LE HUSSARD

March 19th, 2007 by fourhorsemen

This is long overdue. But since Multiply is under repair, and my environment paper is starting to reach perpetual ubiquity, and I’m kinda pissed off, I’m going to write why I am a horseman.

Have you ever heard of the novel Le Hussard Sur Le Toit, or to be more conversational, The Horseman on the Roof? Yes, they also made a movie based on it. I was able to read the book and watch the movie (thrice), and from that point on, I told myself I kinda like this horseman character.

Sort of funny, why the horseman in the story went with a woman while the latter was looking for her husband. Silly right? I mean, what is the point of staying, when the woman is another’s, or will be another’s, as Pablo Neruda puts it. 

Worse, when through the efforts of the horseman, directly or unwittingly, the husband was found, and the former had to stride away, and never look back ever again.  She is another’s. She has always been another’s.

I didn’t understand at first.  Who would, based on the circumstances?  The horseman had the option to fight on, win the woman, cross the line.  But he didn’t, he mustn’t; now I know, it was not because he chickened out, but because love (damn, I used the word that Rilke forbids) is not only a risk, but a forbearance. 

The horseman fears that he will not be remembered, worse, forgotten, but it does not matter anymore.  He was there when he was needed, even when he was not, because ultimately, finally, he needed the woman more than she needed him.

It’s fiction. Very fiction. It does not happen in real life, but if it does, I would rather be the horseman than the husband.  To watch from afar, where no one can see him, or hear his breath, or measure the solitude of his consolation.

Memory beckons: at least he once was there.

It’s melancholic this way, but this will be his, my, way, however futile or pathetic, to stay.

(Insert their horseman stories now.)

why I’m a horseman part 2

February 7th, 2007 by fourhorsemen

The good thing about blogging here in friendster is that one can edit what was previously written…

particularly if it was by someone who has the tendency to irritate the hell out of me.

(no offense… but from time to time, you really do)

Then again, malakas ako mang-asar. So if I can dish it out (for those who can’t relate, see previous entry) … I better be sure I can take it too. diba diba diba? so fine.. quits na tayo.

:) –> see, smiling face.


Just be sure you don’t use OUR friendster account again without our collective permission. It could look pathetic on your part. Or I just might take it personally.

– julz

Why I’m a horseman -julius e.

February 4th, 2007 by fourhorsemen

Honestly,  I didn’t think that we’d become "us". The Courtship stage was so brief that I couldn’t help but blush everytime I think about it. And I thought i was raised a conservative. Then again, you can’t help it when you realize that that special feeling inside you has already consumed you and you’re just dying to express it.

So we aspired to become Master Debaters by coaching each other on debating tactics. Sometimes, we watched dvds or read magazines while practicing.

We’ve also Come out in the open. Nagladlad. Lumabas. Nag-out. Oo, bakla kami. keber namin sa inyo. che! How else can you explain our pathetic record with the opposite sex?  Basura!

I’d like to introduce you guys to the cast of the Four Horsemen:

Remir Macatangay is our leader. Our head tikbalang (as we call our president). No, it’s not because he’s often mistaken as one (promise, once lang tlga nangyari un). Sa gwapo niyang yan, mahiya naman kayo na naisip niyo yun in the first place.

Galit sha sa mga Chubbs. Especially those na nakikita niyang nag i ice-cream. One time, naglagay sha ng flyers ng Latasia sa bag ng dalawang (lower year) law students. Hindi sha kinausap for 2 weeks after that.

He also prides himself in being the best comedian among us. Sabi niya, "dapat naman funny ako. Kung hindi pa ako naging funny, eh pano na yun? eh di gandang lalaki na lang ang meron ako?" Minsan masarap sha sapakin sa mukha. Ganun ang lambingan naming magbabarkada :)

Emer is our Master Debater (and lover as well). It’s just that no one wants to reciprocate his feelings. Matalino naman sha. Sobra! Mabait pa, caring, sweet. Cute din daw sha sabi ng mom niya. I’ve spoken to  her. True story. Wag lang daw mag b bonnet anak niya kasi nagmumukang Turon.
        BTW, hindi rin totoo that he’s tried to commit suicide before. He just wanted to see if matalas yung knife. In fairness,
parang butter daw wrist niya. Soft skin sha coz he uses aloe vera lotion.

 Jon
is our enforcer. Lakas kasi body niya. Dati shang pulis sa Marinduque.
Kuro-kuro lang yun. Hindi talaga ako sigurado. May tatoo sha sa shoulders niya.
"Batang City Jail". Tambayan daw niya nung bata sha. Hanggang ngayon hindi kami makatingin sa mata niya.

    Di sha mahilig sa mga blogs. Lalo na sa mga pinagsasabi ko. So maybe I should shut up now. Baka magdilim ang paningin niya.
    

Si Christian ang pinakamayabang sa aming magkakaibigan. Sha daw kasi pinaka gwapo. Magaling sha mag recit sa class namin. Everytime natatawag sha, he kisses his biceps and whispers "Ben Wallace" before standing up. Buenas daw yun. Good luck charm ba. Favorite term niya "Dami-dami". As in, "Ang dami-dami namang pinapagawa" or "ang dami-dami namang digests".

Pag may naririnig din shang nag-e-english sa tabi niya, Umiinit ulo niya. Seryoso to.  One time when we were in Bicol, we overheard a blockmate of ours converse with an English speaking actor. It went something like this:

lady blockmate: We saw a whale shark as big a car!! (at the same time gesticulating wildly)
Sid lucero: That’s nothing, I saw one as big a bus!
Lady blockmate: No shit?!
Sid Lucero: Shit, Yeah!!!

Christian walking away muttered: Yeah, yeah, whatever whatever. 
(all the while flashing his gangsta sign, using his fingers)

The last and probably the least among us, is of course, myself.

Before law school, ang tingin ko sa sarili ko, mabait ako. Matalino. Good writer. Athletic. Magaling kumanta at sumayaw. Sometimes, I even hear a few stray "you’re not so bad-looking if I just squint my eyes, like so.". Sa loob-loob ko, eh kung pumikit ka na lang din kaya nang tuluyan?!!? Basura ka. BEACH.

Again, that was before law school. Dito sa eskwelahang ito, dalawa lang ang image ko. Taga-bakod, o di kaya Basura.  Neither of which, is true.

Nakatawa lang ako pero naiinis ako. hehehhehhehehhe
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In fairness to us, it is rare that we’re collectively branded as a snobbish group. More often than not, we go out of our way to talk to people in law school. Maybe it’s because we’re becoming more and more sentimental since we’re about to graduate in a couple of months. Ngayon pa lang, we already miss some of the people we’ve gotten to know.

yes, including the lower year students we’ve gotten to know and love :)
(kung madalas ka naming lokohin, isa ka na dun)
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Favorite expressions:
"dami-dami" -  xtian arbues
"graaaaabeeeeeee" or "exxaaaaaaaggg"- smartie pants
"Basura"- we picked it up from remir’s ex
"di naman e, you’re sober naman e"- sex video
"sorry na"- ung madalas saMahan ni remir.
"keber, chaka" -janssen bakla (sa office of legal aid)
"malmo?" or "malko" - emer
"sagad" or "consistent" -  g
"yeah yeah, whatever whatever- christian arbues

"ingat lang" - lady blockmate

"too late" - 3B student
"barbs, kerby"- julz
"ahas ka" -julz

"gumaganti ka ganun?" -christian

"i don’t know if i love her, but i care for her…. we talk"- mon sarmiento

Now do I need to answer the question "Why am I a horseman?"? Read the transcript above. I believe it has become rhetorical.

in other words…
Masaya di ba? San ka pa? (where are you more) :)

blazing a trail,
julzboy the goodboy

motto for life: barkada lang walang ilangan. wengs lang, walang mahalan.

ewan ko ba dito kay emer. parating na b break yung motto namin. hehe :)

Happy New Year!

January 1st, 2007 by fourhorsemen

Nydrunk

Happy Holidays from The Four Horsemen!

December 24th, 2006 by fourhorsemen

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Because nothing spreads holiday cheer better than a chihuahua with a rifle!

The Four Horsemen, Explained -by emer b.

October 28th, 2006 by fourhorsemen

We just happened to be seatmates since first year. That’s just about it. It was due to massive dumb luck that we’re together. What a fucking poor excuse for a barkada.

That and the fact that we share a common thread of horribly-timed, ball-busting, soul-wrenching and at the same time ridiculously funny (upon hindsight) episodes of rejection.

What a bunch of losers.

Oh and the Four Horsemen thing. That was because of Florin Hilbay. During Consti class he mentioned something about there being a Four Horsemen of the U.S. Supreme Court, who would always vote as a block. These Four Horsemen never had to worry about girls, because they were studs. And they were justices of the U.S. Supreme Court, for crying out loud.

But it seemed cool and we adopted the name because it was so damn ironic.

Christian is ever the pacifist ("Relax!"), cool as a cucumber and best evidence against the stereotype of the war-freak frat guy, is War.

Julz, rich as a medium-scale municipality and yet overwhelmingly generous, is Famine.

Remir is a such a joy to be with, and you always want him to be in your party. He is Pestilence.

Jon is Jon. It’s not in the revelation, but we’re too scared of him to raise that point. So he’s a force of the Apocalypse all to himself.

And then there is Death.

Yes, I noticed that there are actually five of us. That is because together we are a fist, and everyone has five fingers on each fist, unless they don’t. Ah hell, I give up. This is so retarded.

Luv Lives

October 22nd, 2006 by fourhorsemen

A precise, graphical view:

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