Frozen Whispers

cold_fury

There are a couple of things I would like to say that (see title) as a very resounding slap-on-your-face answer.

I. Stating what should have been the obvious

Don't offer me things that you know I should have in the first place asking me if I want them or not. That is, if you don't like hearing sarcastic things coming out of my vile mouth. Was that intended as an insult? I'm slowly getting fed up of that thing you do. I know you wouldn't want to see me fed up. And please, drop the hypocrisy. I'm more hypocrite than what you're trying to be.

II. Recurrences

I think I've heard and seen it all before. I gave the best of what I can say (read: advices), though, I'm not saying that you follow what I said. I was just stating facts, and some options. It's like I was saying that "caution: the beverage you're about to enjoy is extremely hot" and you say "ok" and then I see you attacking it as if the kingdom will come tomorrow and you wouldn't have any other chance of enjoying it (but that was after you have wailed and flailed like a baby with a tantrum). Then you decide you wouldn't do it again, that the next time you'd get a hold of yourself. But then I see you doing the same mistake again. There's only so much "water" that a "sponge" can hold. If you're not that decided yet, shut up. If you would keep saturating me with that incessant whinings, the title's for you.

Peace.

cold_fury

Okay, I'm really not in the mood to jot down everything that happened in the past two months that I wasn't visible in this blog (I honestly thought this site has grown molds and webs), but I woud have to say it was hell - literally and figuratively.

But, as the cliche goes, it's nice to be back.

cold_fury

May nagtetext sa 'kin na hindi ko kilala. Well, maybe kilala ko siya kasi naka-save yung number nya sa sim ko. Pero hindi ko siya tinetext. Kaya't nagulat ako nang isang araw ay bigla syang nagtext sa kin.

"Hu u?"

Hindi ko pinansin. Masyado akong maraming ginagawa para mamansin ng mga ganoon, lalo pa't hindi ko kilala. Pero ang kinarindi ko, dalawampung beses nya sinend ang parehong message. Ito ang nireply ko:

"Xcuse me. Dnt flood my inbox. I dnt knw hu u are either."

Kung may nagbabasa man ng entry na 'to, basahin mo ulit yung nireply ko. Subukan mong hanapan ng mali. Wala di ba? O tuloy na...

Naghintay ako ng sagot niya. At hindi ako nabigo.

"wah, u spoke broken english cn u mke it ryt, hw pathetic r u,.wel u dnt knwme bt uve send me dt s2pid txt of urs,hmmp,manyakz u b?"

Wala akong inedit dyan. Ganyan na ganyan ang nireply sa 'kin. Basahin mo ulit, tapos ikumpara mo sa nireply ko sa kanya. Wag ka tumawa, pero pwede ka marindi kagaya ko. Mahigit dalawampung beses niya ulit pinadala yan. Sa totoo lang, at hindi  sa pagmamayabang, nainsulto ako sa sinabi niya. Siguro hindi ganun ang mararamdaman ko kung perpektong Inglesero ang nagsabi sa 'kin. Pero hindi e, at yun ang kinabuwisit ko.

"Excuse me, maybe it's u who's needing a grammar check. How dare you say that to an english major graduate and a speech professor. I've no time for this."

Ayan ang nireply ko. Hindi totoo yung "english major graduate" at "speech professor". Sinabi ko lang yun at baka sakaling mahiya siya at mapagtanto niya ang kanyang mga pagkakamali. At para tigilan na niya ako. Pero nagkamali ako. Humirit pa ang putangina! Ibinalik ko sa kanya ang kanyang mensahe ng may karugtong:

"wah, u spoke broken english cn u mke it ryt, hw pathetic r u,.wel u dnt knwme bt uve send me dt s2pid txt of urs,hmmp,manyakz u b? -check ur sentence constructions please. and dont flood my inbox."

Hindi ko na maalala yung ibang sinend niya at mga nireply ko. Pero ayaw niya magpatalo. Putangina. Naubusan pa ko ng load dahil hindi ko alam na naka-Touch Mobile pala siya at ako'y Globe at hindi sakop ng Unlitxt ang TM. Kaya nagpaload ako. Nagreply pa siya habang hinihintay ko ang load ko:

"anung miss,anu aq bkla?cguro tibo ka,d tau talo,wel suko ka na kz ang totoo d ka marunong mag englis,booh"

Inuulit ko, wala akong inedit sa mga salitang yan. Ganyan na ganyan ang pagkaka-text sa 'kin.

At tuluyan na 'kong narindi. Umabot pa sa puntong tatawagan ko na siya at magsasalita sa wikang Ingles kumpleto pati ang accent ng New Yorkers at gagamit ng high-falutin' words para maubusan siya ng dugo sa sobrang nosebleed. Pero pinigilan ko ang sarili ko at nireplyan siya ng ganito:

"Miss, kung hindi mo kayang magsalita sa wikang ingles managalog ka na lang. At hindi mo ba maintindihan ang ibig sabihin ng 'don't flood my inbox'? Pwede wag ka mangistorbo. Kung wala kang magawa, pwes ako marami. Kaya please, cut it out."

At hindi ko na nireplyan. Nabuwisit ako dahil napakarami niya magsend ng parehong mensahe lang naman. Tiniyaga ko na lang na pagbuburahin ang mga yon at hindi na pinatulan pa. Kung bababa ako sa lebel ng mga Bisayang-Maynila na walang magawa sa cellphone at load nila, itutulad ko lang ang sarili ko sa kanila. Nasaan ngayon dun ang pinag-aralan ko? Hindi ako sa nangungutya pero binibigyan nila ako ng dahilan para kutyain sila. Nag-text pa nga ng:

"hoi,u slep oh dead na"

O puta ka! Ewan ko kung naiintindihan niya ang sarili niya or kung narerealize niya na kahiya-hiya siya. Or baka wala na siyang dapat ikahiya dahil, ewan ko, kalunos-lunos na siguro ang kalagayan ng pagkatao niya.

Punyeta!

Isa lang talaga ang masasabi ko:

THE NERVE!

cold_fury

This is an overlate post since it's only now that I found the time to blog, what with all the demands of the school. (I remember the House of Representatives where there is an Appearance Fee - you get paid for attendance, sana ganun din sa school!)

Twice have I experienced the excruciatingly annoying traffic jams in Taft Avenue, especially around the hours of 12 noon to 3 in the afternoon. And to top it all off, I've got classes at 1. Great! I don't really know what went through my mind and I took a 1 pm schedule. Being an irregular student, I have the liberty/privilege to choose the most convenient times for me. And I didn't use it well. Fuck!

So there I went, stuck in the unrelenting congestion of the accursed road, inside a bus with cheesy love songs playing on their radio. Good thing it's airconditioned or I would have screamed from frustration. Henceforth, I have cursed the road, the traffic and the whole dratted condition of the Philippines, and sent, through a group message, my sentiment at the moment:

"PUTANG INA!!! AYOKO NA SA PILIPINAS! AYOKO NANG MAGING PILIPINO!"

Lesson learned: Never again take a class schedule near noon (earlier than 12 and a few hours after 12). NEVER!