Theories and Whatevers: Quirks from a Sultry College Boy
Since I'm such a swinger, I guess I have to write an entry about it. Since I go with the flow, and dwell on the popular culture, I am pressured to make a comment or two about the competition. Because everyone will be making one, I have to make one too. But at least this time, I will be the first person to write about it.
For that, I must start at the start.
10.09.2006 12:00AM
I am watching a fashion show.
(Yesternight, we partied at an 'extremely cool' even at Dish in ABS-CBN sponsored by a mouth wash and my organization.
10.09.2006 02:37AM
I am holding a glass of Kamikazee.
(It was an after party night out at Eskenita near Dish. It's more of a lemon juice than an alcohol drink. I'm so not tipsy.)
10.09.2006 7:09AM
Asleep.
(Zzzz. Zzzz. And more Zzzzz.)
10.09.2006 11:45AM
I am calling Eli.
(Eli used to be an applicant in a debate-oriented organization. He failed not because of his debating skills but a lot of the members had personal issues against him. It's so not easy to hate that fag. By the way, Eli and I planned to watch it but since I haf no tickets yet, I have to call to ask him what ticket to buy.)
10.09.2006 12:30PM
I am with Earvin.
(Earvin is another fag from my organization and has an extra ticket for the Upper Box A. Instead of falling in line, I bought the extra ticket. Unfortunately, Eli's ticket is for the Box B so I have to stick with Earvin. Besides, Earvin is a funny guy gay.)
Inside the round arena are thousands of college students, drummer boys and girls, television crews, sports enthusiast and of course, the stars of the event, the spot people! Joke lang. Siyempre the real stars are the cheerdancers.
Now you know what event I'm talking about, if you're clueless, click the X in the upper right of your computer screen that says 'Close' cause you just wasted your precious time reading an entry you're completely naive about. If I could just make pagpag, this is one of the most anticipated event in my year. Way back in high school, this really motivated me to do well and pass UPCAT (so I could have all the rights to scream the Uh- cheer). When I first saw my new school squad, I tried to stop my eyes from flickering so I can clearly see 'em stand with their heads and do cartwheels.
Now, after last year's defeat, I was less hopeful that our pep can regain its glorious crown. But still, I am hopeful. As I see my schoolmates proudly cheer for our school and those angas streamers, I feel like I'm possessed with this spirit you call school. School spirit that is.
UP PO DITO
ANG OTHERS DOON
It's etymology is from the saying "There are only two schools in the Philippines: UP and others." Tabi-tabi lang po, I wish to offend no one.
I miss La Salle. Really, no matter how uber-angas those green jerks are, their non-existence in the competition and in UAAP as a whole makes me sad. Also, the lack of sponsors seems to reflect (1) the incompetency of its host school and (2) the boycott ability of the bow-and-arrow guys.
If I miss a Salle, I must say, and say it in a bold way that, I love Gretchen. The university's official courtside girl is really wonderful. She's perky. She's fluent in English. Ehem ehem. She's no inferior to any other courtside reporters. All her hirits are sure 'pasok sa banga'. After UP's performance,with all her powers, she fucking claimed that 'the competition is oh-ver'. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
I couldn't accept FEU's triumph over the us. There's really something wrong with FEU. Maybe it's the school color. Mango festival, anyone? Or the thought that they spell t a m a r a w s. Don't you agree that w is just too long to spell out? Or the social cloning of the students. They look, speak, dress, breathe alike. Huh. Plus, the fact that they were just the 'declared' champion of the 2005 Men's Basketball game was quite unbearable for me.
Oh men, I really have a lot to say in UAAP. I must then share to you guys the Ignacio Theory. Emerlito Ignacio, a graduating BC student, relates to us his theory that Diliman's 2002 freshmen are malas. In 2002, UP ranked second in the cheerdance competiton. From then on, they were never redeemed. Now, in its fourth year, we witnessed how from an almost hall-of-famer, pride of Diliman team fell to the third place of the country's most prestigious pep competition. But since theoretically and generally, it only takes four years to finish a college degree, most of the students with a 2002 student number will leave the campus. At matatanggal na rin ang sumpa. Yoohoo! But looking at the less brighter side, and becoming a devil's advocate, Iskos must now accept the awful truth that UP has lost its prestige in many many facets including our ranking in Asia (where we used to be part of the top ten).
Earvin Feliciano, also a graduating BA students, relates the pessimissm of the UP crowd. He supports his arguments by citing examples in the basketball games, specifically during the third quarter. He said that if the opponents scored only two points higher than the Maroons, many assumes our defeat. Even if we're lamang, we still have this feeling that the opponents will eventually outscore us. I agree.
Hay naku, when we lose naman, it all boils down to the cheer--Matatapang Matatali... Di ba? If you're from UP, you can't help but emphasize and stress this important word! I agree. And that is my contribution, and I call it the De Leon's Theory of Cheers. If defeated, one escapes shame by stressing an important word on his school hymn. Another supporting argument: UP Naming Mahal Pamantasan magpakailan...Mabuhay ang Pag-asa ng Bayan!
Right after the event, I saw someone something which destroyed my day. Really destroyed my day. I forgot to tell it to not show its face to me.
For that, I must start at the start.
10.09.2006 12:00AM
I am watching a fashion show.
(Yesternight, we partied at an 'extremely cool' even at Dish in ABS-CBN sponsored by a mouth wash and my organization.
10.09.2006 02:37AM
I am holding a glass of Kamikazee.
(It was an after party night out at Eskenita near Dish. It's more of a lemon juice than an alcohol drink. I'm so not tipsy.)
10.09.2006 7:09AM
Asleep.
(Zzzz. Zzzz. And more Zzzzz.)
10.09.2006 11:45AM
I am calling Eli.
(Eli used to be an applicant in a debate-oriented organization. He failed not because of his debating skills but a lot of the members had personal issues against him. It's so not easy to hate that fag. By the way, Eli and I planned to watch it but since I haf no tickets yet, I have to call to ask him what ticket to buy.)
10.09.2006 12:30PM
I am with Earvin.
(Earvin is another fag from my organization and has an extra ticket for the Upper Box A. Instead of falling in line, I bought the extra ticket. Unfortunately, Eli's ticket is for the Box B so I have to stick with Earvin. Besides, Earvin is a funny guy gay.)
Inside the round arena are thousands of college students, drummer boys and girls, television crews, sports enthusiast and of course, the stars of the event, the spot people! Joke lang. Siyempre the real stars are the cheerdancers.
Now you know what event I'm talking about, if you're clueless, click the X in the upper right of your computer screen that says 'Close' cause you just wasted your precious time reading an entry you're completely naive about. If I could just make pagpag, this is one of the most anticipated event in my year. Way back in high school, this really motivated me to do well and pass UPCAT (so I could have all the rights to scream the Uh- cheer). When I first saw my new school squad, I tried to stop my eyes from flickering so I can clearly see 'em stand with their heads and do cartwheels.
Now, after last year's defeat, I was less hopeful that our pep can regain its glorious crown. But still, I am hopeful. As I see my schoolmates proudly cheer for our school and those angas streamers, I feel like I'm possessed with this spirit you call school. School spirit that is.
UP PO DITO
ANG OTHERS DOON
It's etymology is from the saying "There are only two schools in the Philippines: UP and others." Tabi-tabi lang po, I wish to offend no one.
I miss La Salle. Really, no matter how uber-angas those green jerks are, their non-existence in the competition and in UAAP as a whole makes me sad. Also, the lack of sponsors seems to reflect (1) the incompetency of its host school and (2) the boycott ability of the bow-and-arrow guys.
If I miss a Salle, I must say, and say it in a bold way that, I love Gretchen. The university's official courtside girl is really wonderful. She's perky. She's fluent in English. Ehem ehem. She's no inferior to any other courtside reporters. All her hirits are sure 'pasok sa banga'. After UP's performance,with all her powers, she fucking claimed that 'the competition is oh-ver'. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
I couldn't accept FEU's triumph over the us. There's really something wrong with FEU. Maybe it's the school color. Mango festival, anyone? Or the thought that they spell t a m a r a w s. Don't you agree that w is just too long to spell out? Or the social cloning of the students. They look, speak, dress, breathe alike. Huh. Plus, the fact that they were just the 'declared' champion of the 2005 Men's Basketball game was quite unbearable for me.
Oh men, I really have a lot to say in UAAP. I must then share to you guys the Ignacio Theory. Emerlito Ignacio, a graduating BC student, relates to us his theory that Diliman's 2002 freshmen are malas. In 2002, UP ranked second in the cheerdance competiton. From then on, they were never redeemed. Now, in its fourth year, we witnessed how from an almost hall-of-famer, pride of Diliman team fell to the third place of the country's most prestigious pep competition. But since theoretically and generally, it only takes four years to finish a college degree, most of the students with a 2002 student number will leave the campus. At matatanggal na rin ang sumpa. Yoohoo! But looking at the less brighter side, and becoming a devil's advocate, Iskos must now accept the awful truth that UP has lost its prestige in many many facets including our ranking in Asia (where we used to be part of the top ten).
Earvin Feliciano, also a graduating BA students, relates the pessimissm of the UP crowd. He supports his arguments by citing examples in the basketball games, specifically during the third quarter. He said that if the opponents scored only two points higher than the Maroons, many assumes our defeat. Even if we're lamang, we still have this feeling that the opponents will eventually outscore us. I agree.
Hay naku, when we lose naman, it all boils down to the cheer--Matatapang Matatali... Di ba? If you're from UP, you can't help but emphasize and stress this important word! I agree. And that is my contribution, and I call it the De Leon's Theory of Cheers. If defeated, one escapes shame by stressing an important word on his school hymn. Another supporting argument: UP Naming Mahal Pamantasan magpakailan...Mabuhay ang Pag-asa ng Bayan!
Right after the event, I saw someone something which destroyed my day. Really destroyed my day. I forgot to tell it to not show its face to me.