who am i?

(Posted last December 30, 2005 in Sepak Liaisons’ Blog. This may be boring and superficial and less interesting to you considering last year pa, close the window before you get sucked in. You’ve been warned!)

SeaGames Dictionary pg. 520

SeaGames LO – sepak takraw
[see gaymz el o se pak tak raw]
[Abbreviation of South East Asian Games Liaison Officers – Sepak Takraw]
noun ( plural LOs – Liaison Officers)

1. Homo Sapiot – member of the exceptional, upbeat, shrewd and wild modern human species who can multi-task and kick-ass at the same time in the 23rd SeaGames-Sepak Takraw. (multi-tasking includes eating the phenomenal pancit for breakfast, lunch and dinner inside rm 520 of the Grand Hotel while calling sir Jessie for transpo while taking pics of thao and others while trading shirts with the athletes while dancing the pinoy ako song while engaging into hostile talks with the communicators and ni sir ansot while attending the needs and yes the wants of the athletes at the same time, believe it or not!!)(naa pa diay, pahabol, falling in love pa diay, sus, d gyud ni ma wa, dba aileen? Aireen? Marge? Don? Bwahahaha)
2. Boluntir – a proficient person who works and serves for free (yah ryt! D btaw…) for the sepak takraw team/s and dreams freely (bwahahaha!). Expects nothing in return (jerseys anyone?). Accepts anything but insult. Doesn’t mind all the expenses that were spent from loads (hey the 100 load did help a lot, dba guys?! Huh! ) to transpo fee (sus, way kwenta ang taxi oi!! Wa jud kwenta!!)… bwahihihi… they find ways to decipher the problems ahead of them as quick as possible, as intelligent as they could be. Pastilan..
3. Friend – emotionally close to the team and the vips they are attending (murag lahi na ni dah!)… jokes with them, plays sepak with them, drinks with them (imo RH/san mig ila del monte 202!), takes pics with them, shops with them (palitan sad ka, haha), sleeps with them??!?! Not allowed. Not allowed. No good. No good. Hehe.. That even screams when the team scores and frowns when the team loses in the USC gym-the official venue of Sepak-takraw events… (traydor sad kay gipasagdaan ang pinas, bwahihhihii, wa btaw!).. ang uban kay, Falls in love with them, kaila ko kinsa… yaw na mo angal, tinuod ni, sus kaw kuno tagaan og BE MINE tshirt og ingnon ka og FORGET ME NOT og sayaw2x mo sa PUMP og unsa tong kang marge?! Bwahaha.. joke!!
4. Instant Security Guard – the team’s and the VIP’s lives depend on the LO. What happens to them will be his liability and payable only for 10 minutes or less!! Hehehehe. A cry won’t help but a clever mind can. Though he is also with local police officers(cla bosing chief!), the safety and the security still rely on his hands. Instant PO1, PO2, PO3…
5. Works in a team – he is an officer and he is under a team. The team is called the MEDAL LESS HEROES!! Bwahihihihiii… D btaw, he is under the protocol and liaison committee-sepak takraw wherein he functions with other equally brainy and cool (kuyawa ani oi!) LOs of other countries. They bond. They decide. They conquer. They are different and they stand united… amidst the issues and hitches… they live and stay… HAPPY2x… and always HAPPY2x… permi nalang HAPPY2x… for the good of SeaGames-Cebu… HAPPY2x…bwahihihihi… it can be the next league of extraordinary gentlemen (wa labot ang mga ladies!) bwahihihihi…
6. Official Liaison officer – these three words already state what this person really is. He is not just a volunteer but also the official liaison officer!! Yoohoo!! No need for further explanation. Period! (pero btaw, wa btaw jud ko kasabot a2 sugod unsay Liaison… karon kbaw na, bwahihihihi)

Hey guys, we may had lapses on our duty and became stupidly “useless” for a while but I know it didn’t hinder us to have the best out of us and cater the best to the teams and VIPs of SEAGAMES-CEBU-SEPAK TAKRAW!!
YEHEY!! Say what?! Say what?!

Long Live sepak LOs.
Keep rockin this 2006!!!!
Peace out guys!!!

OSLEC

(Told ‘ya… i’m posting this, just for the heck of it… and to let you know what i was in last year. the year was great… How about making new year’s resolution list… bwahaha…)

ciao.

Low state and despondency = Boredom

Dispatches from a parallel universe

I am bored. I am incredibly board. I am bored out of bleeping skull, I am so bored i could scream. I have screamed as a matter of fact, and it felt good, except that tem seconds later i was bored again…

When i’m in this state, i feel like i’m in a parallel universe. I’m surrounded by people, but i’m oddly detached- i can’t connect with any of them. It’s like I’m observing them through a very thin film. I see them going about their lives, but i’m not inclined to participate. All sorts of things happen to them- some momentous, others absurd- but nothing happens to me. I’m just sitting here in my parallel universe, watching real life hurtling by at a speed of light.

- Jessica Zafra, Twisted 1, pg. 14

Low state and despondency = just boredom ( nothing to worry about… oh, really?)

Get me out of here.

Untitled (still looking for a better title)

I dunno what to write here, actually. I have an array and a googolplex of ideas resting in the recesses of my mind. Some are lurking behind my cerebral cortex, waiting to be progressed. Some are just hanging around my lobes, waiting to be chosen. Ideas on how to begin my piece (so to say) and how to end it well. Ideas of title like “when will my paper plane take its turn to fly?” and of themes of devil-nightmarish-invasion-to-human-sanity. Ideas of the plot and where to inject the lines, which would probably enthrall the sensitive minds. But here’s the catch, I dunno how to write. It’s one of my Waterloo aside from algebra and the freaking likes!! My hands are too preoccupied with matters of consequences: remote control, DVDs, keyboard, chips, shawarma(a dozen of it), newspapers, coke, tissue (to wipe anybody’s arse! lol) and my political books (which don’t seem to fit my personality, as of now). And my pen – and yes, my Mongol 2  pencil also- aren’t cooperating. No such collaboration of the three important writing tools- my pen, my tired hand (you are so wrong with what you are thinking now, lol) and my poor polluted brain. I’m idealistic and I know it can’t give me any good. I always want everything to be perfect; this of course referring to my work/s and crafts, everyone i know or who knows me can attest to this. I’m a frustrated writer with a writing instrument that doesn’t have ink and a pencil that has a blunt point. I want to write and capture the universal impulse and make each one of you incumbent to feel it and get excited with it. Yeah, right. It will never be like that. It’s far from the nearest possibility. It’s like dreaming of being in the shoe - or boot- of Shieldon and Tolkien and also of the great “disciple” Brown. 

Guess I have to title this as, “when will my paper plane take its turn to fly?” coz it fits the concept… naah, better leave it UNTITLED.

By the way, welcome to my blog, webloggers. Welcome for the second time to those who had already read my old posts which were eventually purposely erased.  I’m down to zero now, I deleted my posts coz I realized those weren’t that …mmm. I dunno… I dunno what to say. Bwahahahaha! This will never be my diary but this will be an anthology of what goes, what my mind can squeeze out and what my human existence can contribute to the liberation of the soul. Don’t expect much from this blog thing of mine. The heck if you do.

Bwahahahahaha!!!

Peace out!!