SUMMER OUT THERE ;p

Samson and Delilah dilemma. Its almost the end of summer school, which is a really good thing and a much awaited event in my life right now. Stressors of summer school are giving me split-ends. Gusto ko na nga magpagupit yun nga lang earlier I have decided to let it grow atleast until the year is through na, para maiba naman yun lang nga its tough noh hindi naman kasi ako sanay. Feeling ko minsan ang bigat ng ulo ko, the flyaways are annoying and a really good hair day is rare, considering we always have to manage our hair in buns naman and I don’t really get to appreciate the difference. Given the circumstances, its amazing how I have not mastered yet how to properly bun it, what i just do is simply twist it in a pony tail ala sarimanok so I really cant blame the assistant dean when she told me“ miss zuno, tuwing nakikita kita para kang maglalaba” peace. Nagbago na ako, now I just look like mukhang magsasampay. Kidding. I’ll keep it neat this coming school year. hehehe

The future of Cherryl Zuno na may deficiency sa calcium. X pa rin ang gatas sa mundo ko. X pa rin ang cheese at kung anu-ano pang dairy products. Stubborneneng. Hayss…

At lastly kasabay ng summer school is ang walang humpay na panata ng imaginary diet plan. Number 1; imagine you have a diet regimen. Number 2; imagine you are religiously following your diet regimen. Number 3, use your imagination. And kumain ng ice cream at mag midnight snack ng kanin at porkchop. Tiyak at sigurado yan, everything will be successful in our imagination. Count me in. At anu kamo naman ang gagawin sa 10 damit na binili pero hindi naman kasya? Pillow cases! Gawin mong pillow cases or gawin mong panyo. Hindi yan halata tupiin mo lang maigi

Yan po ang pinakabagong ulat bukod sa swine flu at nalalapit na eleksyon. Until next time sa mga walangkwenta at di makabagbag- damdamin at kadudadudang may kabuluhang kwento ng yours truly. Muah muah muah. Chapped pa lips ko niyan

Growing old with me ;p

Dati. Syet. Talagang once upon a time eh noh. Naabutan ko pa yung time na uso pa yung letters, chain letters (kinakalyo ako dito ah),love letters, secret admirer letters, nakakatuwa, and nakakatawa kasi parang looking back ang bagets ng dating hahaha. Bagets kung bagets. Malakas pa ang kita ng stationery papers noon. May mga TCCIC JAPAN ITALY GERMANY at kung anu ano pang bansa ang ginagawan ng acronyms. Siguro baduy pero comparing, feeling ko lang mas cute yung ganun.

Pag may gusto ka forwardan ng message talagang kailangan bibili ka pa ng statio, o manghihingi pwede rin, tas taking your time to write your sweet kabaduyan and minsan mag i-scratch paper pa muna. Drafting hahaha . Ginagandahan pa yung sulat....effort

Poems, bentang benta. Love songs todo emote. ;)
Nung na revive yung mga “I’ll always love you” “ You’re the Inspiration” “ Two less lonely people in the world” sige isama na natin and “I drive myself crazy” “For all of my life” “This I promise you” pati na mga debut hit songs ni Britney at ng backstreetboys. Bangenge men. Pa F.L.A.M.E.S. flames lang, uso pa ang easychums at pocketbells, tamagochi, pati magic diary para itype ang birthdays and malaman kung soulmates kayo ng crush mo ;p Parker pens pa ang uso, tech-pens, g-tech mga ganun. Sa ngayon siguro makakatangap ka na lang ng letters kung may letter of disconnection ka na sa kung anu mang bill na hindi mo pa bayad or siguro may subpoena ka. Extremes eh noh.

Andun siguro ata kami sa timeline na transition phase, kasi at the start of cellphones andun din ako (parang dinosaur lang eh noh), hindi nga lang ako kagad nag ka cel, except finally binilan ako ng lola ko ng my first very own celphone…..yun lang nga ALCATEL na hugis safeguard na kulang na lang Ipanligo ko ;p high tech kasi yun eh cel na sabon pa. Di naglaon, Nokia na rin me, walang humpay na paglalaro ng snake. Tuwang tuwa sa mga casing na transparent, sa mga colorfuL keypads, sa pagdating ng colorful backlights, sa pagpacute ng acetate backgrounds. Hahaha.

Mapunta naman tayo sa fashion. Unang porma ng pagdadalaga= hip hoppers. Mga pants kulang na lang mahubad na, mga tshirts kala mo hiniram sa laki. Mga backpacks, sneakers. Tas nauso na yung straight cut, then nagging flairs, uy dalaga na kami Balita ko nga out na ang skinny jeans and babalik na daw ang padded shoulder blouses? how true? hindi ako pabor sa padded shoulders Trivia: sino itong friend ko na nag pa-padded shoulder blouse noong una kaming magkakilala? sorry friend naalala lang kita bigla. di naman nila mahuhulaan eh.

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I was a kid at the time of Shaider and Bioman,

a teenybopper at the time of backstreetboys, Britney and Erap,
And a woman at the time of Obama.
Naks. May ganun eh noh..........

“where old is only when you forget the things you were, getting there”

MAHIWAGANG BENTE PESOS

The culture of being jeepney passengers include that when you are sitting farther from the jeepney driver seat, you will have to make your payment (unless you are lastikman) by asking the person sitting ahead of you to pass it forward, which as if programmed already to our DNA, comes about automatically most of the time. Now I’ve had my awkward moments on the jeepney-ride-experience. From falling asleep with my mouth wide open to irrelevantly loudly announcing the change of another passenger as I handed it to them “CHANGE NIYO PO, 5 PESOS PO” because I was at that time zombish-exhausted, coming off from work during my very short cashier stint (where it is preferred that you announce the amount of cash you receive and hand out to customers) in a fast food chain store way back when I was younger.

The other day, the experience just got another addition. I was with a friend, who sat across where I was and we were chatting. This lady behind me said “bayad po” so my commuter-instinct came on and I turned to reach for her money so that I can pass it to the driver when to our surprise she quickly held it back close to her chest with both hands clasped on the 20 peso bill as if it was a 2 million cash cheque. I swear I saw a little panic in her eyes.

I reacted quite amused, We sort of laughed (Lyle and I)and I just had to ask her “ Ayaw mo?” while still extending my hand for her 20 peso bill. “Lyle ayaaaw???” I rethorically asked my friend. The seemingly paranoid lady eventually let go of the pseudo-2 million paper money which I immediately pocketed hahaha, deh joke, I passed it to the driver shempre. I don’t know if she thought hoodlum ako but I thought she looked more like the part. Haha Im just being mean. Sorry. It just didn’t feel nice to be mistaken as a 20-peso-bill-snatching-student-nurse (am I that obvious, hehe joke!), but then again it was definitely funny at that moment.

I remember that time when I slept over at a friend’s house (kareen’s) and I woke up almost late for school (CSB days), I was really hurrying and just hopped on to a jeep when this other girl my age kept staring at me, suspiciously staring, and definitely disturbingly staring. Finally I coldly asked her “ Ano?” to which she informed me that I had my shirt inside-out. Ngak.

Or how about that time, when this long haired lice-full of head sat in front of me and I kept trying to stay cautious of her hair strands from touching my face. And praying her lice maintain very strong grips until I get off the ride.

Jeepney rides. And you thought you could just get into one and get off at your destination that simple each time. You think the only thing you get to leave when you get off with is the smell of jeepney fumes overpowering the scent of your shampoo and cologne, you think you can inhale too much CFC’s, take too much traffic, the rubbing of the legs (hay), the cramming inside, the loud disco music, the knee-bend walk inside, the blank staring, etc.

Short stories happen here, the little tv-commercials of our lives, and Im glad they came along.

PS: For real transportation goons of 20-peso bills and above,please magbagong buhay na kayo, you traumatize, terrorize and you are wasting your character away.  Para naman sa mga commuters, you could be me, mukhang goon pero hindeh, joke! assess with taste naman jan kasi. Hahaha.