stream of unconciousness

sigh, 3 days till christmas vacation.  it feels a lot like the last three days of exams though.  the classes i have to go to are the ones i’m up for recitation in, so this is hardly the time for me to sit back and wait for time to do its thing. 

times like these i miss the dorm.  i particularly miss having my friends around, people who make an ART out of passing time.  whether it’s playing  2 on 2 basketball with the green plastic trashcans in our rooms; playing cards with the day’s loose change; or just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling asking eachother deep, life-changing questions like: "what if you were the last two people on earth and the survival of the species dependend on it…"

sigh, off the top of my head, 2 things that i’ll always miss about the dorm.

1.  brownouts - want to learn cuss words in different dialects?  go to cervini 2 seconds after the power goes out.  after recovery though, and accepting the fact that your going to have to retype your unsaved philo paper when the generator kicks in, you feel a pleasant vibe going around.  it’s that calm feeling you get when everybody else is not doing anything.  with exception to the die-hard nerds who light a candle and continue studying, the rest of the dorm unite. whether it’s the yelling out of repressed feelings of love/lust in the direction of eliazo, or the giving of a "bading si _____" shoutout in the direction of the quad, or the sitting around in the hallway, singing along with the guy playing the guitar in the floor below you, one can’t help but feel connected to everybody else.

2.  days when classes are cancelled - imagine: dormers staying up all night on a school night, as hyper gerbils on x.  no it’s not the coke, it’s not the red bull…it’s ironically, the rain outside.  the dormerest of dormers have developed a third … ear, if you will, for weather that has the potential to suspend classes.  the party usually starts at around 3 am when it is STILL raining from earlier that evening.  happy faces pop into rooms with lights still on and remind people of how many hours its been raining non-stop.  receiving the happy faces are the even happier faces saying "we know!", after a goofy ‘i’m so happy i want to dance’ dance, it’s on to the next room for our selfless weather men…

at 5:30 am everything is silent, as everybody is listening to the radio…finally, the announcement is made, it is then translated, and echoed through the halls of cervini: "walay klase baiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!"… and what does everybody do to celebrate after?   sleep until 5 pm. 

sigh, if only college could’ve lasted longer…

DISCLAIMER: religious issue

i went to mass today.  right after paying my QC mmda ticket for cheating (and getting caught) color coding last week, i rememebered what day it was and decided to pay my respects to the virgin mary.  so i trekked on foot to sacred heart church just in time for the 1200 mass…

during the mass i was feeling pretty good about myself for braving the rain and the pollution to go to church.  i got a good seat by the middle isle since i was extra early, plus this cute girl with a cast on her left leg was sitting 2 pews in front of me.  ok, so i never got to see her whole face, but lets just assume she was cute.  heck, a girl with the confidence to limp to church on a rainy day with a cast covering her entire leg ALONE deserves to be cute.  anyway, that’s beside the point of this story…

anyway, everything was going great until the homily.  maybe it’s too much critiqueing of supreme court decisions in class, or just the rust that’s collected on the religious side of my brain from lack of use…but the priest made me want to stage a walkout mid-sermon to make a point.  no i am not a heretic, i actually consider myself a relatively religious person…in my own right; but this dude left me slack-jawwed after every sentence.  basically he was talking about how God can only do good, and nothing bad can come from him.  he was saying that it was totally wrong to say ‘it was god’s will’ whenever something bad happens.  the last straw though was saying that DEATH was not created by God, and only man is responsible for it’s happening.  (all together now, lil john styleeee…)  huWHUUUUUT???   duuuuuude!!!  what the hell are you talking about??

first of all, DAWG, u mean to tell me my grandfather’s dying of a stroke was against God’s will and has its roots in a fault of man?  who?  was it HIS faul?  you mean to tell me the people who died in the holocaust was just one big SIN and nothing more?  they died coz some prick sinned, and they had to pay for it??  i accept the fact that God does not take pleasure in our suffering, but to say that hes just sitting back watching it happen and cringing, like a Lasalle blowout of Ateneo is just crazy.  whatever happened to ‘God is everywhere’?  or the fact that without the bad in this world, there would therefore be no way to do Good, therefore making free will a joke.  This is ofcourse a divine MYSTERY in itself, why does God allow bad things to happen?  well, apparently, that priest had the answer and whipped it out on the congregation:  GOD HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.  smart dude, you just totally confused all the kids in that place.  now how are they suppose to pray and ask for God’s help when the main man himself, the big kahuna, the big priest-daddy himself says: bad people do bad things, and God can’t do squat.  take a bow dumbass.

secondly, you mean to tell me we’d all live forever if there was no sin?  i swear he said it!!  death is beacuse of man, not God.  He said God can only create life (in line with his thesis that God can only do good) and can’t take it away.  He SAID THAT!!! And NO i did not take it out of context…i was unusually attentive today.

sigh, so there’s my daily gripe.  no i haven’t lost my faith, i just realize now what my Catechism teacher was talking about when he said that priests are human just like you and me.

oh!  and thank you God for giving us the day off (no labor)…..

Informer, you no say

that’s who I’m gonna blame

a licky boom boom down

Detective man said Daddy Snow

I stabbed someone down the lane

a licky boom boom down

Police than come and

they blow down my door

One him crawl through my window

so than they put me in the back

of the car at the station

From that point on I reached my destination

Now the destination reached

was the East detention

where they whipped out my pants and

looked up my bottom

-  who DOESNT miss this song?!??  hehehe

ok, so things don’t suck as much anymore.  it’s not that they don’t, i just choose not to let it get to me:)  bring it!!  hurt me!!  (cut to legless Lt. dan on the perch of the jenny in the middle of the hurricane screaming "is that the best you’ve got?!??!")  i also realized how pathetic i sound whenever i complain about life hehehe…i don’t want to have to get in to a car accident to realize how small my problems really are.

news, hmmm, wala.  christmas is around the bend.  sigh, here we go again remeniscing about how great christmas used be when we were kids.  back when it didn’t matter what you got, as long as it wasn’t clothes, your eyes’d light up after that first glimpse of what was inside the box.  i remember the time i was around 5 years old (yes i still remember), my ninong forgot to send me a christmas gift, and just dropped one off at the house two days after christmas.  guess what it was…a mini swiss army knife!!!!!!   cabroncito!!!  it had the cool leather case and everything, i felt like the coolest kid in the world, imagining the jealous faces of my classmates on the first week of school…

seatmate:  "i got quick-kick for christmas!!!  he’s soo cool!  YO JOE!"

me:  "i got a military-issue swiss army knife, wanna see me use the biggest blade to slice the black rubber connecting your g.i. joe’s torso to his pelvis and legs really thin so the damn thing’d snap when u try to make him do a roundhouse?"  "no?  then stop stealing my goddam crayons during art you little punk"

ahhh, but the moment was brief.  my dad sort of confiscated it saying i was a little too young to be playing around with the dam thing (coincidentally, that ninong was his friend).  too bad.  I NEVER FORGOT IT THOUGH.  see, almost 2 decades have passed and i still remember that gift.  i’m sort of excited to get little kids gifts now.  i want to be that cool uncle/cousin/friend who doesn’t give money or plastic soldiers (ahhh, the neverending quest to coolness).  form now on, the younger the recipient the more money im going to spend, invest in the future, i always say.  ok, so i DONT say that…i’d like to start tho.  so there, i’m saying that now.

i’d give him something really special, like a lebron james rookie card in a glass case, or a classic earaserheads CD, or a year’s worth of MAD magazines bound in one book…something he might not appreciate right away (or his parents won’t let him play with yet); but”ll dig up from his closet like 15 years later on a boring, rainy November day, and wonder how he could possibly own something so cool and valuable…then he’d ask his parents, and they’d say "your tito al gave that to you on your 6th birthday, don’t you remember??"  then he’d put on his jacket and pick some flowers from his mother’s garden….and visit me.