Thursday, September 30, 2004

fiction: untitled

"Shit!"

The sound of a shattering figure of a dog lifting a barbell startled Josh as he shook his fist as if to fan away the pain he deliberately caused.

"Oh fuck. Kelly will kill me"

Josh stared at the screen once more paying little attention to the pieces of ceramics on the floor. A few minutes ago, he was just chatting with Leslie, a girl he had known since high school. He planned to save the conversation as a text file as he always did whenever he happened to chat with her, but this time, the instant messaging software he was using suddenly had an error and Josh could only open his mouth in shock as the program closed the down the chat window abruptly.

Something stirred in Josh' mind as he was staring at his desktop wallpaper that he suddenly stood up and walked over hurriedly to the study desk directly across the room

"Paper, paper..." thought Josh as he searched through the organized chaos that is his study desk. He found what he was searching for: a copy of the programme for the recently concluded Engineering Graduation. "This will do.", Josh said to himself as he walked back to his computer. He then hastily grabbed a pen from the Pringles container turned pen holder, knocking over another one of her sister's prized Polgas figurines. This time though, Josh was fast enough to prevent the statuette from shattering to pieces.

With a sigh and a swipe of the back of his hand on his forehead, Josh focused his thoughts and put down his pen on the slightly crumpled programme.

(to be continued???)

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

sulat: kubori fanfic

i'm currently experiencing a drought. i had some ideas floating around in my head but i couldn't find the words... so in the mean time, let me post this crudely written Kubori Kikiam fanfic i did some months ago which i had loads of fun writing.

and no, i don't have plans continuing this cliffhanger. or altering it to make it more... presentable.

bahala na kayo.

pardon the profanity, pornography, and really stupid sentence construction. and also the acronyms. and i don't have anything against the UP Paranormal Society... please don't sue me.

Kubori Kikiam, Manny, Benjo and Dodon are properties of its creators and were used with permission (yeah right) from Michael David. Everything else is mine... i think.

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Kubori Kikiam: Nginig Files
"Maitim na Aura"


Nang minsang napagawi ang ating mga bida sa UP (Unibersidad ng Pila) ...

"Oy Benjo, nagugutom na ko. Nasan na ba tayo? Akala ko ba maraming nakapilang babae at pagkain dito eh ilang oras na tayong naglalakad eh--"

"Tangina Manny, tumahimik ka nga. Eto na o, malapit na tayo sa pagkain... ayun oh, ang daming taong lumalabas ng CASAA" ang sagot ni Dodon na nagtutulo na ang laway at pawis dahil sa gutom at init. Mga ilang oras na rin silang naglalakad sa AS Walk (A-ngdaming S-tudents) habang naninilip sa mga nagdadaang freshies.

"Tama! Pero huminahon ka ng konti Dodon... eyng? Ohmigulay, ayun o PINK!!" ang bulalas ni Benjo sabay turo sa itaas.

Tamang-tama ay may dumaan na pasalungat na tatlong babaeng animo may maitim na balak sa kanilang utak (kasi ang aura nila ay maitim!) at minamata nila ang tatlo nating bida. Hindi ito na-sense ng mga kikiam dahil tamang-tama namang may dumaan na naka-miniskirt sa kanilang ibabaw at alam na natin kung saan sila nakatingin... lingid sa kaalaman ng mga ito na taga Babaylan ang naka-miniskirt na yun.

"Ay! Nahulog ko yung bolpen ko! Wait lang guys."

Sa isang iglap ay nararamdaman na lang ni Benjo na lumilipad sya...

"Huh? Bakit ganito... wait... I'm flying! I'm flying!", sigaw ni Benjo habang nakapikit at umaagos ang luha sa mata...

Natauhan si Benjo na parang may gumuhit na liwanag sa kanyang utak. Nagulat kasi siya nang tumambad sa kanyang paningin ang nagpupumiglas na dibdib ng isang babaeng nakablusang itim at maya-maya lang ay natanaw na nya ang isang mukhang may nakakatakot na ngiti at madilim na balak sa mata...

Saka lang namalayan ni Benjo na siya pala ay napulot na ng isang babaeng maitim ang aura! Ang cute pa man din, kamukha ni Sadako nung di pa sya nalulunod sa balon!

"Bitawan mo ako! Sino ka ba? Wag mo kong kainin! Di ako kikiam, tae ako!", ang bulalas ni Benjo habang nagpupumiglas na parang buhay na... um... kamote.

Ngumiti lang ang babae sa kanya. Ooooh... scary. Waring may nakita ang babae sa gilid ng mata nito kung kaya't yumuko ulit ito na halos tumuwad na...

Dahil hindi naman ganun katanga si Benjo, naisip nyang wala na syang magagawa at tumigil na sa kakapiglas... hahayaan na lang nya ang buhay nya sa kamay ng babaeng tatawagin nya sa pangalang Samara.

At sa pagtuwad ni Samara, nakita na naman ni Benjo ang nagpupumiglas na waring mga buhay na... melon, at bigla nyang naisip ang kanyang dalawang kasama. Tama ang hinala nya; pagkatapos ng ilang segundong pagpipigil sa pagtingin sa kanyang harap ay nakita nya ang Manny at Benjo sa may likuran ni Samara na agos laway at luha na sa kakatitig sa maumbok na puwit ni Samara, na ang tanging tumatakip lang ay puting panty na may pattern na... itim na bungo. *kidlat!*

"Hoy, Lucy! Nakita mo na ba yung bolpen mo? Tara na bilisan mo, may genmeet pa tayo!"

"Nandyan na ko Vizzy!" ang sagot ni Samara na ngayo'y Lucy pala.

Nagtatakbo si Lucy papunta kay Vizzy at sa pagmamadali ay may nahulog na flier mula sa bag ni Lucy. Eto namang si Benjo ay kahit na alanganin na ang kahihinatnan ng kanyang buhay ay taimtim namang nagdarasal ng pasasalamat para sa nagba-bounce na tanawin na kanyang nakikita sa mga minutong iyon...

Samantala, mga ilang minuto ring nakatanga sa kawalan si Manny at Dodon ng maalala ni Manny na nagugutom nga pala sya.

"Wow. Hanep yon, ang bilog-bilog! Benjo, tara kain na tayo... Benjo?"

Nagpaikot-ikot si Manny sa kakahanap kay Benjo na parang nagsasayaw na... marshmallow, habang si Dodon ay nakatanga pa rin sa kawalan...

"Ang bilog... pakwan... yum! *slurp*", ang binabanggit ni Dodon habang parang asterisk ang mata at naglalaway... *Whapakk!*

"AY PUTANGINA!!! Sinong sumapok?!? Sinong sumapok?!?... powtah", ang nagitlang sigaw ni Dodon habang hinuhugot ang kanyang sandata...

Kinalabit ni Manny si Dodon.

"Hindi ako ang sumapok... pero nawawala si Benjo. Nasa kanya ang pera, pano na tayo kakain?"

"Hah? Tangina, malaking problema to...teka anhin natin ang pera", ang sabi ni Dodon na hinihimas ang ulo.

Sinuri ni Dodon ang paligid. Habang inililingon nya ang kanyang ulo ay ginagalugad nya ang pinakamalalim na dulo ng kanyang utak para sa alaala ng nakalipas na kinse minutos...

Nakita ni Dodon sa gilid ng kanyang mata ang flier na nahulog mula sa bag ni Lucy. "Hmm... wala iyon kanina.", naisip ni Dodon. Pinuntahan nya ito at ito ang kanyang nabasa:

Ikaw ba ay ginagambala ng masasamang pangitain sa tuwing sasapit ang dilim? Ikaw ba ay nakakakita ng mga bagay na nagdudulot ng bangungot? Kung gayon, halina't sumali sa Paranormal Association, orientation mamayang 7pm sa PH111... magdala ng belo, rosaryo at isang kwintas ng sampaguita. Hanapin si Lucy, Vizzy or Mindy. Tara na... gumagabi na.

"Tanginang haba ng flier na to... Manny, san ka na?"

"Dodon, subukan mo to mukhang masarap... alam mo na kung saan si Benjo?", ang tanong ni Manny na lumalapit tangan ang isang gagambang Chem-Pav

"Oo. Dito, sa rm 111 mamayang 7pm. Malakas ang kutob ko.", ang matigas na sagot ni Dodon...

"Pano mo naman nasabi na nandyan nga siya mamaya... *ngasab!*", tanong obviously ni Manny.

Kaunting katahimikan... waring nagdidilim ang paligid at umiihip ang hangin...

"Kasi... naramdaman ko... ang maitim na aura sa flier na ito." ,ang pabulong na sagot ni Dodon na namumuti at nanlilisik ang mata...

Tanging ang nguya lamang ni Manny ang bumasag sa katahimikang nanaig...

Sunday, September 12, 2004

notes: special theory of relativity

according to Einstein's special theory of relativity, as an observer travels near the speed of light, time is slowed down and to him, everything would be stationary, like a time slice, a still picture viewed in 3d. if we were observing that speeding observer, we would probably not see him or he would be distorted to us since the length or dimensions of an object would be compressed as it accelerates to the speed of light.

this Create-a-new-post window has been open for at least thirty minutes now and so far i have written so few. it was like time flew by so fast...

what if someone witnessed how time flew as i was sitting here idly wasting away? that does mean that the witness is travelling really slow to the point that i seem to be travelling really fast and would that observer be able to see me when my body should be compressed?

that doesn't make sense right?

i wonder if there is a world where everything is so slow that if i look at our world from there, our world would seem so fast...

***

whenever i think about the upcoming licensure exams, the sense of urgency (or lack of it) drives me nuts. for the past two weeks, i haven't studied a thing and i don't know if i should be panicking or i should just shrug it off thinking there is still plenty of time.

is sixty days plenty of time? when is time plenty and when is it so few when tomorrow i might die while i am riding a bus to the review center? but what if i don't die tomorrow?

forget about that. the fact that i find time writing this instead of studying tells a lot about my current state of mind...

do i really want to go through with this licensure exam?

why do i ask that question when most people i know think of the licensure exam as a life-and-death situation, that this exam will dictate their future?

should i place myself in their situation so i could psyche myself up and study like a mad being hungry to join the working class?

but i'm not hungry. to tell you the truth, i'm not ready to get out there with them. maybe that is why i'm having all these shit running loose in my head.

enough of this. i need a hug.

Monday, September 06, 2004

names

er... i kind of robbed this from Nikki without permission. so if you're reading this, er, I borrowed it all right? Thanks. :D

Who am I? Depending on how you would answer, I might be able to tell who you are.
For example, if you call me:

Julius Zoilo Z. Oliveros - you would be Kika, K, Alva, Kass, Nica or some other person I know who has this penchant for remembering a person's whole name just for fun. Or you could be me.

Julius - you would be my Mom, Dad, Lola Turing, and all of my relatives on both sides. You would also be Ate Anne; she's the eldest among us cousins on my father's side. I wonder if they think my name sounded just perfect for me... they couldn't even give me a decent nick.

Juluis Zolio- you would be those people who can't seem to spell my name right. I'm sorry but I also can't remember who you are, i just know there are plenty of you out there.

Julias / Juleeus - you would be that immigration officer at the Los Angeles Airport. When i told him how I pronounce my name, he said, "oh so it's somewhere along the middle."

Mr. Oliveros - you would be my favorite professor, Doc Munoz. You also recently called me Mr. Olivares for some reason I really couldn't comprehend. You also mistook me for Mr. Balgoa and it took you a whole semester to tell us apart.

Kuya / Kuyah - you would be Ivan and Vanessa, my younger siblings. All of my younger cousins also call me this. Funny, I don't quite remember them calling me Kuya Julius, except on the gift tags I receive on occasions.

Zoilo / Zoya / Soya - you are definitely one of my elementary classmates, like Harold and Kay. You can also be Racle, Jenny or Lanie. And Jem DC! You could also be Nikki except that she was referring to another Zoilo in her role-play notes.

Julz - this is the nick I used ever since I left the province of Quezon and ventured in the scary world of Quezon City. I would have met you in Philippine Science High School and in UP-Diliman.

Jules - this is how most people I met in highschool and college spell my nick-name.

Joules/ Zoilot / Moliot/ Mols - ah... you are definitely one of my Barkada Table friends. I don't quite remember how my name transformed into those but believe me it had something to do with famous scientists. Definitely, only Pisay people can come up with this.

Werewoof/ Woofydogg / Woofy - my on-line identity; this name was formed with Fe's help. We were thinking of a nick for my entry in her phonebook and since it was well known among friends that I was hairy as a dog, I went for that. Except that instead of "werewolf", I would be "werewoof" since I am pa-cute and quite tame. "Woofy" evolved from that. "Woofydogg" was another evolution when I signed up for a Hotmail account: apparently, there were too many woofy's in the net, so I thought, "Hey! I should add 'Dogg' like 'Snoop Dogg!'". Lame-O.

Sergio Santibanez - you would be one of my guy classmates in II-Dahlia. And a lot of the
Back Lobby people of Pisay Batch 99, most probably Capuxx. Why this name? Because back then I looked like a hairy latino. Click here.

Taba - you would be my sister Vanessa. These days, I'm getting used to people calling me this.