Some old crumby memories...

God. I think I'm having some aftershocks.... i mean, after writing some of these stuff and all, suddenly everything comes back to my goddam head. and i did some crazy stuff today. all of a sudden i just thought about opening the crumby cabinet in the room. i have my old stuff there like the pictures, notebooks, books, and all those crumby old stuff that people save. like i have this old school paper from my HS. and its full of poems written by students which are all corny, to tell ye the truth. theres this girl who wrote about some 'cheesy' stuff on love. theres this guy trying to write some "political" stuff -- just trying to sound smart and all. and of course all school papers should be full of stuff about that goddam prom. i dont even want to think about it. then ye see some old pics with yer old friends including those who are no longer yer friends. then you'll see some old test papers. for chrissake, i saved my test papers. i dont even know why. i just dont want to throw anything, perhaps. and some sort of letters from friends which i dont really understand. i mean, sometimes friends give me some letters just saying all those crazy and corny things which mean one thing -- "thanks for being a friend". thats all they want to say but they still have to write it which just make them sound more phony. and im crazy coz i saved all of them. i dont know. looking at these stuff and thinking about how everything has changed makes me feel so depressed. i mean have ye ever thought about the former "you"? in my case, the former "roi". have you ever thought how much things have changed over the years? like yer views, attitudes, interests and all that crap. have ye stopped for a moment to think about those problems you used to have, those people you've always wanted to be with and all and years later you'll be thinking where they are, how they've all been, who they ended up with and how come you're not having those stupid problems you used to have. its crazy. its really depressing to wonder what those people are doing right now. like its been 90 years since you saw them and ye dont have any idea what theyre up to now. or if theyre still alive.
i swear its crazy. dont even think about anything like this.

What’s “BULOL” in English?

What’s “BULOL” in English? (1984 – 1989)

‘Coz that’s what I remember most about my days as a toddler. My mom – actually, everyone – has told me that I was a goddam “bulol” then. Like I can’t even pronounce the word “bulol” right. Its “buyoy”. Which is funny coz I don’t really know why these people remember this “bulol” stuff. I mean, everyone starts as “bulol”, right? I swear, they’re crazy. I wasn’t a “laki sa gatas” child, too. I didn’t like milk then. My mom said I preferred Sustagen. Which is also crazy coz I don’t think I had a choice then. I mean, don’t kids just drink whatever’s given to them? And I loved “Hopia” (the “munggo”, ok. I hate the “baboy” kind of hopia). Back then, I hated that stupid wisdom most Pinoys have. The one they call “mañana habit”. What I mean is, whenever theres food, I’d eat ‘em all instead of saying “bukas na lang yan or mamaya naman yan”. “Mapapanis lang yan” if ye leave some for tomorrow. And I remember now a phrase my crazy folks use as an example of my “bulol” language:

“Mandang hinod, nahulod – nalamod”.

I swear it’s crazy. I don’t even know why I had to say that.

And please do yourself a favor and go back to school if ye can't understand what that means.

Anyway that’s all im gonna tell ye about my life as a cute tot. Next im gonna tell ye about my life in kindergarten. I was about five then. But I don’t feel like telling ye now. I’d write it tomorrow. 

Why BLOG?

Hi there. This is roi. I don’t feel like telling you my whole name, though. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I just wanted a “place” where I could write some stuff about my life. I’ve always been glad to be blessed with quite a large memory (about 90 GB) that I remember most of the stuff – good and bad – that’s happened in my life. Lately, though, I noticed that some stuff are disappearing gradually from my brain. Like I don’t even remember the names of some of my highschool friends. I can still list down all my advisers from Kinder to H.S though. But it sucks whenever I forget some things like that. Signs of aging, ye may say. I don’t know about that. As far as I know, I’ve been in this world for 25 years now and if that’s long enough to make me forget my early life memories, then ye may surely call it signs of aging for all I care. There are other stuff I can’t remember now so before I forget more and more and more, I thought “why don’t I write down everything I remember?”. Of course, I won’t tell you everything. I don’t feel like telling ye my whole honest autobiography coz its kinda lousy you'd get bored as hell. So, I’m just writing here the good stuff about my life. Though I remember most of the crumby stuff, I just don’t feel like telling it. But if there’s something that’s both disgusting and funny, I’d write it, just for fun. I was born in 1984, btw, so I’d start there. It sounds stupid coz nobody remembers “baby” days, right? Of course everything about my “baby” days is based on hearsays from my family, cousins and all. And yeah, I’d just write whatever I think of, so if ye ever think of shouting “DIGRESSION”, yer a MORON.

So here goes my life:

1. Bulol