Captured

I like how photos remind me of stories.

I found a bunch of group pictures in one of my folders here in our PC. As I chose what to upload over Multiply, every picture reminds me of the moment I took those. Just like these:

The Scene --first thing in the morning.. Dahil hindi nakagawa ng reflection for the day that was, sa jeep na lang gumagawa (even the jeep is moving) para pag-time nang ipasa sa site, tapos na tapos na ang assignment. :)

 Haha! Hangwriting pa lang ni Kevin, para nang tinuka ng manok... Pano pa kaya kung magsulat na umaandar ang jeep? :) Waaaah! Miss you Kev :)

Gala kami eh... Kaya matapos "gawin" ang mga requirements, laro muna...

Eto! Haay. Hanggang ngayon, napapa-LOL pa rin ako... Ang bag ni Johnny Boy na nahulog sa imburnal. Bow. LOL!!!

Top 6: Jeepney Blues

 I've been wanting to do this post for so long, and here it is! Btw, the photo I've used is taken here.

98% of the time, I ride the PUVs -Public Utility Vehicles. Rarely do I ride a cab because I take the jeepneys.

We all have our rants to share about our jeepney ride experiences but I'll list down the Top 6 things I hate.

#6 May sumakay na lasing...

Mabaho na nga, maoy pa, chances are...... masukahan ka pa. Mainit-init na mabigat. Mapapamura ka talaga.

Parang 4 years ago, I'm with my Mom and my sister. Naparami ang laklak nung tipsy-ng kolehiyalang Dude, lumabas na lang sa bibig niya lahat ng stomach contents niya. Talak ever na lang ang nagawa ko. Sa hiya niya, behave na lang siya. Ayp! Hanggang ngayon hindi ko makalimutan san siya nakatira at kung anong skul ang nakasulat sa suot niyang blue shirt.

#5 Stop nang stop.

Lahat na lang ginawa nang jeepney stop. Ang nakakaasar pag wala namang nagpara o may nais sumakay, basta hihinto lang ang driver para makapagsakay ng pasahero. Ang nakakainit ng ulo, pag nagmamadali ka dahil late ka na tapos eto pa ang nasakyan mo. Bad trip! Mag-isip ka na kung gusto mo pang sumakay o magtaxi na lang o magpalit ng jeep o di kaya mag-isip ka na ng excuse kung bakit ka late.

#4 Ang Konduktor.

Nakaupo ka sa may pwet ng jeep tas panay taktak ng konduktor sa bubong o di kaya sa side ng jeep.

Pag atat sa bayad ang konduktor. At pag dinedma mo, sasabihin niya maya-maya "Asa ka munaog". Or, konti na lang kayo sa jeep at ang tagal mo ng nakaupo at hindi ka pa nagbabayad, magpaparinig na "Kanang mga wala pa daw nakabayad diha". Sus! Para namang wala kang perang pambayad.

Eto, pwedeng fault ng driver or ng konduktor. 

Pasakay ng pasakay ng pasahero, para namang may mauupuan pa eh halos 1/2 na lang ng pwet mo ang nakaupo dahil ang sikip-sikip na. Naalala ko, gabi na nun. Galing ako sa debut, ang hirap sumakay so nung may jeep na papunta sa amin, avail na. 1/2 na lang ng pwet ko ang nakaupo, para na ngang sit on the air yun.  Basta para makauwi na.

Nagstop ang driver dahil may tinawag na pasahero ang konduktor. Nung pasakay na yung girlaloo and company, sigaw nung konduktor "sibogi daw, sibogi daw.... naa pa na... pasingita ni ninyo". Alma ang girl kay klaro na kaayo na wala na gyud malingkuran. Mag-move on na ang driver kay wala na gyud. Inulit pa ng konduktor "sibogi daw ninyo!!! naa pa na dira (sabay turo), sibog daw (sabay tulak sa girlaloo papasok)".

Antok na ako pero nitaas gyud akong BP sa akong nadunggan. "Ikaw daw lingkod diri tanawun nato naa pay kabutangan na imung lubot. Sige kag pasibog dira, wala naman gyud ikasibog. Lingkod daw dira testing beh tanawun nato naa pa kay malingkuran. Kita kang guot na kaayo mi diri, manawag pa gyud kag pasahero."

Nahilom ang konduktor.

#3 Kung makaupo...

...aakalain mong may orchitis si Dude sa tindi nang pagkabukaka.

...parang candidate sa Miss Universe si Lola sa upong diagonal. Ayp!

...nakataas pa ang paa. Ay, jeep mo?

...may kasama pang bagahe sa silya habang siksikan at hirap na ang lahat. Nagtaxi ka na lang sana. (sabay mura)

...ginawa kang sandalan ni Ate. (background song: Sandalan by 6cycle mind) "sige lang, sandal ka lang at wag mong pipigilan/ itutulak kita pag-break ni Manong/ maghanda ka sa pag-break ni Manong/ sige laaaaang"

#2 Ang Lumilipad na Buhok. Bow.

Nakakaasar 'to. Meron akong technique para dito eh.. Hahaha! Last resort ko na ang mag-reprimand.

Meron akong Prof nun, may dala talaga siyang mga elastic band sa bag niya (yung pag-inulit-ulit mo ang gamit, nasisira na... comes in assorted color sa isang pack...) para pag may ganitong pangyayari, mag-aabot siya ng isang tali at sasabihin niyang itali ang lumilipad na buhok. Pasimpleng insulto.

#1 "Palihog ko sa bayad..."

"Paapil pud". Grrrrr!!! Sa asar ko minsan, sabi ng malditang ako "Kinsa pa may magpaabot sa ilang bayad?". Wait.... Tas nung wala na, inabot ang bayad kay Manong Driver sabay palayo kay Manong para hindi na makapag-abot ng bayad.

Nakaka rin yung bababa ka na nga, aabutan ka pa ng bayad. Leche! Dedmahin ko nga sabay alisin ang kamay na nakaharang. Bastusan?

Isa pa! Panira ng araw rin yung mapapansin mong may annoying na nangangalabit sayo para lang pansinin mo siya. Sa susunod, try ko ngang i-localize ang sensory perception at i-shoo ng kamay ang foreign body. Tee-hee. Pero of course, hindi nakatingin sa nagpapaabot. Lagot ako nun. Hahaha!

Minsan para maiwasan ang mga ganyan lalo na't malapit ako kay Manong Driver, mabuti pang matulog. Hindi pa naman ako naka-try na ginising ako para lang mag-abot ng bayad. Mainam.

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My Jeepney Blooper:

Nasa may pwetan ako ng jeep nun, ang ingay ng konduktor. Magrereply ako sa text pero hindi ako makapag-concentrate sa ingay. Nagma-mouth na ako ng words na itetext ko para makapag-concentrate ako. Ang ingay pa rin ng konduktor. Nagulat ako dahil napasabi pala ako ng "SSSSHHHH!!!" at natahimik ang konduktor. Pasimpleng tinakpan ko na lang yung bibig ko dahil napapa-smile na ako at nag-concentrate na lang ulit kunwari sa pagtetext. LOL! :D

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Puppy Love

He coined us that early last year. What we had then was according to him --puppy love. For whatever the definition of puppy love (I'm too lazy to look it up in Google), maybe it was that.

We were classmates in 5th grade. And as I recall now, we were classmates only in 5th grade. And I had 3 crushes then. One of them is him. He's my "ultimate crush" then.

He's a bully. I'm a fighter. We don't mix. Ever. There were a whole lot of moments were he gets in my nerves and he likes seeing me pissed off. He never failed to catch my attention by being so annoying and him doing the hand signs I never understood then --but now I've figured out he was actually trying to tell me "I love you" by those hand signs of his-- (with his facial expressions: angry kunwari or --at times when I'm racking my brains out then trying to understand-- exasperated) and then he'll walk away leaving me hanging and wondering and totally blind.

Though he treats me that way, I knew then that there's something undefinable by the way he becomes helpful out-of-the-blue, he stares at me, and be all of a sudden gentle when his friends are not around. I kind of "get it" because I used to act like that as well when I had crushes. There's this special treatment. And I get really mean to my crush, most of the time. Haha! 

I sometimes watch him do basketball from afar. I don't want him to see me watching him play because he'll go "ginatan-aw ko nimu noh? ka-sweet pud nimu ui" then I'll get irritated and walk away.

Oh, I remember how our classmates tied our hands together by an abaca rope and it scarred my wrist a little when I was the only one untying the ropes so I could be freed ASAP. And there he was, just standing there  looking at me, as if he doesn't mind our hands being tied up til forever. Then I snapped him out of his blank moment and commanded him to help me untie the ropes.

When we reached Grade 6, we were in different sections. He quitted those childish things he used to do.  There was this gap that when we happen to pass by each other, we're silent and we're like complete strangers. Sometimes, I just don't go straight ahead when I see him in my way.

We never had any communication. I knew where he's studying high school because our then-classmate/common friend/my neighbor teases me slash updates me even after elementary days.

Early last year, we texted each other after almost 9 years (?) of no communication. I told him how piqued I was by his presence then and he apologized for it. We just laugh off our childish ways in the end. And there he described it as "puppy love". I was like, O-K. Hahaha! (It never crossed my mind that we were that. Lol) He asked me out  on a casual basis (just a kumusta thing) but I was too busy then and I don't know what will we ever talk about considering we never had any real conversation than him telling me his presko lines or me shouting at him to stop irritating me.

Last week we accidentally bumped into each other (figuratively... literally, almost). He was with his girlfriend --whom I think was the one he was referring to that he loves big time. I immediately but calmly walked away because it was an awkward moment.

We don't text after that short texting we had last year. What was important for me is that I've let him know how I felt then when he makes me angry and that he apologized his behavior then. Puppy love? For whatever the definition of puppy love (I'm still too lazy to look it up in Google), well maybe it was that.

And it's not that big of a deal. :)

I'm a Mom?!

I am only 21 and it's not that I'm expecting a baby to come out in me in a matter of months nor have I given birth already.. Haha! Those were scary. *I actually don't like the idea of my tummy getting big... and having all those stretch marks... and that I can't reach my toes... and have all the varicosities in the world... and my whole body and face being plump..*

I just realized I've got a few friends who call me "Mama/Ma", "Mommy", and "Mameh". And that I also get those Mother's Day greetings. Waaaah! :)