors
that must surely have wept with the nightmare and shame of it all;
and everywhere, poisons, umbrellas, and belly buttons.

I stroll and keep cool, in my eyes and my shoes
and my rage and oblivion.
I go on, crossing offices, retail orthopedics,
courtyards with laundry hung out on a wire:
the blouses and towels and the drawers newly washed,
slowly dribbling a slovenly tear.

2004-05-30T15:53:00.000-04:00

Profile of a New York City Subway [May. 30th, 2004|10:28 am]
[ mood | gloomy ]
[ music | Missing You - Case ]

Modesty aside, I could say that I am a very observant person. I like looking at people's movements, actions and interactions. I have my moods. I could go to Central Park and just sit by the benches and watch people pass by. I find joy in the smallest things. Like watching a little kid walking hand-in-hand with her father, or maybe seeing a pompous corporate white dude in a perm pressed armani suit trip on a crack in the sidewalk with the *ehem ehem* trying his best to keep his composure and still "look professional", or maybe a bum who asks everyone in that area of the park for cigarettes and collects it, then puts it in his beltbag, which im pretty sure, has over a jillion already.

Ngayon, ating himayin ang mga sangkap na bumubuo ng isang "New York City Subway".

A New York City Subway train is an institution anywhere you go. You talk about a subway, most often than not, you're talking about the New York City Subway tracks. Back here, its also referred to as "the train" so when asked how you got to the office, a totally acceptable response would be "i took the train" although there are a lot of trains that run here like the Long Island Railroad thing, or maybe Jersey's PATH train. etc. etc. etc. People from around here don't really say "Subway" unless they're referring to sandwiches and what not.

Usually, trains all look alike. Except for the nicer, newer, sizzlin' 2,3,4,5,6 trains WHICH aren't gangsta at all, as compared to the A,C,B,D,F,N,R,W,Q,1,9 etc. And usually you will find the same set of people populating the trains.

If You ride the trains from the tourist-y areas (times sq. area, south street seaport,or Madison Sq. garden etc.) you will see a lot more white people. I guess midtown manhattan or the upper west side/upper east side is just more populated by "this social class". Once you get on a trian from brooklyn, the bronx or queens (of course it has its nice areas, but IN GENERAL) you will see more minorities taking the trains. Blacks, browns, yellows, and of course, the occasional purples (which New York city has a lot of... ESPECIALLY in chalsea or the village)

I'm not as exposed as other people, but i guess i've had my share of train rides. and from what i gather, here are a couple of observations.

PEOPLE THAT COMPRISE A NEW YORK CITY SUBWAY CAR (and i'll be very politically incorrect, if no one minds...)

1. The (younger) Brothas
The black people. the baggy-jean, do-rag, braid-sporting, newport-smokin', thick-lipped motha fuckaz who you might very well think, would rob yo' poor defenseless ass once you get off the train...

2. The (older) Brothas
The Old black people. The "I've been through everything already son, so you better listen to me" type. Preachers. Talkin' about "The problems of the youth of today" and all that shiyet.

3. The Sistaz
The loud black girls who do nothing but talk about their men, and the problems about their men etc. but then rave about some other brotha who they want to get with...

4. The Latinos
Hardcore lookin' motha fuckaz who think they all black and shit. It is however, more acceptable than being a Wigga (wanna-be-nigga), or a Wanksta (wanna-be-gangsta) Fliggaz suck too, and the yellow people sportin' fuckin corn rowns and shit. fuck that. BUT anyway back to the latino people. They are a fun loving group. You gona hear them bustin out in random spanish phrases, and they do say 'ese' and 'homes' sometimes. The mexicans you can usually tell, coz they are more indigenous looking and shorter.

5. The Latinas
Same as the sistaz, only brown.

6. The White Tourist Family
People NOT from NYC, you can tell by the way they dress, the way they talk, and how they're all smily smily to all the other bad-ass mo'fos who are staring them down. Most distinguising characteristic: the subway map. Why filp out the Subway map inside the train when its actually plastered on the little glass thing inside... Damn stupid white folk. EXTRA FEATURE: most probable to get robbed, swindled or lost.

7. The White Dude
People too snotty and too busy for anyone's ass. Only inhabit the "nicer area" trains.

8. The fags/artsy fartsies
Self explanaroty. Most often found in Chelsea or in the Village. Previously referred to as "the purples"

9. The token asians!!! (YAY this is me!)
One of two things: Bad-ass motha-fucka nobody wants to mess with because they all think we know martial arts, or the FOBS who can't speak a single word of english. This is the coolest catogory to be in. Coz whatever happens, you are a minority, you look like you know some martial arts, and just make a "whooooooaaaaaaahhhh" high pitched bruce lee sound, and scare all potential muggers away. and you have the power. we gona mess up your chinese delivery. give you "SPECIAL" wonton soup. Also, the occasional belt-bag sportin, camera-on-neck wearin' japanese tourist could be part of this category.

10. The bums, performers, panhandlers
these are the staples of NYC Subways. They are most likely to be chased out by MTA people or cops. But they're a good source of entertainment, so i wouldn't mind. I've heard some horror stories about these guys though... from some of the lady-friends... it involves seeing some one eyed snake of some sorts... lets not get into that.

SUMMARY:

In a train, there could very well be:
3 young brotahz
1 old brotha
2 sistaz
1 mexican
2 other hispanic people
1 fag
1 white family (white tourist)
1 token asian
1 bum

So as Politically incorrect as this entry is...

I hope everyone enjoyed.

Any other suggestions, feel free to contact me.

Just on a side note: Yesterday, coming from Brooklyn, I experienced the longest train ride home. Don't ask me why. It's a long story.

2004-05-30T15:51:00.000-04:00

May 26th 2004

The First Day of his Last

[ mood | exhausted ]
[ music | Howie Day - Numbness for sound ]

Today was quite eventful for me. First day at work. Woke up at 6:45, took the 7:29 bus, got to Madison Square Garden at 8:30, an hour before orientation starts.

Early is good. no doubt about that.

Walked around. Got to know "my area" a little bit, and thought about a few stuff. Of course i was mad excited to start working but also, i was nervous. Anxious to say the least.

Welcome to Corporate America Pel. Said the sign board on 33rd an 8th. And as I went inside with my usual cup of coffee, overlyabundant with sugar i usually tell people i like putting a smidgen of coffee in my sugar, I knew today was gonna be momentous.

TODAY'S KWENTO:
So the intern orientation started promptly at 930, and i just so happened to sit at the table where the most talkative interns sat (apparently i was one of the more talkative ones too) and what was even funnier was the quiet interns all sat together. So there was a point where we were given time to "get to know one another" which, goes without saying, our table already did, but the quiet table did it in no joke, 2 minutes. The guy beside me Jason said "They aren't very social are they?" which of course lead to a few giggles here and there. Krispy Kreme Doughnuts were available and so was coffee, but ironically no one touched them until like 11:45. We went on the tour of the garden and actually got to see the New York Liberty practice. It was cool. We went to get our I.D.s printed out and our security keys activated, then went to Mcdonalds for some lunch. After that, I reported to Julia and she showede me a couple of stuff, and let me foot and cross-foot a couple of numbers, just to make sure the figures are correct, which will be given to the board for their meeting on friday, so i needed to make sure eerything was perfect. PERFECT. I met the VP for Finance of Madison Square Garden, and she was a pretty cool lady. Probably going to meet the Senior VP Tomorrow. Also I found out that I work on the same floor as Isaiah Thomas, who is currently the president of basketball operations for the New York Knickerbockers. One of these days Isaiah, you and the Pel, one on one, on the court. bring it on.

After all the work stuff, I met up with Investment Banker "G-g-g-g-g-g Unit" in his hotel room, which of course Morgan Stanley Paid for, to chill, catch up, grab a slice of pizza and talk a little about future plans.

Then I went home, and totally crashed on the bed due to lack of sleep, talked to betsy for a while, and got up to write on this damn journal.

TODAY'S THOUGHTS

Thought number one:
There are more than a couple of ways to get chicks to talk to you in NYC. Of course as Tita Celine Pointed out, OWNING A BAT (maiki's little chihuaua) and carrying it around would get you the most number of random girls. to see batty bat (frankie) check out betsy's livejournal coz i still dont know how to upload pics.

From owning a bat, or at least taking him for a spin, there are, of course, select topics for conversational use which girls would like to hear about. And recently, I've found my internship to be a very good spring board. BEAR IN MIND THOUGH, these are all thoughts, which are not carried out. I don't talk about myself. I talk TO my self a lot. but most of the time, not about myself either...

I COULD GET YOU TICKETS TO THE MADONNA CONCERT.

that's what my internship means to girls. hahaha. Its really funny. Friends of mine from school love kidding around about those tickets. "I'll be your best friend for the whole year, just get me those god damn tickets" type of thing. hehehe. users. you gotta love them.

Being an intern in Madison Sq. entitles one to a lot of things. We aren't getting paid, but the perks are wonderful. We could get concert tickets even when the concert is already sold out. And since Madonna, Prince, the Gypsy Kings, Incubus Primus, and Eric Clapton are performing... It ain't that bad. We get to watch games for free (only if we ask nicely, or if we work during "GAME NIGHT") and even though no one really watches WNBA, at least... at the very least, the And1 mixtape tour is coming into town and playing there. That's what's up.

Thought number two:
Gotta watchout for sketchballs. met a couple of the interns at work. recognized the sketchballs, and isolated the mother fuckers. Gotta watch out for them.

Thought number three:
Don't be too trusting. Met a couple of friendly people, not sure if I could trust them though.

Thought number four:
Friendly people who I could not trust = Sketchballs.

Serisouly though. Today was a good day because i broke out of my shell. Today I enter the "real world". Today Corporate America welcomed me with open arms. TODAY, I BECOME A CAPITALIST MOTHER FUCKER! and all is well.

tangina ang senseless ng entry na to. hope for better ones please. no more brain.

2004-05-21T20:27:00.000-04:00

I Dont Want to Wake Up in New York

current music playing : Wake Up in New York - Craig Armstrong

did some thinking over at the seaport.

It's just so perfect how the warm sea breeze grazes your face, as you stare at the bridge, and gaze where the water meets the horizon. conducive environment for some existentialist thinking i guess. just chillin', biting away on chocolate eclairs, then following up with a triple scoop of the best Haagen Dazs dulce de leche caramel ice cream, eating depression away.

I have changed.

I take back my statement in my previous post. I did learn a lot this semester. More about myself, and where i want my life to go. didn't learn much of the academic bullshit. but maybe on how there are so many things i want to do, and accepting that i can't do it due to certain constraints. on how my mind has been opened to so many things, and i gotta keep it that way. on how the possibilities really are infinite, but of course realize that not all are possible. on how munching away on ice cream really could take tension away. on how the sound of the water heals me. and how the smell of the seaport makes me want to hurl and blow chunks.

Im in a rut. and as the other turtle in fordham would always say "I'm screaming but no sound seems to come out..." Gotta pick up soon. Madison Square Garden's Corporate Finance Dept. awaits my plebeian services.

Internship starts next week. This might spell the rest of my life. Gotta make this shit good.

Freedom is a good thing. It's almost at hand. But till now, accept your situation and suck it up bitch. Hang on. The next 3 years could very well determine your life.

But seriously, your problems aren't the biggest of problems, so chill back son.

Looking at the old woman sleeping on the subway carrying her life with her in a couple of plastic bags and a beat-up pushcart, not having any family to care for her, or even know if and when she crosses over re-opened my then shut eyelids. Shut from the crying, the exasperation, the fear, the frustration, of my own demons.

Stop looking only at your toes selfish ass mother fucker, they're all there. Keep your head up and see what the world really is, and how cruel it could be to people who haven't done anything too bad to life. Stuff just happen. It just so happens.

A lot of people "just so happened" to be in whatever situation they're in. The shit always stinks more if it aint yo' shit. All you gotta do is smell it. Stop smellin' your own shit. Conceited bastard. look around. Wake the fuck up.

Wake up.

2004-05-16T03:03:00.000-04:00

and to those with live journal. i had to get one. peer pressure kasi. i just had to give in.

or those who just wana check it out. coz sometimes i write there and not here, or here and not there. but iono whatever.

www.livejounral.com/~pepel_santos

2004-05-16T02:57:00.000-04:00

betsy's stupid test

i took it too. and apparently, im mitochondria.

Calm down, mitochondria. You're the powerhouse of
the cell, where respiration happens. Hooray for
ATP!

What cell organelle are you most like?
brought to you by Quizilla

bets, you have too much time on your hands... and apprently. so do i?

2004-05-13T23:17:00.000-04:00

I haven't slept since 10am two days ago... JJ called me just in the knick of time. TANGINA. 11.6 secs. lakers lead 72-71. spurs possession. so as i was commentating to jj, putanginang yan, CHAMBA tim duncan, fagwhore-non-mvp-winning ass makes a balibag tae shot and it goes in. PUTANGINA. hassle PUTANGINA. so siempre... with .4 secs left on the clock. who would have faith in anything?

Uncle Phil had faith. timeout.

timeout after timeout after timeout... so i thought wala na. kasi tanginang yan, kahit sa NBA live, wala na nakakashoot ng .4 secs. puta mali pala ako.

play was obviously designed for kobe or shaq, with gary payton inbounding. spurs played good all out defense, pero out of nowhere, the smallest guy on the court, derek fisher, putanginang **GAYOT yan, balibag tae din of course PUTA SWAKTO! ang galing glaing! wow miracles do happen. there is a god.

to end this very short entry, a quote from shquille o'neal.

"One lucky shot deserves another"

translated in tagalog "Tangina mo duncan supot ka, hindi ka MVP kaya putangina mo"

** Gayot - masculadong unano.

2004-05-11T01:23:00.000-04:00

boo, what do you think of my weirdness? hope you don't laugh at me. :*(

2004-05-09T01:48:00.000-04:00

musiq fills my life momentarily.

one of my best friends in New York is called "Sony Atrac3 Plus". He's silver, with a blue stipe over his head. He has two blue earplugs which hook snugly on my Dopey-like, Dumbo, flapping ears. He comforts me in times of need. He helps me sleep. He makes me angrier when im feeling extra violent. He makes me happy when im not. He makes me think of the beach and how much i miss manila. He feeds my tear ducts with ammo enough to cause me to start bawling all over the streets of new york, or even the subways. (ok lang marami naman sira-ulo sa subway na bigla nalang umiiyak eh) He keeps me company when im alone. and when im with "Sony Atrac3 Plus", Im never alone.

I guess more importantly, is what CD i put into "Sony Atrac3 Plus" that spells my mood for whatever called upon moment.

I think i appreciate Cds more than the I-pod or MP3 players... When making a CD, symmetry within the tracks is tken note of. The sequence of the tracks matter. The genres of the songs. The messages. Everything. In making the perfect compilation, different factors have to be considered. People often disregard the importance of making CDs. With I-pod, you have all your songs, all you have to do is choose which ones to play blah blah blah. Cds on the other hand, are limited to around 19-22 tracks (even less sometimes) and these tracks should all be harmonious to produce the killer CD with the desired psychological effect, to bring out whatever emotion you'd want to be brought out. So every little detail counts. Color of CD, CD Case, Format of the Table of contents etc. Lyrics, check. Genre, check. No two artists coming right after one another (if there's a re-peat of artist), check. Sequence? good i guess. Any mood swings? Happy tapos sad tapos happy tapos sad? pwede na i guess. At least one song to disrupt the whole mix? depends on your mood.

[*short anecdote* In my Bob marley's best (pepel's mix) cd, the last song totally throws everyone off i guess... Chiquitita - ABBA. Its one of my favorite abba songs. and don't mess with abba, they're cool. Whatever. ]

ok good to go. The art of making the perfect compilation is best described in high fidelity i guess. i liked that movie. Solid pa ng "Stevie Wonder - I believe" song. pucha classic. senti hits, ika nga ni manong ermitanyo pesigan na tinalo ko sa fifa kanina with a controversial penalty kick... tangina at ikaw din stark, streetball or chinese food? Get your priorities straight.

Ultimately, i still prefer CDs versus I=pods or whatever mass storage device your media has... kasi nga. There's more meaning put into making a CD, and effort. than just conveniently downloading all your songs into your MP3 player that makes the CD putanginang champion...

So the latest CD i made? A nice, happy beach house mix for my greek friend Ira who apperently is one of the few girls in school who (Thank God) doesnt JUST like jip jops musiq. I mean I'm pretty much an eclectic listener... medyo na overdose lang ako siguro sa jip jops pag dating kong new york. plus no new hip hop artist has come up with anything that could be termed as "a cult classic"... except maybe the legacy of lil' john, as immortalized by Dave Chappelle. Putanginang Egoy talaga yan. solid nakakatawa. "YEAYAH" "HOKEAY" "WHUT?"

so now that i have this live journal thingamaboober also, how the fuck do i put the current mood, current song shiznit? help please? I know im currently drafting a contract as of the said moment... pero anyone want to help me with this live journal shiznit is welcome to give me tips.

current mood - in love... with managerial accounting's variance analysis, flexible budgets and overhead analyses, segment reporting and decentralization, and make or buy decision making.

CD on my player: Downtown llama grooves (on repeat from track 7-15)

Average battery consumption per week: 2.46 batteries.

CDs rock. They still are the best. Don't buy Ipods or MP3 players. They are expensive and cutesy-futesy... like apple green mini-ipods. who would want an apple green mini-ipod anyway? HAHAHAHAHA. stop rambling, get back to studying... or if you're bored pel... jsut make a CD.

ps. stop talking to yourself.

2004-05-07T19:33:00.000-04:00

"Turn out the light
Just say goodnight’ to yourself
May I remind you
When you find you’ you’re all alone is when you’ve got to be strong "

Today is Antonia's birthday. Happy birthday Antonia! Antonia is my cousin. I live with her. She's cool as all hell.

Anyway. Randomness seeps in and the pel would like to present a topic for discussion.

If given a chance, would you rather go to the Galapagos Islands, or to Paris? The great barrier reef, or Sydney? Machu Picchu or Madrid? Easter Island, or Ibiza? Stonehenge or London?

"My self esteem’ it’s been low’ go ahead and count it’s been lower than low
I know the feeling of it stealing life out from under me "

Puta, im so sick of trying to study for finals and do my paper on Movie Piracy due last Wednesday (suggestion on ethical issues regarding movie piracy, very welcom. help me out please)... I can't even blog right.

And please, someone help me figue out whats wrong with my haloscan comment thingamaboober.

song currently playing: Sensefield - save yourself

2004-05-05T09:07:00.000-04:00

Title: Stranger on the Bus

Topic: Bus ride going to New York

Bus #: 158, New Jersey Transit

So there was this kid right? He was wearing a courdorouy jacket, khakis and black loafers. Plugged into his cd player listening to this CD someone probably gave him.

"find me here
speak to me
i want to feel you
i need to hear you "

He's probably tired from studying all night. finals is fast approaching. Or maybe he just stayed up too damn late and woke up too damn early for his own good.

"you are the life to my soul
you are my purpose
you are everything
and how can i
stand here with you
and not be moved by you "

He was asleep the whole ride from New Jersey to New York. Did not even bother to open his eyes to view the morning skyline, the harbor or the tunnel.

"'cause you're all i want
you are all i need
you are everything
everything"

Then as he got to the port authority, a stranger on the bus woke him up. Good thing too, coz if not, he wouldve traveled back to New Jersey without him even knowing it.

Song playing: Everything - Lifehouse.

Tell me something. If you saw the whole thing happen, would you have woken me up?

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2004-05-03T17:42:00.000-04:00

downtown llama:
you rock. thank you so much.

after finals, ill be updating this blog with more interesting stuff by the way.

but just a little poll to get things rolling...

anyone remember the times that oldschool knock knock jokes were the cool thing? like take for example...

*knock knock*

"who's there?"

*akumaba*

"akumaba who?"

*tugudug tss*

kindly submit your knock knock jokes. thank you. i would really aprreciate it for i am going through a redefinition of myself and remembering the good old days when nothing seemed to matter, except getting home in time to play basketball, or maybe watch some good old afternoon cartoon like voltron, maybe transformers, or just going home to your mom and playing with the rabbits and the dogs and feeding the fishes in the fish ponsd.

i miss my house in antipolo. And my rabbits. i used to have 62 of them. no joke.

OH! and just to add. random thought. were you ever taken advantage of older kids when you were young? well my cousins kinda did... short anecdote to those who dont know my patheticity.

*begin*

Isang gusgusing batang may gatas pa sa labi... lininlang ng mga mas nakatatanda. pinaharap sa salamin at siya ngang pinasalita.

"ABAYGA... GOPA.... LAA...KHO."

Sabay sabay binigkas ng mga nakatantanda.

Ang bata, na walang ka-muang muang sa buhay, humarap sa salamin at ipinasatalumpati ang mantra.

"abay gago pala ako"

at siyang pinagtawanan. At bumuhos ang luha galing sa kanyang mga mata.

abay gago nga siya.
*end*

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2004-04-28T10:04:00.000-04:00

feck

something new i learned today...

feck

kinda sounds like a chicken on the run. like chicane-on-the-run. like love on the run.

whereas

feck

is equated to love.

where

feck

is tautologically perceived to be love.

chicane. love on the run

im learning title making today with a little underline. thank you african woman

2004-04-25T19:35:00.001-04:00

BLOG 101

This is a test blog.

superpel.blogspot.com is now up and running.

hit me up people.

2004-04-25T19:35:00.000-04:00

BLOG 101

This is a test blog.

superpel.blogspot.com is now up and running.

hit me up people.