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This is LUIV

2010-06-19T10:33:00.002+08:00

Good music, free beer and raucous companions...
The Raymond Marasigan experience...

is OUT OF REACH.

Fast Forward

2009-07-15T00:12:00.003+08:00

A professor says, "No matter how you avoid this, it will be inevitable. In fact, the harder you try, the more you become like your *******."

Eksena: Papalabas ng parking lot. Papalampas ng booth kung saan nagbabayad.

CA: Teka teka teka teka
MA: ANO BA?! DI KO NAMAN MAKAKALIMUTAN EH! MINAMADALI MO AKO! KITA NA NGANG MAHIRAP POSISYON NUNG KOTSE!
CA: Huwag kang magalit. Pinapaalala ko lang.
MA: Tsk! Eh pwede namang sabihin ng dahan-dahan. Hindi yung tekatekatekateka
CA: EH akala ko---
MA: AYAN KA NA NAMAN SA MGA KALA MO! AKALA AKALA!

Sana naman hindi ako ma-"history repeats itself". Huwag naman sana itong maging bintana ng kinabukasan. Alam mo, idol kita pero walang sinabi ang haba ng pasensiya ko sa haba ng pasensiya mo. I have spent my childhood and adolescent years under subjugating superveillance. I will DIE if I spend the rest of my life with someone lording over me.

Walang humpay na ligaya

2009-03-09T22:12:00.007+08:00

Eraserheads: The Final Set
SM Mall of Asia
March 7, 2009
VIP

Epepepepepepepep! Ano kamo? VIP? Ano kamo?!?
Ano namang implikasyon nun?

Wala pa yang tunog ha. Siyempre mas kickass kung narinig mong kumakanta, gumigitara, tumatambol, bumibiro at naghahagis ng sapatos sina Ely, Raimund, Makoy at Buddy. Isipin mo na imbis na naririnig mo yung mga nakalista sa baba gamit iPod, laptop, discman, CD player, walkman o casette player mo, nasa harap mo sila kinakantahan ka. Hindi Pupil, Sandwich, Cambio o Markus Highway na nagcocover ng Cutterpillow o Circus kundi ang Eraserheads. Voice of the 90s. One of the pioneers of OPM rock. Living legends. Kinakantahan ka ng mga bigatin. Magkakasama. The MoA stage was the ultimate melting pot of musical talent. Won't you be overwhelmed? Di ka ba iiyak sa tuwa at magpapasalamat sa lahat ng anito mo?

First Set

* Magasin
* Walang Nagbago
* Maling Akala
* Maskara
* Poormans Grave
* Waiting For the Bus
* Slomo
* Alkohol
* Insomya
* Torpedo

Second Set

* Julie Tearkerky
* Wag Mo Nang Itanong
* Tikman
* Wishing Well
* Fine Time
* Kailan
* Pare Ko
* Back to Me
* Trip To Jerusalem
* Spolarium
* Overdrive

Encore

* Super Proxy
* Minsan
* Alapaap
* Kalideoscope World (not listed in original setlist)
* Ang Huling El Bimbo

Three More For the Road:

* Ligaya
* Sembreak
* Toyang

Tapos isipin mo "eto na talaga yung huli" (Buendia, 2008). Hindi na mauulit. Hanggang cover na lang. Hanggang tribute na lang ng mga modernong sikat na banda na lang. Kahit gaano pa sila kasikat, hindi Eraserheads ang Orange and Lemons. Hindi Ely Buendia si Ebe Dancel. Hindi Markus Adoro si Armo Armovit. Hindi Raimund Marasigan si Tutti Caringal. At hindi Buddy Zabala si Myrene Academia.

And that, my dear friends who frowned at the ticket price, is worth every penny.

Lolapreneur in Manila

2009-01-11T08:41:00.005+08:00

Mafel! Nakita ko si Lolapreneur! Kumakain siya sa may Wendy's Taft at, as always, ang iyong oh so ever taray lola ay may dalang telepono. Pinicturan ko nga siya from afar eh. Haha. Grabe, she gets around. Hindi lang pala Gonuts Donuts ang opisina niya. 24/7 talaga ang customer service niya. Walang break-break. Apir, lola!

Guess what's back??

2009-01-05T21:35:00.003+08:00

After seven to eight years of depriving Mars to our local convenience stores and supermarket, it's finally back!!! Soft nougat and creamy caramel covered in thick milk chocolate, how I have missed you. *bite* HAAAAAYLAVIIIT!

Pare, narinig mo na yung Twilight?

2008-12-08T22:57:00.001+08:00

kasi pare ganito daw yun. may isa daw babae na hot daw pare. pero maputla siya kasi hindi siya inalagaan ng nanay niya pare. tapos pare emo daw siya kasi nga daw hindi siya mahal ng mundo at para siyang patay na bata na galit sa mundo. tapos pare, lumipat daw siya ng tirahan kasi daw masyado daw siyang emo para sa luma niyang tirahan. sabi niya sa nanay niya "tangina mo nay gusto ko lumipat kay tay". tangina pare hindi nagalit nanay niya. sabi lang ng nanay niya "tangina mo pare wag ka magmura".

so lumipat siya sa tatay niya di ba? pagkarating niya dun sabi niya, "tangina erpat bakit maulan dito?" sabi ng erpat niya "gago "bur" months na! malamig na tangena". so nagtaka yung babaeng simula ngayon ay tatawagin na lang nating "babaeng maputla at emo".

so pumasok siya sa school di ba? binigyan siya ng truck ng tatay niya pare. sabi ng tatay niya "tangina mo sa'yo na tong truck ko". sabi niya "salamat tay".

pagkarating niyang school tsong, may nakita siyang lalaking mukhang bangkay pero pogi. sakto. pogi pero mukhang bangkay. sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "hot pare".

nung chem lab na ni babaeng maputla at emo, natagpuan niyang lab partner niya yung poging bangkay. so nung tinignan siya nung poging bangaky, ang asim ng mukha nito. mukhang nandiri ata kay babaeng maputla at emo.

sabi ni poging bangkay "tangina mo". sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "tangina KA". sabi ni poging bangkay "tangina NIYA oh *tumuro sa teacher nila*". sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "oo nga noh. TANGINA MO". sabi ni poging bangkay "tangina mo gago bampira ako". tapos naghubad siya ng damit at kumintab ang katawan niya kasi linagyan niya ng glitters ang abs niya kasi tigas siya at ganun na ang mga tigas ngayon na nagpupuntang emba.

so pare na in love si babaeng maputla at emo kay poging bangkay. si poging bangkay naman sige lang kasi sex din daw yun. so ayun. angshweet shweet nila.

"eow poh... ahihihihi"

"bebe mwahugz,..... ^^,"

so tapos nun nagpunta sila sa damuhan kasi.... alam mo na. tapos sabi ni poging bangkay "ikaw na buhay ko ngayon" sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "tangina mo gago patay ka na". sabi ni poging bangkay "TANGINA KA".

tapos nagsex sila

so basically pare yun lang yung mga importanteng nangyari sa buong storya. intense noh? kaya pala nahhook lahat ng tao.

---

"ikaw na buhay ko ngayon"
"tangina gago patay ka na"

LAUGH TRIP.

Nirepost ko lang yan. At kung sino man nagpost niya, aalayan kita ng Caramba Dance. Pinaligaya mo ako. Benta kaya ayan, I shall share the hilarity.

Nasa Alapaap Na

2008-08-31T00:06:00.004+08:00

Nung fourth year high school...

Mafel: Ano ang mga gusto mong puntahan na concert?
Christelle: Incubus
Mafel: Sa local bands?
Christelle: Eraserheads... Pero siyempre diba sobrang imposible na yun...
Mafel: Oo nga. Nagdisband na kasi sila
Christelle: Kung magkakasama sila ulit. Pero pangarap na yun
Mafel: Kung mamimili ka sa Incubus at Eraserheads concert, anong pipiliin mo?
Christelle: Yung Eheads. Once in a lifetime lang yun no. Buo pa yung Incubus eh yung Eheads nag disband na.

Makatapos ang apat na taon, natupad ang pinapangarap namin.

THE ERASERHEADS: REUNION CONCERT
August30, 2008
The Fort Open Fields

At malamang nagpunta kami ni Mafel. Nasa bungad kami ng Patron (Dahil di nagbebenta ng VIP na wrong move dahil malamang maraming papatay para makapunta sa concert of the century. May list-list pa kayong nalalaman eh handa na ngang magbayad na diyes mil mga tao para makita silang tumugtog nang magkakasama) at VIP. Siksikan. Sikuhan. Lalo na nung nag 10-minute countdown. Yun na yata ang pinakamahabang sampung minuto ng buhay ko. Panimulang AVP pa lang, sigawan na ang lahat. Wild na ang crowd pagtugtog ng mga unang chords ng Alapaap. Mega talon at kanta ang lahat. Namangha ang lahat sa bonggang bonggang fireworks display sa dulo ng kanta. Yes, sulit ang P1,300 ko.

Ang saya, Kahit na di na ako makahinga at tuyung-tuyo na lalamunan ko sa kakakanta ng Alapaap, Ligaya, Sembreak, Hey Jay, Harana, Fruitcake, Toyang, Kailan, Huwag Kang Matakot, Kaliwete, Kamasupra, With A Smile, Shake Yer Head, Huwag Mo Nang Itanong at Lightyears... sa kakasabay sa madlang sumigaw ng "Group Hug!"... Nakakaiyak na makita silang magkakasama ulit. Bad trip nga lang at di ako makasalo ng drumsticks na hinahagis ni Raimund.

"Tae ang galing ng Eheads!" (Mancol, 2008)

Tapos biglang napaupo si Ely. Inabutan ng Sunkist. Tapos nag 20 minute break. Water break muna siguro. Ayos lang. Uhaw na naman ako. Tapos tumagal nang tumagal ang twenty minutes. Hiyawan naman ang lahat nung lumabas sina Raimund at Buddy tapos sinabing sinugod si Ely sa ospital.

...
...
...

Yan ang reaksyon ng lahat. Mga tulala. Speechless. Nagtatantsahan. Akala namin ni Mafel magririot. Kung yung unang nagreact, sinabing, "Hindi! Ibalik niyo si Ely nang nakawheelchair! 1-3 kooooooo! Ang suplado ni Bonnet!" magstampede ang mga tao. Buti na lang yung unang nagreact pumalakpak kaya pumalakpak ang lahat. Milagro talaga na umexit ang lahat ng tahimik. Ang bait ng mga tao no? Pagaling ka Ely, labs ka namin. :)

Note:
Si Bonnet ay si Kuya Bouncer na inalipusta nang lahat (and I quote, "Ano ba yan?! Di ko makita! Bonnet, upo!") kaya nagtaray siya nung pinapatawag namin si Kuya Sunkist Vendor.

Bitin. Kahit na nakasampung kanta pa sila. Bitin. Thirty songs raw dapat. Gusto ko yang bigyang diin - thur-tee soooooongssss. Isipin mo yun. Malamang dapat may Magasin, Tuwing Umuulan at Kapiling Ka, Para sa Masa, Maselang Bahaghari, Ang Huling El Bimbo, Superproxy, Torpedo, Pare Ko, Overdrive, Back2Me, Minsan, Torpedo, etc. Grabe, kahit pa himatayin ako pagkatapos titiisin ko makumpleto lang yan.

Sana gumaling si Ely. Sana may part two. Sana libre. Sayang. Hinihintay ko pa naman ang grand finale. May helipad raw eh. Baka sumakay sila sa helicopter paalis habang may eksenang fireworks. Drama. Pero wala nang mas malaking trahedya kumpara sa nangyari.

Oh well. Life is amper. Kung kailan ako handa magbayad ng sampung libo para maka-VIP, di nagbenta. Kung kailan nagpatikim ang Eheads ng live performance, sinumpong ang sakit ni Ely. Wala namang may kasalanan. Amper lang talaga ang tadhana.

<3 EHEADS!

Chenez Chenez Chorvaaaaa

2008-08-22T23:33:00.003+08:00

Pakitaga sa bato:

BATCH 09 CHAMPIONS BIOGYUGAN 08

dahil:
1) ang taray ng pag-akyat ni Heds
2) mangangarate si Razeille habang sumasayaw ng bonfire dance
3) sa hip twist ni Abby
4) sexy ang lolita legs ng Scientists
5) mataas ang slit ng Tribe
6) kulot si Migz (matinee idol!)
7) ang angas ng Bacteria/Nightcrawler/Hell Boy/Incredible Hulk/Giraffe Boys (who says wearing tights and leotards is gay?)
8) Pyrex ang glassware namin
9) fierce si Gome
10) kinarga ni Ryan si Razeille
11) pangrampa sa ANTM ang attitude ng dancers
12) best performers ang LAHAT (a first in Biogyugan history)
13) may Biogyugan bird kami (go Pao!)
14) hanep humiyaw ang seniors lalo na ang props at technical
15) may standing ovation

ika nga ng voice over... Go Seniors!

Currently in the State of Nirvana

2008-07-15T18:28:00.003+08:00

It must be written in the stars that those born on the date as Mafel, Niki and I would be incredibly fortunate on the year 2008. Why? First, Incubus came to invade the Philippines once more. I was finally able to confirm that Ben, Kilmore, Jose, Mike and Brandon exist in the same dimension as I. Brandon effin stripped in front of me. Second... SECRET! The only clue I am willing to divulge is 83008. Apply all the logarithmic and algorithmic equations known to mankind and you would still find yourself incapable of extracting valuable information from it. Selfish of me, yes, but this is in my top two wish list. This is unbelievable. The news stunned me for five minutes then threw me in a cursing eager jumping fangirl fit for the next hundred. For this second reason, I am willing to commit atrocities that would shame Adolf Hitler. I can feel the blood lust pulse through my veins.

Today is Tuesday

2008-07-01T21:23:00.003+08:00

In lieu of frog dissection, our batch extracted DNA in a UP-Diliman laboratory during my second year of high school. I vaguely remember the steps involved in the entire procedure. What I do recall is the repetitive use of centrifuges, long waiting hours, and carcinogenic ethidium bromide for photo documentation. The same arduous work was what I presumed for today's molecular biology experiment.

Surprisingly, I could hardly describe our work as taxing. Our professor must have been excellent at making a prolix process seem simple. The most difficult part was probably twirling DNA strands in our disposable micropipettes. But what makes it so exceptional is that we get to keep our DNA... in pretty glass teardrop-shaped pendants. Awwww.

Yes, things have been going okay acad-wise. My biggest concern nowadays is my excessive expenditure. As in P500 goes poof! in minutes. Noooooooo... It's our wretched schedule which prompts me to spend, spend, spend. Early lunches and six hour breaks mean in between meals and Tom's World.

... And movies like Wanted which I watched earlier. I found the car chase scenes exciting. Jolie, an expert at portraying at spunky sexy female assassin roles, played her part well. I was not too impressed with the plot partly because I heard that the comic book had a better version prior to watching the film. It actually made me want to read it.

Another Pedring Moment

2008-06-30T21:09:00.002+08:00

While waiting for our P.I. 100 prof to arrive...

Bio students: chatter chatter
Knock knock!
Pedring: Sure kayo may klase kayo?
Bio students: Yes, sir
Pedring: Anong subject?
Bio students: P.I. 100
Pedring: Ah talaga? Halika dito *points to Ryan*
Bio students: Po?
Pedring: Lika, lika. Dali.
*lapit si Ryan*
Pedring: *points to door*
Ryan: *balik sa loob sabay wagayway ng bond paper*
Note: No classes for P.I. students under Professor Caringal. Please read 19th century Filipino
Bio students: *pause*
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.
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Bio students: *tawa* *sayaw*

Sabi na nga ba, kaya ka magna cum laude eh. Yehey! Nabuhay ang blog ko!

Summer was Eventful

2008-06-16T00:07:00.010+08:00

1) Biology 161: A Surge of Adrenaline

Bored from the repetitive classroom routine you were accustomed to? Take Biology 161!

Biology 161, otherwise known as field biology, is a course taken by biology majors in order to apply theories and principles learned in previous courses to investigate a study site. Its inevitability to challenge your survival instincts will certainly outdo any conventional learning experience. I say this with confidence because no other trip will impose a trek following a ten-inch path with steep cliffs on either side. Aside from this, one would encounter electrifying cnidarians, pernicious sea snakes, and venomous flora to name a few. It develops Tarzan athleticism, unyielding boldness, and planning flexibility as it exposes students to unpredictable situations.

How's that for a sales pitch?

2) Couch Potato-ing

ANTM Cycle 7, Bleach, Naruto Shippuden, Trigun, Full Metal Alchemist, LIFE, Proposal Daisakusen, Liar Game, Stand Up, Last Friends, Saw 1-4, Simpsons, Family Guy... and now that the semester has started, I turned to Zettai Kareshi, Osen and Vampire Knight.

3) Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian

This Glorietta day substituted for our failed EK trip. Just when I was all psyched about riding on a rollercoaster and throwing up in the nearest trash bin with my high school friends, it got canceled. Boo hoo. So we settled for the typical malling routine: movie, food and window shopping.

4) Sex and the City

I watched it for the clothes. Niki and I enumerated all the dresses we liked shortly after separately watching the film. It made me remember one of our "commitophobic conversations". Do you remember my dream proposal?

Guy: Will you marry me?
Me: No
Guy: I'll get you a Vera Wang wedding gown.
Me: Okay.

5) So there's the socially inept, the numb and the...

Mean, although unintentional, is the corollary of DENSE. To be perfectly honest, it was the Ninoy analogy that got to me. It's all your fault, Niki. It's all your fault.

6) Freddie - An imaginary boy toy.

Early Squabbles

2008-03-30T12:51:00.004+08:00

Habang nanananghalian...

High Uric Acid: *naglagay ng suka sa platito*
Matigas Ang Ulo: Ay iha, bawal sa iyo yan
High Uric Acid: Bakit naman?
Matigas Ang Ulo: Eh suka yan! Tataas pa lalo uric acid mo!
High Uric Acid: Hindi naman yan makakaapekto kasi ibang klaseng acid yan.
Matigas Ang Ulo: Anong hindi? Eh uric acid yan!
High Uric Acid: Hindi ah! O tanungin mo yung magdodoktor.
High Uric Acid at Matigas ang Ulo: *tingin sa akin*
Sister Anne: Iba pong acid yung suka.
High Uric Acid: Tingnan mo! Di uric acid yan! Citric acid yan!
Sister Anne: ... Uhmmm... Acet-
Matigas Ang Ulo: Hindi! Bakit sabi ng doktor ko? Nakakauric acid yan!
Sister Anne: ...
High Uric Acid: Iba yun!
Matigas Ang Ulo: Bahala ka!
Sister Anne: *buntong-hininga*

Palagay ko kailangan ko nang maging doktor para kahit na sabihin ko ang puso nasa tuhod may maniniwala sa akin.

Ang Minsan ay Magpakailanman

2008-03-11T14:32:00.002+08:00

Seeing Incubus walk on the stage left me mute. I was not able to say anything for a long while. It took me a full minute to process the thought that he was a real individual stepping on the same pavement, and breathing the same polluted Manila air as I. After my trance, my first words were, "Putang ina. Nabubuntis na ako."

I think I exhibited all signs of drunkenness. Niki and I even bumped our head at one point but we just laughed it off. I jumped and sang to all of the songs. (Brandon said the audience had a beautiful singing voice) I was actually mad at the people behind me for their lack of energy. What is with that apathy?! This is Incubus for crying out loud!

I was left in such a daze even after the concert. I was smiling when I almost got ran over by a bus while crossing Pedro Gil. Kakagaling ko lang sa langit pupunta na naman ako? Happy thoughts.

I don't know if it's such a good idea to post the videos that I took. I tried listening to them but I can only hear my screams (which, according to Mafel, resembled that of a girl being stabbed mercilessly in the bathroom) and bouts of profanity (especially when he took his shirt off).

Who loves, raves.

2008-02-17T19:24:00.003+08:00

Indeed, Byron. The fourteenth have attested to that once more. There were serenades every period but it was the last that topped all. I love the boys of Block 1 and 1.5. All the girls received red roses (which were not in buckets) and chocolates (from Cloud 9 to Pick one. Improving!). It's incredibly sweet of them to always prepare a short presentation for special occasions. I'll have you know that we planned to give you something as well but it was hard to meet and organize since there was so many of us. Babawi rin kami isang araw. Haha.

I don't think what I witnessed in my campus compare to Mafel's koreanovela sighting. Either that or I have become too habituated with such scenes.

And how did I hear about Mafel's valentine experience? She and Niki went to Manila yesterday! It's nice to see them in my turf for a change. We went to the National Museum of Art for Niki's homework. She had Mafel and me accompany her because she refuses to go with her classmates being a loner and all. You should definitely take lessons on PR skills from us so you could stop being a poor antisocial. Love you too, darling.

And he was beautiful

2008-01-19T22:46:00.000+08:00

There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason for his life
And she was beautiful, and she was virtuous
And he was naive
There was another man who saw
That she was beautiful
A biased vulture of the law
Who, with a gesture of his claw,
Removed the barber from his plate
And there was nothing to do but wait
And she would fall
So soft! So young!
So lost and oh so beautiful

The cast, which composed of Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman, Timothy Spall, Sasha Baron Cohen, and Laura Michelle Kelly, gave a fantastic performance. The actors for Anthony's and Johanna's parts did well but I simply have a distate for their characters. They remind me of Marius and Cosette who I believe are carrying a false notion of love. It's odd to pine for someone you hardly know anything about. It's illogical to hazard yourself for an attachment borne from staring at one another through the window.

Of course, you'd be blind if you miss the famous Tim Burton trademark, a grim and foreboding atmosphere with eerie sets, gothified costumes and make-up, and dim lighting. He made a very bleak London which reflected not only measly state of low class citizens, but also the corruption of man consumed by revenge. I love the visuals of Tim Burton movies!

The songs are infectious! My favorite phrase was 'piss with ink'. It's a shame they failed to include all of them. Some details were also inaccurate, such as the ending. Todd cradling his wife's corpse while dripping blood on her face from his slit throat made a pretty picture but the movie did not show Anthony, Johanna and the constables rush to the bakeshop to find Tobias grinding meat and muttering incoherent strings of words. The thing is, Tobias' insanity (from his discovery of the truth and betrayal by Mrs. Lovette, I think) drove him to kill Todd.

Oh well. Still good. So go! Attend to the tale of Sweeney Todd!

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Normally, I wouldn't think twice about watching mushy Jdramas. I can't stand sappy staring scenes with sakura blossoms falling in the background. I had a disgusted look painted on my face while I was watching Hachikuro. A minute longer and I would have clicked on the 'X' button... but they suddenly did a close up on Toma. I have said it before countless times but I will say it again. Toma is the cutest unrequited lover alive! His haircut looks so good. The wait for the first episode of Honey and Clover was worth it. I heart him so. He has taught me the virtue of patience and the true meaning behind the Filipino aphorism, "kapag maikli ang kumot, binti mo'y ibaluktot" or something like that. I find myself resilient lovey dovey scenes in Hachikuro, and moe weirdness from akihabara@deep. They are starting to grow on me, even.

On the topic of a rapeable individual

kulot: ang sosyal ni maki
kulot: isa siya sa women of the year
sister anne: sa japan?
kulot: sa japanese vogue
sister anne: naks naman
kulot: oo
kulot: may cleavage pala siya
kulot: hahaha
sister anne: talaga?
kulot: napaka rapeable girl niya
sister anne: talaga?
kulot: hahahahhaa
kulot: oo nga naman
sister anne: may pic ka?
kulot: ayan
sister anne: di ako naseexyhan
sister anne: pero kahit na may cleavage siya, di siya mukhang hot
kulot: haha
kulot: si maki kasi siya
kulot: malamang
kulot: haha
kulot: para ng siyang rapeable na innocent amd pretty girl
kulot: nga
kulot: *
sister anne: hindi rin
sister anne: mukha siyang lalaki
sister anne: na may CG na cleavage
kulot: ahhh
sister anne: hehe
kulot: parang mizuki ba tingin mo sa kanya?
sister anne: doon sa picture na yun
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: parang tsurara tingin ko sa kanya eh
sister anne: eh hindi rin siya doon hot
sister anne: cute lang
sister anne: pero hindi pa rin rape-able
sister anne: ewan ko ba
sister anne: di nga ako makaisip ngayon ng rapeable eh
kulot: hahahahahahahhaha
kulot: ok lang yan
sister anne: hahahaha
kulot: DOM point of view ako eh
kulot: gusto ko ng cute girls
kulot: hehe
sister anne: haha
sister anne: not moe enough
sister anne: pak
kulot: naks
kulot: moe
kulot: hahahahahaha
sister anne: hahahahaha
sister anne: kakapanood ko pa lang kasi ng akihabara@deep eh
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: kaya pala
kulot: moe!!!
kulot: ay ankita mo na ang sinasabi kong pics ni ryo?
kulot: grabe
sister anne: on ryo - POTA, ETO ANG RAPEABLE
kulot: hahahahaahahhahaha
kulot: tangina, ang sexy noh?!
sister anne: may mga nakahigang pose pa siya
sister anne: pota
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: fave ko ang parang naghuhubad siya ng pants
kulot: na may im-having-sex face
kulot: hahahahah
sister anne: X_X ---> nahimatay

Hello 08!

2008-01-01T15:32:00.000+08:00

To people I was not able to text,

It was Globe's fault. I tried all day to go unlimited but they refused to let me. They would not let me send the damned unlitext SMS. Here is my late greeting: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you all had a fabulous eve welcoming 2008, meaning so blissfully drunk you could not tell the difference between fireworks and colorful "torotots".

Cheers!

And what did I do while consuming copious amounts of cupcakes and wine?

I did not believe anarchy could ensue as a result of pudding shortage... until I watched My Boss, My Hero. The series cracked me up. I loved the main character, Sakaki Makio, a 27-year-old yakuza leader who was forced to finish high school to inherit the family business. The face he used to threaten teachers not to call him in class looked like that of a monkey being possessed by six demons. These lines by Sakaki made me laugh:

Don't look down on limited sale puddings! (yelling at Kazuya, a subordinate who underestimated the taste of limited sale banana Agnes pudding)

Is this... the dark side? (asking Hoshino-san while playing with slot machines,eating popsicles outside a manga store, and picking up chicks in the park)

Don't look at me with eyes like that of a dead fish - (while talking to a dead fish in cooking class)

Ag, Ag, Agnes! (while doing the Agnes exercise, a challenge to his body-music synchronization)

It was weird that actor who played the lead role, Nagase Tomoya (top), looked tremendously like Ramon Bautista (bottom), the comedic host of an MTV segment called, "The Ramon Bautista Show." The only difference is that the former is more muscular and probably taller than the latter.

Mafel and I were thinking that if the "di naliligong basagulero sa kanto" look was perceived as an appealing dangerous yakuza guise in Japan, we would be shockingly popular there as well. This encouraged us to aim to become superstars there, go on an Asian tour, and spread our fame even more. We even planned to release merchandise such as printed underwear (bra with our faces on each cup following the Mickey Mouse design in Janna's bra).

Japanese are really interesting, aren't they? What amazes me even more is their fandom. They upload shows an hour after broadcast. They make 88 icons in 2 days. This zeal actually made Mafel and I rekindle our banner maker hopes. However, I'm certain it would take us a long time before we could match their production rate. In addition, I still can't install Adobe Photoshop because my poor abused laptop only has 2.37 GB left. To make up for this state, I made a splendid new motto:

"Kung di mo kayang gawin, nakawin." XD

This is my December

2007-12-30T01:23:00.000+08:00

Yes, I live. So what events have occurred in my absence? (not experienced in chronological order)

1) NMAT

It made me realize that I tremendously lack perceptual acuity skills. That part which required examinees to find a particular shape in a mesh of convoluted lines left me cross-eyed. In my defense, I fail to see how spotting bold letters, misplaced punctuation marks, and other typographical errors would make me an outstanding neurosurgeon. What does it matter? Doctors' handwriting suck so much that hardly anybody notices those things!

2) Lulu Castagnette planner

I got it for free. Well, not really. It came with a purchased item. I love it! It's hot pink! It makes me so happy. Aside from it being gay colored, it would save me from making and forgetting mental notes. Not that it would prevent me from cramming but it would make me seem so organized, well-prepared and professional. I feel like an accomplished lawyer fighting for animal rights but without well-manicured nails.

3) Ayala Museum

Going there made me feel so intelligent and civilized... even if most of my remarks went something like "That clay model looks like he's going to urinate on the prison wall", "Filipina women are so hot. We must have taken our flat breast attributes from Europeans", "That metal staircase costs more than my life", and "Spaniards hated the Chinese because they were more stylish than them. See? They wore silk!"

It was so educational too. It reviewed me of of my Philippine History and taught me that the Braille dots near the arrow pointing upwards in the elevator does not say "Good morning!" but "Up".

4) Enchanted

How does she know? I have been singing that verse repeatedly with Niki, Mafel and Janna. You know how actors portraying cartoon characters try too much? So much so that their emotions and gestures appear fake? Well, this movie is different. The cast had a good grip of Disney fairytale characters and it all looked natural. I applaud that. It really was a classic Disney production. It had that princess-y feel.

5) Guests are unwelcome

When I grow up, I'm going to save enough money to go in a far away place every Christmas. That way, I could escape entertaining guests. I do not enjoy preparing meals and fetching them pasta and juice, while plastering a smile on my face. If I don't become successful enough to fund trips, I shall happily stay in Niki's or Mafel's house as a guest.

6) Hormone Disparity

My younger cousins look older than me. It was weird. I thought she was an older cousin but before I could say "Hi, Ate!", she beat me to it. It's not just her. My orthodentist, who recently visited my aunt in California, told me my cousins there seem older than me now.

7) Jannish emoticons

>.< XD -_-; T_T ^_^ @_@ O3O Hey Janna! Look at the ones I came up with! []3[] (because I have glasses on) and Y_Y (so you could see the eyelids). Mafel did this: ^v^.

8) Leaver behinders --- Y_Y

9) Gokusen 2

Just finished it. Yehes! In terms of plot, performance and characters, Gokusen 1 is better. However, the sequel has something that the first season will never have. Teppei! If I have a son, I want him to be as cute and vulnerable-looking as him. I will dress him in ruffled skirts, shiny Mary Janes, and curly wigs.

10) Yamado Taro Monogatari

It is obviously Taro/Takuya! That desperate green-eyed wench should know her place! Ambisyosa! Ilusyonada! Keep your tama no koshi plans to yourself! Commoners are not fit for horse-drawn carriages so stop dreaming! Do not, for one second, think that you will be whisked away by some fairytale prince! There is nothing extraordinary about you! You have no remarkable qualities! You hear me? None! You are beneath them!

Why must there be stupid selfish infuriating girls in every jdrama?

11) Simbang Gabi

There was a girl stupid enough to wear tight fitting clothes during Simbang Gabi in church. She fainted. Moral lesson: Before you let your mind accommodate thoughts on increasing sex appeal, you must first reserve room for logic.

12) People grow cold as I grow old

Age and the amount of received Christmas gifts are inversely proportional. Not only that, you are entitled to give away stuff for the younger crowd too. My grandaunt came for a visit and when she was about to leave, my mother insisted that she take muffins for my younger cousins. So I don't want to share. Bite me. It's a good thing she left me the task of picking which ones to give. I chose the carrot muffins.

13) Going Retro

.. for the Christmas party my blockmates and I had on the last day of classes. It was fun taking pictures with everyone in their 80's outfits. I had the pleasure of having one with my Itay, the winner of the Best Costume award with his geeky Alfalfa look. The boys did another spectacular presentation. They were surprisingly more well-prepared than the girls who had to create one on the spot. We were so blown away by their act we got shamed by ours. Nice.

... in terms of musical tastes. Mafel, Niki and I planned to fall back on old beats by Black Sabbath, The Cure, AC/DC, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Breeders, Metallica, Cranberries, Silverchair, and other band worthy of being called "rock bands". I am grateful to my older cousins who shared with me their generation's music.

14) Word of the Day: Sapol

It is a Filipino expression which translates into "bull's eye". This word is commonly used by Filipino teenagers. Despite this, Niki only discovered the meaning two days ago. Mafel and I had oodles of fun rubbing it in. Disclosing the facts that Mafel does not know what KKB stands for, and I got easily fooled into thinking Cherie Gil is Kokey's biological mother, we had every right to tease her about it.

15) Evaluating Research

Brazilians are hot but they sure as hell cannot write a proper journal. I'm afraid they would not last a minute under Sir Go's merciless scrutiny. The first of my recommendations is "fire your translator".

16) Gacha Gacha

The first thing I read on the cover was "Mature Content". Thank you, Niki and Mafel. I don't need to tell you that it was stimulating read, do I? Mind you, it got close to being discovered by my mother. It was a good thing she decided instead to open my planner, which was on top of it.

16) MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I was wondering why I did not get those new pair of Converse shoes I wanted.

Grabe na to!

2007-11-18T01:23:00.001+08:00

sister anne: hindi yan
sister anne: o kaya ganito na lang
sister anne: para maibalik mo kaagad kay ninoy
sister anne: iburn mo na lang cds niya
de_avignon: ano?
sister anne: tapos babayaran ko yung pinambayad mo para sa blank cd
de_avignon: ako naman magsasabi
de_avignon: "nakakatamad"
sister anne: dali na
sister anne: practice yan
sister anne: para matuto kang magburn
sister anne: magagamit mo yan sa comm life mo
de_avignon: puta
de_avignon: parang di ako nagbuburn
sister anne: marunong ka magburn?!?!?!?!
sister anne: gasp!!!!!!!!
sister anne: :-O
sister anne: WOAH!!!
de_avignon: gaga

This is... the GREATEST SHOCK OF MY LIFE! What a remarkable revelation! Niki, one who does not how to start a conference, one who is unable to download, apparently knows how to burn files into a blank CD. Mafel, are you reading this? Is this piece of information astounding or what?

This is simply awe-inspiring. If Niki could attain this, imagine what feat mankind could do? End world hunger by creating a contraption that could rearrange air molecules to form pork tenderloin. Do away with firearms, shake hands, compromise, and terminate political struggle. Generate a weapon for mass destruction more menacing and lethal than Janna's bulge. Genetically alter DNA to make pigs fly.

And when I thought there was no hope left.

P.S.
Niki, I'm glorifying you so please still burn those CDs after reading this. *kiss*

Pre-Semester Rant

2007-11-10T00:04:00.000+08:00

Today is Saturday. Tomorrow is Sunday otherwise known as NMAT Review Class Day. Yes, it's not for resting anymore. The day after that is Monday. That is when all hell breaks loose because that day officiates commencement of what is rumored to be the most horrible, toxic, unbearable, hectic, sleepless, social life-less, eye bag-ful, coffee-addicting semester a student taking BS Biology in UP Manila will ever take. I don't know if I should trust what people say anymore. Before, they mentioned that our DPSM years would take the life out of us. After that, there is only Bio and we need not worry once we get past the last of our Saturday exams. But no! Apparently, things would prove to be more difficult. Seeing our line-up of subjects, I think I'm really in for one hell of a dizzying rollercoaster ride.

I'm ranting now since I think I won't be able to in the following days. I'm thinking I'd probably be too busy even for an emotional breakdown. Is that a good thing?

I will certainly miss unlimited DSL. Thanks to classes, PLDT my DSL would experience bankruptcy, and ******* would not exceed their bandwidth. I'm still hung up and paranoid over my new member theory.

It's a shame. I don't think I have watched enough series, may it be jdorama, anime, medical or supernatural, for sembreak. And just when I'm in such a jdorama mood. I even researched on the guy my friends and I absolutely hearted, while I was waiting for eppies to load. He's only five years older than us, Mafel! Four for Cherre because she's an old fart. Three for Janna because she's a decaying Pre-Cambrian fossil.

What else did I realize? Hindi gwapo ang mga Hapon! Oo, pati yung crush namin! Cute lang sila kapag ngumingiti. Sa totoo lang, basta singkit ganun. Di naman siguro lahat pero karamihan. Haha. Siyempre nag-Tagalog ako kasi natakot ako sa mga singkit. Baka malaman nila na inokray ko sila at tumalon sila ng sabay-sabay. Baka malunod ang buong mundo. Sabi ng iba diba sakang raw sila. Kapag tumalon silang lahat, lahi na lang nila matitira. Eh di lahat na ng tao magiging sakang?

Bakit ang bitch ko sa mga singkit? Sinapian yata ako ni Ryan.

Yes, I Live

2007-11-06T21:39:00.000+08:00

I thought that you must be incredibly lonely after my hiatus so the saint in me prompted me to post. My thoughts are all jumbled so forgive the incoherence.

It was in an ordinary buzz session in Math class...

Christelle: Ang cute ni Sir Torres. Mukha siyang langgam. Kamukha niya si Jollibee.
*pause*
Mafel: Hindi ba... masyadong mataba si Jollibee para maging langgam?
*pause*
Niki: *hesitation* *struggle* Hindi ba... bee si Jollibee?
*pause*
*thinking really hard*
Christelle and Mafel: Oo nga noh!

But this case of mistaken identity is perfectly justifiable. My learnings in Invertebrate Zoology have taught me that. Apparently, bees and ants belong in the same order, hence, they would share the same characteristics. Furthermore, we only mistook Jollibee for an ant for a very brief moment. If seven minutes, is what you would consider "brief".

Look! I changed my layout! I was choosing between this and a sushi love one, which was equally adorable. I might change this to that after my Higurashi mood wears off.

Speaking of Higurashi, never have I been more wary of ten-year-olds after watching this series. The way characters transform from cute harmless nippa nano desu kiddies to crazy scary disturbed psychos with bloody baseball baths, spine-chilling scythes, fearful fingernail removers and torture contraptions, unafraid of massive crimson stains. From bright-eyes to blank stares and maniacal glints. From curses and demons to alternate worlds to aliens and biological warfare. Higurashi has some seriously creepy shit.

I loved Furude Rika the most! Due to her accurate prophecies, she has been dubbed as the reincarnation of Oyashiro-sama. The truth is she was merely stuck in dimensions being reborn to suffer the same fate, that is being murdered a few days after the Festival of Watanagashi, repeatedly. Will she be able to break free of this vicious cycle? I don't know. I haven't finished Season 2 because the damn episode would not load.

So I switched to Hana Kimi. Yes, I have been infected by the virulent Jologs Jdorama Virus. I just finished watching the first episode. Just the first episode and I already got hooked to the yaoi. I shall say it for you, Mafel. Pare, welcome to the club.

Mafel, Niki and I went to Trinoma last Saturday. Just to clear this up with Jom. Ate, much to your disappointment, I have not been going on dates like you thought. If you choose to stand by what you said, then you're going to have to believe that I am lesbo since we took no men as company. Anyway, Janna should have been there singing Cry in the videoke booth with us. Next time, you should really come. You would have enjoyed it. Window-shopping was fun! All those discounted Converse shoes! And that cute Primonod top! I want to get rich already.

We also watched Unrest. What was disturbing was that the actress who played the real character looked a LOT like Britney Spears. She even strips often. The movie was not scary at all but it was still worth watching since it provided a nice preview of Med Proper life.

Those last three words reminded me of our Philosophy review class.

Does God exist?
God? You mean, the being or the idea?

Do you still want to become a doctor despite having a ticking biological clock and rotting away in med school?
A resounding YES.

Pota. Bakit daw?! Kailangan ba may rason para mahalin ang isang tao?
OO! MALAMANG! Ang hayop nga may rason kung bakit niya ginagawa yung ginagawa niya tapos ang tao "with all these faculties, with such complexity" wala?!

Hay naku, ang ayoko talaga sa lahat yung gagayahin yung sabi ng iba dahil lang sabi ng iba. Huwag ka ngang basta-basta makibagay! Huwag kang mag-feeling na gusto mo yan kahit na hindi o wala kang alam sa bagay na yun! Huwag mong sarilihin ang adhikain ng iba! Mag-isip ka naman! Magduda ka ng onti! Bumuo ka ng sarili mong tatayuan! Nung tinanong kita, tumango ka ha! Sabi mo, "oo naman!" Kapag nabasa mo ito at bigla kang nagpalit ng isip nang walang dahilan, ewan ko na lang!

*breathes deep*

I was blogging away when...

kulot: baket?
sister anne: yung smoke alarm namin bglang nagtututunog
sister anne: takte
sister anne: ang ingay!
sister anne: ang tinis pa nung tunog!
sister anne: tapos dinala ko sa tatay ko tapos sabi niya pabayaan
sister anne: kaya sinira ko
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: baket may smoke alarm kayo?
sister anne: eh nung pagpasok ko sa kwarto nila binuksan ko yung ilaw
sister anne: ang ingay-ingay nung smoke alarm nung dinala ko sa loob tapos di nagising yung nanay ko
sister anne: tapos nilabas ko kaagad para sirain
sister anne: tapos maya-maya yung nanay ko tinawag ako
sister anne: iritang-irita
sister anne: bakit ko raw iniwan yung ilaw na nakabukas?
sister anne: pakerer
kulot: =))
kulot: =))
sister anne: nagising siya sa ilaw pero di siya nagising sa smoke alarm?!?!?!?
sister anne: ewan ko ba kung bakit kami may smoke alarm
sister anne: diba nga dapat nakakabit yun sa kisame?
sister anne: nakalapag lang sa la mesa ng tataty ko eh
sister anne: ewan ko ba dun
sister anne: tatay*
kulot: oo nga
kulot: hahaha, parang laruan
sister anne: nakakarindi yung tunog!
kulot: siguro nagising din ang mga kapitbahay ninyo
kulot: hahahha
kulot: pero ang nanay mo hindi
kulot: hahahaha
sister anne: KAYA NGA EH!
sister anne: grabe!
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: ayos yan, pampagising
kulot: too bad, hindi na yan gagana kung talagang may smoke
kulot: kasi sinira mo na
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: =))
kulot: =))
sister anne: hindi may isa pa naman eh
sister anne: di rin siya nakakabit sa kisame
kulot: hahahaha
kulot: ang labo ng smoke alarm ninyo
kulot: iscotch tape mo nalang sa kisame
sister anne: ayaw
sister anne: effort
kulot: hahahahaha
kulot: baka magskandalo rin ang natitirang smoke alarm
sister anne: oo nga eh
sister anne: pero di ko na gigisingin nanay ko
kulot: hahahah
kulot: baksan mo nalang ilaw para gumising siya
kulot: hahahahaha
sister anne: ayoko
sister anne: diretso hagis na sa dingsing

I am incompetent when it comes to electronics and wiring. I wish I have my own John Galt. Oh, and a Francisco d' Anconia! And a Ragnar Dannesjkold! Hearts everywhere.

Sige na, tutulog na ako. Baka pagalitan na naman ako ng nanay ko.

Anti-141

2007-09-28T21:11:00.000+08:00

This post is dedicated to me, Mafel and all other Bleach fans who have enough sense to hate Orihime Inoue. To ease us of the fear of the unraveling possibility of her ending up with Ichigo.

Surprisingly, I saw this in one of the bulletin boards in our school's campus. Cool, huh?

Pseudodebut

2007-09-08T23:23:00.000+08:00

My Menacing Thoughts:

They say that becoming an adult means meeting the cold hard face of Reality. Let me tell you that it doesn't just intimidate you with its merciless gaze. Reality bites...and chews, swallows, regurgitates and spits you out to make a point. That being life is going to be such a bitch. You are not a kid anymore so you are going to be liable for whatever shit you pull. They give you childhood to dream, adolescence to make mistakes, and adulthood to knock some sense into you. Ruthless, I tell you. And what better way to welcome me to the loving arms of Adulthood than to start my day with killer Invert exams? Happy Birthday.

September Triad Birthday Bash:

Yellow Cab! We all had huge laughs from camwhoring and pigging out with pizza and ice cream. It is safe to say that Razeille Lalican was the life of the party. Ika nga ni Dem-Dem, "never a dull moment."

Videoke! It was nearly ten and G-Box was almost empty so we decided to pursue our secret desire to sing on the stage. Nauna siyempre si Ryan na sa sobrang eager beaver, sa daan pa lang alam na kung ano yung kakantahin. Sumunod si Razeille na kunwaring di pa raw handa at ang kaniyang walang kamatayang "Run To You". Block One's Songbird, I salute you and your diva moves. Tapos si Ewiiik! I am a huge fan of his voice. It makes you want to swing your head side to side like a four-year-old listening to a nursery song. As expected, Alek sang a ballad. Surprisingly, so did Ivan and Aidz. Oo, si Ivan na kahit sa pagkanta nabubulol pa rin. Bati tayo, Dem. Tapos nagpasikat kami nila Alex, Dem, Neko, Nelly at Magnetic Field into the Paige aka Pussycat Dolls sa kantang Don't Cha. And then everybody stood up and sang Quit Playing Games with my Heart. Watch as we do our boyband moves in our video which is coming to blogs really soon.

Dinner with my Relatives:

I knew my parents would not let this occasion pass without making me wear a dress. My mother was triumphant in feminizing me for one evening since the most popular comment was, "Christelle, ikaw ba yan? Ngayon ka lang nagbestida ah." And to think I was with these people from the time I was born. Since I didn't feel the onset of womanhood when I first had my period or the moment the clock struck twelve on the seventh. Niki suggested I might feel it when I don the rose/plum/whatever-shade-that-is colored dress. I didn't but I think my relatives felt it for me.

I thought it was going to be disconcerting and boring but it actually turned out great. I forgot how much I enjoyed cousins' company. They are actually fun to talk to. I wish ALL of my cousins were there. I saw my nephew, AJ, for the first time. I'm glad that I did. It made me wish Troy was there too.

What else made my evening pleasant? Food! Look!

Sashimi and sweets! And presents! Loverrrrrrly.

I can't wait for December. See you then, ladies.

Fading Seventeenhood and Materialism

2007-09-02T14:23:00.000+08:00

Freeze. I'm counting down the days left of my seventeenhood and I despise it. I always rant about turning a year older days before my birthday. Never did I want to alter the tides of time as much as I do now, though. I do not want to be eligible for arrest and imprisonment yet! I suppose it will be much much worse when I'm nineteen going on twenty.

Mafel, Niki and everybody else should be planning what to give me on my birthday. So I have decided to become helpful and drop a few hints:

1. Tux
2. Those ballet flats in Shoe Salon I heart so much
3. Kermit Addidas Sneakers
4. Sandman
5. NOT carrot cake
6. iPod video 80 GB
7. Any sort of porn gear
8. Brandon coming out of a huge birthday cake doing his sultry macho moves wearing nothing but a bow tie
9. External memory
10. LOTS of manga scans
11. LOTS of series in DVDs and the like
12. A ticket to Europe
13. New laptop
14. Johnny Depp's divorce papers
15. A year's supply of sushi or sashimi
16. Eighteen packs of Mars and Musketeers
17. Pedring wearing a pink ruffled dress
18. Felef with his wet look
19. Canon Digital IXUS iZoom
20. Money, money, money

This list would have been longer if my dad did not insist on using the computer.

Moon Child

2007-09-01T22:05:00.000+08:00

What do I find cute?

Vampires dancing with corpses.

I saw this scene twice already, in different films but both about vampires. One was in Interview with a Vampire with Tom Cruise playing the role of Lestat de Lioncourt. I remember Mafel and I raving about it on the phone whenever that scene played. La la
la! La la la! The second one I just watched. It was in Moon Child with Hyde waltzing with some hooligan who just got shot to a classical melody in the background whilst shooting the dead man's comrades. Heart.

What do I find cute?

Hyde wiping away Gackt's tears. Then emo-hugging afterwards. I think yde even gave Gackt a small kiss on the forehead. Or maybe I was just imagining it. Yes, I find yaoi very adorable.

What do I find cute?

Hyde smiling for a picture. With his tongue lolling around his lips and teeth. It was the same thing he did in some of his live performances and photos. The man is cute... seductive... and married. Damn.

What do I find cute?

Gackt struggling to give a girl a bouquet of flowers. I must admit I never expected him to act that well. I guess I just have this stigma against people who live under the illusion that just because they do well in a certain field, they would do well in others. Most entertainers are like that today. Unfortunately, most of them are not as gifted as they claim. I extend my heartfelt disgust to them.

What do I find cute?

Gackt's ganster pose while a Black dude was lighting his cigarette, and his slick turn to face his gang lord bosses. I have to talk to Niki in person soon. I want both of us to do it whenever we exchange our gangster goods or talk of our secret industry. The next would be our little trade of sex slaves, the Zahir and the Count.

What do I find cute?

Daddy Gackt, awwww. He was a big shot with six guns strapped around his waist and legs, and inside his coat was a picture of his little girl. Oh, and Daddy Hyde too. Most people know that Japanese stars keep their personal life in extreme privacy. I read somewhere that when Hyde's son was just born, he had an interview where he blurted out his child's birthday and gender out of excitement.

What do I find cute?

The picture with a sunny beach backdrop and their nyar poses. Hyde! Gackt! Wang Lee-Hom!

Biogyugan '07

2007-08-25T21:58:00.000+08:00

Pakshet na technical yan. Isang malaking kapalpakan! Hanep na talaga yung performance eh. Yung mime dance pa lang ni Jayseeeen talbog na ang seniors. But no! Kailangan talaga mahinang nagsimula yung music namin para di marinig ng mga Shadows. Sabi nga ni Ma'am Parungao, "when it rains, it pours." Tumpak. Dahil simula pa lang inulanan na kami ng malas. Napatid si Ryan at nasira ang kurtina. Kamusta naman yun? Sana lang naman di nakita yung mga tao sa likod. At sana hindi kapangitan ang transitions. Lights off, pwede?! Kung pwede lang ha! Sana tumiming kahit konti para hindi nagmumukhang lumalabas yung mga tao sa stage na parang naglalakad sa Luneta. At por dios naman, wala sanang tumitigil na tugtog nang hindi nanginginig sa kaba at takot ang ballerina naming limang taong nakafreeze sa position niya. Sayang naman ang Best Musical Score. Akala ko pa naman mananalo tayo doon dahil sa Flying Sexy Girl beats ng Tribal.

Kaya lang naman nagkaleche-leche yun dahil di kami gaanong nakapagpasada ng isang buo. Kasi ilang linggo naming inatupag ang choreo. Kasi ilang linggo kami nagpraktis, nagpawis, di kumain ng merienda, nagsakripisyo ng araw na walang pasok, nasarahan ng LRT, at naiinitan sa GAB roofdeck. Kasi kaya naming gumawa ng SARILING choreo.

Bad trip talaga.

Gusto ko sanang ipamukha sa iba na hindi na kailangang magbayad ng milyones. Na hindi naman talaga doon yun nakataya. Na kahit na kuripot ang batch namin, magaling naman kami kaya kaya namin manalo. At pwede naman talaga eh! Hindi naman sa choreo nagkatalunan eh. Patas lang talaga. Tapos mas marami pa sa aming sumayaw. Higit sa lahat, AMIN YUN! Pinag-isipan! Pero dahil talaga sa putragis na technical na yan, nawalan kami ng tsansang manalo.

Magaling naman talaga batch namin eh. Biruin mo naman first year pa lang pakitang-gilas na. For your information, kami lang ang freshmen batch na hindi nag-play. Dapat kasi champion na eh! Pero lagi na lang kami nadadali ng bwisit na technical na yan.

At eto pa. Hindi kami nanalo ng Best Costume. Mas bitter pa yata kami dito kasi naman nagpakita na kami ng laman hindi pa rin umubra! Akala ko mahalay na costume namin pero que barbaridad, ang sophomores naka-bra lang. Dapat lahat ng juniors ngayon pa lang uminom na ng protein shake at mag-push-up tuwing umaga. Kala niyo! Next year, ang abs namin mala-300. (Itay, hindi pa rin ako naniniwalang magiging kasing katawan mo yung lalaki sa San Mig commercial)

Nakakabanas talaga. Buti na lang pumunta kami sa db/tokyo tokyo/videoke after party. Kung sino man ang hindi nakapunta, you just missed half of your life dahil sa rami nang umusbong na isyu.

Basahin ang Tabloidia solium for more details.

Eto ang ibang detalye at fektyurs:

Proweba lang ito sa labing-labing na binanggit nang nag-iisang Reyna ng Kenya at Tsismax.

Memorable Line:
"... In love ako..." - Ryan while swaying and singing to the tune of "Pare Ko"

Kung wala kayong makita, huwag kang magkandarapang kumuha ng salamin. Sadyang madilim sa loob ng videoke booth. Sobrang naexcite ako kaya naman nakalimutan kong ilipat sa Night Mode. Siyempre si Jom hindi makatawa kasi isa siyang malaking cheater na nagpapahyperbaric chamber linggo-linggo.

Iskor, beybe.

Yang huling dalawa hindi yan kinuha kahapon pero nananatili itong proweba sa pagmamahalan ng Gonise love team (desperate attempt of name fusion na para bagang Bennifer o Brangelina... basta ganun dapat ang effect). Bilang pagdagdag ng impormasyon, akala mo ba namang kumanta si Gome ng "Lumayo Ka Man" habang sinasabitan si Dem-Dem ng makating pekeng bulaklak.

Dem, feel free to exploit these pictures. Putashop.

P.S.
Jom, kay Pau ka na lang magbasa kung gusto mo talaga ng tsismax. Yan lang mahihithit mo sa akin. I write for my own convenience. Kung bored ka, magbasa ka ng iba.

Too sleepy to think of a title

2007-08-18T01:21:00.001+08:00

In exultance to the six-day holiday, I give you my new layout. And because I got jealous that Janna has a new layout and I don't. I have many things to say but I'm too sleepy so I'm going to list them down and talk about it tomorrow... If I'm not too lazy.

Slow online videos
Barricades to true happiness
Francisco d' Anconia
Marriage and gay guys

I could have sworn my list was longer than that about five minutes ago.

I just remembered that I wasn't really going to change my layout. I was just supposed to edit my template to enable comments. But I forgot about it while the page was loading (a span of three to five seconds). When the page opened...

Why am I in the template page of my blog?
*thinks*
.
.
.
*thinks really hard*
light bulb!
I must have decided to change my template!

So I went to blogskins, snatched one of the Skins of the Day, and started editing. When I finished, I had a new layout but still no comment page. It scares me that I have this huge a memory problem since I want to go to Med school where they make you memorize TONS of stuff.

Let me check my list.

Mafel and I panicked last night because the site where we view anime videos was so slooow. It would be such a pity if it kept getting worse and eventually became as slow as Veoh or Youtube. I was hoping it's just a temporary glitch in the system but we were thinking it was because of new and useless members who take up the bandwidth. Boo! Ban! Ban! Ban!

It's always been like this. Ever since first year, whenever we would find something we like, whenever we reach the peak of our fandom, something impedes us from letting us making it last (I have now moved on to item 2 of the list).

When there was NC-17, there were annoying "concerned" parents who had to petition against it. That is freedom of speech you are hampering! It may be the speech of hormonally driven teens but they are entitled to that right as well! Those authors were in a sensitive age who chose to be more constructive and let out their thoughts and emotions through literature instead of taking it out on their superiors by means of angst-driven rebellion. They were so intent in sanitizing paragraphs that they did not even care to think of possible alternatives they would resort to.

When there was anime and manga, there was licensing. The internet is there for a reason. We must maximize the advantages that it offers to us. Cut-rate and convenient!

There is Johnny and matrimony. Need I say more?

I went back to that site and watched some videos. Thankfully, things have gone back to normal. But I'm still not naming it since I think new members are evil.

By the way, Mafel, you should read Atlas Shrugged after I return it to Niki. You will LOVE Francisco d' Anconia. He's rich and hot. He's an intellectual and a linguist. He made a speech that made money-loving people such as the three of us saintly. There are also other spectacular characters like John Galt, a genius. I heard they are making it to a film trilogy with Angelina Jolie as Dagny Taggart and Brad Pitt as either Hank Rearden or John Galt. I find this very sad. Although I acknowledge the fact that they are good actors, they fail to carry the air of intellectuals so I really don't think that they are a good choice. And I dislike the whole idea of it being made into a movie with such sensationalized actors taking the lead roles. I bet people are going to flock over the book and proclaim themselves fans. I suppose I'm being very selfish but I find it frustrating to have something you like become a fad.

I remembered that lovely thought about marriage and gay guys. It's like this. There will always come a time in a married couple's life where they would lose interest in each other. At such point, infidelities would occur which nowadays frequently lead to a broken home, divorce or annulment. If I took someone gay for a husband, then we can share "mistresses"! See! It's such a wonderful idea. I get excited over marriage whenever I think about it.

Deathly Hallows

2007-08-03T22:58:00.001+08:00

I read the seventh book. I think it's better than the fifth and sixth but still horrible. Her character development is quite awful. I keep telling this to whoever asks my opinion about Harry Potter these days. But it's true! Too much in one book and not much in another. That's what Niki and I agreed on.

And the deaths! She has no talent for it. For a Dark Lord, I truly believe that Voldemort deserved something better than a ricocheting spell. Although, I do understand why Harry and he can't duel the way Grindelwald and Dumbledore did. In terms of skill, Voldemort would beat him without batting an eyelash. Moreover, she killed lots of characters which, in my opinion, should have stayed alive. How come Fred died when Luna survived? Way unfair.

I must be an absolute dunderhead but I can't completely comprehend the dead-but-not thing. So Voldemort failed to kill Harry because he took his blood as a requirement for reviving himself in the fourth book? In effect, he was not able to kill Harry because a part of him was still alive and inside him? If that's the case, then why was Harry able to kill him finally if Voldemort also put a bit of him the night he tried to kill him? Or is it because Harry has to take in something physical from a Voldemort like his blood, a strand of hair or his pinky? As you can tell, I am very confused. Maybe I didn't pay enough attention to the details. Or maybe it is because I paid too much attention? I should stop musing about this before my eyes go all spiral.

I also think it would have been better if she separated the search for Horcruxes with that of the Hallows. One quest at a time. However, I did like the Hallows story. I also liked the story of they Grey Lady as well. I like digging into the veils of history. (Sob. That reminded me of Sirius.)

About Dumbledore's past... It made him complex and human. But it's still not enough reason for him to groan and beg at the moment of his death. Plus, she made it agonizingly long which was in sharp contrast to Sirius' death. As for his wily aspect, I always thought he was. Otherwise, how could he come up with all those brilliant plans. Some people seem to think that it's his "bad" side but I happen to like the irony of his scheming mind hidden behind his wise old man countenance and knowing smile.

I did NOT like the ending. That is actually my very first thought about the book. I read the epilogue first in an uncovered copy in Powerbooks. I got so disheartened by it that I delayed myself from reading it. Out of all the endings that she could possibly think of, why this? I'm trying to put myself in the writer's position.

Option 1: Voldemort's death would inevitably require Harry's death. He would be known as an exemplary wizard who dueled the Dark Lord and his Deatheaters fearlessly, and matched their strength in front of awestruck masses in a battle of advanced magic. More imporantly, he would be known as a great man who audaciously stood his ground despite the many that have turned his back against him, and unflinchingly offered his life as a sacrifice to save the Wizarding World. Scratch that. We want Voldemort to learn a lesson on love, and good to completely triumph over evil. Fine.

Option 2: Harry Potter defeats Voldemort, and survives the entire ordeal. With the Dark Lord gone, he realizes he is presented with a future filled with many possibilities... Including finally belonging to a family. He takes a good look at Hogwarts, the only place he ever considered home. Almost demolished but still standing. His eyes finally land on Hermione tending to Harry's wounds, Hagrid helping Neville stand up, Molly hugging her husband and children with relief and tears mixed in her eyes. They all valiantly struggled to protect him as he did them. This was his family. Finally, he could have his peace with them. End. No epilogue.

Option 3: Harry marries Ginny and ends up with three children --- Why? Why? WHY?! I understand that part where he's always wanted a family but there is always option number 2. Or something to that effect. *sigh*

If there was one thing that I liked about that book, it is that Ron and Hermione finally ended up together. Hah! They kissed! Ron was so adorable. I even thought Harry was amusing at that point.

Aside from Harry Potter, I preoccupied myself with listening to the radio, reading Ayn Rand, sleeping, eating milk chocolate, reading fanfiction, watching music videos, posting in this blog... absolutely anything that will give me an excuse to stall myself from studying. It just dawned on me that I have three exams to prepare for. And I am doing all these knowing that I have a huge problem with concentration. No, wait. I did all these things because I have a problem with concentration. Oh well. "Let the good times roll..."

Oh and I went to Trinoma yesterday. 'Twas my first time to go there and I found it more acceptable than what I imagined it to be when my blockmate told me about it. I suppose it's because I visited it later than she did. There are more open stores and no street kids running around. I even ate great sushi while I was there. Yum, I want more.

I had a wonderful thought about marrying a homosexual a while ago but I forgot. I'll tell everyone about it if I remember. I hope I get reminded soon. I have a huge memory problem. Both my parents and Niki will attest to that.

This Week

2007-07-15T02:32:00.000+08:00

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Daniel Radcliffe - Your acting sucks as always.
Rupert Grint - You are the perfect Ron.
Emma Watson - You overdid it again.
Katie Leung - You are not crush material.
Helena Bonham Carter - You had, what, seven lines? Still, you managed to portray the role of a deranged Deatheater excellently. *bows down*
Jason Isaacs - Awesome acting. The perfect Lucius.
Michael Gambon - You make Dumbledore seem more human than he should be.
Gary Oldman - You got the sentimentality of Sirius but I yearn for his good looks.
Young Sirius, Remus, James and Severus - You all don't look good enough.

I guess it should come as no surprise that there were a lot of inconsistencies. It's not just the details. Where was the angst? Where were the outbursts and fits of attention-seeking anger? And what the heck? They didn't even mention that Ron and Hermione are prefects now. Although, it is a good thing that they show more Ron/Hermione moments now. They didn't get the details of Sirius' death right but they did capture the abruptness of it.

The part I liked the most was when the Order was fighting with the Deatheaters near the Veil. I liked the swooping action. And I liked the masks of the Deatheaters. They remind me of the Immortals in 300.

Oh, and the kiss was nothing extraordinary.

Nana.

I think it is pretty much like what Karekano is for Niki. I like all except for three. Hachiko, Sachiko and Shouji. Even though I should despise Takumi for ttreating women like playthings, I can't bear to hate him. He is so hot.

I heart Shin. He's a fifteen-year-old bassist who sleeps with older working women for money. He's quite sharp for a guy his age. Nobu seems younger in character as compared to him. But I absolutely melted in episode 27...

Hachi: Nobu is idealizing me, that's why he fell in love with me. If you knew the real me, it would shatter your illusion.

Nobu: Then come on. Shatter my illusion. Because I don't know what else I can do to stop loving you.

THAT is the SWEETEST THING.

Friday the Thirteenth.

Was not unlucky. At least not for me.

Invertebrate Zoology.

Podophrya. Textatularia sp. Bad trip.

Dota.

Going back to my beginnings. I miss -arspnp.

BSS/QED Induction

2007-07-07T22:10:00.000+08:00

Niki and I talked about joining organizations in UP during one of our unli days. Is it true that other schools only require aspiring members to fill out a form, sit in one of those talks, and they're in? Why can't we follow the same system? We even imagined a scenario wherein a UP graduate gets accepted in a company after an interview and he goes, "What? No blind fold?" The executives give him a puzzled look but our alumni goes on and on saying, "Is this some sort of test to see if I think that I can get this job easily? Well, let me tell you that UP has taught me to expect the worst. You want me to juggle three butcher knives while riding an elephant and evading a wave of bullets? I'll do it! You are completely unaware how much of a masochist and exhibitionist I have become!"

So why join orgs? One shall not realize the full benefits of being a member of a particular organization until he or she experiences the joys of inducting applicants.

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Sa wakas, nakaganti rin ako. Kala niyo. Amanos! Umuwi kayo ng basa at gumagapang. Sorry na lang sa mga napagtripan ko. Ganyan talaga ang buhay. Minsan talaga binubuhusan kayo ng isang basong tubig, pinapakanta ng Itaktak, pinapagpose katulad ni Oble, pinapasayaw ng Otso-Otso, pinapasigaw ng "Wala akong itlog" (exclusively for male inductees), pinapahiran ng gawgaw, pinapagsabi ng scientific name, etc. Sa totoo lang, wala pa yan. Tingin ko nga mas malala pa yung kapatiran ng AC dorm eh. Maghintay kayo ng Biomas induction. Yun ang masaya!

Anime Quizzes

2007-06-30T21:27:00.000+08:00

Friend: Do you have anything to do for school?
Me: Answer the Physics 52 problem set, and Morphoanatomy and Physics 52.1 exercises. Do an experiment on Genetics. Research for a journal proposal for Invertebrate Zoology.
Friend: What are you doing now?
Me: Procrastinating
Friend: Why?
Me: Because DSL is so fun.

Which Bleach Character Are You?

What Bleach Character Are You?

Hosted by theOtaku.com: Anime. Done right.

Aw, I'm Urahara! I shall interpret this result to mean that my scientific skills are parallel to his. In the future, the world will be struck with my catastrophic discovery that would violate bioethics. Unfortunately, I would be exiled for it. The turn of events would push me to ditch my white coat, wear a striped hat, and open a shop with illegal merchandise including pirated anime DVDs and Janna's jutes for financial support.

What Kind of Anime/Manga Are You?

You are a creative and free individual, who marches to the beat of a different drum. You have a bad habit of telling lies and making up excuses, but you have an amazing talent for imaginative things. What Kind Of Anime/Manga Are You?

How precise. But it doesn't really tell me which anime or manga I'm like. Whoever entitled this quiz, or placed it in the 'anime quizzes' category has no common sense.

Please refer me to a website which streams licensed anime, allows viewing of licensed manga, cares not about bandwidth, and downloads fast. Let me delight in the pleasures only the forbidden can give, and prostrate myself before the proprietor of prohibitions aka its webmaster.

P.S.

Note to Niki about the dangers of marijuana:
Marijuana contains carcinogens and THC which could impair your respiratory and chest organs, attack your brain causing neurological damage, and inhibit your immune system. You get this when you get addicted to it, and it's highly addictive. So it doesn't just make you feel all giggly. (Go Histo 5 knowledge!)

Sorry I was unable to reply. I ran out of load.

Oh, and did you get to keep the brain? If so, name yours so it could get together with the one I keep in my dorm room. Its name is Alberto.

So much for carpe diem

2007-06-13T11:57:00.000+08:00

Last day na ng summer. Iniisip ko kahapon lulubos-lubosin ko na ang araw na ito kasi pasukan na. Walang internet sa dorm at que horror ang school work. Kaya naman gumising ako ng alas diyes ng umaga imbis na ala una ng tanghali para lang makapanood. Pero ano naman ang nadatnan ko?

BANDWIDTH EXCEEDED! No videos for today.

P&%$^* I#@! Waaaaaah! Ibalik niyo ang anime ko! Wala akong sem break, mga inutil kayo! Huhuhuhu!

I tried logging in another account but I got the same results. Ack! I have a feeling it's because I watched nonstop from twelve pm yesterday until two this morning. Plus, the fact that I've been watching for long periods of time the past days also caused them to track my IP address and enforce a subtle 24-hour ban.

Mod experience has taught me how to change IP addresses but damn, I barely remember how. How convenient. Anyway, I'm not so sure if I could do it with this kind of internet connection either. *sigh*

What am I going to do?! This day was supposed to be the last blissful one! I planned it all before gong to bed. I was going to soak up all the anime that time and connection speed could possibly allow since I know that I wouldn't be allowed this luxury for how many days.

It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

And just when I was starting to content myself with Veoh and Youtube, a horrible stomach ache struck me. I lost my appetite for pasta. Do you now realize the extent of my pain? Icing on top of Lady Misfortune's cake. You have certainly done your job well.

It is NOT my fault that OCS arrived at a Wednesday-free schedule. It is NOT my fault that I ended up starting classes on the fourteenth, a day later than most people. It was NOT my intention for other people to long for the delay that I so luckily enjoy (well, supposed to). So why the hell do I feel like I am taking the fall for all these things?

This is either divine retribution for the daybreak escapes (ganun ba kasamang sulitin ang DSL na binabayaran ng magulang ko?) or intense paranoia from my gastric affliction. I don't care. I want out! Give me back crunchy!

Hobby-less

2007-06-10T00:06:00.000+08:00

kulot: i need a hobby
sister anne: kailangan ko rin ng hobby
kulot: oo
kulot: punyeta
kulot: wala ako magawa
sister anne: destined ata tayo maging couch potato
sister anne: manood na lang ng manood
sister anne: at kumain habang nanonood
kulot: at mag ym habang nanonod
sister anne: oo nga
kulot: na walang katuturan ang pianguusapan
sister anne: at makitulog sa bahay ng iba
kulot: shet
sister anne: *nods*
kulot: ang exciting naman
sister anne: oo nga grabe
kulot: bakit ang ibang tao maraming nagagawa?
sister anne: oo nga
kulot: siguro kailangan nating ng sports
sister anne: shet
sister anne: chess
sister anne: haha
sister anne: pero nakakapagod rin mag-isip eh
sister anne: sabi namin ni niki dati dapat raw bawat taon may matutunan kaming bagong skill
kulot: pero wala naman
sister anne: tapos yung para ngayong taon, chess
sister anne: grabe
kulot: ilang taon na lumilipas
sister anne: si niki lang ata nagsipag eh
kulot: haha
sister anne: ngayong taon lang kami nagsimula
kulot: sinusubukan ko matuto ng illustrator
kulot: pero nakakatamad
kulot: amputa

So bottom line is, I have a mundane existence. I guess the gods had enough decency to grant me DSL. As a species of this planet, I have adapted to my environment as stipulated by Darwin's theory. I have developed exemplary skills in couch potatoing. Allow me to enumerate those I have watched this summer alone as proof.

1. Prince of Tennis
2. Bleach
3. Death Note
4. Saiunkoku Monogatari Season 1
5. Ranma OVA 3-8
6. Darker than Black
7. Naruto: Shippuuden
8. Ouran High School Club

And I have now begun watching...
9. Yamato Nadeshiko Shichihenge

My manga downloads have been temporarily ceased because of lack of memory space. But Janna promised to give me more manga scans if I get an external mem. Goal!

By the way, I would just like to point out the power of anime's influence. After completing Ouran's series, Mafel and I have decided to hold a celebration of our debut wherein guests will be asked to cross dress. It will be so much fun! Tuxes and vests! I doubt this would actually happen, though. I'd sleep all off my obsession come 2 AM. But I mentioned it here anyway because it's such a happy thought.

Oyasumi!

Death Note

2007-06-09T21:08:00.000+08:00

I love the intellectual battle between Yagami Light and L. It's like they have each other by the neck so they are forced to really think of a plan to outsmart each other. The clever schemes... Not to mention the yaoi. Never fails to light up my bulb. It gets dreary after L dies, though. It was him who pushed Light to really think. In my opinion, Near and Mellow, L's successors, are not much of a challenge for Light. Aside from that, L provides all the dry humor.

L: Thanks for showing me this place.
Light: And nobody's going to be staring at you for sitting like that.
L: I just can not sit any other way than this. If I sit the way other people do, my reasoning ability drops by forty percent.

Light (to his father): I swore that if anything happened to you, I'd make sure Kira got the death penalty
L: (thinking) It's hard to believe this is just an act. I mean, if it is an act, it's just way too corny.

Misa: Why do you like eating sweets? They make you fat.
L: If you use your head, then you won't get fat even if you eat sweets.

Matsuda: Ryuuzaki, is there anything else I can do to help? Besides the manager job?
L: You want to be useful?
Matsuda: Yes!
L: Then go get me some coffee.

And of course, his killer line: I am L. Woooooh!

Also, evil Light is hot.

The return to my manga downloading habits. I should stop myself before I blow up my laptop to tiny pieces. The poor thing is so overused. Remaining Memory: 10 GB. *sigh* I must really buy myself an external memory. Problem is, it's way too expensive and my money keeps going doooown the drain.

Upstaging Mandy Moore

2007-06-01T00:20:00.000+08:00

Aside from window shopping, watching movies, playing Tekken and House of the Dead, eating bucket meals and popcorn, the Third Triumverate has discovered a new way to pass the time in Gateway... karaoke. It was also that time when we uncovered the fact that we are masters of the melancholic melody. Not surprisingly, we discovered that our music genre is undoubtedly the "mellow". We so did justice to the 90's classic hits such as "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys, and "My Everything" of 98 degrees. We even sang the lively pop tunes of "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears, and the immortal OPM song, "Magasin" by Eraserheads. Then, there was our finale, "Cry" by Mandy Moore. Everything was dutifully revived, including the second voice. The composers and performers would have tears of joy coursing down their cheeks had they heard us sing. It's just a pity the damn karaoke machine didn't show us our scores.

In addition, I'd just like to point out that it's odd to sing in a karaoke booth if you are all alone. You should opt for karaoke if you're in a big crazy group. We saw a guy singing a sentimental song all by himself. We wanted to take a picture of Mister Suicidal Loner but he was gone when we came out of our booth.

As for the arcades, we played Tekken but we lost easily. It's all Niki's fault. She should have flashed the teenage boy we were up against. We also hand-grenaded and rifled our way through House of the Dead. It took less card swipes to get to the place where we usually die. It's subtle and slow but I can tell we're improving. Haha.

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End! A ship manned by a bunch of Johnnys doesn't seem like hell to me at all. I would have stayed in that god forsaken desert populated by rock-crabs if I'm with the Johnny crew. Beats cable. Well, about the movie, I'd say the first is still the best. I found it really endearing when Daddy Sparrow called Jack, "Jackie". In my opinion, he should have been the Pirate King. He holds the written code anyway. Elizabeth is an attention grabber as always. Ugh. It was a really good thing when Jack told her, "Once is enough". In your flat two-dimensional face, Knightley. Hah!

So the captain of the Flying Dutchman and his lover would only be able to see each other once every ten years? Ten years of abstinence would make any man horny. I can imagine why Davy Jones got so pissed when Calypso didn't turn up. They should have done what Will and Elizabeth do. We think they pull all-nighters to make the day worth ten years.

Will: Run along now, son. Your mom and I have lots of catching up to do.
Son: But I want to spend time with you, father.
Elizabeth: Now, now. You shouldn't be disrespectful of your father. Head to your uncle's.
Son: Okay, mother. *walks away*
Will: Is he gone? Great! *strips off Elizabeth's corset*
Twenty four hours later...
Will: Whew! Braving through the stormy seas was nothing compared to this!
Elizabeth: *smiles coyly* That's because you did all the work this time. Not the crew.
Will: One more go?
Elizabeth: *turns to the sky* Oh no! It's sunset!
Will: *panics* Okay, okay. We'll just wrap it up real quick!

I'll go to bed now.

P.S. I finally watched 300. The only spectacle I saw in it was the sculptured eight-pack.

Bleach

2007-05-26T23:56:00.000+08:00

One hundred twenty-six episodes of Bleach... done. Oh yeah, oh yeah. *does the hula*

Things I Heart About Bleach List:

I heart Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku Matsumoto! Grabe, kapag wala silang love scene, magwawala ako. Tell me those boobs aren't there for nothing. I miss seeing Gin after whole filler arc with those Bounto. I missed his foxy smile and the way he lets Rangiku have her way. For instance...

Gin: Are you sure you wanna dodge that?
Hitsugaya: Hinamori!
Rangiku intercepts Gin's Zanpakutou
Rangiku: If you continue to fight, then I will be your opponent from here on
Gin leaves

Gin sees Aizen get cornered by Soi Fon and Yoruichi
Gin: What should I do?
Rangiku grabs hold of Gin's wrist
Gin: I've been caught
A dialogue ensues about Aizen's seeming helplessness
A beam of light (forgot what it was called) transports Aizen and his subordinates to Hueco Mundo
Gin: If only you had held on to me a bit longer... I'm sorry

I love them. That is my major pairing for Bleach. My minor ones include Ichigo/Rukia/Renji, Ishida/Nemu, Byakuya/Ukitake, Kyouraku/Ukitake, etc. I love to mix and match.

I heart Kuchiki Byakuya because he is:
1) an aristocrat
2) rich (a corollary of reason #1)
3) insanely powerful (I love his lethal sakura blossoms)
4) a big brother (made me go aw to the nth degree when he got pierced by Gin's Zanpakutou after saving Rukia and when he went after Kariya after on of his subordinates tried to kill Rukia)
5) damn hot

I heart Hitsugaya Toushirou. The kid prodigy who snatched one of the craved for captain titles without having any formal Shinigami training. He is such a hot guy when in casual clothes. I love his devotion to Hinamori but I do not want Hinamori to end up with him. That weak spirited brat should have nothing to do with him.

I heart Urahara Kisuke. The former 12th squad captain and founder of the Bureau of Technology who achieved Bankai in three days and claims to be a "handsome innocent store keeper". Very cute when he dons his striped green hat. Very hot when shown with his white captain coat. A genius.

I heart Shohouin Yoruichi. The former Commander of the Secret Mobile Corps and 2nd squad captain who is able to shift from a cat to naked woman form. The reigning and unbeatable Goddess of Flash despite eluding combat for a century.

Generally, I just heart all the Shinigamis because each of them have their own unique skills and personality. Their wacky antics never fail to amuse me.

I even heart Quincy dude, Ishida, but I heart Daddy Ishida even more. Especially so when he told his son the reason why he gave up his Quincy powers... They don't make money. There is capitalism in the spiritual realm!

I even heart the minor characters such as Jinta, Ururu, Yuzu, Karin, Kon, Nova (whose gigai is unusually hot) etc. Filler episodes about them don't become boring because they have their own humor. Makes it still very fun to watch.

Maybe this list would have been shorter if I just enumerated the things I don't like. Let me be precise. The person I don't like. Yes, note the singularity.

I despise Orihime Inoue. I have mentioned this before and I will do so again. Die, die, die. The biggest mistake Bleach animators could ever commit is to make her end up with Ichigo. That would be outrageous! As outrageous as the kind of reasoning the 21,000 had when they voted for Victor Wood. As outrageous as pickled fish and asparagus served with parfait. As outrageous as the thought of me becoming a vegetarian. As outrageous as Niki Razon's "flattening bra". Okay, now I've proved my point.

Comm III

2007-05-23T10:24:00.001+08:00

Allow me to chronicle my Comm III escapades.

Small Group Discussion: How can the Department of Education improve the quality of Philippine elementary education?

What a mouthful. Unfortunately, our group was assigned to discuss about matters of policy. I wanted our group to pick matters of value so we could talk about light topics. But oh well. The good thing about is I could parrot stats and existing policies. Which I did. And I was able to give a fair amount of contribution to the discussion. Deep breath. Thank goodness it was all ove-

Prof: Christelle, what do you mean an equal amount of budget for each region?
Me: Dep Ed suggested an equal amount of budget for each region to minimize the disparity of the quality of education between regions.
Prof: *puzzled look*
Me: It's like if the government allots five pesos for Manila, they would also allot five pesos for a far-flung region, say, Palawan.
Prof: *puzzled look*
Me: They did that to make the quality of education between provinces equal because the tendency is the urban areas get to develop their education more.
Prof: *puzzled look*
*getting frustrated*
Pakerer. Napakasimpleng tanong na maayos kong pinaliwanag.
*incoherent words and hand gestures*
Me: The current budget system allocates the budget depending on the participation rates of each region but they are suggesting to equalize the budget for all regions. They did that so that the quality of urban education would not improve at the expense of the quality of rural education. But our group agreed that it is not the allocation of the budget that's the problem but the fact that the sector of education is receiving a small budget.
Prof: Okay.
Sa wakas ampotek

Impromptu Speech

During the early parts of the sem...
Prof: I value respect for the speakers. The audience should not be sleeping or doing other things that could distract them while they are in front.
Blockmate: Could you video your speech?
Prof: You could if you want to immortalize your speech. But if it's a video of your other classmate's speech, you have to ask permission first.

Before impromptu speech...
Me: Jom, huwag ka na ngang papampam! Huwag ka nang mag video!
Jom: Ayoko. Gusto ko makita mistakes niyo para di ko na magawa sa impromptu ko.
Me: Ma'am, can you take a videos of the impromptu speech?
Prof: Sure!
Me: Even if the speaker doesn't want to?
Prof: That is between you and the speaker.
Me: Jom, I don't want to.
Prof: Jom, set up your video equipment.

Bwakanang ina.

I felt like throwing up. I cannot come up with ideas for a speech like this. Looking into the paper rolls inside the box, I wondered which one I'm going to pick. Maybe this one? No, this one. It's the most elevated compared to all the others. It's like begging to be picked. So I picked it.

Topic: What are the three things you like most about your family?

Pakshet. I must make use of my CLE skills. Mega imbento ang speech ko. In fairness, totoo naman yung parteng sinabi ko na gusto ko ang pagiging only child ko. The rest? Isang malaking kasinungalingan!

Interview

Until now, I have no idea how to spell his name. But I like our interviewee because he was a rich upcoming artist who serves cold orange juice in fancy glasses to his guests. We had to interview him twice. At both instances, one of our groupmates failed to show up. Ulol. Bahala kang interviewhin si Madam Auring. Tanungin mo kung may asim pa siya.

The interview was good. He's an artist and I am a fan of art. My segment lasted for about 10 minutes. Haha.

Extemporaneous Speech
Behind Big Eyes: A Perspective on Japanese Animation

I would like to give my thanks to Globe Unlitxt for allowing me to badger Niki and tell her the points of my speech. I remember telling her I was so happy that a Comm major approved my topic. Morale boost. Oh yeah, thanks for coming up with the title at three in the morning when all traces of coherence have already left me.

As for the speech, it went unbelievably well. I was less nervous about it than my impromptu. A good thing. The audience was so participative. Hooray for that! And let me just add that I felt so professional knowing that I wore my gray vest.

Thank you, high school Lit teachers for making my public speaking experiences in Assumption so terrifying that I truly believed that nothing could be worse than seeing puckered lips and dreading the promise of "I will kill you in the orals". Ironically, this gave me more confidence.

Despite taking this course, an immense animosity towards public speaking remains in my heart. I will still opt not to speak in front of everyone whilst being heavily scrutinized by a hawk-eyed Comm masters graduate.

Oh, and let me insert something completely unrelated to Comm III.
MILAGRO! Exempted ako sa Dev Bio!

Inferno

2007-05-13T23:07:00.000+08:00

Summer classes are hell. Hell in a sense that the rays of the sun are merciless. I feel like miniscule parts of me are combusting into smoke and ashes everytime I step outside an airconditioned room. It's like melting under Cyclops' intense gaze.

Torture is an indivisible part of hell. It comes in many forms. For instance, taking up Developmental Biology during summer with a Zoology Lecture professor who gives abysmally difficult exams, a Zoology Laboratory professor who is unable to distinguish between cumulus oophorus and stratum granulosa, an ancient and military Botany Lecture professor who repeats her lessons ten times using three slides, and a Botany Laboratory professor who no longer gives pre and post lab lectures like he used to.

Whoever said that Comm 3 during summer is easier should allowed to wallow in a pit of muck and nightmares. Are professors allowed to change the grading system just to match their own standards? I hate it when professors think so highly of themselves. So much so that they claim the authority to make a range of 97-100 for a grade of 1. So much so that they consider themselves exempt from the ruling they want their class to follow. You dare think you teach well? In your dreams! You have your own share of 'uhhmmms' as well. Want me to count them for you?

What is the difference between heaven and hell? Imagine that in this cosmos, the only utensils available are those whose handles are five feet long. Hell is where a group of individuals are starving because they failed in their attempt for their utensils to reach their own mouths. Heaven is where people are satiated since they feed each other.

Our block is famished.

Inoue is the spawn of the devil. Keep away from Ichigo. You weak-spirited perverted attention-seeking lowlife. You are far less than what you think you are worth so don't go endangering other people who have infinitely more value than you. I hope Aizen uses his illusions to make you think Ichigo is his sword. Being the brainless twit that you are, you would never realize that an Ichigo craving for you is a figment existent only in your wildest dreams. Die, die, die.

I feel like my skull has been gnawed at and my ideas zapped from me. The tuxedo, then the necktie and now the vest. Damn you, Britney and Avril.

I should be studying. No, I should be sleeping now and studying a while ago. Instead, I watched TV, talked on the phone, surfed the net, downloaded songs, blogged, slept, ate cake, and stared at the ceiling. Very productive. Oh well.

The world is vampire... Sing with me! ... sent to draaaaaain. Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames.

Fluctuations

2007-04-25T16:57:00.000+08:00

My fascination is usually limited to a select few characters in an anime series. Surprisingly, Bleach has breached that habit. Yes, it is that good. The Shinigamis make up the majority of it and I like all of them! I even like the two main characters. That rarely happens since most protagonists are attention whores aka Miaka and the Midou siblings.

I shall expound on this further when I finish the entire thing. Unfortunately, summer classes and bitchy uncooperative Bitoy have impeded my daily 40-episode pace. It's a shame but there's nothing I can really do.

What I did accomplish, on the other hand, is put songs inside my cellphone. Hooray! It's like having an iPod and cellphone in one gadget. Thank you, Nokia 6233. Sure, it's not an N series model but I'm just so thankful that I won't experience dull moments in school any longer. But it would be nice if it could play mpeg videos as well. That way, I can watch Brandon singing Wish You Were Here whilst I explant in lab class.

Warning: Emo passages ahead

It's incredibly frustrating when things take an abrupt turn for the worst. I absolutely hate it when:
1. you find yourself in a jovial atmosphere one moment and a diamal one the next... all because of a rude remark
2. being misunderstood
3. bombarded with nuisances one after the other

Mada Mada Dane

2007-04-12T03:12:00.000+08:00

All 178 episodes plus the chibi specials of Prince of Tennis... DONE! All in a span of a four days. I started last Tuesday and ended on the Sunday of the same week but I didn't watch any on Friday and Saturday. I deserve a hundred pats on the back for a pace of more or less forty episodes a day. I spent a productive break, yes? Anyway, let me rave about Prince of Tennis. I will be brief though. I need only emphasize four main points.

TEZUKA! The insanely cautious captain of Seigaku is the tennis god of this series. Everybody and I mean, everybody looks up to him. Seigaku regulars, sports journalists, onlookers, even his opponents. Despite a broken elbow that unfailingly hinders him from displaying his true potential, he was able to amass such a reputation. He had to go to Germany to fix his ailment and so everyone had to endure a tremendous wait for his return. Seriously, it was like the Jews waiting for their Messiah to appear. He did go back, at one point, to act as coach for the Invitational Camp when Ryuzaki fell sick. Naturally, some of the members doubted his skill as coach since he is only a junior high school student. In order to prove otherwise, he was forced to have a match with all the doubting Peters in his team. Oishi tried to insist on stopping the match because his elbow has not yet fully healed at that time. However, Tezuka told him that the doctor allowed him to have matches if he only returned balls with light swings. You could imagine how indignant his opponent was. He was invited as a player for the camp. How could Tezuka possibly win against him if he kept using light swings? Of course, Tezuka proved everybody wrong in the end. All the non-believers gave up on their match the moment Tezuka scored a point.

Tezuka is the only one who could motivate the aces of Rikkaidai and Hyotei to battle it out just to prove who is his rightful rival. Can you imagine inventing new techniques, developing your stamina, swinging your racket a hundred times, running ten or more laps, and having practice matches daily just so you could reserve the right to fight with someone else?

And who else but a deity could induce Sanada to sing Wonderful Days, a boyband song, in front of an audience in a welcome back party, and Atobe to oblige a request that required him to lower his overbearing ego to train a regular which defeated his team? Nobody else but our bespectacled straight-faced green-haired Seigaku captain. The real pillar of support, in my opinion.

Somebody build a monument for this guy.

FUJI-baby! The most adorable tennis prodigy ever to be created in the two dimensional realm. The man of smiles and calm exterior. The man who rarely shows weightiness and true potential yet manages to win. The man able to withstand the toxicity of Inui juice. The man angered by threats to his friends and family, most especially to his younger brother, Yuuta. The man who looks stunning in a red dress and hat. My description for Fuji might comparatively short but thats because Fuji-baby is just too cute for words.

If you are a close friend of mine, you should have seen this coming... TEZUKA/FUJI! It's incredibly blatant! From the very first time I watched Prince of Tennis, I knew this pairing existed and would blossom into one of those which I would include to my to-die-for-pairings list. They are so suited for each other, the tennis prodigy and the tennis god. I loved their showdown! I had to call Niki up so I could obsess with her. Lots of pretty flashbacks showcasing their alone moments in the locker room, on their way home, and in the tennis court.

Fuji actually got mad at Tezuka in their first year when he agreed on having a match with him when he knew his wrist was injured. Tezuka even apologized to Fuji for his behavior. Allow me to repeat that. Tezuka apologized to Fuji. That was the only instance you will see Tezuka saying sorry to anyone. In turn, it was only Tezuka who was able to bring out the Fuji's full potential in a tennis game. That is true love. Oh, and hello? Fuji was the first person Tezuka told his decision to go to Germany to. See, they exemplified the rule that couples should tell everything to their better half.

The chibi episodes were so precious to me. The cowboy one was a gift from heaven. Fuji in a fluffy red dress, and Tezuka with his Matrix maneuvers. They were like Bonnie and Clyde. Fuji, the Gunman's accomplice, came to be rescued by Tezuka, the sought for Gunman. The Tenpuri one was also adorable. Tezuka as grandfather and Fuji as grandmother. Fuji actually called Tezuka "sweetheart" there! So endearing.

Did you notice the airplane flying around during Fuji and Kirihara's fight? It was like a hint in a bright blinking yellow lights screaming "Tezuka is my source of inspiration and strength! He is what keeps me going on despite my knee injury!" Tachibana, you flirt! You are nothing more than a fling! Know your place! You can never surpass the god and lover that is Tezuka!

Finally, the ENDING SUCKS. I was so frustrated after watching the final episode. It even dampened my good mood after watching the Fuji vs. Tezuka fight. See how evil it is? It was completely obvious that Ryoma only beat Tezuka because he was the lead character. They didn't even show the details of the game! I mean, usually, a match would span two or three episodes because they would show how shots would defeat techniques which would cause a player to grasp triumph in a game. But in that fight, Ryoma just kept on delivering the ball. They barely showed Tezuka receiving them. This leads to a very sound conclusion. It is NOT possible for Tezuka to lose. Animators could not find a logical way for Ryoma to defeat Tezuka but they had to let him win because producers say that's how the ending is supposed to be. So they came up with a crappy episode which showed Ryoma's victory without any explanation on how it occurred.

Did I say I was going to be brief?

Potter Puppet Pals in "The Mysterious Ticking Noise"

2007-04-01T12:01:00.001+08:00

This musical just rivaled my love for Rent.

Pekpek sa Tagiliran

2007-02-24T22:22:00.000+08:00

Yung kaibigan ko lumabas lang sandali para bumili sa Masagana. Mga 8 pm na noon. Habang naglalakad siya, may biglang pumigil sa kaniya na lalaki. Sabi sa kaniya huwag na raw tumuloy kasi "may babae raw na binabanatan ng tatlong lalaking hubad". Sabi ng kaibigan ko sa kaniya humingi ng tulong sa mga guard ng Adamson at Masagana. Siya naman bumalik sa dorm namin tapos humingi ng tulong sa mga guard. Sabi nung guard hindi raw sila makakatulong kasi "hindi naman raw nila teritoryo yun".

Putragis na mundong ito.

To say that I'm bothered by this would be making an understatement. The mere thought of defloration isn't necessarily what vexed me. Everyone is accustomed to learning about statutory offenses like this. Headlines scream it everyday. People read it in books, fiction or otherwise. They have seen more than enough of fornication in movies or X tube. What disturbed me was that it seemed so real... that it happened a stone's throw away from me.

Drunks (or at least I think those men were) do not have a firm grasp of reality and they are more sexually stimulated. They don't care who they rape as long as they get laid. So any innocent passerby could get assaulted. It could have been my friend if it was not for a five-minute delay. It could have been me coming home from a late-scheduled exam.

What really irked me off was that people who could have helped her did not. Hindi namin teritoryo yun? What the hell?! Right now, I don't know what I would do if I was stuck completely vulnerable in that fucking predicament. Screaming would do no good. It would just be met with apathy. Or maybe not. Maybe it's fear. So much so that it impedes an individual's memory of a gun at their side or imperatively, their sense of responsility. I don't know which is more justifiable. What I know is that either would render anyone immobile and incapable of being human. Cowards die many times before their deaths. Exceedingly unfortunately true.

It's even more distressing that I felt as feeble as the victim because I could do nothing. I blabber about these things but I am powerless to stop it. The knowledge that I am no better than a man gripped with trepidation or insouciance is very disconcerting. My friend suggested prayer... but I can't help but think that prayer is just the "safe solution" for people who do not wish to become enmeshed with the troubles of others. Prayer is a psychological means of dealing with problems the person is experiencing himself. For others, it is ultimately just wishful thinking. Hopefully, it works. For that girl's sake.

Araw ng mga Puso

2007-02-17T23:03:00.000+08:00

I would like to dedicate this entry to the boys of Block One. Grabe. Nakakaantig kayo. Palibhasa alam kong may pagkabarat kayo kaya nakakabigla rin at nag-alala pa kayo para sa Valentine's. *kamao to mouth effect*

Ryan - Salamat sa Valentine's Card na mas mahal pa ng apat na piso sa isang pirasong rosas na tinitinda sa may Faura. In fairness, Papemelrotti ha. Awww. Dapat taon-taon lalong mumamahal yung ibinibigay mo. Parang sa third year ipod tapos sa fourth year beach house sa Boracay. Next year ulit ibubully ka namin para bigyan kami sa Valentine's. Yeh bah.

Rick - Itay! Salamat sa mga tsokolate kahit hindi ako nakatanggap. It's the thought that counts. Pero dahil diyan, dapat unlimited masa access ako mula ngayon.

Jom - Akalain mo ba namang pinaharana mo pa kami sa Biorhythm? At may tig-iisang rosas at sulat pa kaming lahat. Na nakastationary! Yung akin blue pero bakit ganun may drawing ng panty? Pero bumawi ka talaga sa rose eh. Akala ko pa naman hanggang santan lang. Gaano karaming dota hours ang sinakripisyo mo? *tear*

Mairre - Nakakapagod talagang mag-isip ng dalawang oras para sa isang linyang gasgas na gasgas na: "Love moves in mysterious ways".

Alek - Dapat nakipag-duet ka sa amin isa-isa ng A Whole New World o ng Phantom of the Opera. Haha. Nakakamiss na yung mga linya mong "Huwag dito, dun tayo" at "You're using me!".

Ian - Ewan ko lang pero pakiramdam ko ikaw ang mastermind eh. Hehe. At sayo ang pinakamahabang message sa card. In behalf of Pauline, *hug*. Yung soft porn ipapaubaya ko na sa wild beast na may affinity para sa mga naglalakihang poste ng UP.

Coco - Diyosa. Tumpak. Siya nga. Pero sana hindi mo inaagaw ang conquest namin ni Dem-Dem tuwing Physics. Kung pwede lang pakituro siya sa bakanteng silya sa gitna namin.

Migz - Malaking pasasalamat dahil sa pagkakatanda ko hindi mo ako kiniliti nung araw na yun. Dinisiplina ni Jing! Haha.

Erik - Sapagkat isa kang malaking teddy bear.

Siyempre may engkwentro ako kasama ni Pedring. Pero kinawayan lang ako eh. Walang hiya ka. Ni Big Bang di mo ako binigyan. Ang bading mo! ... Kaya kita gusto eh. Heart. Hehe. Pero okay lang kasi nag-usap naman tayo sa may Nutrilicious nung araw bago mag-Valentine's.

Ako: Ate, pabili po ng dalawang blue book. *lumingon na kunwari walang alam* Hi Sir!
Pedring: May exam kayo, Christelle?
Ako: Biostat po.
Pedring: Ah okay. *smile*

First name basis? I-elevate na natin. Biostat, sugar plum. Pet name basis! Wahahaha! Siguro natorpe ka nung nag-usap tayo kaya di mo sa akin naibigay yung Chocnut na nasa bulsa mo na kating-kating mo nang gustong iabot sa akin nung nagkawayan tayo nung 14. Hun, naman. Shet. Feelers.

Hoy Niki at Cydelle! Bago nga pala magkalimutan. Ang Big Bang/Chocnut/La La ko! Huwag niyong idahilan ang pagkapulubi niyo. Ultimo squatters nga nakakabili ng cellphone. Kung hindi, ilibre niyo na lang ako ng pusit sa may harap ng Rob.

Maganda sana kung walang mga sadistang prof na porket di makakuha ng date sa Valentine's nagpapaexam. Kung magpaexam man kayo, sana naman hindi mahirap. Por dios. Nung nakita ko yung problem solving, nayanig mundo ko eh. Tinanong ko pa tuloy sa katabi ko kung anong date nun araw na yun. Chugaz.

VDC! Saya. Inabot kami ng alas diyes sa @K.

Monster Kill

2007-01-22T18:31:00.000+08:00

Pedring/Christelle fans, do I have a story for you!

Our tale begins, as they often do, with a BS Biology sophomore minding her own business listening to her friend's pink iPod nano in the Little Theater while waiting for DPSM's program to start. With her back turned from the doorway, she was completely oblivious to the fact that a strapping young professor clad in a black polo, jeans and sandals, which somewhat looked like the Jesus sandals she had wished for Christmas, had entered the odeum. Her mundane thoughts abruptly came to an end when she felt the violent tugs of her blockmates seated near her. Bothered by their incessant swats, she turned around and caught sight of his ridiculously-angled glasses before slinking down her seat. He joined his colleagues and took a seat RIGHT IN FRONT of our bespectacled protagonist. Mo-mo-mo-mo-monster kill! She internally fought an overwhelming urge to envelope his lanky frame with a massive glomp as it swept through her. Instead, she contented herself with numerous furtive glances.

This is the climax. As the head of DPSM made his speech, our fortunate heroine leaned to her side and said, "Ang cute ni Sir Engle no? Para siyang lolo ni Cedie." Their restrained giggles were interrupted when He asked, "Lolo nino?" Oh, oh, oh, to impede and intrude in an innocent conversation, ah heaven!

But alas, this fairytale ended tragically when a vile female coworker kept inquiring about some big-league business with him, making him lean forward so as to further their distance, and ultimately requiring him to leave the assembly to attend to it. Powerless to stop his leave, our wretched prima donna made the universal I'll-be-watching-you-bigyan-to gesture.

The End

The forlorn ending proves that these star-crossed lovers have joined the ranks of Marius and Pandora, Cain and Emmeline, Ludwig and Idike, and many other great couples that preceded them....

Asa! Wahahaha!

Bagong Taon

2006-12-31T21:49:00.000+08:00

Happy New Year!

Cheers for 2006! One hell of a good year!

Cheers for 2007! I truly wish that this year would prove to be glorious and fulfilling for everyone. And why not? Year of the Pig implies a year of satiable desires and abundance of necessities. Oh, and no veggies. Hooray for sweet, sweet meat. Haha.

My eardrums hurt from the badabing-badabooms outside and the, as usual, incessant crowing aka Magic Sing-ing of my neighbors. Now, I must depart. My father calls me to join my family in the usual tradition of making clickety-clackety, ching-ding-ring, oogley-boogley noises to welcome the new year.

Toodles! Sana walang makatapak ng paputok!

Meri Krismas

2006-12-25T21:06:00.000+08:00

Ang Pasko ay sumapit.
Mga bubuwit nagsisiawit!

... at mga echos na nagmaMagic Sing.

As usual, boring ang Pasko dahil hindi ko naman kakilala ang mga kamag-anak kong nagpupunta sa bahay. Wala pang nagbigay sa akin ng pera. Bakit ganun? Dapat hanggang maging uchenta na ako makakatanggap pa rin ako ng malulutong na Ninoy. Bah humbug.

Okay lang. Masarap naman matulog at kumain. At manood ng NU Rock Awards at MTV HIV Music Summit. Ang galing. Nanalo si Gabby Alipe ng Vocalist of the Year. Ang cute niya. Para talaga siyang si Winnie the Pooh. Dapat magtabi sila ni Resyo kasi kamuhka niya si Eeyore. At crush ko na talaga ulit si Miguel Chavez. Kaya lang sana hindi siya nagmemake-up kasi dati mukha naman siyang grunge kahit na di niya subukan. Sana hindi maging mainstream ang Chicosci.

Heeeeeeeeniwey, gusto ko talaga ng Big Bang... at ng maligayang Pasko kaya aalis na ako at magpapakabundat sa hamon at pasta.

Sa lahat ng mga ek lavert at fatusha tralala, lalung-lalo na sa mga di ko napadalhan ng text message dahil mahirap na ang buhay, isang Machorvahng Pasko at Machakang Bagong Taon. Cheers, pare.

Malling

2006-12-24T15:53:00.000+08:00

Robinson's Manila

I went shopping with my mom. As usual, she attempted to induce more femininity out of me by talking me into buying frilly blouses in Kamiseta, Plains and Prints, and Bayo... but to no avail. My speculation is that she have formed plans for lacey outfits with floral prints, ruffled sleeves, and nice silk ribbons the moment she realized she was having a daughter. Instead, she had the t-shirt, jeans and sneakers non-combing kind. So I conceded to having two Heartbreaker blouses. Very edgy. I love People are People! Oh, and I got a couple of new t-shirts too. But what I really really really want are those black cargo pants in Marks and Spencer.

Dear Santa, I promise to eat green, leafy, tasteless, detestable, revolting, ghastly, abhorrent, ungodly vegetables until the end of January if I find those pair of M&S cargo pants or Kermit Addidas sneakers in my Christmas sock on the 25th. Deal?

I also want sandals that look like the ones Jesus wore. They look very comfortable to wear to school when I feel too lazy to wear socks. I don't know what they're called. Jesus sandals! I want you!

Gateway

KFC Variety Bucket's Mongolian Chicken BBQ does not taste that good.

House of the Dead 4 is easier than the previous versions. Rifles rapidly rain a continuous wave of bullets to the zombies so they won't get close to you unless you get to those segments where they get a hold of you, and you have to shake your rifles (which proved to be the most harrying part of the game) to break free.

Tekken is harder. Even the indomitable Tekken Queen aka Mafel thought so. I reached up to stage three only even when I used the hot dudes. It felt awesome when I chanced on pushing the right buttons to do their special moves. One thing I also learned is that teamwork (all four of us where pushing buttons and moving the joystick randomly) does not work.

Timezone would have been a whole lot more fun if it wasn't freakin' expensive. I saw my money go dooooown the drain.

Borat is hilarious but you can find some scenes repulsive.

Window shopping! I think it was Mafel and Niki who reaped so much from this. Niki was even determined to turn me into their doll when we saw that pretty yellow dress in Mango. It was a gift and a curse that Janna had to go home at that precise instant. I almost forgot to mention. Janna wore a black and gold bustier (I find the spelling of "bustier" weird. It's French, right? Isn't it supposed to be more complicated? If it was up to me, I would spell it as "boustierre." If it was spelled that way, they would give that word in spelling bees aaaall the time) that was so sexy it had Mickey Mouse peeking. It was a pity we weren't allowed to take a picture.

I had fun with Niki's wallet. Niki and Mafel had fun with my hiccups.

I went on the MRT going to Gateway and going back to SM North Edsa. I'm so proud of me.

When I got home, my mom gave me a plastic full of wrapped Christmas presents hidden in the deepest recesses of my cabinet. Allegedly, I was to give to them to my friends last year. We weren't able to meet up so I guess I never got to give it. I opened them all and kept some for myself. I wouldn't be able to meet the people I was supposed to give them too anyway. I went from having zilch to a collection of earrings and necklaces.

Niki, Janna, Mafel and Cydelle: We have to meet up soon so I can give you your Christmas presents for last year.

Seven hours until Noche Buena... and counting...

Ang Pakshet kong Roommate

2006-12-02T22:29:00.000+08:00

Bruha ka. Ang tanda mo na hindi ka pa rin marunong ng manners.

May pera ka pambili ng iPOD kaya may pera ka pambili ng earphones. Natutulog yung tao tapos magpapatugtog ka ng mga emo mong kanta ng ala siyete ng umaga nang naka-speakers. Hindi porket senti ang kanta mo di ka na nakakagambala. Yung TV mo rin sa gabi hinahinaan mo. Estudyante ako. Boring na nga magturo yung Physics teacher kong nunalin hindi mo pa ako papatulugin, bwiset.

Di mo pagmamay-ari yung aircon. Kaya huwag mong papatayin sa gitna ng gabi. Hindi mo ba naisip na baka magising yung roommate mo ng ala-una ng umaga sa init? Kung nilalamig ka, sana hindi ka nagbuburlesk sa cover-the-essentials-ONLY robe mo. Pa-lipo ka muna. Kupal ka. Mukha mo parang hinampas ng kawali. Patatayuin mo pa ako ng madaling araw para buksan yung aircon. Tapos kapag gising mo, papatayin mo yung aircon kasi tapos ka na sa tulog mo. Chugaz.

At bawal ang bisita. Magsama kayo nung isa pang teacher na buong baranggay kung makapagdala ng bisita. Masyado na kayong kulubot para maging pasaway, hoy.

*hingang malalim*
Babush. Nonood pa ako ng Spongebob.

Happy Feet

2006-11-24T22:56:00.000+08:00

I can do this. I can do this. Alright, I'm gonna trick myself. Oh, look over there. Where? Aaaaaaaah!

Happy Feet! Heart. In my seventeen years of existence, I have never seen more adorable tap dancing penguins. The macho and flirtatious yet pygmy penguins which comprised The Amigos were hilarious. Jom, if you are reading this, take a lesson from Ramon and let this be your pick-up line:

I know size can be daunting but... I love you. Haha. Winner.

I also LOVE the soundtrack. The mix of the songs, especially of the 80's, were so hip and fresh. Jump N' Move is stuck in my head, and I have been flapping my appendages ever since the movie ended. I liked the Kiss/Heartbreak Hotel mix. Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman sang it. Hugh Jackman. Imagine Wolverine singing Kiss, dear me. But, I must say, he sings pretty well. It's somewhat odd to hear him speaking with a Southern accent, though. Hugo Weaving lent his voice to the leader elder character (forgot his name, minor role) but I failed to recognize it.

To everyone who read this: WATCH HAPPY FEET!

Spoiler! Namatay si Mumbles at nagpakasal si Gloria sa ibang penguin. Yes, life is unfair. Disney has its cutsey wutsey way of easing that atrocious fact to children.

The Hazards of Excessively Swollen Mammary Glands

2006-11-18T23:05:00.000+08:00

In order to preserve the dignity of the person I conversed with, I will shelter her identity against judging eyes. Itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang "Ligaya".

sister anne: Uuuuy. Si Ligaya naiinlab!
Ligaya: waaaah!!!!!!!
Ligaya: hindi noh!!
sister anne: wushu
Ligaya: kunwari lang yan!
sister anne: bakit ganyan stat mo?
sister anne: asus
sister anne: nahiya ka pa eh
Ligaya: wala lang
Ligaya: tripo trip
Ligaya: hahaha
sister anne: may naakit na ang boobs mo
Ligaya: hindi talaga, i swear!!
sister anne: haha!
sister anne: defensive!
Ligaya: trip lang talaga, swear
sister anne: haha
Ligaya: yung stat...
Ligaya: wait
sister anne: sige na nga... sabi mo eh
sister anne: kamusta ka na?
Ligaya: speaking of my boobs, OMG!!!!
Ligaya: naglalakad ako sa mall
sister anne: haha
sister anne: tapos?
Ligaya: tapos may 2 americans, nakasalubong ko
sister anne: may humimas?
sister anne: oh my god
Ligaya: sire!
Ligaya: tapos nung medyo magkalapit na kami nung magkasalubong kami
Ligaya: bigla ba naman sumigaw na
Ligaya: "OH MY GOD
Ligaya: How old are you?
Ligaya: tas hindi ko pinansin
Ligaya: tapos
Ligaya: parang medyo kinalabit ako
Ligaya: tapos sabi
Ligaya: "excuse me, how old are you, hey"
Ligaya: basta
Ligaya: ewan ko ah
sister anne: tapos?
Ligaya: pero feeling ko dahil sa boobs ko
Ligaya: SHIT
sister anne: anong sabi mo?
Ligaya: wala noh!
Ligaya: hindi ko pinansin!
sister anne: tumakbo ka?
Ligaya: naglakad lang ako dirediretcho
sister anne: yiheeee
sister anne: kano magnet ka pala eh

Hubag na ate, uy!

Those who possess the said "assets" should tread with care. You never know when and where perverted foreigners would spring out and mistake you for who-knows-what. But then again, those lovely little lumps could prove to be cushiony pillows useful in boring classes.

Komodo Dragon

2006-11-18T21:35:00.000+08:00

Singapore yata yung may pakulo na African safari sa isa sa mga malls doon. May oras yata sa isang araw na may mga pakakawalang mga hayop at pababayaan kasama ng mga tao. Yung mga matsing hahayaang lumambitin sa mga poste at bintana. May mga pagkakataon pa raw na lalapitan ka habang nakaupo ka sa isang restaurant tapos makikikain. Inisip ko na sa Singapore lang may ganyan. But no. Di ko inaakalang may pagalagala rin sa College of Dentistry.

May takas na Komodo Dragon ang Manila Zoo.

Celebrity Showdown: Komodo-san vs. Lastik Man

Round One: Physicoanatotaxonogenetic Make-up
1. Class Reptilia vs. Class Mammalia = Class Mammalia
2. Chupakapra Looks vs. Muy gwapo (anatomic) = Muy gwapo
3. Chupakapra Looks vs. Muy gwapo (genetic) = Chupakapra Looks kasi diba sabi nila kapag maganda at gwapo raw ang magulang, pangit ang mga anak. Pero kapag maganda at pangit, maganda at gwapo ang mga anak. Pero maatim mo bang paggising mo bawat umaga, yan ang mukhang babati sayo?
4. T-shirt at shades vs. Polo at binagyong buhok = Polo na!
5. Katangkaran Factor: Lastik Man!

Round Two: Entertaining Prowess
1. In terms of talents, Lastik Man wins by default. Chorale na nga, Disco King pa. Ayaw mo yun? Pwede kang sayawan. *wink* At malas ni Komodo-san. Di ko naman alam talento niya eh.
2. Isang-Tingin-Sabay-Halakhak Countenance vs. Kacornihan Extraordinaire = Sa corny na. Pwede mo namang tingnan na lang ang tanga look, bitchy expression, angst face, at pa-have jaw movements ni Ryan eh. May variety pa.

Round Three: Matters of the Heart
1. Kamanhidan Factor: K supine. Panalo si Komodo-san.
2. Bling bling: Pero sino naman ang nagpapahiram ng ultraelectromagnetic super cool relo para sa sembreak?
3. Sugar Daddy: At sino nanlilibre na lang bigla sa KFC (kahit na may transfat doon)?

I therefore conclude, panalo si Lastik Man.

Batang chiascuro, sana huwag ka magalit. Huwag mo na lang ibigay ang link ng blog ko sa kaniya. At alam mo kung kanino kami nila Badong at Dendenoids boto.

Sleepover

2006-10-30T15:58:00.000+08:00

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.
...
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.

My Chemical Romance

2006-10-17T17:03:00.000+08:00

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*

Retreat

2006-09-29T13:06:00.000+08:00

I feel like a zombie these days. No, more like that auto-Adam Sandler character in Click who eats, laughs and holds conversations but doesn't really absorb any of his experiences in. I hate it. And I hate the fact that I have to go all emo because of this. I've been thinking too much, staring off to space, and talking to myself more often these past few weeks. This is sort of like a retreat. We're on the same ground, ma cherie. Sort of. Gawd. Someone lock this psycho up. I need my "triumverate therapy".

Sweet Seventeen

2006-09-10T16:29:00.000+08:00

Written on September 7, 2006:

Sweet sixteen. This phrase can never be flawed as much as in my case. Because the day I turned seventeen, life just got all the more saccharine than I had ever hoped and imagined. *dreamy sigh* Let me shed light on my strange ramblings.

I was cherishing my last hour as a sixteen-year-old. Although I have always been the party, gift and cake enthusiast, I have never been eager to turn a year older. If you must know, I am the epitome of juvenility. The prospect of adulthood just makes me slightly queasy. Adulthood invites maturity and weightiness, two things that are just beyond me. I think infantile behavior is a facet of me that will always linger. Or at least, the liberal-to-the-point-of-radical, languid, crazy, imaginative, unconventional, "totoy" me whose lifestyle I have grown to love and enjoy. However, there is this fatal tendency for people to expect that you would outlive your childish ways as you approach adulthood. Losing that would mean losing a huge chunk of my personality. But anyway, I forgot my purpose. I just got too caught up typing whatever words that flow out of me right now. I have this sudden burst of energy which is more than Van Gogh's Starry Night could depict. What inspired such zeal, you ask? Before I got sidetracked with my melodrama on youth and aging, I was talking about how I sacrificed an hour of my sleeping time to seize the lingering moments of my sixteen-ness. My indomitable Carpe Diem mantra was wavering bit by bit as sleep tried to take over me. To keep myself awake, I tried forming birthday wishes in my head. I had about a hundred materialistic desires and a hundred more perverted ones (which included Brandon in a fish tank, as always). It was inevitable for me to consider Pedring. I had hoped that he would greet me on my birthday. Out of all the wishes I thought of, it was probably the most possible one to come true since he is the most accessible compared to all of my crushes (which are all inaccessible). But still, I thought, it was too much to hope for. So I contented myself with yearning that tomorrow, he would wear a pink shirt and wave at me.

I was passing by the first floor of GAB when I heard my dormmate and her friend call me from behind. They greeted me and then enthusiastically pointed at a figure. It was Pedring. Wearing pink. COOLNESS. So a bunch of other pleasant events came to pass... extra punch and red tea... photo frenzy... girl talk... cancelled class... Then my friends decided to give me their present and let me open it on the spot. I opened it from the back. It was a blue picture frame. When I turned it around, LO AND BEHOLD! I saw Pedring smiling, chinky-eyed and glasses oddly angled, at me. I groped inside the box and found a yellow post-it with a LO-HO AND BEHOLD! happy birthday greeting for me by Pedring. What pretty handwriting. As if that's not enough, one of my blockmates took a video of the moment when he wrote the reverential message. He even waved and greeted me! Super kilig moment. May pa-shy effect pa. Pacute pero well, cute naman talaga siya. "It was the greatest shock of my life." (St. Ryan, 2006) I wanted to say "thank you" for bearing the harassment my blockmates subjected him to and for actually agreeing to go through all that fuss. I attended one of his Org Chem classes with my blockmates. But I had to go home before his class ended because my parents picked me up. After a hellishly long stay in the car (curse floods and traffic), I arrived in the dorm and ate dinner. Afterwards, I received a text message from one of my blockmates. Apparently, Pedring LOOKED for my companion and me right after his class ended. Mali. Eto ang "greatest shock of my life". Dizizit.

Yeahboi. Happy Bertdey.

Yesterday, it took me four whole hours to write two double-spaced papers which amounted to five pages all in all in Arial 12 font. It was not easy. I had to really squeeze the words out of me. It is astounding that I wrote more than a page of single-spaced text using size 12 Times New Roman font effortlessly in less than eight minutes.

Abraham's Bosom

2006-08-31T18:13:00.000+08:00

The word for the day is nirvana. In Hinduism, it is defined as the freedom from the cycle of reincarnations as a result of the obliteration of personal hatred, pain, and concern with the external world. To non-practitioners, it simply refers to the state of complete bliss. When used in a sentence... I achieved a state of nirvana when Pedring referred to me as a "brilliant student" (pronounced as ischyudent). Note the quotation marks before and after the emphasized phrase. This denotes that the words enclosed in it were quoted directly. Meaning he really said those exact words to me. Let this be a constant impetus to me. Let this take the place of my mother's nagging voice inside my head. Whenever I feel the urge to slack off, remember these sanctified words. You HAVE to live up to this. I hope to all things divine that I don't punt this after my ten-hour hibernation.

P.S. Lithium - you continue to frighten and amuse me. Please preserve my feminine pride. Do not say a word.

P.P.S. Allow me to say a single statement about Biogyugan '06 - MIMES and their GLOWING NEON-COLORED PREHALLUXED GLOVES ROCK! Judges should have known better and made a brand new award: Biogyugan Group! We SO deserved it.

P.P.P.S. I won an MP3 player. Hooray! That was the very first time I ever won anything in a raffle. Thank goodness the prize wasn't an umbrella or anything lame like that.

Jollibee Incidents

2006-08-16T18:10:00.000+08:00

I never thought Jollibee could be a venue for things both perplexing and blissful. Proofs of this statement happened a couple of days ago.

I was on my way to a block practice for Biogyugan when I thought of stopping by Jollibee to have a second breakfast. I was candidly eating my macaroni soup when...

Adik: Miss, anong cellphone number mo?
Me: ... (I didn't mind him because 1)I thought he was talking to somebody else and 2)I was too absorbed with my meal.)
Adik moved in my line of vision.
Adik: Miss, anong cellphone number mo?
Me: Ano?
Adik: Pwedeng makuha cellphone number mo?
Me: Hindi (while giving an okay-ka-lang? look)
Adik: Hindi talaga?
Me: (How to drive him away?) Uhmmm... May boyfriend na ako e.
Adik stares at the empty seat in front of me.
Adik: Siya ba hinihintay mo?
Me: Ah eh, oo.
Adik: Kahit na name hindi pwede?
Me: Hindi talaga.
Adik: Saan ka ba nag-aaral.
Me: U.P.
Adik: Wow. (sabay tingin sa back-up niya na pang moral support) Ah okay. (alis)

Potek. Feeling ko holdaper siya at gusto niyang nakawin ang cellphone ko. Papalag pa siya e may pulis ngang nakaupo sa tabi ng table ko.

I saw Pedring and Lithium together in Jollibee! Nirvana! Masikip pa naman noon. Sana naki-table sila sa amin or vice versa. Masaya na sana ako kaya lang sinabi ni Dark Man kay Lithium na crush ko si Pedring. Kamusta naman yun? Konting katahimikan, pwede? Kung pwede lang. Tapos kanina dinaanan namin ng Mestisa ng Kenya ang DPSM. Sumilip ako sa pintuan at hulaan niyo kung sino ang nakita ko. Walang hiya. Nakatanga na nga lang, cute pa! Pero sabi nga nila, kapag may swerte, may darating na malas. Naging sukob ang exam ko sa Compa Ana Lab. Babush. Lalaklak pa ako ng formalin.

Dormitory Mayhem

2006-08-07T11:32:00.000+08:00

Is it by some hand of fate that I always get stuck in a dormitory with at least one old hellion in the next room? It's as if I'm bound to despise someone immensely no matter which dorm I stay in. It's a gift and a curse. On the plus side, it's a good stress reliever to bitch about someone with your friends. However, it can get quite irritating if they go around shutting off the refrigerator which all boarders share, proclaiming that it needs to be turned off for three days because it will break down otherwise, assuming that people from the province are clueless and don't know that refrigerators can run for years without being turned off. It's a stupid protest, really. Hello? Before she complains about living conditions, can she first pay the freaking rent?!

Nakakainggit

2006-08-06T00:30:00.000+08:00

SMS Conversation:

May nakita akong Sandman scans sa internet! Kumpleto!
Sandman?! Pahingi ng link!
Ayoko nga. Sa birthday mo na lang.
Dali na!
Dinodownload ko pa. Tapos na yung Preludes & Nocturnes.
Pa-burn! Bibigyan kita ng CD!
Wow, ang galing ng Sandman.
Alam ko! Ibigay mo sa akin ang mga scans!

Ang tagal-tagal ko nang naghahanap ng Sandman scans sa internet pero zilch! kaput! wala! Tapos yung taong di man lang maalala ang apelyido ni Neil Gaiman... ang taong gustong punit-punitin, dungisan, sunugin at tapunan ng alcohol ang Sandman biglang makakahanap ng site na naghohost ng Sandman scans ng ganun-ganun na lang? Di naman ata makatarungan yun! Lang hiya. Namamatay na ako sa inggit. At alam ko na hindi naman nun yoon ibibigay sa akin kaagad yung scans. Matinding pagpapahirap at blackmail bago mapasaakin ang mga CD na yun. Bwisit. Pero kahit na ano pang balakid sa daan ko ay WAWASAKIN ko. Buhay, buhay ang kapalit. Humanda ka sa Lunes.

525,600 Minutes

2006-07-29T23:05:00.000+08:00

I am obsessed with Rent.

There's only us.
There's only this.
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss.
No other road.
No other way.
No day but today.

These lines have been stuck in my head for the past five days. Seriously. I hummed it while proposing a reaction mechanism in a Chem 18 departmental exam. And you don't hum in Chem 18 exams. Period.

I love Angel. The fact that he died was devastating. Although, I think the tradgedy is what makes it so appealing. See, I would have put Roger/Mimi in my hall of I-will-forever-fawn-over-these-ships but there just had to be a happy ending so Mimi didn't die. Darn.

Favorite Roger/Mimi parts:
1. When she barged in on Roger and his guitar. He looked so mesmerized. Cute.
2. When she was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. He gave her that big heartfelt hug with a concerned and pained expression. Sweet.

I didn't know Rosario Dawson could sing. One of my favorite voices. She has a throaty and sweet voice. So pretty. I wanna go... AWUUUUT (out) tonight!

Cool line: But I try to open up to what I don't know because reason says I should've died three years ago.

I think Brokeback Mountain is boring. Why do people fuss so much about it? Two hot, bored, horny middle-aged men(gender known for its raging hormones) isolated in a snowy mountain with nothing (no cable, no internet, no FHM) but sheep. How else are they going to kill time?

Favorite dialogue in Cassanova
Inquisitor: Eternal damnation for one night with Cassanova
Nun: Seems fair

So endearing.

For all Pedring/Christelle fans, I HAVE HIS CELLPHONE NUMBER! I will track him via satellite tracing on his phone. The moment I get his address, I will vamoose to his house and nick his gleaming silver tie.

Dream Come True

2006-07-11T17:46:00.001+08:00

Highlight of the Day: I BOUGHT SANDMAN.

A tune is playing inside my head. I can't decide whether it's an angelic chorus singing a high-pitched Gregorian hymn or an annoying cheery pop song I'd usually despise hearing. I can't even write a proper entry right now. All I know is that this is a momentous event and it had to be documented.

Off I go. Morpheus is waiting.

Anggono Field Trip

2006-07-02T17:40:00.000+08:00

I went to Anggono, Rizal for a Hum II field trip today. It is apparently the art capital of the Philippines because 1) the earliest petroglyph is found there and 2) you can find artists, prominently painters, at every corner.

The Blanco Museum is a gallery of the artistic works of the Blancos. Jose Blanco is one of the renowned Filipino artists. But what's really interesting is that he taught his WHOLE family (his wife and seven kids) to paint. The youngest, Peter Paul, painted at eleven months. SWEET JESUS. His abstract painting at eleven months is like my masterpiece at sixteen. There was one watercolor painting that I really liked. It's by one of his older brothers. I forgot who. But it looked a lot like a photograph rather than a portrait of Peter Paul.

Thought #1: Artistic talents may be genetic.
Thought #2: Oh how I wish wish wish I was a Blanco

But the best works were done by Jose Blanco, of course. I heart Anggono Fisherman's Festival. What made it more magnificent to me was the fact that there are two hundred faces of REAL Anggono natives. Jose Blanco sketched them all before working on that masterpiece. Seeing the painting and hearing that tidbit made me go HOLY BALONEY 345,678,764,545,768,953,476,820 times.

Then, we went to the studio of Orville Tiamson. He is one of the prominent modern Filipino painters, and the official painter of GMA. I liked his pencil sketches the best. It's cool how he applies realism in his subjects and modernism in his background. I took a picture of a part of his sketch. The umbrella with flame designs was sooo awesome. And I have to mention this. He and his wife both painted a single subject but following different movements. He with realism, and she with modernism. I found that so endearing.

I also liked one of his abstract paintings. He explained the process of making one, and it's actually a bit of work because you have to test different shades and stuff. Be disillusioned, people. Abstract art is NOT just splattering paint on your canvas.

We also went to Botong Francisco's house. We weren't able to see his originals but we saw replicas of it. We also saw works of his grandson. There was one piece that I really liked. It has that Filipino subject and vibe but the colors are bright, not earthen unlike the usual Filipino paintings. Nice combination, though.

The petroglyph was not that spectacular. Being an art enthusiast, I can't help but feel bad for thinking that. But I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the petroglyphs that turned me off but the vandals underneath. Some simpleton wrote "Totoy loves Carla" for god's sake. Geez.

Shall post the pictures tomorrow.

Oh, and we stopped by Balaw-Balaw restaurant. And for the first time since the beginning of my existence... Kumain ako ng nilasing na palaka. Yeahboi. It's true what people say. It tastes like chicken. This definitely goes to my-top-ten-most-daring-things-I-have-ever-done list. Hooray!

Engkwentro sa GAB

2006-06-24T22:50:00.001+08:00

Ito ay maikling pagsasaad ng may-akda ng kaniyang pagbibigay-pugay sa kaniyang ultimate kras sa eskwela sa pamamagitan ng paglalahad ng kanilang mga tagpo noong mga nakaraang araw.

Ika-20 ng Hunyo – Naglalakad ako papunta sa Bio 102 class galing sa GAB canteen. Wala akong pakundangang umiinom ng Milo nang bigla ko na lang nasulyapan ang paparating. Malabo man ang paningin (myopic ako… 100-100) alam ko na kung kaninong tindig yun. Nakataas at medyo nakabaluktot ang kanang kamay niya habang medyo pakendeng-kendeng na maglakad papunta sa akin. Pedring, my labs. Di ko napigilang ngumiti. Nang palapit na siya, pinipigil ko ang bungisngis na nagpupumilit na kumawala sa aking mga labi. Tingin lang ng diretso. Nagkasalubong kami at napansin kong nakatingin siya sa akin. Nakangiti. Todo kaway naman ako siyempre. Di ko na napigilan. Nag-fancy-frolicking ako sa hagdanan ng RH papunta sa room namin. Super kilig moment talaga.

Ika-22 ng Hunyo – May chika ang dormmate ko sa akin. Akalain ko ba naman raw na pumasok si Pedring na naka-long-sleeved black polo. Sira lang raw ang porma niya dahil naka-tsinelas siya as usual. Wala akong pakialam. Iniimagine ko pa lang siya sa ganung ayos kinikilig na ako. Sayang talaga at di ko siya nakita! Kamusta naman yun?! Sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Pakiramdam ko pa naman super ultra kame hame hibiscus rosasinensis to the nth level ang ka-hot-an niya. At eto pa. Anong suot ko noong araw na yun? Black polo rin. Magkahawig pa raw ang pantalon naming dalawa. This is it. Lagyan pa ng emphasis. THIS. IS. IT.

Braces

2006-06-17T19:30:00.000+08:00

I want my braces off!!!

I hate it when new brackets are glued to my teeth and they scrape my gums. When that happens, I can't speak well... I can't eat well... I can't laugh heartily. See what it does? Braces prevent people from living life to the fullest! It impedes their carpe diem attitude. They are chained to certain limitations. They can't do anything that they want to do. They can't reach their goals and live their dreams. It estranges them from optimism. This is how braces affect an invidividual. Humanity is linked to one another through some form or another. As a result, the whole human race is thwarted from achieving its ideals.

I must have violated every fallacy written and those yet to be. But I do not care because my gums hurt like hell.

P.S. The first week of school is uneventful.

Kiddy New Layout!

2006-06-11T22:43:00.000+08:00

Yehey... New lay-out. I'm in a bubbly mood right now, and I think it shows in this new skin. I fell slightly sick yesterday and I just want to look at something nice and happy when I come online.

*removed HD pic even if it pains me to do so because the whole image can't be seen*

The brevity of this post is bothering me...

Since I mentioned being sick, I will recount this one trip to my pediatrician. It happened about a year ago. I was already fifteen then and yes, it seems that I'm a bit too old for that. But that's what makes it amusing. My pediatrician insists that I return yearly for a vaccination because some viruses change their strain annually. Anyway, that time she scheduled one in ten years. I was contemplating on whether to say that I'd already be a doctor in a decade and would therefore be perfectly capable of injecting immunizations by myself. But before I could say anything, she remarked that by the time I return for that appointment, I should already be married. o.O I was not aware that sweet old ladies can freak me out. Pero malay ko ba, baka gusto niya lang akong perahan.

Of Org Chem and My Specialization

2006-06-06T20:33:00.000+08:00

Today is 6-6-6. Doesn't feel ominous, though.

I passed Organic Chemistry! With unsatisfactory marks but oh yeah! I felt like Alexander the Great after uttering, "No more worlds to conquer." A wave of glorious relief swept me away as I tucked my class card in the inner recesses of my bag as if to indicate an intentional repression of all memories pertaining to Chem 31. It can only haunt me in my dreams now.

And so a new school year starts... It was amusing how my blockmates and I were still desperately clinging to the title of "freshmen." But after suffering the hassles and bustles of enrollment, we reluctantly embraced our being sophomores. We do deserve that epithet, though. We have our stress lines and eye bags to prove it. We lack the twinkle in the dodo eyes of the newcomers indicative of their curiosity, thirst for knowledge, eagerness to form relationships, hopeful dreams, and whatnot. The very qualities that make them susceptible to manipulation.

Speaking of hopeful dreams, I spoke to my friends about deciding on what kind of doctor I'm going to be in the future. I told them I might be a pediatrician because it's easy to become one. They told me that I lack the warm motherly nature for that. True. I bet that in a normal check-up, I'd say something like, "You should eat vegetables. They taste good... NOT! But you still have to eat them!" *evil maniacal laughter* Then, I figured that my patients would treat me like an urban legend. Pediatrician... from Hell.

So maybe an oncologist? My Histo 1 prof told my block about this sort of tribunal for doctors working in PGH. This court would bombard you with insults and then strip you of your license if they find out you are liable for your patient's death. He even told us of this instance wherein a doctor made the mistake of forgetting to ask his patient if he is an alcoholic. See, being an alcoholic, his body is more used to drugs and stuff so they would need a higher dose of anesthesia. Lacking the proper dosage, the patient woke up in the middle of the operation. Ouch. Anyway, so if my patient dies and I'm an oncologist, my defense statement could always be, "Hey, it's cancer."

They suggested that I take up surgery. Kind of scared to take that specialization. I just find it so precarious. But they insisted saying that operations are not that bad since it's not going to be just you and the patient. There are going to be other people there, including a surgical fellow. But I don't know. The name, "surgical fellow", throws me a bit off track. It makes me think of teletubbies, particularly Tinky Winky.

Me: Oh no! His heart has a hole! Surgical fellow, what shall I do?
*pause*
Surgical Fellow: Biiiig Hug!

... And the operation went awry. The end.

Chemistry applies in the Afterlife

2006-05-13T19:10:00.000+08:00

Incredulous how Chemistry is the only thing I think about these days...

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
- William Shakespeare, “The Tempest”

The following is supposedly an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.

Bonus Question:
Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law(gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave, therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls
enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until
all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls
in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman Year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct... leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being, which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

This student received the only "A".

And I took a Tickles test (stop looking at my entry with raised eyebrows).

Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection.

You got that right.

Analysis of the Unknown

2006-05-10T16:11:00.000+08:00

I took the liberty of chronicling my escapades in the Analysis of the Unknown. You will find that organic chemicals more vehemently attack my coherence than formalin.

Odor Test - Ester?
Sulfur Test - Negative
What the-?! Nakakasunog ng mata ang fumes.
Nitrogen Test - Negative
Halogen Test - Negative
Solubility Test:
Water - Immiscible
Sodium Hydroxide - immiscible
Hydrochloric acid - Immiscible
Sulfuric Acid - Immiscible
pH - 3?
pH - 5?
Silver Nitrate Test - Acidic
Beilstein Test - Negative
Nitration Test - Positive
Le Rosen Test - Positive
Boiling Point - 166
Odor Test - Amoy hipon
Toluene?
*takbo sa DPSM*
Sir? Toluene po ba?
Hindi. Have faith.
Once chance gone... *umuwing luhaan*
Solubility
Sodium Hydroxide - Immiscible
Hydrochloric Acid - Immiscible
Sulfuric Acid - Immiscible
Phosphoric Acid - Immiscible
Group 10?! E bakit acidic?!
Octanol - Soluble
Ferric Chloride Test - Negative
Reaction of Carboxylic Acid and Alcohol - Negative
Reaction with Sodium Metal - Positive
Alcohol?
Lucas Test - Positive
*spark of hope*
Reaction with Potassium Dichromate Negative
Tert-butyl!
2,4 - DNPH Test - Positive
*crestfallen*
Schiff's Test - Negative?
*biglang narinig sa kabilang group*
Other Group, Member 1: Ano? Postive sa Le Rosen?
Same color as result in Le Rosen!
Other Group, Member 2: Hindi. Negative.
*panic*
Le Rosen Test - Negative
E di ibig sabihin...
Nitration Test - Negative
Baeyer Test - Positive
Hydroxamic Acid Test - Negative
*losing hope*
Blockmate: Baka ester
Hydrolysis of Ester - Negative
Kuya? Penge ng acetone?
Odor Test - Oh hinde
*konsulta*
Pedring: 2,4 - DNPH is the most reliable test.
*akyat*
*pinila ang aldehydes*
1. Benzaldehyde
2. Formaldehyde
3. Actalde-
Saan na?
*hanap*
Memory: Di kaya ng medicine dropper ang acetaldehyde
Prospects:
1. Benzaldehyde
2. Formaldehyde
*di mabuksan ang Benzaldehyde... walang lakas...*
*takbo kay Lolo*
*binuksan niya na parang nag-tanghalian*
Odor Test... Tagumpay!
*takbo sa DPSM*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
*hesitation*
*doubt*
*shiver*
Pedring: Take a leap of faith.
Amen
Sir? Benzaldehyde?
*an eternity lapses*
Yes. It is benzaldehyde.
*tingin sa vial*
Kala mo di kita makikilala ha. But no. You tried to trick me. But no.
*alay ng itlog kay St. Claire*

End Result:
Org Chem - Passed
Cancer - Positive

*bow*

My Chemical Romance

2006-05-06T22:44:00.000+08:00

Kahit na mala-Inferno sa RH 231 ng tanghaling-tapat...
Kahit na masakit matuluan ng concentrated sulfuric acid...
Kahit na ba himatayin ako sa kakalanghap ng benzyl chloride...

Okay lang...

Masaya pa rin ang araw ko.

Dahil...

Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:05 PM): oy cy
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:09 PM): may kukwento ako sayo
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:10 PM): huwat?
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:11 PM): ano?
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:17 PM): may crush ako sa school!
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:24 PM): gasp!!!!!!
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:26 PM): ano kamo!?
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:29 PM): *smiley na di makapaniwala*
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:29 PM): oo!
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:38 PM): crush ko yung chem lab prof namin!!!!!
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:42 PM): ay pota
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:43 PM): tangina
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:48 PM): akala ko naman ka-age natin
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:50 PM): tssss.....
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:52 PM): hahahaha
Cy (5/7/2006 7:39:54 PM): eh bakit mo naman ba crush?
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:39:59 PM): kasi ang cute niya
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:00 PM): dahil ba mahaba ang balbas?
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:05 PM): hindi hindi
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:08 PM): 21 pa lang siya eh
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:13 PM): tapos ang cute niya
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:16 PM): kasi bakla siya
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:19 PM): AWWWWWWWWWWW
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:19 PM): my gosh
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:22 PM): sabihin ko sana
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:29 PM): "wow!!!! 21 years old! close enough!!!"
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:33 PM): tapos yun pala bading
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:36 PM): tae ng kalabaw....
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:44 PM): ang cute talaga niya!
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:48 PM): hahahaha
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:49 PM): tapos sobrang talino pa niya
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:52 PM): ako rin may bading na prof
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:54 PM): kasi biochem siya
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:55 PM): may itsura sana
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:58 PM): kaso nga bading
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:40:59 PM): tapos magna cum laude
Cy (5/7/2006 7:40:59 PM): too bad
Cy (5/7/2006 7:41:02 PM): huwaw
Cy (5/7/2006 7:41:03 PM): smart
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:41:06 PM): ganyan rin ang crush ko
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:41:10 PM): sabi ng mga kablock ko
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:41:13 PM): kung hindi siya
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:41:15 PM): bading
Sister Anne (5/7/2006 7:41:18 PM): gwapo siya

Heartness.

Machiavellian Me

2006-04-16T11:02:00.000+08:00

Give me the children, I will give you a nation. — Adolf Hitler, 1939

Upon reading this quote, nostalgia kicked in and I was reminded of a test which we took in third year high school to see if we were Machiavellian or not. Guess what? I am, apparently, a full-fledged Machiavelli advocate. According to our World History teacher, Machiavellian people would become excellent teachers, lawyers and doctors. (Although, I cannot fathom how the principle, "The end justifies the means", would make us well-suited to those professions.) A good thing, in my case, since I dream of becoming a neurosurgeon someday. If I fail in my attempt to become one, then I can go for an alternative and become a Machiavellian pre-school teacher. (Magiging motto ko yung quote ni Hitler.) Hi, kids. But I don't know if having Machiavellian Math and Chemistry professors is profitable for students. Imagine. Chemistry Exam. Problem solving. By some remarkable chance or intense logic, you are able to determine the final answer but you have no freaking idea how to solve for it. So you still try your luck and invent a totally bogus solution making it as slipshod as possible so your professor cannot decipher it. Then, at the bottom of your paper, there lies the final answer all neat and boxed. Big font pa. Para yun yung unang makita. So you think you're done. You stand up and stride to the teacher's desk. You almost hand your paper in. Your teacher gives you a questioning eye. Then you hesitantly ask, "Sir, may effort points po ba kapag tama yung solution tapos mali yung sagot?" The teacher slips a glance at the student's paper and thinks, "Kawawa naman itong estudyanteng 'to. Number one pa lang sa Multiple Choice mali na. Sige na nga. Magbibigay na ako ng effort points. Magsesemana santa na naman e." After a moment of reflection, the teacher nodded. The student fidgets then hazards another question, "E kapag tama yung sagot tapos mali yung solution?" The teacher tries to hide his incredulous look (which clearly reads, "Kung batukan kaya kita!") He simply replied, "Walang Machiavellian dito." Aray. Buti na lang magaling ako manghula ng solution. Full points! *does the hula*

Quizzes Galore

2006-04-15T21:54:00.000+08:00

sanctasedes is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.

N
POISON

From Go-Quiz.com

Posion? Go-Quiz must be mistaken. I do NOT poison other people's minds. I merely persuade them to kill cats and hamsters on sight.

How to make a sanctasedes

Ingredients:

1 part anger

3 parts crazyiness

5 parts ego

Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little emotion if desired!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

5 parts ego? But I have been globally commended for my immense humility. *halo*

Which internet subculture do I belong to? [CLICK]
	You are a Conspiracy Theorist!
Holy cow! You actually did an online quiz? Little did you realise that the information you gave us is being sent to an unknown government agency for evil use against you! Don't try to leave, we are already watching.
More Quizzes at Go-Quiz.com

Okay. So maybe I get a little paranoid sometimes.

C	Cuddly
H	Honorable
R	Refined
I	Intense
S	Sophisticated
T	Technological
E	Energetic
L	Lovable
L	Light
E	Energetic

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

Cuddly? Far from it. Intense? I'm more laidback actually. Light. I completely agree. Honorable. *brandishes halo* Lovable. Just ask the supporting masses. Sophisticated and refined. Don't I sound like Gucci?

P	Plain
O	Organic
P	Popular
E	Exhausting

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

Plain must mean my simple and modest ways. Organic makes me seem like a frail old wrinkled pope. Exhausting? Oooh, what does that mean? Popular. Can't help it. Comes with the job.

A	Adventurous
N	Natural
N	New
E	Enchanting

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

Just for the heck of it. Enchanting? Most definitely. Proof lies in those who I have bewitched. You know, the millions. *smirks*

Dramachine

2006-04-15T14:42:00.000+08:00

Summer... The season I dream of every fleeting moment in my dreary afternoon classes. The time of circadian ten-hour hibernation. A break from taxing studies and saddistic professors. *Vivaldi's Winter plays* But this juncture I so longed for has come to an abrupt halt because of looming Chemistry and Philosophy classes. Have I no right for rest and rejuvenation? Have I no freedom to spend my days couchpotatoing in front of the TV watching sword fights in Pirates of the Carribean? What crime have I committed to deserve condemnation to infernal laboratories titrating unknown acids whilst others enjoy killing time eating frozen delights? The injustice in this world sickens me. People who contributed to such unspeakable encroachment deserve to be gnawed by the Devil in the deepest circle of Inferno.

[/pagdadrama]

Dala yan ng matinding heat stroke. Grabe. Akala ko maprepreskohan ako kapag naligo ako pero hindi. Mainit ang tubig na lumabas sa shower. Por Dios. Bigyan niyo ako ng Ube Keso Craze ng Jollibee. Siya nga pala. Tapos ko na ang Purgatorio. Yeah bah.

The Lady or the Tiger?

2006-04-14T00:35:00.000+08:00

A short story by Frank Stockton entitled The Lady or the Tiger? provoked many to ask... Love or jealousy? The key to the nature of the human heart lies in the answer to this question. This inquiry has beleaguered the minds of many philosophers for decades but there is still no definite resolution to such debates. At the end of the story, Stockton inquires as to which creature came out of the right door but in reality, he poses a deeper query to readers. Is it more innate for man to be perturbed of social welfare rather than pursue his own survival unconcerned with the needs of others? Do we reserve our applause for Rousseau? Or do we owe Hobbes a pat on the back?

I think that the princess pointed the man to his bloody end because 1) She is semibarbaric. Her instincts are more primal meaning that she is more likely to look out for herself. So it's her or the fangs of the tiger. And I understand completely. Which is more grievous? Failing to attain something because it is non-existent or eternally groping for an object already snatched away? It's like waving a piece of Black Forest Cake in front of a Christelle restricted by chains. It's absolute and utter torture. Damnation to the nth degree. 2) Only the idea of love exists. It can never be embodied. We, humans, just attempt to love the same way we strive for perfection. We move towards it but we can never truly exemplify it. So love only persists in fiction. But let's see. Then it is possible for the princess to choose the lady since she is only fictional! There you have it, lovestruck masses! The princess prefers to lift her status from semibarbarian to saint. Her noble deed nestles a golden halo on her head and immortalizes her in the mind of her subjects. But if that really is her motive, then it would be still for self-benefit, not true love. So yeah. Whatever she chooses, her drive would always be of self-profit. Kudos to Hobbes!

Dating Guidelines As Imposed by Father Dear

2006-04-13T11:17:00.000+08:00

I know I just posted a while ago but I found it irresistible to not add this as one of my entries. This is an email sent by one of my blockmates to our ygroup. I found it so amusing. It seemed as if it was one of the many writings of my overprotective boy-hating father. Or maybe my father and Niki's co-wrote it. Readers will get what I mean when they read it.

Ten Rules to Date My Daughter

Rule One
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a
package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her,
so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot
keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove
them.

Rule Three
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to
wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off
their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of
your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open
minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come
to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too
big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your
clothes do not, infact come off during the course of you date with
my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your
trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without
utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me
elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrrier, and I will kill
you.
In my father's case, one sumo jump is all it takes to cause the earth to part and swallow you whole.

Rule Five
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each
other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of
the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from
you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely
back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject
is: "early"

Rule Six
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to
date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my
daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you
will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you.
If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear,
and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want
to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter
is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than
painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why
don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my
daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer
than a wooden tool. Places where there is darkness. Places where
there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the
ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce my daughter to wear
shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than
overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her
throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be
avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are
okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-
aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I
am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you
where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me
the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a
shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house.
Haha. Loved this one. The description kind of applies. *thankful that my parents are clueless about computers and internet*

Rule Ten
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake
the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a
rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the
voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for
you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the
driveways you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight.
Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you
have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your
car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face
at the window is mine.
For some profound reason, I think my father's likely to do that.

Udder Mythology

2006-04-13T09:29:00.000+08:00

Mafel and I were talking on the phone last night and I told her about this preposterous claim Niki made. According to her, she owns a bra that could make her chest look flat. As if any gadget on Earth could accomplish such an improbable feat! She and *toot* must have had a major fight. That is the only logical rationalization for Niki's momentary neurosis.

Writing about this made me remember about The Los Baňos Legends. Once, Mafel and I were contemplating the etymology of 'Los Baňos'. This word actually rooted from two accounts...

The Legend of the Bath

It is a well-known fact that by the time of the Renaissance, Western countries have spent thousands of galleons to launch expeditions in order to claim territory and best their neighbors. El Salvador was one the conquistadors hired by King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella I to lead an expedition to the Pacific. Eager for its rewards, El Salvador accepted this offer and traveled in the Guadalupe, a majestic ship provided by His Highnesses. After 390 days in the sea, his lookout signaled for land in the southeast. Immediately, they set off towards that direction and were soon stepping on the island's glorious shores. The conquistador wanted to explore his new land and uncover the mysteries hidden in this undiscovered terrain. As he went deeper to the heart of the mountain, he heard the flow of running water. He followed this sound until he caught a glimpse of a river. Realizing how thirsty he was, he ran to it but stopped abruptly at the sight he beheld. It was a woman! Naked! Bathing in the river. A native most probably. He could see her features from where he stood. He was utterly captivated by her. "When I get the title from the king and this land becomes officially my encomienda, I could make her my wife," he surmised. Without a moment's hesitation, he approached his beloved maiden. Startled by this sudden movement, the girl turned around. Big mistake. It turns out that the girl was not a native. She was actually a water nymph whose sight of her boobs turned any man into stone. Consequently, the conquistador was instantly turned into stone. The water nymph, seeing what she had done by accident, said to herself, "Oh sh*t. Well that's what you perverts get for checking me out without permission."

The Legend of the Bathroom

It is a well-known fact that by the time of the Renaissance, Western countries have spent thousands of galleons to launch expeditions in order to claim territory and best their neighbors. El Salvador was one the conquistadors hired by King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella I to lead an expedition to the Pacific. Eager for its rewards, El Salvador accepted the Queen's offer and traveled in the Guadalupe, a majestic ship provided by His Highnesses. After 390 days in the sea, his lookout signaled for land in the southeast. Immediately, they set off towards that direction and were soon stepping on the island's glorious shores. The conquistador wanted to explore his new land and uncover the mysteries hidden in this undiscovered terrain. As he went deeper to the heart of the mountain, he heard the flow of running water. He followed this sound until he caught a glimpse of a river. Realizing how thirsty he was, he ran to it but stopped abruptly at the sight he beheld. It was a native woman! Urinating in the river! He was outraged! "What the f**k? How dare she sully my Shangri-La!," he inwardly cursed. He ran towards the lady shouting, "You savage! Stop polluting the river with your pee!" Startled by this sudden movement, the girl turned around. Big mistake. It turns out that the girl was not a native. She was actually a water nymph whose urine turned any man into stone. El Salvador was near enough to be splashed by microdroplets of the water nymph's urine. Consequently, the conquistador was instantly turned into stone. The water nymph, seeing what she had done by accident, said to herself, "What? I go to this god forsaken mountain to take a leak and still no privacy?! Serves you right!"

Author's Notes:
As you can see, the two myths are almost identical. The variations in the stories, we wager, may have been caused by oral tradition. We also suspect that these explain the abundance of rocks in Los Baňos.

There you have it, boys and girls. Those two sagas were penned by two of the most exalted historians, namely Mafel and I, so you better believe it.

I finished reading Inferno last night! Yeah! So you see, Mafel, I intend on keeping my promise of retuning The Divine Comedy before the first semester begins. I'll probably be done reading it by Easter Sunday but I can't return it until late May because of grueling summer school. Grumble, grumble. It's just so unfair! You only have to suffer two hours of classes whereas I have to bear eight and a half! Curses.

Barett Browning Unabridged

2006-04-12T18:09:00.000+08:00

I bought a book in Powerbooks a couple of days ago which contains poems from Sonnets from the Portugese and other poems written by Elizabeth Barett Browning. Cool, huh? My Literature teacher (yes, the one in my previous post) told our class that this book was extremely obscure. She bought her copy in Singapore. Haha. I bought mine in Makati.

Amy's Cruelty

Fair Amy of the terraced house,
Assist me to discover
Why you who would not hurt a mouse
Can torture so your lover.

You give your coffee to the cat,
You stroke the dog for coming,
And all your face grows kinder at
The little brown bee's humming.

But when he haunts your door...the town
Marks coming and marks going...
You seem to have stitched your eyelids down
To that long piece of sewing!

You never give a look, not you,
Nor drop him a "Good morning,"
To keep his long day warm and blue,
So fretted by your scorning.

She shook her head - "The mouse and bee
For crumb or flower will linger:
The dog is happy at my knee,
The cat purrs at my finger.

"But he...to him, the least thing given
Means great things at a distance;
He wants my world, my sun, my heaven,
Soul, body, whole existence.

"They say love gives as well as takes;
But I'm a simple maiden, -
My mother's first smile when she wakes
I still have smiled and prayed in.

"I only know my mother's love
Which gives all and asks nothing;
And this new loving sets the groove
Too much the way of loathing.

"Unless he gives me all in change,
I forfeit all things by him:
The risk is terrible and strange -
I tremble, doubt, ...deny him.

"He's sweetest friend or hardest foe,
Best angel or worst devil;
I either hate or ...love him so,
I can't be merely civil!

"You trust a woman who puts forth
Her blossoms thick as summer's?
You think she dreams what love is worth,
Who casts it to new-comers?

"Such love's a cowslip-ball to fling,
A moment's pretty pastime;
I give ...all me, if anything,
The first time and the last time.

"Dear neighbour of the trellised house,
A man should murmur never,
Though treated worse than dog and mouse,
Till doated on for ever!

Loved this one.

Pessimism creeping in

2006-04-11T22:40:00.000+08:00

Realizing that entering BS Biology has dulled my creative writing skills, I plan to make more entries in my blog to retain whatever skills in that department I have. Resurrection of the Roman Curia. But I'm still not sure if I would succeed in hindering cobwebs from accumulating here because I'm certain that summer school would have me going from school to bed. Only. No detours to my beloved laptop. No internet. We have a ruthless schedule. Imagine waking up at seven in the morning to go to a 7:30 class on a summer day. As if that is not horrifying enough, we have classes EVERYDAY from 7:30 to 4 with only three 15 minute breaks in between classes. Now, this may sound tolerable if I'm taking easy subjects. But Organic Chemistry is far from what most would say is a light load. I heard of an instance where the highest score in a departmental exam of a certain block is 33 out of a 100. My friends, this is torture which encompasses that which I have ever known. My Literature teacher in high school told us of a story about two prisoners who looked out of their cell. One saw the mud. The other saw the stars. She told us to strive to always be like the prisoner who saw the stars. But tell me, how can you cling to optimism when you can't pry your eyes from a very bleak possibility? Oh well, it's not like I can do anything about our merciless curriculum. I will just have to force myself to look up and see scintillating miniscules.

At Long Last, I Post

2006-03-11T18:51:00.000+08:00

Mafel insists that I post. How can I turn my back on the request of my beloved "ka-tropa" and co-ruler?

I miss the Third Triumvirate. My blockmates provide good company but I still long for our demented conversations. "Love is like a stain in a girl's underwear." My kind of quote. My kind of conversation. My kind of people... Because great minds think alike. Cool. That sounded a lot like an advertisement. Much like, "Bamboo is the new silver." Good times...

Niki plans to transfer to UP Manila and shift to Org Comm. I miss you too, dear. But what of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Wait. Let me rephrase that. What of you without He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?

I am drowning in scientific names, thermodynamic equations, critique papers, and phenotypic ratios. Someone give me Black Forest cake.

I almost forgot to mention. I may have found my "historical crush". Everyone in the Third Triumvirate has one. Niki has Alexander the Great. Mafel has Lord Byron. And I have... James Carkesse. Most people think he's insane but he doesn't think so. He expresses that sentiment in his poems. Or at least in the ones I've read. Regrettably, doing school work and running the world does not leave that much time for me to do research on him. Such things I have to give up for the benefit of mankind. YOU are lucky to have me as monarch.

Feb 14 Musings

2006-02-14T18:04:00.000+08:00

Ang eksena pala ng Valentine's sa co-ed. Meron talagang panghaharanang involved. At ang galing. Yung isa kong kaklaseng torpe nanligaw na. Finally. Actually, kasama ako dun sa Valentine's plan niya. Pero di ko alam na magsasabi pa siya ng lyrics sa kanta doon sa harap ng klase. Ang galing nga e. May plano pa kasing umatras sa plano noong Linggo. Paniguradong proud ang buong block namin sa kaniya. At siyempre, masaya rin kaming lahat para sa kaniya. Naks naman. Pero nakakatawa. Three-fourths siguro ng klase namin naka-itim. Mga sadista!

Pero masyado pa ring mushy. Nakakamiss tuloy ang all-girls.

Ang Aking Kalbaryo

2006-01-28T21:00:00.000+08:00

Lunes... Nang kami'y mag-report para sa Zoo Lab tungkol sa Earthworm Responses

Martes... Nang ako'y mag-exam sa Taxo Lec. Mas mahirap kaysa sa first dep.

Miyerkules... Nang ilantad ko sa buong mundo ang aking swimsuit-wearing state. Nang ako'y pinaglangoy ng ten laps sa Rizal. Tapos napagtanto ko na yung ten laps na pinagagawa sa amin crosswise ng pool at yung finals ay lengthwise. Oh hinde.

Huwebes... Nang ako'y mag-exam sa Zoo Lab. Pesteng origin at insertion yan. Nakakalito. Di ko masaulo. Tapos ang hirap pa ng exam. Sabi pa naman ni Mr. Ahmad na mas mahirap pa ang third exam. He spat it on our face.

Biyernes... Nang ako'y mag-exam sa Psych. Madali. Hulog ng langit. Diba parang otap ang mana? Mali! Parang pandesal!

Sabado... Oo! May Sabado! Que barbaridad! Zoo Lec exam! Nakakapraning dahil katakot-takot na pagmememorya ang ginawa ko. Nabawasan pa ang aking 8-10 hours of sleep. Naging 7. Precious sleeping time lost! Mamamaril na ako ng babanggit ng mga katagang sarcomere and the like.

At hindi pa nagtatapos diyan ang lahat. Tadtad ako ng papers na sa Lunes na lahat ipapasa. Dalawa sa Zoo Lab. Isa sa Chem Lab plus oral report. Tapos outline, 30 notecards at first draft ng body sa Comm 2. Iinom na ako ng Lysol.

Pero astig. Nakapagdota na ako. At masaya. Napatay ko si chubless. Lucky charm talaga ang purple Helmut. Tapos si Gio ang weird. Nahanap niya ang ym namin ni Dem-Dem. Eksena. Bilib ako sa stalking abilities. Tapos medyo pinagtripan namin ni Dem-Dem. Pero sandali lang. Kasi baka bigla na siyang tumalon sa bintana.

At bago na. Ang sequel sa Puso Negro Chart... Ang Bizarre Love Polygon Chart!
sergei boobka/superlolo
gandah/loser
golovko/franquito
helmut/fishyfishy

Statistics:
Nangunguna si Pauline. Si Nelly namumulubi sa puntos. Puro pagtataksil kasi! Ahasssss...

Ang Aking Ina

2006-01-21T19:55:00.000+08:00

Dahil nakakaduling tumingin sa Atlas, kinailangan ko bumili ng color pencils para madaling makita yung mga parte ng palaka. Nagpabili ako sa aking ina. Akala ko bibilhin niyang color pencils ay yung mumurahin. Pagbalik niya, nagulat ako nang binuksan ko yung National Book Store plastic. Faber Castell na 48 pieces! Nangangarap pa namin kami ng mga kaibigan ko ng ganyan para magmukhang libro ng suma ang Atlas namin. Lubha akong natouch sa ginawa ng aking ina. Mama, kung binabasa mo ito, ang hot mo talaga! Di ko na paglalaruan ang bilbil mo... tuwing Lunes, Miyerkules at Biyernes lang.

Chapter Five - Greens Gone

Inuubos ng DOTA ang pera ko.
Chapter Six - The Perfect Alibi

Dali-daling umalis si Dem-Dem sa Elims dahil sa init ng ulo ng kaniyang ama. Ako ay nalito. Dalawang karakter ang aking minamanipula. Natatalo na ako laban sa mga ahas na namumuga ng apoy at balbasaradong matanda na may dalang sanga. Buti na lang dumating si Itay! Bilib ako sa kaniya. Biruin mo. Napatay niya ang mga lumulusob na puno. Nailigtas niya di lang ang refrigerator namin kundi ang buong base. Minurder pa niya si Rashta at Kardel. Walastik. Pero eto na ang punto...

Itay: O! Bakit felix boobka 'to?
Ako: Siyempre... Crush ka ni Dem-Dem e.
Itay: *natameme*

Yun yun e. Sergei, puntos para sayo. *dekwatro*

Nomenclature + DOTA + Hyde

2006-01-15T14:34:00.000+08:00

Last Friday, I realized that I must discover at least one species and name it after me so as to make my legacy on humanity last forever. Hibiscus christellei

I kept playing Hyde's PV of Hello over and over. Can't get enough of his effeminate face and rocker attitude (yung dumidila-dila pa). I find his sillouhette with blinking blue lights in the bacground very endearing. I kept watching His Royal Hyde-ness while studying keratinized stratified squamous epithelium. And that is the reason for my impending failing grade in my first departmental exam in Zoology Lecture.

Chapter Four - DOTA x 3

Immediately after the exam, Dem-Dem, Pauline, Daphne and I went to Elims to play DOTA. We were in such a hurry that Dem-Dem and Daphne even neglected to eat lunch. I, who can get killed by the anomalous weight of a feather, refused to pass up lunch. Pauline and I held our foot-long hotdogs in one hand and a mouse in the other.

DOTA Part One

The Sentinel
- Helmut
- Fiancee my labs

The Scourge
- Sergei Boobka
- Golovko

Nanalo ang Sentinel. Astig. Naka-Godlike ako. Galing pa rin Daph. First blood. Pero nakakatakot si Pauline. Nang-aaway. Sa susunod, itutuon ko na ang aking mga Assasinate at Scattershot kay Chubless at Popoy. Kapag napatay namin nila Dem-Dem at Pauline sila, sana matuwa si Itay Wheeeeick.

DOTA Part Two

The Sentinel
- Helmut
- Chuvanez

The Scourge
- Sergei Boobka
- Computer (Normal)

Nanalo ang Sentinel. Hindi kasi gumagalaw ang kakampi ni Dem-Dem. Na-corner tuloy siya ng aming mga puno. Improving pa si Nelly. Di na nagsho-shopping.

DOTA Part Three

The Sentinel
- Helmut
- Computer (Normal)

The Scourge
- Sergei Boobka
- Chuvanez

Naputol ang laro sapagkat bad trip ang tatay ni Dem-Dem kaya nagmamadali siyang umalis. Pero ang galing kasi yung kakampi ko lumalaban. Nakakatawa nga kasi napatay si Nelly nung kakampi ko. Kakaiba.

Conclusions:

The day after Friday the Thirteenth is lucky.
The username "Helmut" is lucky. Thank you, Erika Garcia.
A purple cloak is lucky.

It was Friday the Thirteenth last Friday.
Full Moon yesterday.
M grandfather's birthday is today.
My printer sucks.

High on Formalin

2006-01-15T13:44:00.000+08:00

This happened on January 9, 2006:

The art of dissecting frogs is so captivating.

First, we killed the frog. We had two options: put it into comatose by breaking the spinal cord, or suffocate it by stuffing cotton balls drenched with formalin in its mouth. Our group chose the second and more humane way because we did not want to sever any body part. We named our frog "Bernard" as it struggled, to no avail, to get out of my blockmate's grasp. It took him really long to die and we were getting impatient so we pinned him down even when he was still dying. His tongue was already lolling out of his mouth when we did that. It was freaky when he put it back in when were already slicing him up. Sorry, Bernie. It had to be done in the name of science.

We were tasked to take off the skin of the frog assigned to us. My favorite part is when we took off the skin of the phalanges (Ooohhh... Technical term). We yanked it and it went off like gloves. Cool.

I found it extremely fun. I wonder how much more exciting it would be if I was to dissect cats and hamsters. I think it would be way more pleasing because 1) they are not slimy and ugly and 2) they are trying to take over the world. Niki knows very well my feelings on these creatures. I despise them. I believe that they are just waiting for a chance to debunk the human race and make their own species dominant. Why else would they try hard to be all cute and cuddly?

The Third Triumverate wants to start a fashion business. Mafel and I suggested that we should use fur in the clothes that we design. Niki did not want the zebras, leopards and all the other usual fur-yielding animals to get hurt. Mafel and I had a solution. We should get fur from kittens and hamsters! Niki fervently protested against this. I told her that we should kill them before they kill us because their ambition is world domination. Of course, Niki did not believe me *cough*brainsinboobs*cough*. She asked for proof. Mafel narrated this instance when she was walking in the alley, a kitten gave her a death glare. Niki thought it was preposterous and didn't accept it as proof. The truth is, that kitten is actually part of their intelligence sent to discern whether humans have already uncovered their plan or not. That kitten has been on our trail for months now. It has been trying to get dirt on us but Mafel and I look too innocent to know their heinous plan. However, despite our guiltless countenance, we know their plan of building an insurmountable subterranean camp under the Pentagon. It's perfectly logically, really. They need to overpower the US because it is a superpower and mass producer of ammunition. In the meantime, they lay in wait whilst training their infantry. Niki laughed at this. Laugh now, dear friend. You won't be laughing when kittens and hamsters finally emerge triumphant and start enslaving humans. People like you will make their vision reality.

Lesson # 3

Whenever you see a kitten giving you a cuddle-me-now stare... Whenever you feel compelled to buy a hamster from a pet store because of its likeness to spam... Think of the devious sneer hidden beneath their deceitful facade.

Edict # 2

In accordance with Lesson # 3, you are to kill kittens and hamsters, strip off their fur, and donate them to me.

Forgive my incoherencies. I had 67 intakes of formalin today and can scarcely spell words with more than three syllables right.

Chronicles of DOTA

2006-01-08T14:44:00.000+08:00

Chapter 1 - Addiction Established

DOTA. Adik na ako sa DOTA.

Kung magtext ako kay Dem-Dem at Pauline, ganito:

an excerpt from a SMS to Ms. Denise Lauren Dalmacion y Ting:
Tree-spawning-tabadzoid-na-nagpapahabol-kay-Popoy, nasaan ka na?

an excerpt from a SMS to the self-proclaimed Queen of Darkness:
Green-aura-and-pink-volts-na-hahamunin-si-Rick-balang-araw, kasama lahat yun.

At eto ang line-up namin nung nag-DOTA kami:

The Sentinel

Chubless (Papatayin kita sa DOTA balang-araw.)
Popoy (Ayoko sa lambat mo.)
Gio (Taong-bato)
DViel (Inuna ang laro kaysa sa kaniyang urinal needs)

The Scourge

Wheeee (Ang aming tagapagaligatas)
Pope (Ang balbasaradong may mga bomba sa sanga/tungkod)
Reyna ng Kadiliman (Partner sa kabaklaan)
Tabadzoid (Biktima *cough*nagpapabiktima*cough* ni Popoy)
Lucifer (Shopping Galore)

Nakakaasar pa si Chubless kanina.

Chubless: Huwag ka nang umalis, Dem-Dem. Si Christelle lang naman papatayin ko e.
Pope: @#$%^&^%$#@#$%@#$%

Bukas kasi pupunta kami nila Dem-Dem at Pauline sa Diliman upang ~~makapagsanay para mapantayan ang kakayahan ni Wheeeee sa DOTA~~ manaliksik para sa aming Comm II. Kala mo, Chubless. Magtutuos tayo.

May linya si Tabadzoid e...

Tabadzoid: Takte! Patay na naman ako?! Kakabuhay ko lang ah! Galit na talaga ako!
Lahat: Hala... Patay ka Popoy... *hagikgik*

Siyempre nilagay ko talaga yun. Alam kong babasahin ito ni Dem-Dem e. Pero para patas. Lagay na natin lahat.

Gio: Maawa naman kayo kay Daphne. *luha*
Lahat: Laro lang 'to, Gio.

Wheeeeee: Lucifer, atras!
Lahat: Uuuuuuy...

Wheeeeee: Uwi sa bahay! (referring to Lucifer)
Lahat: *kilig*

Popoy message: Pauline, punta ka dito.
Reyna ng Kadiliman: T*ng ina mo, Jom.

Tabadzoid: Nelly, kanina ka pa diyan sa may batis ah!
Lucifer: E kazi may binibili pa aq e. Jejejeje!
Tabadzoid: Ano ka ba? Shopping ka lang ng shopping diyan!
Pope: Kaya Level 10 pa rin e!

Chapter Two - The Diliman Mishap

Dem-Dem: Ikaw na, Pauline.
Christelle: Oo nga, Pau.
Pauline: Bakit ako?
Dem-Dem: Alam mo namang ikaw ang inaasahan namin.
Pauline: Sige na nga... DOTA po.
Ale sa may PC shop: Ano yun?
Dem-Dem, Christelle at Pauline: Huwaaaat?!?!?!
*lumabas sa may PC shop*
Dem-Dem: Di na ako makahinga!
*tumingin sa ibang PC shop*
Pauline: Bakit naman puro edukasyonal?!
Dem-Dem (frantic): Kayo! Nagpapanggap lang kayong kainan no?! DOTAhan talaga kayo!
Christelle (panic): Susumbong ko kayo kay Rick!
*text kay Rick*
reply ni Rick: Punta kayo ng Katips!
Pauline: Lika!
Christelle: Ngunit mag-aalas kwatro na! Susunduin na si Dem-Dem!
Dem-Dem, Christelle at Pauline: O hindi!

Que horror. Walang sibilisasyon sa Diliman. Walang DOTA. Noong una pa naman... bago kami pumunta sa SC... sinasabi namin sa isa't-isa na sana sa Diliman na lang kami nag-aral dahil mas maganda ang campus. Pero hindi na! Nirekomenda pa naman ng aming Histo 1 prof na mag-cross reg sa summer sapagkat baliw raw ang mga Chem prof sa Manila. Pero ayoko. Sa Manila, tabi-tabi ang DOTAhan. Kami ay lubhang nadismaya. Gusto pa naman naming magsanay para mapatay sila Chubless at Popoy. At saka para ma-impress namin at hindi kaming magsilbing pabigat sa aming Itay Wheeeeeick. Pakiramdam kasi namin kaya siya napatay ni Chubless dahil lagi siyang dumadating sa aming saklolo. Lubhang nakaka-touch ang kaniyang pag-atake sa mga kalaban habang kami ay tumatakbo para maligtas. Siya tuloy ang pinupuntirya. *kamao to mouth effect*

Sa aming kasawian, naglakad kami pabalik sa Main Library at nagplanong mambulabog ng mga magkasintahang gumagawa ng kung anong kababalaghan sa Sunken Garden kapag nakakita kami. Ngunit wala kaming nakita. Kinuntento na lang namin ang aming mga sarili sa pagsipa sa mga imaginary mating couples sa Oval.

Habang kumakain kami ng fishball, umisip na kami ng aming mga permanenteng alias sa DOTA. Siyempre si Tabadzoid ay si Tabadzoid pa rin. Pwede ring Tabadzoidy. Pero meron raw siyang alter ego na si Kalanzoidy. Nag-isip rin kami ng para sa akin...

1. Christeloba-loba (May Christelle. Dapat di kasama yung first name. Rejected.)
2. Tama na! (Dapat di pa-have sa DOTA. Rejected.)
3. Gestoni Loba-loba (Sapagkat balbasarado tulad ni Gestoni Alarcon ang aking karakter... pero rejected)
4. Machete (Approved! Hango sa balbasarado qualities ng aking karakter.)

Kay Pauline kami nahirapan...

1. Fishy-Fishy (Paano kapag naglaro na ng DOTA si Ian? Rejected.)
2. Rhizopus negricans (Masyadong mahaba. Rejected.)
3. Reyna ng Kadiliman (Masyadong mahaba. Rejected.)
4. Sudan IV (Rejected)
5. African word para sa "dilim" or anything of that sort (Di pa namin alam e.)

Paalis na sana kami nang may isang lalaking dumating...

Pinagbentahan niya kami ng mga coin purse na gawa raw ng mga (nakalimutan ko). P40 raw at ang pera ay mapupunta sa mga biktima ng mga drug addict. Alam raw ba namin na sampung tao ang naiimpluwensiyahan ng mga drug addict sa loob ng isang oras? Ilang oras raw ba meron sa isang araw? At saka raw delikado ang mga drug addict dahil gagawin nila ang lahat para makakuha ng perang pambili ng droga. Habang siya ay nagkukwento tungkol sa pagiging lucky number ng 40 (Dahil raw 40 days nag-fast si Jesus at Moses. Bakit raw 40 at hindi 41?), pagiging di patas kapag pinanganak ka ng may AIDS kahit na wala kang kasalanan, pagkakatulad namin sa Powerpuff Girls, at na dapat kami raw ay magmistulang mga aso (na kapag may nagkakalat sa tabing-dagat dapat raw sabihan namin ng, "Bakit ka diyan nagkakalat?! Hindi mo ba alam na ang dagat ay para sa lahat?"), hindi kami makaimik. Sa huli, binili na namin yung mga coin purse. Gusto pa nga naming papalitan pero yun na raw ang "last three remaining."

May dalawa kaming hinala:

- Na isa siyang banlag na propeta dahil noong binati niya kami ng "Hello to the four of you!" Gusto ko sanang sabihin na isang tao lang si Dem-Dem. Pero ang labo nga kasi sabi niya Powerpuff Girls kami, e diba tatlo ang Powerpuff Girls. But then again, I am coming from the assumption that he is a optically-challenged prophet. Baka sa tingin niya apat ang Powerpuff Girls. Isa pang ebidensiya. Noong ine-enact niya ang pagkakalat-sa-dagat dialogue, tinuro niya ang isang bagay/tao. Ewan namin kung ano kasi di namin alam kung nakaturo siya kay Dem-Dem o hindi. At saka, mabilis siyang nawala pagkatapos ng aming konbersasyon. That explains the prophet hypothesis.

- Na isa siyang drug addict na nagpapanggap na kasapi ng isang anti-drugs na organisasyong nagbebenta ng coin purse para makakuha ng perang pambili ng drugs tulad ng nasa kaniyang kwento. High siguro siya kaya niya kami binati ng "to the four of you!" at nagtututuro sa kung ano/sino. Baka kaya bigla siyang nawala kasi gusto niyang makatakas kaagad sa mga nauto niya.

Hay naku. At least may coin purse na ako para sa aking DOTA coins.

Beware of the Pink Old Man

2006-01-06T23:46:00.000+08:00

Pink Old Man is my other alias. My DOTA alias. Yes. I have become a victim of this modern day influenza thanks to my blockmates. But, given my Starcraft history and natural inclination to dodge my responsibilities, I am bound to be one. It is super fun. YOU should try it. See? Now, I'm trying to get others to play the game. The perfect alibi. It's official. I am an addict. Ironic, really. I've never even won a game but I guess that explains my intense desire to get better. I want to get better because I want to win. But I will never be truly triumphant until I get sweet revenge from my blockmate who picks on me and keeps killing me. Practice makes perfect, hence, the theme of this entry.

Year of the Great

2005-12-31T22:27:00.000+08:00

To all my followers (this means everyone):

For the year 2006, I task each of you to live out my teachings. In other words, to spread the love and my greatness (as if the latter has not already spread... but I'm being humble). You have my blessing!

Now, this is my definition of "a good start".

Instead of researching for my paper...

2005-12-30T18:46:00.000+08:00

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

I was told that Christelle means 'little Christ'. My infallible logic tells me that my name's etymology insinuates that none other than I wil bring salvation to all. And that is why my name is all that is needed in my epitaph. *applause*

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

And this further authenticates that I am the next Messiah.

Pablo Picasso

Pablo Picasso should paint your portrait. You are a totally unique person. You are usually the first one to adopt a new mode of thought or the latest fashion. Everyone looks up to you. You are friendly and easygoing with everyone you meet.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Adopt a new mode. Like having a female Pope, perhaps?

Your hidden talent is lying

You are able to lie to anyone and get away with it. Sometimes you even do it for fun. You are specifically skilled at acting and bluffing during poker. And you know that to be a good liar you should give lots of details, to be a great one you give no details at all.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

You will be a Notorious Criminal

Your fame will be gained through your unlawful deeds. You are very smart and will probably get away with it for a long time – if not forever. You are not evil, necessarily, but when you don’t agree with a law, you just ignore it.

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Mafel, we are truly soulmates.

You are 66% evil

You are very evil. You are fairly practical in your evil deeds and you probably wouldn’t do anything illegal. You are more inclined to not do anything when you see that something bad is about to happen. Think Seinfeld.

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Edict I

Quiz Galaxy is to be slaughtered in the Inquisition for misleading the Church. The Pope is a saint. Nobody is to contest that.

Have a good day everyone!

What Mezza Morta character are you?

2005-12-26T17:20:00.004+08:00

You scored as Kane. You're Kane Mache, a split personality assassin who loves eating, climbing on things, and molesting Demos.

Kane

100%

Lora

78%

Demos

67%

Dominic

67%

Mel

56%

Rafi

56%

Touya

55%

Ciro

44%

Sumire

44%

Santiago

44%

Vinnie

22%

What Mezza Morta character are you?
created with QuizFarm.com

My slave told me a bit more about Mezza Morta. Apparently, they are like the "Italian Mafia". And the characters have cool personalities too. All of them are interesting. But I bet everybody loves Kane Mache the most now.

Happy Holidays!

2005-12-25T00:37:00.000+08:00

To all humans and anthropoids:

Merry Christmas! I wish you all three slices of fruit cake, sweetened ham, seven scoops of vanilla ice cream, keso de bola, a whole willowing pan of puto bumbong, roasted chicken, a glass of bubbling champagne, lasagna, and a platter of freshly cultivated mushrooms.

And for those who do not fall under either categories (yes, Janna, this includes you), a very Happy Christmas to you too.

Lesson #2
Eat, drink and be merry! Do not mind the phrase (... for tomorrow you shall die) which comes after that.

Cheers,
Christelle the Great

Charity Bids Me To Blog

2005-12-22T17:09:00.000+08:00

My children,

Only three days remain until Christmas. As this is so, I have decided to give everyone a present. A blog. My blog. Ah, yes. I can see tears of joy gushing down from your eyes as you read my very first entry. I can see the words 'This is the best gift anyone could ever give me' form through your lips. I can see you faint and land down on the concrete floor teeth broken and cerebral hemorrage developing with a radiant and hopeful countenance. You need not thank me. I only live to make other people happy.

From this blog, you will learn life lessons that will prove useful as you conquer obstructions and reach for the stars. Let the enlightenment begin!

Lesson #1
Niki, Mafel, Janna and Cherry (Claudelle Salonga Abellanosa) should show benevolence by giving me expensive presents (note the plurality). If you are not Niki, Mafel, Janna or Cherry (Claudelle Salonga Abellanosa), then you are to use any and all means to ensure their benevolence.

Love lots,
Christelle the Great