Monday, October 30, 2006 ++
Spent the weekend in Niki's humble abode. It was fantastic! It was so superb that I was actually afraid to post an entry about it because my words might not be able to elucidate the kind of escapade we had. Even if the dorks kept me up all night with Golden Boy episodes (boing boing), Incubus videos (in which I learned a method on how to triumph over 48-hour shifts in med school), ridiculous photoshoots (in which we looked like high morons emulating a scene from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" and desecrating "The Birth of Venus") and bluffing card games (in which Janna learned that it is Mafel and I who are the hoodwinking blokes therefore she should never bullshit Niki... or at least, hopefully she took a lesson from the vicious cycle of bullshit-and-take-it-all), I found the sleepover exceptionally enjoyable. It was nice to count down minutes until midnight while watching Mike and Brandon tap dance in front of their tour bus in the company of people who are as eager as me to trap Brandon in a fish tank. It was also nice flooding our tagboards with the words, "Joga ni Niki." I missed such obscenities. I also loved the household's unspoken role of "No Vegetables." Kudos, my fortunate friend! And I speak for both the all-meat principle and the boing boing.
And now I'm sitting in front of my laptop, mulling over the memories, I cannot help but cite a number of precious indelible lines. Ones which are sure to cheer me up when everything else seem bent on doing the opposite.
Brandon: It's not turned on but this is what we call a "computer"... People say it's evil.
Brandon: All these exotic instruments are purely for "show".
Kilmore: These are ideas that we have for this up and coming record. None of this stuff means anything. It's just letters put together and they make words.
Mike: I've got a wealth of designer clothing. This is a custom designed pair of pants by Francesca Manfrenginsen from Bulgaria. You won't find this anywhere else in the world.
Jose: I've been basically doing dance for about twenty years, ballet mostly. A lot of graceful motions. *imitates a ballerina but ends up looking like a jumping frog*
Brandon (in a mystic voice): Come with me
*Niki, Christelle and Mafel surge forward*
Brandon: Today would be the only day that there are not five beautiful naked shiny women in this tub with bubbles and champagne. And my favorite thing in the world, Spongle Alligator. (in a, what seems to be, a cartoon alligator voice) I wash Brandon. He's dirty.
Mike: Next, we are going to take you guys into our John Malkovich Room.
Brandon: This is where brain cells are destroyed.
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Mike: Kilmore and I did all the designing for this room ourselves. We're very proud.
Kilmore: When we're done with this music thing, we're gonna start an interior decorating business.
Mike: Yeah, we're gonna be interior decorators for the stars... for the stars.
Brandon: Hold me back, dude.
Mike: Dude, where's my car?
Mike: Bye Mom! I'm going to a rock concert.
Kilmore: I'm a famous international soccer player.
Of course, there are these lines...
Janna: Bullshit!
Niki: Take it all.
(That happened about nine or ten times)
Christelle and Mafel put down a pair of cards. Blank stares. Various hand gestures. Blubbering sounds.
Christelle: Sineguelas!
Mafel: Shit. I suck at this game.
Christelle: Tong its na lang tayo. 3:58 PM
Tuesday, October 17, 2006 ++
Scattered chatters about inner orbital complexes and galvanic cells was all that could be heard before the last Chem 18 exam. All of it fell into hushed murmurs as our professor walked in with our test papers which had impending doom written all over it. Before distributing them to the class, he informed us that he would not be there for the most part of the exam to proctor us. A wave of glee passed through the class but before anyone could shout, "Kopyahan na 'to", our amused pedagogue revealed to us that Pedring would come and take his place. This could either make or break me. Oozing with inspiration, I could perfect the entire exam, including the bonus points. On the other hand, I could be hopelessly heedless that I might make numerous careless mistakes. Unfortunately, the latter happened. I could not even look up without a smile gracing my should-be-serious face. I can't help it! He's just extraordinarily gay! I should post the problem set he made for his Organic Chemistry class. There were a couple of numbers which seemed like a cut-up version of a melodramatic telenovela/commercial. And he has that streak of amusing sexy dorkiness. Observe...
Blockmate sees Pedring wearing rock-ish shirt.
Blockmate: Sir, rock na rock ang hitsura niyo ngayon ah!
Pedring: Oo naman! Parang organic molecules na nagrorock!
And I almost forgot to mention his intense desire to audition for the next season of Bituing Walang Ningning as Lavinia (clueless as to how to spell the name and type 'enye')... Which brings me to an inevitable conclusion: Pedring is just too cute for words. *blush* 5:03 PM
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