The Taste Of Zink

Got off from a three-hour sleep with a headache. Or more aptly, a mild hangover.

2007-03-16T23:09:00.000+08:00

Just quick.

It’s wonderful how a few hours of tambay with your friends can help you realize great things and redirect your life to a better track. There we were, scouting Diliman for a place that serves alcohol at 2pm in the afternoon. After having brunch and making tambay (and enjoying the aircon) at Bo’s Coffee we found ourselves at the TomatoKick at Maginhawa Street. And no, we weren’t there to have lunch. Apparently we weren’t the only crazy people who have thought of having a drinking session in such an early (and horribly humid) afternoon; there was already a group of Katipunan-based students who came earlier.

TomatoKick was one funny bar. Funny, because they actually had more unavailable drinks than there were available in the menu. Apparently, they hadn’t any gin or vodka and were forcing tequila and rhum (with soda) on the customers. What kind of bar doesn’t have gin and vodka on a Friday, I don’t know. Anyway, as alcohol hunters can’t be choosers, we spent the afternoon missing out on our planned study session at the library and instead downing a couple pints of tequila and rhum (with soda) and trying to catch up with each other’s acad (eew, I know) and non-acad lives. So after three hours of rich, hearty talk and satisfied liquor-filled guts, we parted ways while I felt spiritually refreshed and more open to life.

Amazing.

What’s the funniest thing in the world?

2006-12-23T20:28:00.000+08:00

~ Having a runny nose, wanting to sneeze, but you can’t cover your mouth because you’re refilling the sugar container AND you’re having hiccups all at once.

*s-t-r-u-g-g-l-e*

I've just realized.....

2006-10-29T21:36:00.000+08:00

I'm going to be 21 in a few months' time... Diba pimples are prominent mostly during teenage years lang? So, from twenteen, I'm gonna be twenty-one. I hope nothing new pops out from then on. =)

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

2006-10-27T18:56:00.000+08:00

My Firsts Today.

First time I jogged outdoors.
First time I frolicked in UP during any semestral break.
First time Sam and I drove to UP.
First time Sam and I jogged together.
First time I circled the acad oval. Twice.*
First time I covered 4.4 kilometers (yes, that’s 4,400 meters) on foot, and in less than an hour. (outside a mall)
First time I made tambay at the AS Parking Lot at 7am in the morning. With a cup of taho.
First time I let Sam talk me into going to the gym with him.
First time I went to the gym.
First time someone spelled my name as S-Y-N-Z-Y.
First time I did a full-body workout outside the dance studio.
First time I felt my shin muscles work. (tibialis anterior)
First time I felt pain in my shin muscles.
First time I realized there actually were muscles at the shin.
First time I skipped dance classes in the afternoon because I couldn’t get up from bed.

*The acad oval is 2.2 kilometers (2,200 meters) long.

can u spell S-W-E-E-T??

2006-10-23T22:23:00.000+08:00

Just got home from dance class and rehearsals...
Wanna hear the sweetest thing? My hubby sAm waited for me for THREE hours!! In the waiting room! While we pranced around! Miracles of all miracles! After counting all the tiles in the waiting room and all the rooftops he could see from the balcony (our studio was at the top/4th floor of the building), and after counting his pulse for 10 minutes, he wasn't mad at all! (I think. Notwithstanding the fact that I lied to him that the class/reh would only be for two hours... Or not!) I was expecting him to say something like, "This is definitely going to be the last time" and give me a look that would make me put my head inside my shoebag. As we were on our way home ---

Sam: *whispers* You wanna know the real reason why I went with you to your studio? (which REALLY happens once in a blue moon)
Me: Because you banged somebody and you want to make yourself feel better.
Sam: *blinks* Kasi mahal kita.
Me: *flashes a close-up million-dollar smile*
Sam: How fake. *laughs*

Harhar! Thanksalot baybee! You know I love you too! muah! :)

My winning entry

2006-10-10T21:33:00.000+08:00

Well what do you know... I actually have Lady Luck hiding up my sleeve...

You can see it online at the Hershey's Happiness site.
Sweet! ^________^

Hear us out when we say...

2006-03-30T20:54:00.000+08:00

End hunger and poverty now!

Bored in class

2005-09-01T22:28:00.000+08:00

"I have this weird fear: I'm afraid I'll witness a divine apparition. I'm afraid that Jesus or the Blessed Virgin Mary or St. Teresa of Avila will materialize in my kitchen and dictate messages of earth-shaking importance. Then I'll be carrying around some terrible knowledge, like the exact date of the end of the world, and all the horrors that will precede it--plagues, scorpions, politicians and such. I'll have to tell everyone to repent or to roast in eternal hellfire, not to mention that all sorts of strangers will want to gawk at my kitchen and they'll track dirt all over my apartment. The worst part is that I'll be written about by a bunch of scuzzballs much like myself, and they'll call me a fraud and a raving loon (they will not be far wrong) and dismiss me as an opportunist...What makes this fear truly irrational is that I am the last person whom a divine entity will appear. This is not humility--I mean it. I am nasty, I have a horrible temper, and I say awful things...The point of all of this is I'm a jerk. I'm not proud of it, and I do make an effort to be good, but that's that. As Wayne and Garth so succinctly put it, I'm not worthy."

--Jessica Zafra, great columnist, to whom I owe much of my sarcasm

My eyelids feel heavy and I willingly sink into a dream, the one where Colin Farrell’s giving me a full-body massage. He has just finished working on my derriere when a voice slices through my consciousness like a fork scraping on a blackboard. My eyelids fly open and Colin disappears.

Aargh! There goes my predator classmate. Always sitting on the edge of her seat, frothing at the mouth, ready to jump on the professor. Now we're subjected to her intellectual mercy. Finally, she shuts up, a smug expression displayed on her face, fully believing she's contributed something to the sum of human knowledge.

The professor is killing us with boredom. Listening to him is as exciting as watching a person breathe.

Zzzzzzz....

Anagrams. I’m writing with my left hand. This is fun. Dormitory becomes "Dirty room," the countryside becomes "No city dust here," mother-in-law becomes "Woman Hitler." Fits, ha ha ha. Now I’m exercising both sides of my brain. Ever since I was beamed up into an alien mothership where an extraterrestrial device was planted in my head, I have realized that I was destined to dominate the universe. Thus, any brain exercise is highly welcomed. And no, I don’t consider those disturbing TV quiz shows where any half-awake moron can have his 15 seconds of fame whereas the circus ringmaster, er, host, can prove that she is the Moron Master well beyond the show.

Correct!

crack me up

2005-08-28T16:37:00.000+08:00

Ehem!

By now, you guys might probably be thinking that I have a penchant for photojournalism. Or that I have an eye for the uncouth. Or just maybe that I am an emasculating bitch bent on thrashing the thrash-worthy. Nah-uh! I don't look around for stuffs like this; things like this come to me for no reason at all! *sardonic laughter*

I was sitting at the back of this certain class, quietly minding my own business, when my line of eyesight managed to droop downwards. "(Friend's name)," I whispered, " is it just my imagination, or am I seeing crack?" My friend inhaled a big gulp of air, then exploded laughing. "Dude, kadiri naman yan!" Then after regaining her breath, she said, "Tara, picture-an naten!"

"Kaw na lang dude," I said, "I don't wanna save trash in my phone." And after giving it a double thought, I took out my phone and took a pic. This sounds like naughty blog material, I thought.

FOOLIN'!

Rather, I thought that this would teach mah gurls a lesson 'bout having ta double check their backsides after taking their seats. I mean, I admit that this sticky situation has happened to me too, accidentally, and it could actually be very embarrassing when someone has to tip you off about it. Or especially if you have a line of perverts armed with cameraphones seated behind you. (That didn't happen to me! Or... if it did, I wouldn't have any idea)

Peeps, if you're offended, let me know. I'll delete this entry.

secret serenade

2005-08-22T17:27:00.000+08:00

As I listened to the music, I pictured a dainty little butterfly, gracefully fluttering amongst beautifully-colored flowers. It is simple and natural, yet it seemed so majestic. Then it is joined by another butterfly, and the two exquisite creatures flitted around the garden. Suddenly, a dozen other butterflies entered the scene, ruining the intimacy of the moment. Eventually, the other butterflies left. Then the two butterflies, alone again, flitted, fluttered, and disappeared to the sky.

--Music from Secrets

melodrama

2005-08-22T17:22:00.000+08:00

I’m sorry I can’t watch you as you sleep
You’re as cold as a tomb, and I’m as dark as you are
I’m all alone, contemplating, reminiscing,
Gazing at the brightest star in the center of my black sky

Just go on falling asleep, angel
And I’ll try my best not to fall apart
It’s all so quiet now, angel
I’m sorry I can’t watch you as you sleep

You’re stunning grace is the only thing that moves me to breathe
Still I can’t find the strength to wipe these tears off my cheek
You’re sent to me by the heavens, but they had to take you back
And I never actually figured you’re this painful to miss

Just go on falling asleep, angel
And I’ll go on my days falling apart
It’s all so quiet now, angel
I’m sorry I can’t watch you as you sleep

How much I hate to talk about you in the past tense
But you were the best thing that happened to me
I’ll cry myself to sleep and hope to dream about you
So I can kiss you, embrace you, and say goodnight

--Music from Romeo & Juliet

Ending the Buffy episode

2005-08-03T12:51:00.000+08:00

The monster suddenly appears. Buffy fights off the monster. Jonathan sees this as an opportunity to escape. He dashes out to the entrance of the cave. Meanwhile, with her extraordinary slayer powers, Buffy manages to German Suflex the big, limpy creature. While falling into the depths of the pit, the monster cries out: “Curse thy endeavor to clout in an un-Hiltonesque manner of succumbing to your frigid urge to annihilate the mistakenly disfigured corporeal sentiNELLL!!!” in perfect Salgadian English.

“He could talk!” Buffy exclaims, “Such eloquence!”

Everything goes back to normal. Jonathan’s augmentation spell is finally broken.

Outside, Jonathan runs into the gang. He is unaware that they had already gone back to their original states of mind.

“Where’s Buffy?” Xander demands.

“I don’t know,” Jonathan answers back.

“There she is!” Willow points near the entrance of the cave, “She looks fine to me.”

“Okay, you little twit!” Anya starts, “You think you could just get away trying to brainwash everybody? We know what you have done!” The former demon-enchantress points a finger at Jonathan and says, “Dormio penetranter!”

At that instant, Jonathan falls to the ground, cursed asleep.

Xander is so impressed he takes Anya home and makes out with her. This time, the whole neighborhood is witness to Anya’s moaning of “Xander… Xa-aander…”

At the end of the same year, the geek god Jonathan wins a Nobel Prize for his discovery of a cure for narcolepsy and makes the cover of Time Man of the Year.

Fin.

Salgado Critique

2005-08-02T13:02:00.000+08:00

I admit I almost ran out of sympathy for this one…

“She was beautiful like the flowers consumed by fire,
her love was sweet that made me suffer from diabetes, she
was warm I almost felt the heat of her caress now. Her lips
were smooth and her tongue was very luscious like the meat of a beef.”

“Beautiful like the flowers consumed by fire”? Does that make me as beautiful as ashes? Oh, and please pass me the Listerine, since my tongue is like that of the “meat of the beef.” If I was the girl being referred to in the poem, I would find it hard to accept these Salgadian compliments. Salgado made such a dreadful impression on his use of metaphor.

“Eh…Whither now is she?” Alexandria verified as she picked up a glass of strawberry juice and smoothly as she tried to solace her arid esophagus…she drinked and later took a sandwich with a slice of a spam and a cheese placed amid the two pan like the clouds that located at the middle of the world and heaven.”

Salgado never fails to over-exaggerate such simple events. Again, he opted for oversentimentality and the far-off use of metaphor. In this case, short, simple, precise words work best. Try saying, “She drank strawberry juice and ate a spam and cheese sandwich.” Finito.

“The fished river had been altered with sorrow and the water creatures expressed their woeing sympathy to the body buoying with the water together with the silts. The ired river produced a tyrant waves which even the hardest metal made ship could be wrecked because of its seethed anger that seemed avenging the demise of their saviour.”

I am not sure if this made any sense at all. There’s faulty sentence construction, too many unnecessary words and grammar mistakes. This piece is sappy with overblown emotion and a disturbing notion to impress. Salgado made such an obvious abuse of rhetoric.

“My love is ungiven and my sun’s orb is a total
darkness like the rotation of the earth in the Antarctic or
North Pole or South Pole. Six months day. Six
months night. But my life remains to be night.”

The last time I checked, the earth doesn’t revolve around the Antarctic. And by the way, the Antarctic is part of the South Pole. Salgado deliberately tried to deceive his readers.

“Have you ever heard someone who felt in love with a lady without knowing the one he was involved with was a psychotic patient. You know – they went down the city road in holding hands gesture…know what? The man was very happy then because the lady he was with…was on her full bloom…full make up…full eyeliners and most of all…full lipsticks quite reddish tha’s palatable to chum…

“A group of men came down from the completely barred fierra and pulled the lady
to enter into the vehicle…for the conclusion…the man went with her…and they both
became more than enough and less than below. Got what I mean?”

Here, Salgado presumed that his readers would easily discern what it was that he was trying to imply. (“You know? Got what I mean?”) No, I didn’t get what “more than enough and less than below” is, and what “holding hands gesture” exactly is. Did you?

uncouth behavior part deux

2005-07-27T21:37:00.000+08:00

Need I explain?

Salgadian English

2005-07-22T23:59:00.000+08:00

Note: This isn't meant to be taken seriously...

The primary circulatory organ of this body system that I breathe life into throbs in anticipation of the shrieking tempo produced by the illustrious Alexander Graham Bell production. Alas! I get to witness the deep, resounding baritone of my much-loved beloved significant other half of my mango-shaped heart. This severely hot yearning I reminisce briskwalking through my blooded veins so pulls me into Nirvana like an petty fragment of the most rubbish-y metal being anchored to the shore by a magnet. It pulls me in and takes me on and fazes my senses to the optimum.

uncouth behavior

2005-07-14T22:31:00.000+08:00

This all happened inside a jeepney along Katipunan road.

I was sitting quietly, having taken my space in the jeep, waiting for the queue to fill the seats. Finally, a chinita girl took up the last empty seat in front of me. This completes a typical scene of a cramped up UP-Katipunan jeepney with scarce elbow room. No sooner had the jeepney started moving when this chinita girl opposite me whipped out a sleek compact and (drumroll please) started applying make-up. Yep, you read that right. Started applying make-up. Concealer, to be specific. How in the goddamn world could you possibly muster the audacity to apply concealer inside a cramped up jeepney vrooming along the dusty road in the sweltering heat?!

I was thinking, not only does this girl need to review her etiquette; she also needs a crash course in hygiene!

And oh boy, I'd give her the Jeepney Queen title. The atmosphere inside the jeepney was not only smokebelch-infested, but it reeked of “look-at-that-girl-who-can’t-wait-to-get-inside-a-restroom-in-UP” vibe. I was trying my hardest not to laugh. The handkerchief I held over my nose and mouth served a dual purpose: to avoid inhaling the traffic, and for muffling my snickers.

Now this girl, not content with daubing concealer to hide whatever blemishes she have, whisked out her lipstick. And yes, you guessed right. She applied the thing on her kissers. And, what I witnessed next truly sent me shuddering with embarrassment and wonder. I swear to Almighty God I saw her practicing her smile in front of her mirror! Now how freakin’ weird was that? (Take note: the jeep is loaded.) I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who gave a double glance.

Until Balara, she managed to throw so much attention upon herself by alternatingly brushing her hair and peeping on her magic mirror. Oh, and she also took out a bottle of cologne and started treating herself and the girls beside her to a Victoria's Secret spritzfest.

I thought, this is it. This deserves to be on the “Uncouth Behavior” charts. And so, I whipped out my cellphone and tried to zap one at The Thing. A little blurred, but I hope at least that this gives proof that I’m not making this shit up.

P.S. Don't forget to look at the faces of the girls beside her!

almost nostalgic

2005-07-09T20:00:00.000+08:00

This couldn't get any more creative than this...

An old man turned ninety-eight

He won the lottery and died the next day

It's a black fly in your Chardonnay

It's a death row pardon two minutes too late

And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

It's like rain on your wedding day

It's a free ride when you've already paid

It's the good advice that you just didn't take

Who would've thought...it figures

Mr. Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly

He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye

He waited his whole damn life to take that flight

And as the plane crashed down he thought "Well isn't this nice..."

And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

When you think everything's okay and everything's going right

And life has a funny way of helping you out when

You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face

A traffic jam when you're already late

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

It's meeting the man of my dreams

And then meeting his beautiful husband

And isn't it ironic...dontcha think

A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out

Helping you out

deception to the core

2005-07-08T23:57:00.000+08:00

Why do you have to betray me, my love? Every word of untruth drives a nail through my heart. My soul bleeds because of your sins, my love. I am a victim of your consistent need to lie; caught unknowing and unaware of your cunningness. You’ve already shattered my trust to a million pieces, my love. Your gestures to stain the truth torment me down to my very core. My soul breaks down from your treachery, my love. Your words melt down to a bitter pit of nothingness. You’ve deceived me yet again... my love.

one - line insult

2005-07-07T23:55:00.000+08:00

"Your words are like music to a dead man's ears."

headline

2005-07-07T23:52:00.000+08:00

Erap flies off to HK for 3rd heart surgery
Too many illnesses; experts propose euthanasia

My Writing Recipe

2005-07-07T23:42:00.000+08:00

I need:
A full stomach (relieves distraction)
A tall can of Pringles (something to munch on while contemplating on that next line)
My trusty mechanical pencil (with 2B lead)
Scratch papers (preferably the ones with lines)
A table lamp (because I write at night)

Optional: telephone

Procedures:
1. Lie down on my comfy bed and stare into space.
2. No ideas yet? Continue to daydream. (This really could take a while.)
Note: Do NOT sleep!
3. After a light bulb zaps on in my brain, I pick up that pencil and start writing.
4. If I still have zero ideas, I call boyfriend and start a fight. I believe writing is therapeutical. After exchanging warring words and banging down the phone on the now-bastard, I start drowning my misery in writing. (For sure I’ll find anything to write about now!)

Delay writing when:
1. Boyfriend calls. (To apologize, I hope!)
2. My butt hurts from sitting too long.
3. I ran out of ideas.
4. Wala lang. I just feel like it.

Best prepared by night before submission date. Cramming actually helps. It takes me on a different high. Adrenaline-high, that is! Teehee!

icebreaker question

2005-06-30T23:11:00.000+08:00

Q: Which actor would you wanna spend a night with?

A: James Caviezel. Ever since he played the role of Jesus Christ in "The Passion", I believe he's been gifted, endowed with God's grace, and with that power, he can take me to heaven.

Bwahahaha!! Just foolin'!
Pwede bang girl?

Hahaha! Kiddin!
Seriously.. *wink!wink!*

Since I go for the bad boys, I'd choose Colin Farrell. He's simply intense. Except for the part where he played "Alexander". That was a throwdown. Nevertheless, he's still hot.

introduction

2005-06-30T22:58:00.000+08:00

My name is Marie Zinzi-tet Culalic. To save you the bother of asking me where my mom got my name from, Zinzi is the nickname of the daughter of former African leader, Nelson Mandela. I’m 19 years old, a sophomore at the College of Mass Communication. I’m a Sagittarius, which therefore implies that I am an optimist. I’m a carefree person, lazy at times, happy-go-lucky, and a certified queen procrastinator. (Well, it totally depends on the mood, actually.) I could never imagine my life without music. Without it, the world would not make a better place to live in. I also look up to dancing as a way to escape the harsh realities of life. Majoring in Journalism and exposed to all the bad news, I find this highly necessary. I have a passion for the arts and I never clam up when creativity calls. I love to space out some time for myself and daydream. I consider silence a virtue. Extremely moody, (PMS is a killer!) I easily let go of matters that I presume are useless and senseless. But my sense of humor would normally be at its peak on good days. I love to be entertained. I love to laugh and perpetuate laughing sessions. Moreover, I like to think of myself as open- and level-minded. I listen to both sides of the story and I always make it a point to hear out other people's opinions. I believe that what matters most is how you perceive yourself, which in turn would mirror how other people would perceive you. I enjoy living my life with spunk, because I know that there are a lot of things to do, more things to learn, and much more people to love. I truly believe that the most important thing in life is love, that is, to love and be loved in return. It is therefore why I had chosen to use the pseudonym “The Sympathizer” to consecrate my passion for life and love.