Why are they called “thoughts” and not “thinks?” It’s probably a stupid question, and if I think hard enough I’d probably wind up with the general answer, but as it is I am too lazy to think, much more think, hard, so I am putting this out there. “Thinks.” I have a lot of thinks. Could be that it sounds too much like things or sinks. There are so many thinks running through my head. Could be its irreversible nature, that it is in the past,thought, not the present, think, and you cannot unthink what has been thought. I don’t know; I don’t really care, “think” as a noun sounds ridiculous when you think about it.
- The clock just ticked 9:00 PM and I am sleepy as hell.
- I bought a bunch of Stabilo pens so I can decorate my planner, but I got trigger happy so, yeah… my planner sucks ass. God why am I so stupid sometimes.
- I watched Little Fockers with my family today.
- I really hate my planner right now.
- And myself for ruining aforementioned planner.
- I watched How I Met Your Mother over the weekend and tried really hard to not like it because that would make me cool… or something.
- I liked it, a lot.
- I hate school!
- That’s all.
I just found out this morning that, for a little more than four months now, I’ve been sitting in the same classroom as Marcus fucking Adoro. How could I not know that? Holy shit! I always thought that guy exuded some extreme rockstar vibes (the guitar he always brought to class helped a bit), and he was slightly older than the average college student, but holy shit, I wasn’t really expecting him to be Marcus Adoro of the Eraserheads (aka the Fab Four of the Philippines, holy shit!)!
He even played in front of our class! I can’t deal! I have to constantly erase the cuss words (of amazement) as I type them down! I feel pretty damn GREAT. If I died right now, I’d be totally fine with it. Well, not really, but holy shit!
I was so damn happy that I was smiling all throughout (he played for thirty minutes) and I had to stop myself from squealing in joy. He even played the intro of ‘Hey Joe’. Yes he did. Or at least something that 100% sounded like it. He even plays harmonica! Can you tell that I’m really excited about this! Because looking at all these exclamation points makes me even giddier!
I wish I’d known like four months before, because that was our last Philo 12 meeting. Dude, I could have gotten his autograph! Or his number! Probably not.
But I’m totally okay with that.
(And did I mention that Buddy Zabala used to be my neighbour, or something, and he also went to my birthday party once? Except he was just standing by the doorway. And we don’t really know each other. He was just there. COOL STORY.)
I feel great.
Oh and as soon as I got out of the classroom, I let out a short squeal because I could not hold it any longer.
As you (might) know, I pretty damn love Tagalog and/or Filipino. I think it’s one of the best, if not the best language(s… okay… um…) in the world. But it doesn’t really follow that I’m an expert when it comes to speaking it.
I’m not. I’m somewhat ashamed to admit that I forgot that the word “rehiyon,” as well as other words (that I don’t want to remember, it’s really painful memory), existed. I tried contributing to a Filipino discussion once, I had to stop every minute to translate my thoughts into Filipino.
I mean, I’m just a speaker. I’m not exactly fluent. I suppose in a day 90% of the words I use are Filipino, but we all know that doesn’t mean I’m great at it. I’m terrible. I guess one of these days, I’ll try a little harder.
I’m not really trying to make a point, I don’t think. I just wish some people would appreciate Tagalog/Filipino, because it is a great fucking language. A lot of people think of it as patapon or skwater or something, and some people even think it’s unintellectual (whatever, man), but I guess they never really took the time to admire it.
I wish they would stop taking it for granted.
