Status: Horny… and kidding
Music: With You - Chris Brown

I got this from a friend’s forwarded e-mail. This is a compilation of oh-so-witty graffiti that can be found all over the University of the Philippines-Diliman campus. It’s funny how these scribbles reflect the character of UP students in general. Enjoy.

PALMA HALL/AS:

AS chairs:

“push button to eject seatmate”
“push button to eject urself”
“push button to kill teacher.”

“push button to eject teacher”
….reply: “It’s jammed! We’re doomed!” Hahaha, nakita ko na ‘to.

AS chair :
“you know bobo? bobo is you!”

AS 1st floor CR:
“if you forget the past, then you porget the purious..”

AS 1st floor CR uli:
“Im a simple gay.”
tapos me sumagot
“sira! Dapat ‘Im simple and gay!’ Taga peyups ka ba? duh!”
tapos me sumagot ulit
“sira ka rin! yung simple is used as an adjective tapos yung gay is used as a noun. kaya ok lang yung simple gay nya!” Tama nga naman.

FINE ARTS WALL:
“nobody cares”
somebody answered:
“not even the carebears?”
then another:
“not even kier?”
then:
“not even zoren?”
lastly:
“not even zorro?”
all written by different people.

CHEMISTRY PAVILION:

Chem chair:
“push button to spray acid on prof’s face.”
Another chem chair:
“You Boron!!!”

BIOLOGY PAVILION:

Bio chair:
“Push cadaver to haunt teacher.”

FO Santos:
“SA MGA NAGTATAPON NG BASURA DITO… bawal.” akala ko, maninindak.

ENGINEERING BUILDING:

Sa Men’s CR, facing the urinal:
“Hawak ko saking mga kamay ang kinabukasan ng bayan!”
Reply:
“the future you are holding is very small.”

MATH BUILDING:

sa cr sa may math building:
“SUMAPI SA NPA! ”
may sumagot:
“PAANO? ”
may sumagot pa:
“MAGFILL UP NG COUPON AT IHULOG SA PINAKAMALAPIT NA DROP BOX SA SUKING TINDAHAN!”

sa likod ng isang “teacher’s chair” sa 3rd floor:
“BABALA: asawa ni babalu”

sa math 3rd floor, sa isang upuan uli.
“you’ll NEVER find what you’re looking for”
May nag-reply:
“find x.”

sa math 3rd floor, sa isa pang upuan uli.
nakasulat sa armchair:
“FUCK DA WORLD! ”
ta’s may sumagot:
“FUCK U TOO! –WORLD”

3rd floor math cr:
“kaibigan, pagkapatos mong umihi, paki PLUS mo naman, hehehe.”

COLLEGE OF MUSIC
sa loob ng music room.
“maam _______(music prof) boses palaka! ”
tas may sumagot
“nakarinig ka na ba ng boses ng palaka ”
tas may sumagot uli
“weh ”
tas may nag-react uli
“oo, sabi kokak! kokak!” <<<Potaena, reminds mo of Icang.

VINZONS HALL:

Wall ng vinzons
“Do not steal. The government hates competition” <<< Very true.

Men’s cr sa Vinzon’s:
“Remember: the hands that clean this toilet are the same hands that cook your food.”

men’s cr waaaay above the urinal:
“if you can reach this, the fire department wants you!”

NIGS (National Institute of Geological Sciences):
sa isang upuan:
“fuck nigs!”
may nagreply:
“who’s nigs?”

MAIN LIBRARY:
Sa isang lamesa ng main lib, filipiniana section:
“UP STUDENTS HAS BECOME PATETHIC”
tapos may sumagot…
“mali pang grammar at spelling mo, halatang di ka taga UP”

KALAYAAN RESIDENCE HALL:
“God is dead” - Nietzsche
Reply:
“Nietzsche is dead!” -God. <<< Hala, pati si Papa God, naki-join na.

SHOPPING CENTRE:
sa labas ng PNB:
“in case of emergency break ass and push butt”

AS WAITING SHED:
Ad from a Korean: “I need a English tutor.”
At may nagdagdag: “Badly.” <<< Waaaah. Galeng!

Uhm. Yun lang. Benta sila saken.

*this is a repost. originally posted on 27 November 2006
**image courtesy of tenth of nisan of flickr

Status: In Euphoria
Music: What Goes Around - Justin Timberlake

“…What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around…”

I interrupt my regular blogging updates with a great, great news. The UP Pep Squad finally wins back the UAAP Samsung Cheerdance Competition championship. Just when I decided not to go to the Araneta Coliseum to see it live because not the slightest expectation that this would happen entered my mind. But come on, after an embarrassing men’s basketball record, my university turned out to be still full of surprises. So much for balance of nature. I love’t. Congratulations to the UP Pep Squad! At sa lahat ng mga iskolar ng bayan! Yebah. And for that, I shall get drunk tonight. After all, there’s a dinner party at home to celebrate the memory of my dad.

“…Matatapang, matatalino.
Walang takot, kahit kanino,
Hinding-hinde magpapahuli,
Ganyan kaming mga taga-UP!!!”
— UP Default Cheer

Yey. Finally.

pic courtesy of ubelt.com, will change it soon. hehe.

This is happiness. And this is stupid. Now, define “embarrassing.” 

Oh my Alma Mater, why, oh why? But then again, ladies and gentlemen, we call this “balance of nature.” We can’t have everything, can we?

Oh of course we have everything. Like tuition fee increase and abducted student activists and frat-related violence and…

(Pucha, dinaan sa yabang ang kahihiyan. Okay lang yan Yoshke, hindi lang basketball ang meron sa UAAP.)

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Status: Starving
Music: White Flag - Dido

My friends from the university and I were playing Charades and the theme was “movie titles.” When an opponent drew “Little Nicky,” we thought it was a giveaway. So when he started acting it out for his team, for the first word, he just levelled his palm at his hips and his team shouted “Little” right away. Hmmm. But “Nicky” was something less easy.

One of our team members was Monique, also known as Nikki. Monique is not the skinny type. She’s a bit, er… endomorphic. It didn’t come as a surprise to us when the player who was acting out pointed to Nikki for the second word. What we didn’t expect was when someone from his team shouted: “Pig? Little Pig?”

Mean. Mean. Mean.

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One of our organisation’s applicants is this Japanese exchange student, Kazu. Kazu has been staying here in the Philippines since March. He takes up Philippine Studies. And we were surprised to find out that he was more fluent in Tagalog (our native language) than English. It was amazing, really. So one day, my friends and I had a small talk with Kazu.

Us: So Kazu, how do you find the Philippines?
Kazu: Mainit. (Hot)
Us: Oooh. Anything else?
Kazu: Madaming bakla. (Gay men are all around.)
Us: (laughing our guts out) Why? In Japan, are there no gay people?
Kazu: Meron din. Pero hindi kasing-ingay. (There are. But not as noisy.)
Us: Oh, it’s just here in this building. It’s just that we’re in the Mass Communication building so everyone just love… talking… out loud. Anything else?
Kazu: Maraming gwapo. (Many goodlooking men.)
Us: Oooh. How about the women? What can you say about the Filipinas?
Kazu: Malaki suso. (They have huge breasts.)

Monique, who was with us, pretended to walk out. She claimed it hit home. As we looked around, we realised how Kazu had that impression. Yeah, with Monique, Maj, Sanya, and Bunggay around, we couldn’t really blame Kazu for making that pretty accurate observation.

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Nina posted something like this on her blog last week, and I guess it’s my turn to explain a few things about my names. Yep, names. Plural. A’right. My real name is Edison. So why Yoshke? Yoshke is more like my pen and online name. I got the name from a Japanese animation “Wedding Peach.” Yoshke was one of the male characters; he was the heroine’s love interest. I liked his character in the series, so I chose that name. But of course, more than anything, I just really wanted to mock a Jewish friend. “Yoshke” is what Jews call Jesus Christ.

When I’m at Starbucks, my name changes to Edward. Why Edward? When ordering coffee, they ask for your name, right? I used to give them my real name Edison, but the conversation always went like this:

Barrista: May I have your name, sir?
Yoshke: Edison.
Barrista: I’m sorry. Erickson?
Yoshke: Edison.
Barrista: Oh. Okay, Jason.
Yoshke: Nah. Just write Ed.
Barrista: Right. Ted.

I still don’t know if there was something wrong with the way I speak, or they all have hearing problems, or it’s just that here in this country Edison, although famous, is not a popular name. So I think it’s wise to just use Edward to save time and spit.

Most people call me E.S., my nickname. Why ES? I don’t know, either. But whenever someone asks me, I just tell them that because Edison means Edward’s Son in Old English. But that’s not really why I’m called ES. Rumor has it that E.S. means Erwin-Siony. Siony is my mum. And Erwin… is NOT my dad. My dad’s name is Benito. So who is this Erwin? He’s the man my mum had an affair with. (Yeah, I know, don’t mention it.) But I don’t buy that idea, and will not. I have my father’s nose, and I look like my cousins on my dad’s side. DNA testing is not necessary. I am a Dimen.

Dimen is my family name. It is of Hungarian/Romanian origin. Here in a country where family names are either Spanish or Filipino, having a “weird” family name is a curse especially for a kid. My playmates called me “demon” when angry. They would draw a picture of a devil and post it on the board and write my name on it. They would also tease me “di men.” In Tagalog, “di” means “not,” hence saying I was not man enough. And it was a big deal because as a kid, I was sickly and weak.

I got over it learning that having an unusual family name actually worked for me, and was something I could use to my advantage. My teachers would notice and remember me so easily upon seeing the class list. I thought it was nice. But although “Dimen” is a Hungarian/Romanian name, I don’t think we actually have East European blood. Or if we did, then there’s actually very little of it left in the family. My aunt, however, told me that one of my great grandparents was German. It makes sense. There are many Dimens in Germany. Whatever. But I think it’s cool. I looove the German National Football (Soccer) Team. Hahahaha.

“Sabotage. Everyone is capable of it. But some go about it more ruthlessly than others… like the ones who crave vengeance… or the ones who hunger for love… or the ones who are determined to burn bridges. And then there are those who simply want something… Something that belongs to someone else.”
                                 — Mary Alice Young, Desperate Housewives

What a nice way to begin this blog entry. Hmmm. Anyway, whatever it is that I feel right now, Prech felt it first, although we’re talking about two different bananas. So let me just quote her:

“Yum! Don’t we all just love to gloat when we know we are soooo right in the first place and it’s too late for people to realize the truth and we wanna say ‘I told you so’ to smack them in the face?” 

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Status: Proud Cineaste
Music: Broken Wing - Martina McBride

“Wala namang taong bobo eh. Tanga lang.” 

That was one of the many quotable quotes that Kacey mumbled this evening as we gorge on some Kenny Rogers Chicken. Kacey, albeit the recent hardships in life, was still the funniest thing ever. Hehe. It was my first time to really bond with Kacey, Misha, Apol, Monique, Peter, Andre, Nestor, and Maj in months. And I was so happy, we were able to talk about the future plans and current issues of our organisation, the UP Cineastes’ Studio. And oh, our website is up! Check it out!

The organisation had just had its Applicants’ Orientation this afternoon/evening. I was very glad that there were so many aspiring members this semester. Good job, guys! I’m very, very proud of you. And to the applicants, good luck! Wag kayo mag-defer ha. Hindi kayo magsisisi. I swear.

While talking about some annoying guy (neither a member nor an applicant; something else). Hehehe.
Kacey: Sino dun? Sino dun?
Someone: Yung panget! Yung panget!
Kacey: Kumusta naman yung description na panget! Napaka-subjective.
Yoshke: Hindi a. May mga universal panget. Siya, universal panget sya.

It’s funny how I always declare my ‘detachment’ from any of my college organisations** (UP Cineastes’ Studio, UP Broadcasters’ Guild, UP Cinema) now that I’m already a graduate, when I always participate in and visit their events, and sometimes help them out with anything or offer any assistance. My orgs, like Cineastes, have a special place in my heart and I don’t think that would change. EVER.

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Status: Silly, silly me
Music: Everywhere I Go - Katharine McPhee

Before anything else, I would like to announce that I have just finished the certificate program in Foreign Service in Ateneo. *clap, clap* The graduation was held last night and I was really happy and fulfilled. This year proved to be a fantastic one for me. I have accomplished a lot, but I know there’s still so much left to accomplish so it’s not time to really celebrate yet. Anyhow, I feel really good right now. Our Social Graces class yesterday was really funny and interesting. Our instructor taught us formal rules for fine dining. I thought I knew enough about table manners and etiquette. I was surprised to have to learn so many things especially when dining with diplomats. Hmmm.

Anyway, when I checked the Billboard Hot 100 this morning, I was surprised to see Carrie Underwood’s Before He Cheats in the Top 20. Hey, don’t get me wrong. Of all Carrie’s songs, it’s the one that I love the most. But it’s been in the Hot 100 for 41 weeks already. It’s the longest staying single in the upper half of the countdown. Her other songs have come and gone (Wasted, I’ll Stand By You) but Before He Cheats remains strong up there. Good for Carrie. It was only yesterday that I saw its video and it’s pretty nice. I really adore Carrie. She deserves everything she enjoys right now.

And he don’t know…
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

I also downloaded last night mp3s of Carrie’s performances on American Idol 4. She’s really amazing. It’s nice to relive her journey.

Sitting comfortably on top of the Billboard Hot 100 chart is Umbrella by Rihanna and Jay-Z. Ehehe. For weeks, this song had been in my head. This record has a powerful recall. Hear it and you’ll spend the rest of your day singing this:

Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)

But Umbrella is out of my head already. It’s been replaced by Katharine McPhee’s Everywhere I Go. This song rocks. I don’t have Katharine’s album but I downloaded a few tracks through the net. I wouldn’t know about this record had Lei not mentioned when he commented on this post. I’ve never been hooked to a song this much since Stacie Orrico’s I’m Not Missing You last year. Not to mention that I can really, really relate to this awesome song. Damn it. I just hope this single be released.

And I want it to be over
I so want it to be through
In the end somehow it always comes back to you

Why are Rascal Flatt’s albums not distributed in the Philippines? I love them. I love them. I love them. And I feel guilty downloading their records illegally. Huhuhu. Calling the attention of Ms. Deane Briones and Ms. Maw Wong, how would you like to give me a copy/ies of their albums? Come on, don’t be shy. While you’re both in the US, please find some time to go to a record bar and buy a copy of any of their albums (but preferably Me and My Gang) for me. Please. For our friendship’s sake. Hahahaha. 

Is it just me, or the chorus of Yeng Constantino’s Cool Off really sounds like Parokya ni Edgar’s Mahal na Kung Mahal?

*Photos courtesy of pigduck.com, media.canada.com, and imageshack.us

Status: Sober
Music: Shake it Off - Mariah Carey

MJ, Yoshke and Issa somewhere along Baywalk

I was starting to complain about my Saturdays. It slowly got boring and everything sort of became a part of a routine. Though I’m glad I was able to make new friends (Helen, Shiena, Miel, Luke) and basically we have the same interests, my Saturdays never really reached the “exciting” level. It was always “just fun,” and “ok.” Not that there’s something wrong with my new friends. I’m just not used to going to school on a Saturday, and you know, school days are routine days. Flashback to two years ago when I would always go to Tagaytay to breakaway and wind down, or just do something new or different after a week of university hell. Pfffft.

But yesterday was a different Saturday. Although I didn’t intend to, I was able to break the cycle. I woke up at 7:30 and found Helen’s SMS message telling me that she was sooo lazy she won’t be coming to class. And since sloth is really doing its best climbing up my Seven Deadly Sins Chart, I decided, “What the heck?! Helen is not coming to class, and since the topic this morning might be the most boring subject Father Time has ever seen, I might as well not show up.” And I didn’t. Hehe. I slept again, woke up at 10, stepped into cyberspace, and found that my site was down, and did a little repairing. It was my first time to snob a Foreign Service class. Ahehehe.

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