playshopping. 5 of many

three songs were rehearsed last tuesday, three more today. and much like what i thought of merrily we roll along, this musical sounds real good as you go along and listen to it and sing it over and over.

my first impression of both musicals weren't that good. forgive my seemingly lack of taste, but now I realize both are pretty impressive. especially when teacher allan gives each of the four voice groups a different note to sing for the same friggin line. haha and the songs stick in your head and you wish rehearsals happen every single day...

but it doesn't. after realizing we are ahead of schedule, annoying allan introduced us to this acting thing. it's not a game, more of an exercise. he calls out an emotion, then a name, then the person who owns that name is supposed to show the emotion to everyone as he relates to a chair. yeah, pretty funny when you think about it but damn was it hard when it came to getting angry. hehe he had to call me like five times before i got it right...

i actually didn't get it right. but i had to go earlier than usual for my first itm11 long test. missed the riot and the after-class stuffs our playshop class does.


[currently listenin to georgia on my mind and this cute kokoro song.] i need to sleep, badly

reading | watching

was reading another shel silverstein book at shang's national bookstore a day ago and found out that shel silverstein is actually a guy. shel is a he.

twas called "the giving tree". about a tree who gives everything and seemingly gets nothing in return. i love it how mr. silverstein writes his books. short enough to be read at some bookstore, simple enough to be understood by kids, deep enough to be enjoyed by my mother, well-illustrated enough to be opened by my brother and the baklayberx. he wrote "the missing piece meets the big O" too.

read it both, u guys. it's like "hope for the flowers", only less didactic. to think yellow the caterpillar's story wasn't moralizing already... but you'll get my point when you read all three.


was watching Ray! before sleeping, third time. but i was friggin moved again, i don't know why. just a beautiful beautiful film. and not just because of jamie foxx. the rest of the cast gets little credit but they were really really good too. u watch it again and you see something new, you hear something new, you realize something new. and you don't even have to. it's got a really heavy story with some really low lows of somebody's life and yet you feel good even if all the credits went up, and the player is turned off.

makes me wana watch "the crying ladies" again.

playshopping. 4 of many

after some dancing lessons, improv games and the auditon day, we started working for our showcase on the 27th of May.

it's called "who do you say i am?", an Easter musical. a musical about Jesus without Jesus on stage. the makers say it's a presentational musical not a representational musical. whatever the difference, it sure sounds like a praise and worship concert. over the weeks, as we immerse ourselves more and more with this material, i think i'll understand better the reasons why this musical was chosen, even made.

you guys tell me if you intend to watch us on stage. i'll be Matthew the disciple.


and oh, new friends from playshop found a new place to stay after class. at that sushi bar [with a not so good calif maki, i must add] in shang's bar strip. we used to stay at boca boca for the past 5 or so sessions... and all we do is talk talk and talk. pretty fun to think we were strangers just weeks ago. 15 sessions more and hopefully the calatagan thing will push through as a class. woohoo

dare to shiFt

legal management. now my course. woohoo

and i must say loadreving in the ateneo is not that hard. well for me it isn't. just don't go back on the date the secretary wants you to, go back like two days later to ensure that the paper your waiting for is almost as good as done. they don't seem to mind if you're not hurrying up and in my case, nothing was at stake since i got the required class already before even being admitted to the course. so me shifting, totally different to what i imagined, was just a breeze.

so breezy in fact that now i'm not doing anything and it's still an hour before my itm11 class. so i currently am facing computer number 78 of the rizal library annex for this and for mirc chatting i haven't done for months, never will mirc again at home so only here in school can i do this- same risks, different pcs, evil laugh.

chatted with riza, haven't spoken to her or any other hibiscan for quite some time now, except for jed who doesn't count. so to her and the many others who sent their condolences for my phone [feb'05 - apr18,'o5], thank you very much. i hope it rests in pieces so no one else could use it.

and wait, din posted that the same thing happened to her. wow. that's something to talk about! tsktsk.

jansen, another hibiscan, is currently freaking out right now in the channel for reasons i don't know. i suddenly miss second year. hibiscus. amazing race to danao. water fights. under the tree classes. camping at the beach. dancing shanti-shanti. chandy. and almost all of them will gather next week for serah's debut, another hibiscan, without me. boohoo. well not really. woohoo.

it's almost class time, finally. but i'm so sleepy already. slept at 3am til 7am today. i need to sleep so i'm ditching krikri's plan to go to eastwood. or maybe i'll just go there for a few hours or somethin'. hmm

it's a friday. i need to shift gears, it still feels like a dull monday. uhm, yeah

wait, to copy from py, dede dedent dede dedent. papa ratzy looks like uncle fester and i'm not a heretic, just sharin

got held up today woohoo

and you can't get any more straightforward than that..
yup, nahold.up ko today, a hundred meters from the katipunan LRT station. funny how God tells you you're not in a perfect world.
lost my phone, again...

...to two guys, one with a knife, the other with a gun.. which i didn't see [the gun i didn't, the knife i did, twas in front of me. hehe] but i didn't really care anymore..

they were like sabay ka lang sa amin kong ayaw mong masaktan or something and was chekin my belongings... on that dark area by the station.. that friggin station's lights didnt reach that friggin part.. couldav saved my phone.. the jeepney strike didnt help either, cudav been taking the u.p route..

then they were like hawakan muna namin phone mo tsaka pera mo kasi yung kasama namin sa unahan kakapkapan ka, i was like huwag na.. ok lang ako kung kapkapan nya or somthin.. and he was like buhay o cellphone.. i was like buhay pero.. and he slapped me on the face.. yeah fuckin slap on the face and i dont fuckin know why no one saw us or why i fuckin didnt care anymore.. all i cared was i get away from those fuckin two guys..

and so with my phone and cash they told me to walk straight towards the lrt station, i did and managed not to freak out.. saw mae from cie, tracy from sacred heart and shani from cagayan and was like you three be real careful.. hehe they looked kinda freaked out too.. and was cursin like crap there in front of them.. what a nice first meeting for me and tracy.. hehe she looked like she was really thinkin about stuff cause mae was like shit i have three phones with me right now.. maayu gani.. hehe they looked real funny.. if i wasnt freakin out i cud have laughed at them then and there or somethin..

but those fuckin two weren't real criminals, i think.. i mean i dont think they were really after my money.. there story about their enemy fraternity slash gang or something and me looking like one of their members seemed real cause when he grabbed my phone and searched for cash.. some receipts of mine went down and he still picked them up.. and placed them back on my wallet, quite neatly even.. i mean a hardcore thief wouldnt do that right? hehe whatever.

moral of the story, never go there alone again. but hardly no one listens to morals these days anymore.. and what's also cool is that three or so days ago, i copied my phonebook to my e-mail inboxes so losing the phone wasnt really big of a deal.. but i was suggested not to tell my parents though, so u guys dont tell them yet, ok? thanks.

take care and be on the look out for guys that are after some stuff.

what's Sex got to do with it, 30%

and oh, before i forget...

thank God that fuggin incident didnt make me

...30% of us Filipinos do NOT know that having sex creates babies.

yup, read earlier before my 430 itm11 class, published on Time Magazine and was based on a study by the Philippine government.

whew! 3 out of 10 of us do not know how children are really made. to think those babies-through-the-stork-or-some-other-bird aren't even popular here in our country.


so go and spread the word. u make babies when u have sex slash make love slash do it slash forget the condom slash the pill didn't work slash it's raining and you've got nothin else to do.

cheaverz creepers, pic

ah cheaverz. used to be a really good bbq place. until they switched from banana leaves on wooden plates to rice.cooker-cooked-rice on plastic plates. days gone by. from the right is nikki [with the glasses], mandy, jb, me, rogie, jerah [partly hidden] and some girl i can't figure out who. they used to have huge glasses for iced teas too... used to. everythin here is "used to", you know what i mean

playshopping. 3 of many

played a barbie game.

did a recap of everythin we did since last week.

prepared a dance number with a partner.

discussed stage stuff and profilin stuff and blocking stuff.

played this really weird game where you roll on top of everyone lyin down. everyone

all in a really weird beach outfit.


really tiresome day. ateneo's got lots to improve for summer reg stuff. not that i'm complainin'.
goin back tomorrow to school for more stuff to fix. boohoo

karl is googlism

got this from bea who got it from ria who got it from her friend. [googlism.com] pretty way to fill out nothingness.

googlism for: karl

karl is a board
karl is your friend
karl is bored
karl is lost
karl is ready to meet ngonge
karl is allowed fewer notes
karl is a zero
karl is sitting behind a counter
karl is that you? it is the late summer of '14
karl is the most comprehensive list of internet resources for auditors and accountants available
karl is the all
karl is very happy with his fart machine
karl is cutting the wood for the wings of the guitar
karl is a language for the conceptual
karl is the exquisite diet
karl is listed in the credits as "the voice"
karl is approximately 1
karl is shocked
karl is moving toward the east
karl is reluctant to leave
karl is being released from the hospital
karl is the owner of the speaking connection
karl is the man
karl is most noted for his ability to take the mystique out of brand management and make it practical for organizations to implement
karl is a very engaging speaker with a good sense of humor to keep his audience interested
karl is the author of the award
karl is dead
karl is to fill or to narrow the gap between the implementation and the conceptual description of a knowledge
karl is a cnn congressional correspondent
karl is very shy
karl is about to climb
karl is a management consultant
karl is a pga master professional who has provided regular schools for many groups in canada and directed the irgo golf academy
karl is most famous for its original curry which is highly praised by noted gourmets and chefs
karl is also active in significant international organisations within the intellectual property profession
karl is a co
karl is a small companion lake to the sprawling and much larger long island to which it is connected by both a 35 rod portage out of its northwest end
karl is his e
karl is a knight of the borderlands
karl is a crock
karl is thankful that he has been saved from many negative influences that the devil has placed in his path
karl is immediately behind him
karl is encouraged to breathe and feel the drugs leave his body causing him to feel life come through his body
karl is a reliable kindred
karl is a native of this area
karl is dead; therefore wiesenthal is the only one still suffering the consequences of his silence
karl is one of the mysterious men in black
karl is pushed out into the world
karl is a quick worry
karl is just walking around
karl is going to get very tired of trying to convince people
karl is the antidote to the stultification factor in this thing
karl is a smart man who said a very dumb thing
karl is a human
karl is on this list and > > perhaps he can > > comment publicly so that
karl is the bomb
karl is to be released from a mental home after serving 25 years for murder
karl is.

playshopping. 2 of many

after some stupid-lookin floor and body exercises like breathing like a dog panting and stuff with your tongues in then out then in again, we had the enter-change-exit game. you enter in character, change characters in the middle of the set then exit.

then each of us performed monologues annoying allan asked us to memorize. then three girls from gma 7 come in saying they're gonna feature parts of our class in some parts of their show. its on sunday, 11am.

then we had a really cool hat game were you think of a character really quick depending on the hat you randomly pick from a pile.

did other games. learned a lot. lots of fun. two hours and thirty minutes never turned out to be this fast.

burying what you can't, again

i love how cnn put it...

the world's leaders are here gathered and for the first time, it's not about them.


it was about the pope.
and talkin about him, a lot of people my age would think, isn't the coolest thing in the world but he was a really cool guy, had a really cool job, a really cool life, a really cool coffin, a really cool guest list, a really cool purpose, a really cool legacy, a really cool surname.

he is laid to rest today and i'll miss his sweet face. i'll miss seeing him in a mosque, in a synagogue, in a popemobile. i'll miss seeing him swallow his pride so we cud have more of ours.
he taught many of the church's most hated teachings but remained most loved.


and in just seven days, i say goodbye to two of the most wonderful people. watalyf

playshopping. 1 of many

joined playshop today. class started last tuesday so i missed that.

today was about posture, breathing, projection and articulation.
concentration and body exercises too.
and games? lots.
cool people? lots

seemingly boring? sure wasn't.

made the most mistakes of the 18 playshoppers in class so i had to "entertain" em along with 2 other criminals of other crimes. sang a song as a tyrannosaurus rex. how's that for entertainment

was laid-back, ash said for her first impression of me. she's one of the playshoppers. pretty cool.
not bad for a first day.

not bad at all

eyes lookin everywhere. pic

exactly a year ago, i think. half of baklayberx = paupau, py, ne, mandy, ibyang, me. + rogie, rej, jer, noel, nikki, jb &lani. jb & lani was with us then, i think. i miss youguys and even if the picture looks nasty, it brings back great memories of iced tea, gambas, the Philippine flag, red horse and the lucky waiters.

burying what you can't

you don't normally call your grandfather tatay.
tatay means father, after all.
but still all of us, his grandchildren, called him that.
because he was.

he was tatay when he would wake me up real early in the morning for a glass of milk, some white squarish cookies they called hakubena, and a book or two that he would read to me.
he was tatay when he would take his bike, hours after that early morning snack, along with some empty plastic bags and hours later return home with bags full of the sweetest of bananas or the freshest of fish for lunch, snack and dinner.
he was tatay when, aboard a shipping vessel to cebu from masbate, he would ask me to sleep during inspection time so we need not pay for my fare.
he was tatay when he would walk unwalkable distances for good bread, even with the presence of a car, jeepneys and stuff.
he was tatay when last summer he sent to me, even in the presence of e-mail or text or phone calls or webcams, a beautifully handwritten letter about choosing what path to take in life, choosing a career and valuing education.
he was tatay when two weeks ago, in our last real conversation, he still talked about school. that's the first thing he asked even if he already had a hard time speaking and rarely uttered a word thanks to cancer.

because that's what he was. he was a teacher, a mentor, an adviser, a grandfather, one who valued education more than anything else in the world. he touched so many lives with it and he is happy. he is even happier seeing you all today gathered for him. he was tatay. he will rest in peace.


-my response with the occasional sob during the necrological services of tatay,
the late Charlemagne G. Merioles, Sr. buried april 2 2005.

suba basbas. pic

exactly a year ago at some beach. i miss the sand, the faces, the hangin' rice, the dialect, the sarcasm, the subtle jerkin' of elbows, the immaturity, the times.