New Year gunam-gunams naman

Nakakahiya mang sabihin: PARANOID ako tuwing New Year. Feeling ko lagi babagsakan ako ng ligaw na kwitis. Masyado na siguro akong nanonood ng mga features sa TV. Yumbang mga naputulan ng ganitong daliri, nasabugan ang mata, nasunog ang mukha, atbp.

Sadyang nagdadala ng kilabot sa aking kaisipan.

Sampung mga daliri
Putol ang isa

Iyan ang anthem nila. Ang New Year this year, sa tingin ko, malungkot din dahil nga sa family gap between our family atsaka family ng tita ko. Haaay.

Suggestion pang-kris kringle

Kung ayaw mo ng Pop Lola na album ni Armida Sigeon-Reyna, iyong album ng Viva Hot Babes featuring Bulaklak.

At kung hindi ka pa rin satisfied, iyong Dunkin Donuts Christmas VCD.

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DECEMBER 11, 2003                                                               Moment's Soundtrack: Kung OK Lang Sa Iyo - True Faith Emotional Status: Full of angst

Mom, Dad, This Is How I Learned About Sex

[Look at this article. I never got it published anywhere because I realized and thought it sucked, regarding content. Note: names are fictional and futuristic statements are likewise untrue.]

SEPTEMBER 21, 2017

Dear Mom and Dad,

I wrote this letter when I was 15. This letter is just effective this year because I was too shy to confess to you the following things when I was young. Had you known these things, Dad could have grounded me for three months and Mom could have lowered my allowance to P10 a day. Or worse, you could have banned me from the family or you could have imprisoned me in your mice-dwelt closet. Now that I'm old, a certified and married adult, I guess it will be okay for you if I tell these things now.

Mom, Dad, please do not be shocked by what I will say to you. It's not my fault anyway. I did not will it; it just came to be. I guess it was all the plan of Mother Nature. Hold your blood pressure and suspend your tears. If you haven't taken your vitamins, I suggest that you intake some first before proceeding. The topic herewith could destroy your health and could turn Dad's head bald.

Mom, Dad, I confess in the name of truth-I knew about sex when I was in third grade.

But wait! Give yourself some breath. That doesn't mean that I had sex when I was in third grade. In fact, only with my wife did I have my very first lovemaking. What I mean is that I became knowledgeable (and a little interested, if not curious) about sex when I was a grade-three student.

It all started when I was playing in the garden. I peaked at Aunt Irma's room and to my discovery, I saw Uncle Tonton there sitting on the bed while a man and a woman were kissing steamily... on TV. I was just curious, that's why I watched with Uncle Tonton, that is, from the window. Well, of course, he didn't know that he was not alone.

From then on, I acquired more knowledge from my classmates in fourth grade, especially from Reynard and Kevin. If you don't know them, they're the most sex-oriented classmates I had in elementary. They introduced terms to, not only me, but also with my other co-students, minor sex data, such as BJ, intercourse, vibrator, ejaculation, etc. I was also enlightened by them, since I knew from them that the male reproductive system enters the female reproductive system when having sex. What I knew then was that the penis doesn't enter the vagina. Only the sperms do, after being discharged from the male urinary gadget. Still, those terms and information were incomplete. More was added when I ventured in high school.

Do you feel degraded now, Mom, Dad? Please don't put shame upon thinking that I am your son and don't regret that you brought me up well. Don't worry. I was responsible enough to expel the thoughts of having early sex. I was 'With Distinction' from fifth to sixth grade, remember? Which means that my studies were my primary concern. Green things were just, let us say, a little percent of my social and private life then.

Now, inhale. Then, exhale. Ready to proceed? Okay. Comes first year high school.

It's not my fault, my dear parents, to have a Philippine History teacher who is so open to sexual things. He, being an influential and trivia-generous person, lit my mind of more things about sex. For example, I knew from him that anal sex is possible. I still remember his term: 'alkansya.'

Then there comes my Computer teacher. Although she explains things in a this-is-just-formal-sex-education-my-dear-students way, I knew more things about the adult world. If not for her, I probably would have never known in an early sense that some girls swallow "it." Also, the term 'oral sex' was made known to me, although I already knew the concept.

And then, this one I couldn't forget. Remember Warren? My classmates (a mixture of girls and boys) once went to his residence to rehearse for an Ibong Adarna play. When Warren discovered that his parents were gone, we clustered in his room and watched Jungle Heat. Although I was the one nearest to the TV, it was only because I was nearsighted. But apart from that, I had no other hornier intentions.

I still recall. All eyes were on the video where the lovemaking was happening in the poolside. Some were smiling, some were going "yuck" (if I know, they were just denying), some were amazed, and some were focused. As for me, now you should be proud. I was just watching, because they were all watching. No other intentions, my ever-shining parents. And although I appeared as a student with good marks, even our to-be-Valedictorian was present back then. And although we were a mixture of males and females, nothing happened, I promise. No lady became suddenly "devirginized" and the movie has not inspired me to take premarital sex. At least I knew what was must. My sole belief was that one should make sex with the right person in the right time and place. Get it?

So many things were unfolded to me when I was a freshman. As the years went by, I discovered more things-from the 69-style to the dick and pussy, from the term threesome or foursome to the possibility of female masturbation, and from hand job to orgasm. Warren's residence became yet another cinema when our group was doing the backgrounds for our sophomore play, Florante at Laura. Britney Spears was the star of the porn video. Well, at least, that was our assumption. But it was all unfolded to me without my aggressiveness. It was all on my environment. Some blame go with you two, for one time I was forced to watch Sutla out of curiosity because I saw it on Dad's drawer.

Then, before venturing into College, I've watched Viva Hot Babe on pirated VCD, not because I bought one, but because my female classmate purchased one to watch on our outing. I have no idea why she wanted to watch that. I still remember how we criticized Maui Taylor's artificial mammary because they looked like flesh bowling balls and how we used to describe Katya Santos' breasts as "lawlaw" and suspected her status as a single mother. Concomitantly, that classmate of mine also had Sex Drive on pirated VCD that she lent to me (which I kept on my College application form envelope). But that I didn't watch because the torrid scenes were deleted. Watching it would have been a waste of time.

Also, a forum in a certain website entitled "Sex and Intimacy" added more trivia to my mind. Also, some articles in that website discussed adult things openly.

I think you should be proud of me because I didn't manifest what I have known from those years in the world of horniness. I haven't harassed a girl and I did not have motivations of doing so. I was still prioritizing my studies and my ambitions, right?

If you just wanted, I could have agreed on informal pornographic jokes and mature conversations with you guys, because I already knew and I was responsible enough to handle such forbidden wisdom. I was not planning on premarital sex or anything illegal, and you know that I was one serious, straight-living student, so why be bothered or be unease when such "delicate" things were around? Mom, Dad, I was, am, and will be a proper person.

Heck, there were nights when I couldn't sleep and I was browsing over the channels. When I see late night sex shows like those in Wowow (I discovered the shows there when I was in fourth grade), I do not stop my browsing because I am not aroused nor am I feeling an uprising of libido. I still prefer serious movies, geographical programs, cartoons, soap operas, and MTV. I was already numb from them, as if they were as normal as Cartoon Network programs. See?

Although I should admit, I have read many adult magazines-(some portions of) Cosmopolitan, FHM, etc. But I read them not because I wanted to, but because they were simply there. My and my barkada's favorite coffee shop had those magazines for customers, which is why we had no other option. If they were not there, we would not have craved or searched for them. Their absence would have not disappointed us because we were not veteran porn maniacs.

So now that I'm 30, with kids, I will not be surprised anymore when the day comes that my son is confessing to me similar to what I just confessed to you (except if he confessed to me that he caused the pregnancy of one girl, that needs a disciplinary action already). Innocent looks won't fool me anymore for I have learned from myself. If he won't confess, I still know that he knew, knows, and will know such adult issues. However, I will not blow his bubble. He can keep it in the name of secrecy because that was what I did.

Every child will know about sex in a natural way, even though parents try to keep things away from them. More knowledge goes to those who are very much willing to learn. Fortunately for you, I was not that enthusiastic about the subject. Bottom line is: the environment orients children about sex in an unexpected kind of way. It will just come like a thief in the night to steal the young mind's innocence.

Confessions are all done. Thank you Mom, Dad, for not collapsing or having epilepsy upon my admissions. You guys are the best parents in the world. I would not ask anymore whether you were the same when you were high school students or not in the name of respect and of the fourth commandment of God.

Ultra-super-duper-mega-truthfully and respectfully yours,
Your son

PS: I know that Dad had sexual picture messages stored in his 3210 when I was in third year high school.

Tsk. Merry Christmas?

Haaay. Akala ko magiging maayos ang Pasko this year. Kaso bigla nagkaroon ng massive family problem. Hindi. Okey kami ng Mommy ko. Okay kami ng Daddy ko. OKay din kami ni kuya. Mas okay si Kuya kina Mommy at Daddy.

Sa bahay kasi namin 3 division: ang pamilya namin, ang pamilya ng auntie ko na kapatid ng mommy ko, at ang aking uncle na matandang binata.

Nahuling nilalandian ng maybahay ng auntie ko ang aking uncle at madalas jumujugjug sila tuwing afternoons. Ang pangit pa ay may-asawa ang katulong na iyon ng auntie ko. Kaya iyon, doon nagsimula ang gulo at malawakang family gap.

Kung bakit kami nadamay ay hindi ko na ikukuwento. Basta, mahabang kuwento. Kaya ngayon, pangit na naman ang Pasko. The hell.

Paggising ko nga nung araw na iyon sigawan na agad sa dining room. Iyon tuloy, hanggang 3 pm nagkulong ako sa kuwarto ko kahit gutom na ako. Ang naiinis ko ay naririnig ng kapitbahay.

Ka-weird-ohan ng MTV Summit for AIDS

Marahil alam niyo kung ano ito. Ito yung concert na ginawa kung saan nagperform ang samu't-saring homegrown artist + Mandy Moore + presence ni Ate Glo.

The MTV Summit was a noble program that intended to increase the awareness of people regarding HIV. With their favorite stars lecturing them about its facts, the people enjoyed the event with music.

At the end of the program, everyone was rejoicing.

One said with excitement, "Yes! I am now aware that AIDS has no cure! Thus, I will be safe from HIV."

"You're right," commented his friend, "now we know that we must wear condoms before having sex."

When Gino, a viewer of the show, went home, he relayed to his Mom what had happened in the Summit. "Mom, I'm so proud. I'm now equipped with information regarding HIV." Gino and his Mom hugged each other tightly rejoicing for the noble effects that MTV has brought unto Gino.

Since then, AIDS patients have decreased in the country. Her Excellency Gloria Arroyo was so happy with the triumphant outcome in her country.

Truly, awareness ought to save the youth from this virus of the society. Spread the word, not the virus.

Nyeeeeh! Jologs. If I know wala man isa sa mga taong dumalo ng Summit ang naka-absorb ng pinagsasabi about HIV. And would they care? Hindi ko ma-gets how awareness can save people. I mean, ah basta.

Why VISIONARY?

In case hindi niyo pa alam, VISIONARY ang pangalan ng column ko sa high school organ namin. Thus, this site's name.

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DECEMBER 8, 2003                                                               Moment's Soundtrack: It Might Be You - Kai Emotional Status: Hungry for ___

Look at this picture

Ang cute! Nakaka-relate ako... Madalas tinitignan ko ang isang bagay kapag nababanas ako. After 20 minutes magigising ako.

OPM Talk

Masugid na taga-subaybay at critic ako ng music industry ng Pilipinas. Tinitignan ko ang achievements nila locally at internationally. Mataas ang tingin ko sa mga local artists na kayang makipagsabayan sa mga foreign artists sa mga hitlists sa Pilipinas atsaka yung mga artists na napapansin outside the country. Sa ngayon, heto ang mga nais kong sabihin.

Side A. Ang music video nila para sa kantang Nais Ko ang pinaka-cheap at pinaka-poorly conceptualized na music video sa balat ng lupa. Hindi ko sila bati for now for releasing the cheapest music video ever.

AkaFellaz. "We're not a boy band; we're a voice band." Congrats! Congrats sa kanila dahil isa sila sa mga featured name for December sa MTV Alert, ang show kung saan fini-feature ang mga artists from around the globe na may original at new style of music. Kaya ayun, napili ang Bongga Ka Day. Hats off. Ganyan nga. Innovate.

Martin Nievera. Hindi ko alam kung tama ako, pero trying hard na magpa-cute si Martin. Naiinis ako sa twang niya na parang pilit na Jim Carrey. Basta, pakinggan niyo siyang mag-English. Pati expression ng mukha niya hindi ko gusto. Mas lalo pang nawala ang respeto ko sa kanya sa pagkakalat niya sa Buddy Language na music video ng Smart.

Parokya Ni Edgar. Hitmakers! Memorize ko na ang The Yes Yes Show, mwahaha!

Rivermaya. Respectable at maganda ang A Love To Share.

Meron bang may alam sa inyo kung sinong bagong Pinoy rap group ang may kantang ganito ang chorus:

Taken in, taken in again
Wraps around the finger of some
Fair-weathered friend
Taken in, taken in again
Wraps around the finger of some
Fair-weathered friend

Ok yung debut song nila. The beat, mahn, the beat. Sana lahat ng rappers na Pinoy katulad nila atsaka PnE (kaso rock talaga ang PnE eh). Jusko, kung puro tayo Andrew E., Salbakuta, Carlos Agassi (hindi ko pa alam kung saan ko lalagay si Gloc 9 kasi medyo magulo pa ang kanyang image) sa mundo ng rap, kahiya-hiya!

Peyups Xmas Party

Galing akong Maynila noong Sabado at umatend ako ng Peyups Christmas Party. Masaya. Iyong pictures nasa Peyups.com photo gallery.

Marami akong nauwing Grape Flavor na Mentos. At siyempre iyong pinaka-favorite ko ay iyong keychain na binigay ni Ate Mimi.

Da Return of the Cable

Yes! Naibalik na ang cable namin. Pede na ako ulit manood ng NGC, AXN, err, MYX, atbp.

320/320 Vision: Shy Guy Struggles

Okay, here’s the deal. The first thing you must keep in mind is that you are only meeting with human beings; you are to fear nothing unusual about that, except for the fact that you are an introvert, close to being antisocial at times.

Here’s the magic word: talk. And when I say talk, I mean talk. Don’t only answer questions thrown at you by the ones you are meeting with, like in a crude beauty pageant. Start topics. You ask the questions.

You know you are a shy guy, so let us program in your system what to say in tomorrow’s affair. In the first place, you are not handsome, which means that you have to put some effort to submit proof that you exist in this world.

First, know their names. Memorizing them is not really required; this is just for the sake of the whole show. You will memorize them later anyway.

The next thing to ask is their courses. Listen close to what they are taking up in college. For instance, if someone is taking up Philosophy, ask things related to philosophy. You can sew a string of questions from there. When you finally feel there is nothing more to talk about, proceed.

Hmm, let’s see. Ah, yes. Please remember that you are only permitting yourself to NOT talk for five minutes and twenty-one seconds. Beyond that, you have defeated your purpose of trying to mask your introvert personality. That is why when the environment starts being quiet, look around and hit a comment about the place. Come on, you have eyes. Look at the cars, the buildings, the people, or the smoldering weather. If they comment on your comment, that is already an opportunity for conversation. Grab it. Lest, start another topic.

But don’t overact. Critiquing on petty and irrelevant things such as the design of the handkerchief of some people you encountered while on your way to the MRT station will give you an image of a pesky person. They might even start to ignore you, or begin giving you those fake laughs. For even better results, talk after someone else talks. Don’t steal the whole show. After all, you are an introvert. Overdoing it will give you a grade of zero.

Still holding on? Now inhale. Slowly. Exhale. Okay, on to the next.

Basically you can start topics of your own choice. Other people, the extrovert ones, are masters of spontaneity when it comes to this matter. So what are you to do? I suggest you get a one-half lengthwise paper and write down as much queries as you can think of. Tomorrow, before you leave for your eyeball, read them. You can memorize if you want to for the better.

If after five minutes and twenty-one seconds your mouth is still sealed for talking, it’s time to bring out your secret weapon: your cellular phone. Pretend that someone sent you a message. Open your inbox, read a saved quote or two, and squeeze your brain for some more topics.

“What to say? What to say?”

When a possibly good theme finally hits you, lock your keypads and keep your phone. Begin to blabber again.

For best results, avoid talking much sh*t about yourself, unless they ask for it. But when it actually gets to the point of sort of telling the people what your whole life is all about, divert the question. Throw back the question unto them. One word may do.

“Kayo?”

“Ikaw?”

You can use the bring-out-the-phone technique, but overdoing it effects to a kilikitxt image. Were I you, I’d excuse myself and go to the restroom after the third manifestation of the bring-out-the-phone-technique. Find some breath in the comfort room. Again, while in that place, think of relevant issues that may be sources of brainstorming among the people you are with.

When it’s really an emergency, go for some invasive questions. Ask about their love lives. But as a shy guy, who is so not used to this kind of stuff, practice this in moderation. Lest you will burst your own bubble.

Now go. Show them what you got.

When you get home, tell yourself how pathetic you were: faking conversations, desperate on having an image not that of a shy guy, which is the real you. Damn, I hate you for being like that! What’s the matter with you?

I’m so weird. I’m talking to myself again.

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DECEMBER 3, 2003                                                               Moment's Soundtrack: Bright Lights - Matchbox Twenty Emotional Status: Slowly developing self-confidence

Mamumulitika muna ako

Una sa lahat, gusto kong tugunin ang sinabi ni Victor Neri sa isyung FPJ AKA isyu ng mga artistang sumasabak sa pulitika.

Heto ang sabi ni Neri (not exact words): Bakit ba lagi na lang linalait ang mga artistang sumasabak sa pulitka? Sinasabi nila walang alam, e ako, artista, kaya kong mag-aral pero sila ilagay mo sa set at papag-artehin mo, hindi nila kaya.

At heto naman ang response ko sa kanya habang pinapanood siya: WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Una sa lahat, kahit kaya mong mag-aral, hindi lang enough ang kaya mo. MAG-ARAL KA! Pangalawa, walang balak mag-artista sina Roco, Arroyo, Lacson, atbp. Pangatlo, ba't masyado kang defensive? Humahabol ka ba sa pulitika? Close (as in close) ba kayo ni FPJ?

Maibang usapan naman.

Tatakbo si FPJ. At siya ang pinakamataas ang ratings ayon sa SWS Survey. Nyeta.

Si FPJ ay biktima ng social pressure. Ginusto niyang sumabak sa pagka-Presidente dahil sa pilit ng masang hypnotized sa kanyang pagka-Panday. At nagpauto siya. Ngayon, tatakbo na siya. Siya pa ang pinakamatunog. Pakshet naman o. FPJ, I hate you for deciding to run.

At susko! Ang asawa niya. I have nothing against her kindness, pero gusto ko lamang i-refute ang sinabi niyang (habang umiiyak ng walang katapusan): Madalas kasi ang mga tao tinitignan nila sa isang presidentiable kung ano yung nandito (points at her head, implying intellect); hindi na pinapansin yung nandito (puts her hand on her chest/heart, implying kindness).

Sheesh! Wala talagang background sa pulitika ang mga ito. Come on! Be realistic. Parang pang-Miss Universe naman ang sinabi niya eh.

Kung puso lang ang meron ka, ano na lang mangyayari sayo sa Malacanang.

Hindi ako registered at hindi pa ako puwedeng bumoto, pero kung boboto man ako, heto ang list of presidentiables ko in order of priority.

1) Raul Roco
2) Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo
3) Ping Lacson

Kung Vice-Presidency ang usapan, gusto kong manalo si Bayani Fernando, though obvious yata na hindi siya mananalo dahil hindi siya ganun kasikat atsaka ayaw sa kanya ng masa dahil sa mga raid na ginagawa niya sa sidewalk.

Siguro Loren na lang, although hindi ko siya gaanong gusto. Si Noli, by popularity lang iyan dahil sa MGB. Now we see the evil side of the media. Tsk.

Ano ba 'tong pinagsasabi ko? 3 years pa akong maghihintay bago ako maging voter.

Star Struck update!

In justice (ibang term for 'in fairness') dumami ang guests sa website ko nang i-feature ko ang mga Star Struck survivors. Hehe. Update tayo.

Natanggal si Jade! TH kasi. This week, Acting Week! Nagsisilitawan na kung sinu-sino ang mga karapat-dapat at kung sino ang hindi. Base sa napapanood ng aking apat na mata:

Rainier, bilang na ang mga araw mo sa TV. Feeling at hope ko siya na ang iiyak sa Biyernes. Kung hindi man siya, iyon ay dahil lang sa kanyang mga fans (na nakyu-kyutan lang sa kanya, hindi naman sinusuri ang kakayahan). Pero whatever happens, RAINIER IS NOT GOING TO WIN THIS SHOW. Hindi niya deserve.

Sa tingin ko, ang mananalo sa search na ito ay sina Mark at Katrina. Face value + Charisma to the masses + Promising talent. Tapos, si Jennylyn, Christian, at Yasmien (di pa ako sure kay Nadine) ay maaring magka-kontrata rin kahit hindi sila manalo. Ala-Mark Bautista ba sa Star For A Night.

Nyehehe. Matatauhan na rin Mommy ko sa pagkakaalis ni Rainier hopefully sa Friday.

Peyups Christmas Party na sa Saba'day!

Excited ako na kinakabahan.

Excited ako dahil ito ang first Peyups EB ko. Kinakabahan ako dahil natural na sa akin ang ganitong feeling kapag makikipag-meet sa bagong tao.

Pero inaalis ko na unti-unti. Basta, kaya 'to.

Psychology Tidbits

Ayon sa mumunting survey namin na ni-conduct for our Psych 101 report, most sa mga Iska ang mahilig sa blowjob, ngunit iilan lang ang naka-blowjob na. O, ibang usapan naman.

Madalas ka bang managinip ng mga mahahabang bagay tulad ng puno, poste, flagpole, pillar, atbp.? Madalas ka bang managinip ng mga bagay na butas kagaya ng kuweba, kuwarto, kabinet, o kahit na anong pinapasukan? Kung ganon, heto ang interpretasyon ayon kay Sigmund Freud.

Ang pananaginip ng mahahabang objects ay sign ng sexual desires ng isang tao, particularly babae, dahil PENIS ang ibig sabihin nito. Ang mga openings tulad ng kuweba ay VAGINA.

So, ano napanaginipan mo kagabi?

Sabi rin sa psychology, kapag hindi mo inaano ang ibang tao pero may sinasabi sila against you, most of the time insecurity ang dahilan. Sabi rin, madalas ang mga hate mong characteristics ng ibang tao ay characteristics mo rin. ;p I both agree and disagree.

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DECEMBER 1, 2003                                                               Moment's Soundtrack: Swing Swing - All American Rejects Emotional Status: Focused on music

Gitara o Piano?

Balak kong matutong mag-play ng kahit isa man lang musical instrument. Yumbang bihasa talaga. Pero ang tanong: piano o gitara?

Gusto ko sana gitara dahil mahilig ako sa mellow rock at alternative songs. At siyempre, acoustic. Pero nagagandahan din ako sa piano. Naa-amaze ako sa nagagawang music ng piano, especially dun sa kanta ni Vanessa Carlton na A Thousand Miles. Tapos, sa kanta ni Christina Aguilera na bago, yung The Voice Within, try niyong pakinggan ang background na piano. Astig! Lalo na sa pre-chorus ng second stanza. Dito:

Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you're lost outside look into your soul

Waaah, ang ganda ng pagkakacompose nung melody nung piano. Inggit ako. Kung sino man ang nag-compose ng melody ng piano dun, three thumbs up (alam ko si Glen Ballard)!

Pero gusto ko rin ng gitara. Parang mas conducive for composition (opo, balak kong mag-compose balang araw [sigh]. Tapos hindi pa kailangan ng battery. Portable din, di tulad ng de-baterya na keyboard piano na hassle dalhin sa labas.

Looks like gitara na nga ata ang bagsak ko. Bahala na.

Malapit na ang Kapaskuhan

Twinti-pur (24) diys na lang bipur Kresmas. Kaya naman midyu lenagyan ku ng Kresmas ambyins ang wibsayt ku.

Ihip-Trabaho

Ang saya ng informal survey namin sa Psych 101! Nagbigay kami ng questionnaires sa approximately 30 na babae at tinanong ng questions and opinions on BJ (alam niyo na 'to, hindi na kayo bata). Gets niyo na siguro ang title (Ihip-Trabaho).

Iyong isang babae na miyembro ng isang relihiyosong Kristiyanong org, wahaha. Napakawholesome. Puro sagot niya, "I will never give anyone a BJ."

Iyong iba, shocking! Sa question na "Have you ever given anyone a BJ?" aba, diretsong YES. Hindi shocking ang BJ, ang shocking ay iyong tipong hindi mo expect sa kanila. Pero that's life. Maraming ang kulo nasa loob.

Iyong iba naman, kapag pinapasagutan mo ng survey, tapos titignan ang topic namin, umaayaw sila! Bakit kaya? Feeling ba nila nabababa ang puri nila dahil sa mga taklesang tanong on the "blow"? Parang may choice naman kasi na "NO" at "I will never give anyone a BJ" pero ayaw nila.

Siguro hindi sila maka-hindi, sabi nga ng isa kong ka-group. Malamang gusto nilang itago ang kanilang opinions on BJ as a secret. Kasi kung talagang wholesome sila, puwede naman nilang sabihin na ayaw nilang nagbibigay ng BJ. Nahihiya lang silang ma-discover.

Mga taga-lupa talaga.

Wanna learn a bit Kapampangan?

Ipo-promote ko ang primary language ko, kaya tuturuan ko kayo ng ilang words na Kapampangan na maaari ninyong i-apply sa daily lives niyo.

Katsura mo! - "Ang pangit mo!" Kaya naman tawang-tawa ako ng marinig ko sa patalastas ng bagong telenovela ni Natalia Oreiro (Monica Brava) na sabi, "At mas kilala siya ngayon bilang KACHORRA." Bwahahaha.

Alti ka! - "[murang Kapampangan na medyo equivalent sa 'punyemas ka']"

Yii, kaluwat/kalambat! - "Yii, ang tagal!"

Mikit tamu keng [place], neh? - "Kita-kits tayo sa [place], noh?"

Kababian ing balu mu. - "Kababuyan ang alam mo."

Buri da ka. - "I like you."

Manong, katukan kang murit ka - "Manong, para po."

Mate na ka, alte. - "Ang galing-galing mo, punyemas!"

Kabangnas mo, babau kang takla. - "Ang bango mo, amoy kang cologne."

Iyan na muna. Quen nang susunud qung entry, karin naku mu mag-enumerate pang mas dakal pang Kapampangan a salita.

Exposed!

Hayan na! Dumadami na ang guests ko sa site ko na classmates ko sa UP Pampanga! Nakupo. Ililimit ko na naman ang mga sasabihin ko. Hehe. Makikita na nila ang kulo ng isa nilang tahi-tahimik na kaklase.

Kung kaklase man kita at binabasa mo ito ngayon, uy, favor? Huwag mo ng ikalat pa, lalo na sa mga teachers, kasi baka one day ma-badtrip ako ng isang teacher at nais ko siyang murahin dito. Lam mo na, mahirap na ang ma-cinco dahil sa misconduct.

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