For the need of having a new look, I dyed my hair last Sunday. It was also a way of pampering myself. I Stabbed A Blue Bear would do the talking.

The following day I received wooh, woooh, and more wooooh’s. ‘What happened to your hair?’, ‘Cool!’, ‘I like that’ remarks which i took all as compliments.

Wait! Someone’s claiming he’s the original. (Okay, he was indeed first.) Hehe. ‘Peace tayo Sir TJ’. That’s why, i need to reinvent at least a hair style a day. Although it remained the same as other faculty members teased us ‘Saan ang dance number ninyong dalawa?’

But the hi-lites un-highlighted my stay in school.

(1) I can’t install CoNDorM technologies on the reformatted PC. We’re now behind our scheduled tasks.
(2) The consequence of having co-curricular inclined groupmates fell on me. For some days, I worked and ate alone. I understand. We shall win the Chapter Excellence. We shall!
(3) She did not comment a thing or two in my hi-lites.
(4) Worst, she did not greet a hello.
(5) I’m over her unofficially.
(6) Rush polishing of Java EDucational Instructional (JEDI) materials.
(7) New assignments were given. Marketing and information gathering at UnPLUG (University of the Philippines Linux Users Group). Website at SUMS and at Cursor. Summer Training at ACM. To top it all, the preparation for Freshmen Orientation
(8) Dropping one subject to enlist among CS 175, CS 120, CS 174, and CS 180 for the next semester
(9) I’m over her. Officially.

Then, I strolled in a shopping mall. People that I met looked at me from head to chest, reading my shirt, ‘I was born intelligent…’, and from chest back to hair again.

‘Haven’t seen a star before?’. I grinned to myself.

Then, I rode back to home. There was a passenger beside me kept taking glimpse on me. My peripheral vision noticed that. I am not assuming.

A mobile phone was taken out after. Its bluetooth was looking for my connection. Fortunately, I haven’t had that technology.

(10) He was a passenger.

Two weeks and counting, I am only with my younger brother at home.

It looks like I’m staying at the dormitory and I hate it.

• Dinner is a short order take-out, a fried dish, or a canned good. No palatable viand since we wake up early morning for school and we have no time to buy ingredients. We settle for instants. Eeewww.
• No television. I haven’t caught a 7:00 news. Okey, I admit it. No primetime soaps.
• Clothes are running out. I have four upper garments left suitable in humid days. Time will come, I have to wear denim polo or my usual ‘where’s our dance number’ two-layer outfit.
• After an exhausting schooling, I’ll mind to wash weekday’s utensils and kitchen wares, to clean rooms, to throw garbage and to water plants. an additional of five sets from the previous two at weekends.
• I was given a ‘calculated-no excess’ allowance. unexpected expenses during late night stay at CS came. I already stabbed my blue bear bank and milked (?!) golden five and ten peso coins.

Sigh! I wish May 1 (Labor Day) soon come and I am going to rest.

I never imagined before that I could go away with the young-in-heart faculty and would enjoy it. All of the outings I joined are memorable. But it is only few among such that I really got Pleasure from. Take note of the capitalization.

I was unprepared. I cracked me gatecrashing in their party. But I’m not serious on it. It was just a fun of irking Ms. Joyce constantly. Later, she was pulling me. Mostly in pairs, the crowd was thirteen in number. To counter the wretched number I became their instant charm – the instant patron of good and peaceful voyage.

I geared up quick after the batch party. No! It was my mother who packed things for me when I sent her the notice on SMS as we’re bound to Plaridel, Bulacan. My paraphernalia was ready for pickup.

So we drove to our place, one town before our destination. So, it was the CS faculty who first located my address before any of my kabarkada and friends. Sigh. I can be tracked now!

So after half of an hour travel, we arrived at Mr. TJ’s place. Those with stomach half-filled by batch party went for midnight dinner. Some plunged to the swimming pool at once.

Barbeque was delicious so I fed my body before chilling it down around two o’clock in the early morning. I sang videoke with them. The scores of my initial solo performances ranged from 30 to 50. Bad. So I decided to dunk in the swimming pool at two o’clock in the morning.

My underwater voice rehearsal was over. After I flunked in my recital, I crooned a song that gave me the group’s first 100. Well, that’s what we call the trial-and-error process.

I still had energy to play with the cats. I never had fun before with the purr-y pets but I can’t help. They’re so beautiful. I heard also different barks. Although, I decided to play with the dogs on sunrise.

We slept 5 o’clock in the morning after some group acts and failures dethroning me on the videoke seat. I slept in the comfortable rocking chair with others on the mattresses. The air-conditioned rooms provided were freezing that made us settled to the living room. What a big happy family!

At nine, we woke up and ate our breakfast. Then we strolled and took a couple of wow’s and oohh’s at the architecture and greenery we missed when we first arrived at night. The compound is a complete tourist destination. They got zoo, tree and modern houses, and of course, everyone enjoyed the golf course. We tried some strokes and liked every projectile motion we demonstrated. No wonder, there will be a CS delegation in golf in December.

At twelve, we ate merienda. Chit-chat afterwards where I missed some of the talks on me and on my batch as I rested under the tree. ‘Doon ka muna, pinag-uusapan namin kung paano pahihirapan ang batch ninyo’ (Stay there. We’re discussing our plan to torture your batch.) I took the remark as a compliment.

Two hours later, we prepared and ate our lunch. We swam and the videoke challenge continued. I also enjoyed sprinting and barking with pulchritudinous dogs of several breeds. Arf! Arf!

The sun was setting and I still reign supreme in videoke. Was MagicSing malfunctioning? The genuine singers were depressed. Ms. Loraine picked my song I sang last night. She scored zero. Right after, Ms. Riza selected the same song, and she scored 60. All were dishearten.

‘Hmmm, the score is also in mode 6!’. They were starting to provoke my superb piece be heard once again. Mode 6 is random.

‘You want a proof of concept, huh?’ I took the challenge to sing the ‘Muntik na Kitang Minahal’ and to achieve the perfect score again.

Talking about hidden talent, or let’s say talent-to-be-hidden, I got 100. ‘Ooops, I did it again! Mark this day for I shall release my carrier single very soon!’. I was a certified excellent singer! Hihihi. Even I know it’s only a courage and not a skill, I was loving to sing to my CS faculty audience. It was the same group of spectators to whom I first sang a videoke ever last Christmas. They were really lucky to have me as their guest. Hihihi.

At eight in the evening, we stuffed our things back to our bags again. Everyone was suffering the last song syndrome. I asked to be dispatched where I can five-minute travel with a jeepney to home. I waved goodbye and thanked them for such memorable getaway before they headed to UP Diliman. I thanked them for the applause too. Hihihi.

More than the discovery of C3, the accidentally formulated iced tea, I re-discover my teacher’s personalities off work. More than the egg hunt, I had a best time to find out how instructors are have their fun.

Ms. Joyce stayed as my ka-kulitan. She walked out everytime I sing. She took antacids in exchange of sinigang sa sampalok. She wanted a Persian cat from Mr. Harvey. She wore pink again, her color of the year.

Ms. Riza, as always, ayaw paawat. In the department, she won’t stop computing. In our getaway, she didn’t pause singing even she came from illness. Still, she stretched her voice very well. Anyways, she was the front act of the main performer. Hihihi.

Ms. Loraine and Ms. Florence, who also both brought their papas with them like the former two, never failed to capture their tender moments. They were simply a ‘click’! By the way, Ms. Loraine is there a plan for DCSF to start short courses on music. And Ms. Florence, i’ll just wait for the Wazzup Issue particulary the blind item on two SA’s. Hi, Amy!

I witnessed Mr. JP’s childlikeness. His sense of humor kept rolling. Although it was prohibited that time, he still worked on vacation.

Ms. Susan played basketball and golf. Sayang! Mr. Cedric wasn’t around. One time ma’am, i’ll bring Lechong Manok ni Sr. Pedro.

We’re inviting Sir Ronnie to sing videoke but he told us he was shy. Or does he want a larger crowd? According to his co-faculty members, the outing benefited him to sleep more than the usual five-hour nap.

Of course, our host, Mr. TJ… I was bullying him to take the next turn in videoke. Wehehe I never succeeded. He remained as the quiet guy. Although he talked less, with all the images I’ve seen, he left me a good impression. My highest respect goes to the people who love animals, who love their pets. You know what I mean… the meekness to co-exist… ‘ang magmahal sa hayop, ‘hayop’ kung magmahal’. I mean hayop = hanep!

And more than anyone else, I discovered myself. Move over Christian Bautista!

The fourth fill of 10101 is basic but still Naz-ed.

I won’t be comment-and-site-statistics-conscious now. If you visit and comment, then i’ll thank you* genuinely. I appreciate each minute lent from your activity-crammed schedule and each little neuron exercise you do. Otherwise, I’ll just enjoy exposing the life of a star.

Before blog was introduced, I logged experiences on paper with the usual monologue, talking to your diary scenario, asking why did it happen or why did not. And I keep the book clandestinely letting no one to read it. So in the tradition of the nostalgia, Durungawan was created.

That time, 10101 was meant to entertain. Candid pictures and personality test results were elements of the formula similar to others. I never posted an own written literature except for the amuse-intending 2005. Why would I set my home alight when neighbors already outshine? I prefer twinkling Christmas lights than halogens.

This time, I’ll prompt you stories whose supporting leads who you may not know from Adam. At least, you know that the chief character is me.

You might also wonder that I’m posting twice. I’m just practicing daily journal recording. Look the date headers. It is synchronized! Hihihi!

Anyways, this is still my blog. And still know how to share.

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Special thanks to Corsarius and Sofimi, on all the ups and downs of our blogs, you both remain what I called ‘the driver’s boundary’. And to Transience, glad that I have handy Answers.com, I learn so much words.

To all the bloggers I link to my blog, the next days shall be devoted to you.

I am not the type who spills other’s story. But my friend’s tale is extremely bizarre.

He and his little one only came across each other months ago. Many will agree when I say they were opposite. One can be approached by any stranger while the other can scare people away. One dress to kill while one wears simplicity. One plays the dominant. The other acts the submissive.

One time their attitudes clashed. Wounding words were thrown. But they still managed to settle after some days.

The girl did not think that my friend was affected by being the culprit of the said collision. He admitted to himself then to us that he’s starting to like her little one. He said that attraction can still be established even looking behind the eyes of a tiger. Sabi na nga ba namin!

That’s why we looked at him teasingly when this girl confessed us. It was only later she figured out that our dear friend as the guy in the prophecy once told by a fortune teller.

She narrated how the fortune teller described the guy for whom she will have an argument with. then the description exactly identifies him. Freaky! Nah! Romantic! She ended it with a remark telling that after their heated argument, they will still enjoy each other’s company.

Well, at that time, we wanted to ask her to complete the tale. But our dear friend opted not to be dictated by the fate. All remained curious what does companionship mean.

They were fulfulling what was foretold. Some of the time were spent together, from day to night to next day. Overnight.

One card was still facing down. Not until the guy told his true musings. The girl replied, ‘The fortune teller told about this.’ He knew it. He felt it.

I tell you, I am not the type of person spilling other’s story. Really.

When i was first hooked in Friendster, my goal is to have a three-digit number of friends and possibly a testimonial from each. I accept requests from long lost friends even to perfect strangers. I was among those users who are f**ked when the network clogs and can’t view the pages.

The highest one can have is five hundred-friend list. As a result, any Friendster fanatic would have at least two accounts while appending the first account names with FULL. I never reach that mark of addiction. as of my last login, I am roughly 100 behind it. Successors such as Myspace came. I had an account before I deleted it.

Two semesters of unlearning online community benefited me. I saved an average of 30 bucks a day in internet cafe surfing since I wasn’t a SA yet with www-ready computer. However, I lost communication again with my elementary and high school friends.

Then blog came as another addiction that was introduced by Phillip, a very good friend of mine which happened to be the next best young writer we have now.

Symptoms of this addiction include accounts in traffic generator sites such as BlogExplosion and BlogClicker, frequent board tagging, and regular site counter checkup. instead of fishing testimonials, a blog addict wants more comments. And to satisfy my cravings, I managed two running personal blogs and several group-owned sites.

This time, it is controlled. Otherwise, I would also go for mobile blogging. In Filipino jargon, kahit iyon papatulan ko na!

One benefit that I gained from blogging is learning web design. Yes, I haven’t tried it before. As an obsessive-compulsive slash over-creative species, I am not satisfied with a template. I need personalization. Blogging is my prerequisite in creating my own personal website.

And now I am learning Flash and more Photoshop techniques, it would be cool to be bundled with blender animation. So make your way to my next site.

My fourth installment Back and 4th was two-weeks delayed. I don’t care of statistics anymore. I haven’t detonated BlogExplosion for a long time because the mouse works for the recruiter now – ahhh Dark Throne!

Quicksilver is now hydragyrum a.k.a. switcheye, bruteforce, bluemandrake …

Mona Lisa has ‘her’ smile. The Joker Card has his own too. I have mine as well.

‘Hi Jonas! You’re smiling again.’, a female STS groupmate greeted me as I clumsily took my seat.
‘Huh?’, I asked in confusion.

‘Nothing! I just saw you the other day, walking along AS sidewalk, and smiling.’

‘And what is it in my smile?’

‘Perhaps you did not recognize that I was approaching as you’re crossing the street. If I haven’t slow down my car, you died… smiling’.

‘You’re mean! How could you?!’

‘No! I just envied that perfect death… wearing that innocent smile… wearing long sleeves…’

‘Errr… That’s after the interview.’ She saw me after I was interviewed in the organization where I was applying.

‘So, are you accepted?’, the other female groupmate asked me.

‘I hope.’

‘Hay! There’s nothing new, guys. Jonas is always like that.’, the second girl told the group. ‘By the way, I like when you wear that t-shirt.’

‘And smiling’, the three of us added.

Jonas is always like that… Silly? Don’t get the poor guy wrong. I am not aware how do I look like when smiling. It’s innate. :p

When I don’t wear it, friends would ask me, if not, other friends, if there were something bugging me. They will tell that it is so obvious.

Let’s say when Jonas is smiling, it is his natural behavior, er might be a defense mechanism. No! I just squealed it!

Hey, little one, bring back my smile!

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Which Emoticon Are You?
Jonas, the emoticon that represents you best is the Sticking-Tongue-Out Face

What’s so funny? You are! That’s why the emoticon that represents you best is as good-humored as you. No matter if knock-knock jokes, sarcasm, or slapstick get you going, it’s clear that you’ve got more than a couple funny bones in your body.

Getting a laugh out of people isn’t always easy, but it seems second nature to you. You’re not one to take life too seriously, and you know firsthand that laughter really is the best medicine. It’s no wonder people know to look no further than you when they want to have a laugh. Late-night TV had better look out. A hilarious new comic could be on the rise!

One r.a. had ‘em all.

Knowing that getting hold of form 5A is the most mind-numbing and time-consuming step, I used to queue at least one hour before the enrolment will start. The fault was that our department has no single registration assistant compared to the other neighbor department.

It was only two days ago that DCS had its own registration assistants. Whoaah and I belonged to that pair!

No more lengthy lines. I enlisted in the desired class in an instant! I ‘enjoyed’ staying in an air-conditioned room while others waited the one-hour delayed registration outside. My batchmates entered and greeted me hello as they swabbed their sweat.

But refreshment was to end. They started to swarm. One can’t feel the coolness the room had before. More warm carbon dioxide diffused as the group chat.

One staff already yelled commanding the group to leave the room. Silence followed. Temporarily.

But the run is ‘generally peaceful’. We were so ‘damn efficient’ that we finished dispatching the batch to next registration steps before lunch.

I ate a complete meal – rice, a grilled fish, two barbeque on sticks, and lumpiang ubod on the side, and an ice cream treat from a friend afterwards. The food trip supplied me much energy for the afternoon.

Then back to the time that was promised to re-open, I saw the queue again. Round two!
The crowd was then meaner. They flocked inside the room even I hadn’t told them to. One. Two. I can’t take this. Then I shouted ‘Ang kulit nyo! Hindi kayo mapagsabihan!’. Finally, I got their attention and silence.

Some pals never identified me with such behavior and so to cheer me up one of those pals will blissfully approach me and ask ‘Is it my turn now?’. Of course, the common smile was once again pasted on my face. Then, I would repeat my infamous line ‘Ang kulit nyo! Hindi kayo mapagsabihan!’ in a comic way.

Everything was in order. After less than an hour, the post-advising and assessment lines diminished. We were so ‘damn efficient’. I am so ‘damn good’.

As they were paying their tuition fees far from the faculty room, they remembered that they encountered the guy who scolded them. But they don’t remember how we made their enrolment a less torture.

Don’t worry. Next semester, we will all meet again.

For now, I was still in wr.a.th (and perhaps I wasn’t alone). The single section I enlisted this summer, the same section that I was enlisted first, that section that is supposed to be the pay due to my work, is dissolved.
Go X1B! Wraaaaaath!