Post 007: Two-In-One

Gently, The Rain Sings For Me. Thursday, November 15.

Tamang reminiscing muna tayo. Hassle talaga pag uuwi ka na malakas ang ulan, lalo na pag naka-formal ka. Syempre di mo maiiwasan ang maglakad sa baha minsan, basa na ang paa mo, babaho pa. At kung medyo maganda ang tatak ng sapatos mo, manghihinayang ka. Kung wala ka namang payong, pasalamat ka na lang kung meron kang makapal na jacket at matibay na resistensya. Speaking of which, being the bunch of perverts that we were nung high school and college days, me and my classmates would always look for rain-drenched girls for shallow pleasures of being able to see through their clothes, lalo na pag naka-uniform sila. Hehe. Anyway, sa mga ganitong pagkakataon ko naaalala ang mga bagay na ginagawa ko pag umuulan nung bata pa ako. Andyan na yung napaka-common na maligo sa ulan with friends. Usually pag ganyan, nilalaro namin ang “wet” versions ng mga larong alam namin (wet version dahil nga naman basa, duh). Luksong baka, patintero, sekyo, at ang moro-moro tadyakan na kadalasan eh natatapos sa away-bata. Aakyatin namin yung malaking puno ng alateris dun sa kabilang kalsada namin, yuyugyugin yung puno na parang mga anak ni Predator, mamimitas, at tatambay dun hanggang tumila ang ulan. Lagi naming inaabangan ang ulan pag Sabado ng hapon, at habang yung mga magulang namin e busy sa panonood ng kung anu-anong drama at showbiz talk shows, masaya kaming naglalaro sa ulan. Hanggang ngayon, though, hindi ko pa rin makita ang scientific explanation kung bakit kailangang magbanlaw pagkatapos maligo sa ulan. Nung medyo tumanda na ako, medyo na-expose na sa medyo “manly” na sports, so habang umuulan, laro ng basketbol sa kanto with the same fuckers I grew up with. The game in general didn't click sa akin, so I started looking for an alternative. Football proved to be a sport with a huge appeal on me. Feeling Manchester United kami every Sunday pag naglalaro sa Don Bosco... At pihado at least isa sa amin ang may sipon pagkatapos. Syempre, pag may malalakas na ulan o bagyo, hapi-hapi na kami kasi walang pasok. Tamang tambay sa bahay, o kaya sa arcade. O kaya, kita-kita sa bahay namin para mag-jamming at mag-usap tungkol sa kung anu-anong bagay. Pero nung nagsimula na akong magtrabaho, parang unti-unti ko nang nakalimutan yung mga panahong yun. Nagsimula na siyang ma-associate sa mga kamalasan at kalungkutan ko sa buhay. Sa bawat patak ng ulan, isang luha ang tumutulo mula sa pisngi ng kaluluwa ko. Isang yosi, bote ng alak, mga babaeng dumadaan lang sa buhay ko – naging staple ang mga ito para kontrahin ko ang pait na dulot ng ulan. Natawa nga ako nung isang episode ng Gensomaden Saiyuki nung sinabi ni Genjo Sanzo na ayaw nya pag umuulan. Maybe he shared the same burdens as I did. Pero siguro dahil sa nagsawa na ako at napuno sa ganung buhay, isang araw, naupo na lang ako sa isang tabi, tumingin sa bintana, at nakarinig ng commercial ng Lucky Me! Noodles sa TV. Napatitig ako, at na-engganyong kumain. Bumili ako ng dalawang pakete ng beef flavor, sinamahan ng paminta at itlog, at ipinaghain ang sarili. Sa isang higop, bumalik lahat sa ala-ala ko. Napangiti na lang ako. Wala na akong nasabi sa sarili ko kundi, “wala nang sasarap sa noodles tuwing umuulan.” Hindi man tumila ang ulan kaagad nang mga panahong iyon, at least nakaramdam muli ng payapa at panatag ang puso ko.


I've Got Two Words For Ya... Friday, November 16.

Hindi tuloy ang gimik namin with Alan and Jane since we figured out it would be impractical so dinner na lang namin sila iti-treat. And besides, a lot of people are very busy with their whatnots so kahit na matuloy kami, konti lang. Sayang naman, e ang plano nga e kaming lahat. Parang team building na yun. And for the record, this week was our best so far. Walang hassles, walang mga kontrabida, at may bagong kakampi pa. Hehe. Sana magtuluy-tuloy na ito hanggang kaya namin. Kahapon, gusto kong i-crotch chops sa mukha (DX-style) si FAB From Below after Jane told us that it's okay to use ANY website for material references. That meant that YouTube and the like was as legal as a headlock from that point on. But being the reformed sons and daughters of bitches that we are, of course we won't abuse that privilege... or at least not get caught doing so. Haha. And in the spirit of D-X's one night only reunion a couple of weeks back (which I only managed to watch kanina via wwe.com), here's something i found sa Wikiquote to make your day.

(DX's theme music hits; both Triple H and Shawn Michaels have dumbfounded looks on their faces as they walk to the ring before smirking)
Shawn Michaels: Before we get started, you've got to tell me. Do I look like that much of an idiot when we come out together?
Triple H: Shawn, I'm not going to lie to you.
Triple H promptly starts talking to Edge & Randy Orton
Triple H: What are you guys doing? I honestly don't see where you guys are coming from with this...mad at us...you're two of the most dominant superstars here in the WWE.
Triple H talks directly to Edge
Triple H: You're the Rated R Superstar, Edge. Two time WWE Champion.
Triple H then talks directly to Randy Orton
Triple H: You're the Legend Killer, Randy Orton. The youngest World Heavyweight Champion ever.
Triple H: And then, you thought that we think that you're just a bunch of jokes. (Triple H asks the crowd) Does anyone of you thinks that these guys are jokes? (Crowd reacted sarcastically)
Triple H: Well, me personally, I don't. Edge, you're the Rated R Superstar, right? (Edge nods arrogantly)
Shawn Michaels: Your segment here on Monday night RAW was the highest rated program, in, forever!
Triple H: Especially when you and Lita made that live sex show here inside the ring although you cannot rise to the occasion. (Triple H pointed to the Titantron showing the picture of Edge half naked in boxer shorts while Lita is in a downward position doing a foreplay on Edge)
Triple H: But in all fairness to Lita she have made you half aroused. (Shawn Michaels whispered to Triple H)
Triple H: Oh, just a correction. You're already fully aroused at that point. It was a cold day that day, so you've also got to account for shrinkage. (Crowd laughs)
Triple H: And you Randy, you're the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in the history of the WWE. Young, dominant and athletic at the same time. (Triple H addresses the crowd) Did you know that Randy Orton is the most searched WWE superstar in the whole World Wide Web? (Randy Orton was obviously flattered and starts gesturing arrogantly)
Triple H: That is...within the gay community. (Crowd laughs and Randy Orton smirked) If you go to any search engine and type in, RANDY ORTON GAY COMMUNITY, you're gonna get stuff like this. (Triple H pointed to the Titantron showing a picture of Randy Orton naked with a towel below his waist in front view)
Triple H: Or like this one ( Another picture of Randy Orton naked with a towel this time on back view)
Randy Orton: (Obviously embarassed) Oh, come on, man!
Triple H: Or like this. (This time it's Shawn Michaels half naked picture that came out in Playgirl Magazine)
Crowd goes into a frenzy
Shawn Michaels (Shocked and embarassed): Did you put that in there???!!!
Triple H: Calm down, Shawn!
Shawn Michaels: I was young! I was stupid! ...You told me GIRLS bought that magazine! ...Moving on! Moving on!
Triple H: "Hey, don't worry, I got a lot more photos! Hey, show the one of Orton with the midget and the jellybean!" (After Triple H shows photos of Randy Orton posing half naked)
Randy Orton: "OK, guys, that's it! Enough is enough! The joke's over! Hunter, I want you tonight!"
Triple H:"Easy, cowboy. You might want me, but I don't swing to that side of the plate! You know what I'm saying? "
(Crowd laughs)
Edge: "Hey! Hey! That's not what he means! What he means is that he wants you in this ring so he can beat your ass!"
Triple H: (Looking confused) "What did you say he wants to do to my ass!?"
Shawn Michaels:(Trying to act as a peacemaker) Look guys. Cooler heads should prevail here. This kind of rhetoric won't bring us anywhere.

That leaves me with two words for ya: Happy weekend. Class dismissed.~