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Chelsea 4-0 Tottenham Hotspur!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't EVEN know how they made gifs that Cast, or why I'm still awake at 1:37 AM, why Kaboul got a red card, or why Cech and dat Tottenham guy laughed when they laughed when they fell on each other.

"don't slide too fast you'll cry but if friend by side when tears it's better"

Pretty day today. But it was the last day of Club Penguin's annual fair :'(

booooooooooooooo

My friend Keziah, my sister and I really hit it on the "Puffle Shuffle" where you had to guess where 3 individual puffles were and they were under hats and they rotated around SO MUCH and you had to guess where a certain one was. The three of us earned at least 4,000 tickets there, and our highscore was 2154, but it was meddling with our minds XD

And translated 'I hate carousels' into Filipino for my Filipino subject after seeing Stefan Bachmann's The Peculiar was translated into German, my project required a short story plot diagram, and I liked translating stuff into Tagalog, for example, "A Finger Slip" by Pawtal

Ang Paslit ng Daliri

isinulat ni Pawtal
trinanslado ni ErithacusThrush

Summary:

Chapter One

John  :   Sherlock  :  Greg

Biyernes, 19 Oktubre ng 2012

(Fri 3:24pm)

Nasa tindahan na ko, may gusto ka bang pabili para mamayang gabi?

(Fri 3:25pm)

Hindi ko alam na may mangyayari pala ngayong gabi. Pero kapag kailangan mo ngang dumating, dalhan mo ako ng petri dish. Ubus na'ng sakin.

(Fri 3:27pm)
Petri dishes? Ano? Akala ko manunood tayo ng sine….

(Fri 3:27pm)Sine, Greg, talaga? Di na tayo labing-dalawang taong mga dalagita.

(Fri 3:30pm)
Ay, di pala ako si Greg. Baka wrong number lang ata, sorry!

(Fri 3:31pm)

A. Hindi na nakikita kung aling number talaga ang rinereplayan. Lasing, ata. 

(Fri 3:32pm)

Eh kasi kakakuha ko lang ng bagong cellphone, at nag-sorry na naman ako, kaya wag ka na maging masungit.

(Fri 3:32pm)Sinasayang mo ang oras ko.

(Fri 3:33pm)
'Sus. Go back to you're petri dishes.

(Fri 3:33pm)
*Your.

(Fri 3:33pm)
Ha?

(Fri 3:35pm)

I-kinorekta ko lang ang grammatical error mo. Ginagawa yan ng mga taong nangangbang mawawala ang mga may-utak na tauhan sa daigdig.

(Fri 3:36pm)
Meron akong utak! I-nautocorrect un.

(Fri 3:36pm)May defensibo naman dito.

(Fri 3:38pm)
Palagi ka bang ganito?

(Fri 3:39pm)

Kapag nakikiusap lang sa idyota. Ibigsabihin--lahat.

(Fri 3:41pm)

Mahal ka ng sobrang-sobra ng mga tao sa trabaho mo, diba?

(Fri 3:41pm)Kolehiyo.

(Fri 3:42pm)

Seryoso ka?

(Fri 3:43pm)

Bakit ang hirap paniwalaan?

(Fri 3:43pm)
Dahil kasi sa ano--mo? Ewan….

(Fri 3:44pm)

Clarong nag-aaral ka rin. Third year highschool, kung pwede, kapag hinusga sa grammar mo.

(Fri 3:46pm)
2nd year sa college, nag-aaral ako ng medicine.

(Fri 3:47pm)

Ang husay.

(Fri 3:50pm)

Ano naman pinag-aaralan mo?

(Fri 3:53pm)

Ah--hindi na ako pumupunta sa kolehiyo. Di na, ngayon. Gumagawa ako ng sarili kong trabaho sa mga bagay na nagugustohan ko.

(Fri 3:54pm)
Teka, diba sinabi mo na sakin college ka pa?

(Fri 3:55pm)

Oo, pero, dapat nasa college pa ako. Merong… nangyari.

(Fri 3:55pm)
A… in-expel ka?

(Fri 3:57pm)

Pwedeng ganoon.

(Fri 3:58pm)
Anong nangyari?

(Fri 4:00pm)Mahabang kwento at may ginagawa ako.

(Fri 4:04pm)

Ah, ok. Ewan ko lang kung bakit iniisip ko na sasabihin mo ung istorya mo. Di ko pa nga alam pangalan mo.

(Fri 4:06pm)
Sherlock.

(Fri 4:06pm)
Ha? Ano yan?

(Fri 4:06pm)

Pangalan ko. Sherlock ang pangalan ko.

(Fri 4:07pm)
Sherlock, yan ang pangalan mo?

(Fri 4:07pm)

Salamat sa paulit-ulit na pag sabi ng kaka-bigay ko sayong impormasyon.

(Fri 4:09pm)

Kasi…. nakakaiba lang sya.

(Fri 4:11pm)

At siguradong ang pangalan mo ay karaniwan at may walang importansya kompara sakin.

(Fri 4:13pm)
...John. 

(Fri 4:13pm)

Saradong kaso.

(Fri 4:14pm)

Oh, shut up. 

(Fri 4:14pm)

Di ko pwedeng sabihin na hindi 'to masayang gawin.

(Fri 4:15pm)

Ano? Pangiinis mo sakin?

(Fri 4:15pm)

Oo.

(Fri 4:15pm)

Kaakit-akit.

(Fri 4:17pm)

Unang beses pa lang yan na may taong binalagtasan ako ng ganyang salita.

(Fri 4:16pm)

Hindi naman ako na-sorpresa, sa katunayan. Mahusay naman ako?

(Fri 4:16pm)
I wouldn’t go as far to say ‘well’. You’re managing.

(Fri 4:17pm)

Sige, basta, salamat sa pagsasama mo sakin habang nag-lalakad ako pauwi.

(Fri 4:18pm)

Kinaya kong tiisin.

(Fri 4:23pm)

Pero, kailangan ko sabihing, ine-expekto kong makita kang umaakyat sa bintana ko mamyang gabi, na merong kutsilyo sa gitna ng ngipin mo. "Wag makiusap sa di mo kilala", at lahat nun.

(Fri 4:25pm)

Pero pupunta ka sa ibang bahay para sa party mamyang gabi, katulad ng ginagawa ng simpleng mga tao kapag gabi ng Biyernes.

(Fri 4:26pm)

Ay, oo nga pala.

(Fri 4:26pm)

Hihintayin ka ng kutsilyo ko.

KAY GEEZERS

Ang poot ko sa karousel

Isang araw, mayroong parke at sa parke mayroong karousel. May binatang nakasuot ng grey na hoody at hipster na salamin na tininta ng itim, at nagpasiya syang mamasyal sa parke. Nakuha ang tinging nya ng karousel. Wala naman syang ginagawa, kaya pumunta siya sa toll-booth para bumili ng tiket sa sunod na ikot ng karousel.

Ang babae sa toll-booth, tagapamasid ng mga nakakaibang mga pangyayari sa parke, ay hindi masyadong binigyan ng ibang pansin ang malumbay na binata. Nginitian nya siya pagtapos nya itong bigyan ng sukli, para sana masayahan naman siya. Bumulong ang binatilyo ng salamat, at sumandal sa bar sa may karousel. Pinanood nya ang ilang mga bata na nagkukunwaring sumasakay sila sa kabayo pasulong sa malayong-malayong lugar.

Nagpapatunog sya ng kantang galing sa pambatang tula, at napaiyak siya, inaalala ang mga araw sa ugoy ng duyan niya, at ang piling ng kanyang ina habang kinakantahan ito, pati ang mga maya sa puno ay ang armonya. Umalinlangan syang pumasok sa karousel noong kumalpana ang timbre. Tumigil ang mekanismo, at isang sirbiyente ay binuksan ang labasan. Bumaba ang mga bata, naka ngiti, mga magulang sinasamahan papunta sa mga ibang rehiyon ng parke.

May mga ibang bata na iniharap ang kanilang mga tiket, at sila'y pinapasok. "Ser?" sabi ng isang attendant. Namula sya, dahil sobra syang matanda para sa mga karousel, at etong attendant alam yun, pero nagtanong parin sya kung papasok ang binata. "A, okay," sinagot nya, ngumiti ng onti, at tinangal ang shades nya. Sa wakas, mayroong talinong pumunta sa kanya, at binulsa nya ang shades. Etong attendant, parang may naaalala siya sa mukha nya, pero ayaw nyang alahanin ang memorya, dahil masakit.

Plus my classmate celebrated his 15th birthday yesterday, and a good friend his 30-something (HAHAHAHAHA lol) today. WHOA, BROS, YOUR OLD

I did this for Isaiah leh classmate and 103901 people liked it XD

Ye, at all measures a pretty day.

(Not) Been a long time coming since I've seen your face

Sorry, I wrote a new poem on Dad's BlackBerry while we were waiting for the light to come back bye

you may cry now

hello seattle

coffee beans on the window sill

wilting sunflower

i didn't know 

you would leave me in a battle

thought you'd save me they kill

but new blue skies every hour

ginger cat meows

only him and i in apartment

tv is on laptop charging

clothes on floor and bed

how you left it how

sit on the chair i can't

you aren't sitting with me darlin'

cat is hungry wasn't fed

open fridge there is a note

buy one milk and three breads

your handwriting

when do you come

cat is ok he ate in boat

in bathtub toilet paper shreds

i write in book keep in margin with love like rome

why is there soap you put in the fridge?

humming bird mind

air conditioner legit

empty mailbox work to do

photos of bridge

ice cream so fine

nice to be happy a bit

maybe it will last, coo!

bet your house messi score that

he did not he missed goal

change channel mancini's scarf on coatrack

blues miss him too do they

will you read this on your bat

cricket is good you are better, soul

is there internet or is there lack 

hope you will find way home yay

weeeeeeee~ let's cry now~ I wish I was famous on Wattpad

'Been a long time coming since I've seen your face

I'm a bit sad, you think? Blacked out whole February except for Sochi. And I'm really sorry for the abandonment of the past Challenge. I'll try to rebuild it, try. But for the meantime, my dad's been pining to see my blog or something, and through his eyes I think he wouldn't be largely impressed with the past content of the blog. (BUUUUUUT, THIS IS WHO I AM, DADA :'c). So I'll post this short beginning for a story I wrote that's been swimming in my head for maybe four days:




Kathmandu. The dust and the fumes envelop its valley, yellowing the newspapers that flap through the wind and the people who walk in its streets all day long. The tea on the box it was set upon has already gone cold. Cars honk their horns, screech their brakes, and make the dust fly all the more. Chickens in the tiny bazaar across the road wander around and the children play along with them. Above, the skies are a dichotomy, grey and blue clashing together. Black kites, house crows, mynas and sparrows make it their playground, coexisting together. A young man to the far right across the road cautiously evades the cars as he crosses, dark, curly hair bobbing with the hands that signal the cars he is crossing. He shuffles by, stepping onto the sidewalk. Looking around, he skips towards the shops along the roads that sell khaja, candy, sim cards and whatnot. His shoulder bag's flap sways away from its body, and he fumbles to close it. He glances at the cup of cold tea atop a box. "You're here," he says. "Late again," I utter, taking the cup and trying to remember what cold chiya tastes like.





Was it pwetty?? I somehow want to send it to The Kathmandu Post. By the way, I submitted another short story I wrote, last night to their Fiction Park, and it's the first time for me to do so, so I'm

"What ees the story?"--I'm not the one who spouts book reviews, and when people swarm around me asking what the book I'm blocking my face with is about, I tell them to read the back. 

PAHAHAHA, yes, but not block it like that, I messed up my room for finding the right jacket that could fit my book in front of my head.after seeing this

And here is how I described it to someone who looked like my cousin Shayne this morning:
"There's this teenager who goes to a carousel, in a park, and he sits on a horse and observes stuff and then he sees the girl he loves on the carousel and they ride horses together then the carousel stopped the girl stood up and she talks about a story and the boy reaches out to her hands but she disappears into the air I called them Aragorn and Arwen you know" SO MY DESCRIPTION IS LAME

"What ees it called?"--I hate carousels (Grey Eyes). Because there was this anon on Tumblr and he asked me "I hate carousels" cause my URL was ILikeCarousels hey Anton

"How did you send eet to the newspaper?"--I've never written a letter to companies and stuff like that even though it's been in every one of my schoolbooks  each grade/class/year a lot of times I'm awkward so I sent my story to Dad and Mom first this week and I said "I wanna send this to Kathmandu Post every Sunday they post short fiction stories on posts". Mom read it and she was

so eventually, Dad wrote us a letter last night, and he's a guru at writing letters HALP ME DAD I WANNA BE LIEK U and yeah, I'm waiting for their reply

"Samsamsamsamsam I wanna read eet before eet comes out"--I hate carousels (Grey Eyes)

OKAY NOW MY LAPTOP IS GONNA DIE. And so many gifs, you say? I haven't been here for months RAARGHAHRGAHAHHARGRGRAHAHRGAHHAGHGHGHH
Arrivederci.

(MR PEABODY AND SHERMAN TOMORROW WOO feel agaaaaaaaaain I can feel agaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiin.)

WINTER OLYMPICS OPENING EVENT *cries* (and warning below)

And warning. Beyond this post are scary, terrifying posts that any proper blogger has ever seen, because of the haphazard memes, song lyrics, drawings and text things that only I understand. If you ever dare to go through all of them and say "It's actually legit" after, then I salute you.