caffeine killed my brain.

it's been a long time coming

2009-03-16T15:42:00.000+08:00

Got a new song for my homepage. The Kills - Kissy Kissy. Meanwhile,

Step 1.

Put a spiral, a circle, a square, a cross, and a triangle in a certain order that you want. (Get mo?)

Step 2. Interpretations:

First -- your future

Second -- how to achieve the first

Third -- the present you

Fourth -- the past you

Fifth -- what you've been neglecting for some time now

Spiral -- change

Circle -- wholeness

Cross -- relationships

Square -- stability

Triangle -- goals and missions

Ako:

Apparently,

Future = wholeness

Means to achieve = stability

Present me = Change

Past me = goals and missions

Neglecting = relationships

what? xD

the diving bell and the butterfly

2009-02-23T05:34:00.000+08:00

Hindi mo pala mahahanap lahat ng bagay sa internet. Naghahanap ako ng torrent ng Le Mystere de la Chambre Jaune para mapanood ko na ang Le Parfum de la dame en Noir pero wala akong mahanap sa kahit anong torrent sites, pati na sa Google. :( Ang sad. That means I won't get to watch La Parfum. Kaya kung may mahanap kayo na Le Mystere na torrent, thanks! :D Downloading The Diving Bell and The Butterfly. 60% na! Can't wait.

My Day

2009-02-13T21:07:00.000+08:00

It was sad. Then happy. Then brimming with the wrathful fires of hell. Until I saw Juno's PM in RPGC. :)

i didn't know but then i know now

2009-02-08T20:59:00.000+08:00

After a satisfying blueberry pie at Momo, I dropped by 7-Eleven, that convenience store at the corner of Orosa and Pedro Gil, studded with bright fluorescent lights that should scare the shadows out of anyone's faces. As usual, the two heavy doors greeted me in the usual drab and boring fashion. This time, it became more uninspired as I noticed a note taped to the glass door. I quickly dismissed the note as unimportant and proceeded to look for the desired junkfood pack.

And I pushed with all my weight in one hand against one door. A cashier guy outside remarks that the door is closed. I try the other one, this time with all the forces of the hunger-crazed hibernating Buddha inside of me. I pushed with significant force, a force that could move an immovable rock if a rock were to exist such that this sentence would not be rendered paradoxical and senseless. What happened next was that there was no expected door movement. Instead, I just stood there, a stick figure leaning against the clear glass doors of the convenience store.

I finally unraveled the mystery of the existence of door locks in 7-Eleven doors when in fact they swear by their corporate asses that they serve people 24-7, which implies that they are unneeded because the store would never close (unless you find a day with 25 hours somewhere in the 2009 calendar, or a week with 8 days in it). The reason they need to have locks (well, at least one of the reasons...) is that they occassionally have to coat the store with pesticidal mist to rid the store of unwanted organisms. :D

This revelation filled me with so much joy that I started belching perfectly spherical bubbles at each vowel sound I make. (The previous sentence is supposed to be a pun on Joy/joy but I discovered upon thorough review that the pun would have worked better (best case scenario is that it should induce even the most minimal intended effect -- a single appreciative haha perhaps).

But then again, maybe I'm just sleepy and I want to sleep but opt not to due to the Bio quiz I haven't prepared for. So disregard my entry for the night. Take it as something I did while I was half-asleep, half-studying, half-rattling away on the keyboard at 1:58 in the morning.

whaddup?

2009-01-28T20:39:00.000+08:00

Last Tuesday, habang naghihintay sa Rob, pumunta ako sa Powerbooks at tiningnan ang kanilang poetry shelf. Nakahanap ako ng isang poetry book na intriguing. It's "The Rose That Grew From Concrete" by Tupac Shakur. I'm not much of a hiphop and rap fan although my music library is replete with rap. It was a stage in my life that I am not particularly fond of. But everyone understands. LOL Anyways, magaling naman pala si Tupac e. So baka may katotohanan talaga sa sinasabi nilang rappers are the poets of the 21st Century, or something along those lines. Ewan. Or baka gawa-gawa ko lang yun.

Binasa ko siya sa one hour ng paghihintay at malapit ko na siyang matapos nang napansin kong medyo mediocre na ang latter part. Ewan ko kung chronological yun, basta may change. Yung nagustuhan ko dun yung poem niya dedicated to Marilyn Monroe at yung isa for Vincent van Gogh. Di ko maalala pano exact format niya.

Starry Night
dedicated to the memory of Vincent van Gogh
by Tupac Shakur

A creative heart obsessed with satisfying
this dormant and uncaring society
You have given them the Stars at night
and you have given them Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers
but 4 you there's only contempt
Though you pour yourself into that frame and present it so proudly
this world could not accept your masterpieces, from the heart
So on that starry night, you gave 2 us and you took away from us
the one thing we never acknowledged
your life..

when you're bored and you know it, you write a worthless blog post. clap clap clap.

2009-01-28T19:51:00.000+08:00

My eyes are burning and it's not just the onset of fever. My eyes are capable of cutaneous respiration. That would be a really cool and useless superpower. It beats not having any superpowers at all.

I tried amaretto-flavored java today. The first few sips were delicious. It reminded me of syrup medicine and the emulsifiers they add into the concoction in order to hide the actual bitterness of pharmaceutical shit. But the store was closing, so I had to drink the coffee-liqueur mixture in two gulps. It tasted weird. I could feel my tastebuds shriveling and withering in the tsunami of amaretto, which left me with a devastated tongue. It continued to wreak havoc in my esophagus and stomach and I'm pretty sure that tomorrow, people will find copious amounts of caramel in the urinals at school.

Yesterday (which ended about 40 minutes ago), I was trapped in a vicious REM cycle while awake. Medyo pagod na bangag na ewan. I may have even talked to the maid while I was half-asleep. I dunno. I seem to recall a conversation with her about when and when not to wake me up. <:/ I am so dead if the landlady hears about this. She may think I'm on crack or something. LOL My frequency of tardiness has decreased ever since the day our landlady offered to wake me up at 6AM. Or has it increased? IDK. Honestly, when you wake a person up at such an ungodly hour, there are only two possible situations that would come next: 1) Said person would wake up immediately and go to bathroom to take a nice morning shower; and 2) said person would rise from bed, say "yes" to the corresponding command to wake up, and return to bed once appointed "waker" has left the room. The latter one applies to me more. Which is sad. Seeing as I have become conscious of the time, I would sleep and wake up every 10 minutes to check the time, which sucks you of the energy you gained in sleeping. Just recently, my body clock learned to give me this sharp headache at 6AM, seconds after the first "Joseph, gising na" command. Pavlovian conditioning is real.

This blog entry was supposed to be entirely about my eyes being capable of cutaneous respiration. I only planned to post the first two sentences. But, meh, I'm bored.

how i met your mother s04e13

2009-01-20T22:54:00.000+08:00

Lily: Hey baby, it's lunchtime and I love you.
Marshall: I reciprocate in principle although with the caveat there seems to be a surplus on my side.
Lily: No, I love you more.

=))

the dogs are happy

2009-01-20T22:05:00.000+08:00

One of the highlights of a new year are the movies in production and movies which are premiering. There are some great movies out there for 2009 and I am looking forward to watching the following:

Planet 51
Knowing
Push
Coraline
The Box
Fanboys
Watchmen
Inglourious Basterds
Terminator Salvation (robot wars! :D)
The Spirit
Monsters vs. Aliens
Angels & Demons
S. Darko (Donnie Darko sequel!! :D)
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (with Heath Ledger)
They Came From Upstairs
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
X-Men Origins: Wolverine
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (LOL duh)

i never tried

2009-01-12T11:47:00.000+08:00

Stumbled across this when I was looking for Juno on the internet. There is something tragic about black and white and moving lights and pictures stained by rain that makes you think and feel outside your normal emotional range. The song is The River Turned To Cobblestones - The Library Tapes.

Stream of consciousness:
I think we
all know how it feels
to look at the rain without getting wet.
It's not getting warmer inside;
And it's not getting colder.
We are afraid.

LOL.

little drops

napaso ang dila ko

2009-01-10T12:11:00.000+08:00

at ang sakit niya. Bumili ako ng hot choco sa Starbucks dahil naiihi ako at malayo pa ang dorm ko. Kailangan kong umihi pero nahihiya akong pumasok na wala naman binibili diba? Lulz. First time kong bumili ng hot choco at nagventi pa ako. Masarap naman siya. Definitely hindi nasayang ang pagveventi ko. Kaya nga lang, napaso ang middle part ng dila ko. Tsk tsk. Paano na lang, di na ako pwede maging gourmet connoisseur dahil nasira na ang parts ng dila ko. Hindi naman siya permanent damage at hindi siya malala. Pero yun nga, nasira na part ng tongue ko.

At kanina pang 3PM ko dapat napost to at umalis ng dorm pero nakatulog ako, so ngayong 5PM ko lang siya mapopost. >.>

eighteen seconds before sunrise

2009-01-06T18:32:00.000+08:00

Sigur Ros finally makes it to my homepage. I have always wanted to have them here; however, some other cool indie rock band always manages to make it first to my imeem. Last time ay Ludo. Before that was Chiodos. But now, I guess the new year deserves a good start with some Sigur Ros. LOL Isa to sa mga songs ng Sigur Ros na hindi ko pa naiintindihan dahil hindi ako makahanap ng matinong translation online. I will continue scouring the interwebz for that elusive piece of Icelandic poetry, until the moment I have it at the tip of my fingertips, resonating, pulsing like a lustful melody of otter sounds. LMAO SIGUR ROS!! :D Seryoso. Parang otters sila. Daw. Kung ganun man ang boses ng mga otter. Yun yung naiimagine ko eh. Or seal ba? Ewan. LOL Hahanapin ko translation nito. Kailangan muna matulog para hindi malate sa NSTP at makapaglinis.

Sigur Ros - Gobbledigook

þú hatta fjúka lætur í loft
þú regnhlíf snú á hvolf allt of oft
ó nei, ekki, ó
þú þök að fjúka út á brot sjó
þú hári strjúka faldinum sló
óhræsisstrákur
vindur í hárinu
þú augu fjúka í sand tárast
þú tyggigúm í hendir hár fast
óhræsisstrákur
vindur í hárinu

Nakakanta ko yung weird symbols!! LOL. Or nababasa. Either way, ang cool niya pakinggan at pagprakatisan. In other news, naalala ko na Tolkien-esque Elven ay may roots sa Icelandic language. Either nabasa ko ata yun somewhere or gumagawa-gawa lang ako ng facts. Kailangang nakapag-log-in ka sa imeem mo para marinig ang whole song at hindi lang ang gitna. xD

Sigur Ros. /si-ur rose/ Yung /i/ diyan ay gaya ng /i/ sa hit. The rose is pronounced quickly.

the new year

2008-12-31T19:00:00.000+08:00

I realized that not everyone will have the time to post their blog entries spot on 12AM, January 1, 2009. So, I thought, why not welcome the new year on the computer and just fricking take one whole minute to write down the whole thing, this whole special blogpost. A year-starter. To start the year.

Firecrackers and fireworks are prohibited in our city, but once the signal fire lit up the sky-- the first delinquent-- everyone followed. :D

greetings greetings

2008-12-31T12:42:00.000+08:00

I can't imagine the holidays without these guys. In fact, they really made my today when they sang that Christmas ballad in our lawn just this afternoon. My ears pricked when I heard their voices over the din of the city. It went something like "... Christmas is... Christmas... Christmas..." I don't remember the exact lyrics so forgive me for the shoddy excuse for a Christmas carol transcription. But this is all I can tell, they were really good. They sounded like one of those a capella groups you would hear on the radio, only with less blah and more... honesty? I don't know. Maybe it was because of the fact that the trio was composed of three [duh] singers from different... age groups [LMAO]. There was one grampa, who had hung a guitar around his neck ang strummed the chords beautifully. There was another old man, but I could tell he was younger than grampa. And then there was this 11-year-old-or-so kid who sung the higher parts. Although I know that I would come across better groups in the future, the performance I saw this afternoon really was something.

These are the kinds of people I would like to see go from house to house and sing Christmas carols; not the kids who can only sing "Ang Pasko ay Sumapit" in unison, but with two or three members somehow straying, in some mishap of nature, from the chord progression. These three people really thought things through.

At may tongue twister ako: Trust the youth. :D Trust the youth. Trust the youth. Trust the youth. Trust the youth. Trust the youth.

Ang saya ng December 29-30 Reunion! Thank you Ritz for making the whole thing happen. I was quite surprised by the number of people who showed up at the reunion, and at the pool. I would never have known that several other groups would also want to "reunite". Ang awkward ng paggamit ng word. Haha, Ma'am Gavino.

I have to start working on the Chem thing. >.>

cut dogs paste

2008-12-27T19:37:00.000+08:00

My bad sleeping habits are fading away. I am steadily losing my 6AM bedtime. Now, I can sleep at around 2AM! That's a significant improvement of 4 WHOLE HOURS. Apparently, all I needed was a little more physical activity during the day to use up my energy. In Manila, all I did was study and walk and eat and sit down. Here... I still basically do the same thing with a little more walking and eating. I love walking, especially if it's warm outside and there are no pesky rainclouds blocking the sun. Walking lengthens your travel time and allows you to think to yourself longer. This past few days, I walked to my classmates' houses on a whim. I just wanted to drop by and say a few Hi's and How are you's and No, I don't think so's and You've grown's. I got to meet a few of them before I finally decided to go home.

I must admit, I spend more than hour just lying in bed and wishing I would just fall asleep. About 15 minutes of that time, I wonder how I look when I am about to fall asleep. I also want to know when I fall asleep. You know how you wake up in the morning after a long night of tossing and turning and you wonder at what time of the night you actually fell asleep? Well, I want to know that moment and realize that this moment is upon me: that moment when I am about to fall asleep. Seems impossible though.

I went to my friend's house earlier. So, I was walking to her house when I saw this huge white mongrel [with short hair and a long snout] by their gate, under the supposed doorbell. I hesitated whether or not I should just approach the dog and ring the doorbell, being unsure of the dog's identity. I certainly didn't think that the dog was my friend's. Hence, it was either the neighbor's or a stray. I feared the latter, for oh how rabies disrupts the nervous system.

So, I stayed a safe distance from the dog and shouted "Ayo!" [Tao po equivalent in Bisaya] a couple of times. The dog inched his way to me. Slowly, paw after paw, moving like the ghost of my death. I'm not a fan of dogs, although I can still stand their presence. So, I increased the volume of my shouting. I'm pretty sure that if you were there, you would have identified the slight quivering of my voice and recognized the smallest hint of a plea for help somewhere within those quivering lines. I tried to keep my voice as strong and firm as possible. They say dogs smell your fear. I say, FnCK the DOGS, WHY THE HELL CAN YOU SMELL FEAR?! T.T

The dog was just 2 meters away and I mouthed curses under my breath. I was all "COME ON NIK. DALIAN MO. THE GATE, I'M AT THE GAAATE. SHIIIIIIIIT." I reached inside my pocket and all I had that I could throw were a number of coins. >.>; I glared at the dog, trying to scare him away. I counted on their primal sense of the food chain, that we are above everyone else, that maybe my superior position in the food chain, relative to the dog, would scare the dog away. However, the dog was still there. But now he was baring his canine teeth [or molars?], or whatever you call the teeth at the sides of the mouth [because in humans they're canine teeth].

Long story short, she eventually opened the gate herself. I threw coins at the dog and the dog was more than happy to oblige to his primal instincts and chased me right to the gate until my friend threw a much larger pebble at the hostile canine.

nothing to do

2008-12-27T06:17:00.000+08:00

It`s harder than it looks! Use the first letter of your LAST name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things... nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same first initial. You CAN`T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

Oraño. Big O.

1. Famous artist/band/musician: OkGo

2. Five-letter word: Omens

3. US state: Oregon

4. Boy name: Oliver

5. Girl name: Ohno

6. Occupation: Occupation? Haha Officer, Police? As in Police Officer. xDD

7. Something you wear: Overalls? Haha

8. Celebrity: Orlando Bloom. wahahaha

9. Something found in a kitchen: Oranges.

10. Reason for being late: OMGACCIDENT. Haha

11. Something you shout: OMG. WAHAHA

12. Body part: mahirap... pwede occipital bone? or orbital fissure?

Guess the Song

2008-12-25T18:41:00.000+08:00

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
TAG PEOPLE, AND HAVE THEM COMMENT TO GUESS AS MANY SONGS AS THEY CAN (artist and song)
Step 3: Strike-through the songs when someone guesses both the song and artist correctly.

I TAG: everyone who's anyone who knows a song here on the list. :D

1. It's too late baby, there's no turning around. I've got my hands in pocket and my head in the clouds.

2. Forty detectives this week, forty detectives strong. Taking a stroll down love street; strolling, is that so wrong?

3. I'm not coming back, I'm not gonna react, I'm not doing shit for you. I'm not sitting around, while you're tearing it down around us.

4. Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself.

5. Old, lonely, and endless night. Cold morning rises from the night.

6. Le ciel bleu, sur nous peut s'effondrer, et la terre peut bien s'ecrouler.

7. I love you but I hate you, which brings to mind how much I love you. We could have worked this out, you know, in a little room, in a little locked room.

8. Fear me you lords and lady preachers, I descend upon your earth from the skies.

9. Raise the white flag. Surrender and salute your new general. Ferocious, not to be confused with animal.

10. Lights out, I still hear the rain. These images that fill my head now keep my fingers from making mistakes.

11. She said, 'Don't... Don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen. Boys like you are a dime a dozen.'

12. Change your heart, look around you. Change your heart, it will astound you.

13. Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score.

14. Wag nang malumbay, ang pag-ibig ko ay tunay, sabihin man ng iyong nanay na wala akong silbi sa buhay.

15. Ako'y munting tinig, may munting pangarap. Samyo ng bulaklak sa hanging malinis.

16. I was quiet as a mouse when I snuck into your house and took roofies with your spouse, in a nit and out a louse.

17. If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer, oh my God I pray for another chance to drive down back highways, until I stumble upon your beautiful face.

18. I think it's time we give it up and figure out what's stopping us from breathing easy and talking straight.

19. A candy coated dream with parks and trees and figurines and her arms wrapped around my sleeve with tiny steps and eyes of green.

20. You're in a world of trouble, I can just see it now. You're taking these chances like teenage romances, and I can't believe you're brushing it off like my heart's on your sleeve.

we still have time

2008-12-24T19:31:00.000+08:00

The dream was so vivid.

The setting was at Rob. A new wing, I suppose, because I didn't recognize the new stores there at all. We were all kind of hanging out at the atrium, and this wing, it was at our left. So we went inside. And looked at the stalls and the stores and the botiques. We went to an ice cream stall and I got meself some ice cream. I blinked and everyone was gone. I searched the mall for anyone I recognized, although I failed to find a friend until I blinked my eyes. And everyone was back again. And the mall was full of random people.

Someone asked me if I have finished studying for the midterms. I said, "No, why?" And I think I remember a laugh and someone telling me that the midterms were scheduled the next day. Of course, being the placid protagonist, I smiled. I thought to myself, "Hmmm, that gives me 8 hours more to study." Apparently, it was already 10PM.

So, I studied and just when I was about to walk out the dorm, I woke up from that dream.

Who knows? I might have had that clairvoyant epiphany of a dream in which I would see the questions for the real midterms (sp?). If only I were asleep for 3 more minutes. Tsk tsk tsk.

good morning

2008-12-24T07:50:00.000+08:00

I picked up my guitar again this Christmas break. It seems that I cannot get started on the academic stuff that I planned to do over the break. The genogram: I am currently in the conceptualization phase, that is, dreaming about it over and over again in my sleep. I haven't traced a single line in our family, except maybe for the ones that I already know. My family is the run-of-the-mill nuclear one, so you will not see any extended relationships between all of us.

Again with the guitar. I have found my fingers to have lost the callouses I developed when I first played the instrument. They were not pretty, but they helped when I wanted to play faster songs and whatnot. Right now, my fingers are sore. They have gone soft from all the inactivity this past few months. All that my fingertips were feeling was the soft-touch keyboard. :p

I'm giving up the guitar for good, unless I magically develop callouses tomorrow.

a faith healer

2008-12-23T11:24:00.000+08:00

Nagka-last-song-syndrome pa rin ako sa Ludo. Haha.

"She moves through moonbeams slowly.
She knows just how to hold me.
And when her edges soften,
Her body is my coffin."

I woke up at 2:30 P.M. today and it took me almost an hour to be functional again. The emptiness of an overcast afternoon is disturbing. I don't know. I guess I am dreading the coming rain. That would mean cold. Of course, according to Grice, this is just the natural meaning. In other words, x means that p and x meant that p entails p. Haha, I still remember a few stuff in Philosophy.

I need to do something else now that I am fully functional. I need activities for the holidays because I just can't rot in boredom.

And the orchids died. Hindi kasi diluted. Hehe

ludo love me dead

2008-12-19T09:57:00.000+08:00

Love me cancerously
Like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
'High-maintenance' means
You're a gluttonous queen
Narcissistic and mean.
Kill me romantically
Fill my soul with vomit
Then ask me for a piece of gum.
Bitter and dumb
You're my sugarplum.
You're awful, I love you!

She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead! Love me dead!

You're a faith-healer on T.V.
You're an office park without any trees
Corporate and cold
Gushing for gold
Leave me alone.
You suck so passionately
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart
You call me up drunk
Does the fun ever start?
You're hideous and sexy!

She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead! Love me dead!

Love me cancerously
Brrrot-dot-da-d-da-da!
How's your new boy?
Does he know about me?
You've got the mark of the beast.
You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!

She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Wha' 'bout that sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead!

my account

2008-12-15T19:10:00.000+08:00

Konting konti na lang at wala na akong obligations for two whole weeks! Yay! Iniisip ko na 10 hours na lang at certified na wala na akong duties to any academic subject! Woot! Of course, hindi pa rin pwedeng mawala sa isipan ang Chem na yan. Aaralin ko siya for the break. Hindi ko siya obligation kasi nareport naman siya nang maayos; gusto ko lang maintindihan siya. Math, kailangan ko siyang aralin. Hindi ko alam kailan pa ako makakatulog, basta kailangan makatulog ako tonight.

shapes and sizes

2008-12-15T01:53:00.000+08:00

I slept like a baby... if you had been lulling your baby to sleep with Marilyn Manson songs. God, this night was hellish. I will not even use the cliche "tossing and turning" because I've been doing more than that for the night. I spent almost 5 hours trying to fall asleep only to wake up to find that it's already 6AM and I need to eat my breakfast and ingest the proper amount of caffeine for today. Gaaah. Fnck my GMT - 8 Body Clock.

centromeres and how to sleep well

2008-12-14T22:35:00.000+08:00

All this time I have been experiencing download speeds of up to 50 kbps. I rejoiced at this fact simply because I share the bandwidth with 10 other active downloaders in the dorm. Hence, I never really questioned the fact that my downloading speed has remained constant. However, it has only been just 5 minutes ago when I discovered that earlier on, I had set the maximum download speed for all torrents to 50 kbps. Nice. All this time I waited hours and hours long for downloads to finish when in fact, I could have gotten speeds of up to 115 kbps on uTorrent. Nice. I'm off to sleep. I hope. I wonder, should I still sleep now? I mean, it's roughly 2 hours and 30 minutes before I need to wake up.

Oh well. I guess I have to sleep. Fnck. I will look like crap tomorrow morning. Can't wait.

insomniac enigma

2008-12-14T22:23:00.000+08:00

How does one sleep in the night? How does one engage himself in REM in an instant? I cannot sleep. I need to sleep. Sleep is good. It has been 2 hours since I have tried sleeping and I realized that my efforts were wasted on this useless attempts on the tradition of nocturnal sleep. Instead, I should have been studying for the past two hours so that I might have gone to sleep. Tsk tsk. I really need to lay off on the caffeine or whatever endocrine hormone it is that has been inhibiting the supposed sleep-inducing effect of the dark.

compose blog entry

2008-12-14T20:03:00.000+08:00

Right now, I do not know what to think. Should I think about the different germinative layers and the corresponding tissues that differentiate from the layers or should I concentrate on this blog post? Because as unseemly as it is, I am currently studying Bio. I do not want to miss something tomorrow. I do not want to go into the exam room confident, only to find out that I missed a few pages in the module worth 10 or more points in the exam. I can't have that. xD I am not grade-conscious. Basically, it just boils down to being academically-oriented. No, not academics-obsessed. And maybe just a little influence of this thing called peer pressure. Maybe conformity too. Now who said mindlessly conforming to the norms without questioning the fundamental rationales of conformity was a bad thing when I am successfully making progress because of my insatiable hunger for acceptance?! xDD

Shifting to sleeping position. I should be asleep before 1AM or else mababangag ako bukas nang umaga. <( and i should wake up before 6AM din, para maayos ang umaga at makapagcoffee pa ako before going off to school. *sigh* And I have a parent issue that just sucks. They interpreted my accidental leaving of the phone in Manila as something else. Baka daw may tinatago ako or something. T_________T riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I don't know if I should be mad or sad for their distrusting me. And they are ultimately oblivious to the fact that it is imperative that my studytime should be spent outside the dorm and in a coffee shop. I prefer places other than my dorm because it is less likely that I would fall asleep on my notes and stuff when I am in a coffee shop than when I would be lying supine on the bed in the dorm with my head propped up with pillows.

It's 1AM na. I guess I should sleep.

I feel like I need to study more. Pero, whatever. Come what may. I already gave it my best.

HOSHIT! may bio HW pa pala! and bygod they are so many! looks like mamaya pa ako makakatulog. Thanks Steph for telling me. I didn't know. Pages 96-98 kept staring me at the face kanina while I was reviewing, but I shrugged them off as unimportant because I didn't hear Prof. Rubite telling us this was HW. Bygod. Andami.

boring stuff to do when bored

2008-12-12T20:30:00.000+08:00

1. YOUR REAL NAME:

- Joseph V. Orano

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of your first name plus izzle):

- Josizzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color and favorite animal):

- Red Human

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME:(your middle name and street you live on)

- Villacarlos Orosa

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)

- Orajo. Amazing.

6. YOUR SUPERHERO/CRIMINAL NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)

- Yellow Macchiato. xD

7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your Last name, 1st letter of your last name, 2nd letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of your dads name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, and last letter of your moms first name)

- Oaoifon

8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (parents' middle names before marriage)

- Legaria Cordova. Hahaha

9.YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets )

- Black Biscuit. xD

December Wishlist

2008-12-08T17:54:00.000+08:00

dfgwr

2008-12-07T20:12:00.000+08:00

Kahit ilang beses ko nang napanood ang Once, I still haven't blogged about it. Kahit it's one of my favorite movies.

Once. Once. Once. Sobra!! You have to love it. There's a certain honesty to their songs that just makes you want to go with the movie and cry and... I don't know... feel? There's very few movies that could elicit such an emotional response from me. Well, no. I mean, I laughed at Twilight, so there was an emotional response. Pero, very few movies could make me feel the way they want you to feel. Twilight made me want to envy Edward Cullen and his uber vampiremanliness when all the while, I just wanted to kick his pansy ass out of the screen. I mean, COME ON!! --- "I can't go out in the sunlight because it makes me look so pweedy and so byuuutiffullll. I spawkle, bitch. I spawkle. That's why we avoid the sunwight because it wud make all the byuutifulll glitter on our pale skin." "I love you Bella. You are my life. You are my drug. You are my heroin. You are my everything. Your scent makes me shudder and roll my eyes in my sockets because I just love you so much just because... I don't know... raging hormones? I've had them for like three whole centuries or something? Because, from the moment I met you, from the moment my eyes first rolled in their sockets and I shuddered and shook in Biology class, I have fallen in love with you. Just like that, in a snap. And I've been stalking you. Isn't that romantic?"--- So Twilight wasn't that effective. It's just sad how they water down vampires these days.

Once, however, ohgawd, Once. Alam ni Ang kung gaano ko to kamahal...haha, along with other movies like eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, fight club, amelie, ocean's eleven, twelve, thirteen, pan's labyrinth, superbad. you can say na nasa canon ko na to.

tangled up in blue

2008-11-30T11:45:00.000+08:00

Katy Perry is the quintessential hot sexually vague chick who has good vocal chops. LMAO Dinownload ko na ang buong album niya. Did you know that she was a former Christian artist? xD I just can't imagine the transition from "Oh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge" to "I kissed a girl and I liked it."

Katy Perry is cute, with gothic style dresses and humourous colors, she pulls it off. haha

The Killers, The Used, A Day to Remember (which I found out to be too hardcore rock for my taste).

to rid my blog of unneeded emo

2008-11-30T01:14:00.000+08:00

Instructions: Put your favorite music player on shuffle (Party Shuffle on iTunes) and fill in the names of the songs in the order they show up. Or you could pick your own songs, but that's not as much fun. ;)

When I'm drunk I say: I'm Walking Away (Craig David)

This song describes my grandparents: Fidelity (Regina Spektor)

Behind my back, my friends think I'm: About A Girl (The Academy Is...)

Next time I'm in front of a crowd, I'll say: My World (Sick Puppies)

My deepest secret is: Il Tango Della Signora Francesco Di Bartolomeo Di Zanobi del Giocondo (Forgive Durden)

My best friend is like: The Goodbye Song (Stephen Speaks)

My innermost desire is: Set Phasers to Stun (Taking Back Sunday)

My alter-ego is: Dance Inside (The All-American Rejects)

At my wedding they'll play: The Conversation (Motion City Soundtrack)

To cheer myself up I: God Put A Smile on Your Face (Coldplay)

Somewhere in my wedding vows, I will include: Behind The Sea (Panic! At The Disco)

My birth was like: Bicycle Race (Queen)

What I did did last night was: Jezibel the Infidel (Vie Perdu)

My parents are like the song: HereGoesNothing (Neversaynever!)

My last words will be: If You Want Me (Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova)

If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: Falling Out Of Love (Aqualung)

My favorite thing to do is: Ghost Song (Air)

Happiness is: I've Got the World on a String (Michael Buble)

My theme song: Left Behind (Aqualung)

Highschool was like: Dance Dance (Fall Out Boy)k

The story of my life is: Russian Literature (Maximo Park)

When I'm in the shower, I sing: In The Aeroplane Over The Sea (Neutral Milk Hotel)

The best thing about me is: Everything (A Cursive Memory)

Right now, I feel: I'm Still Breathing (Katy Perry)

At my funeral they'll play: Everybody's Changing (Keane)

My day will be like: No Limit (Bob Dylan)

My friends see me as: Stop the Fuckin' Car (Circa Survive)

Will I ever have kids?: Stay Beautiful (The Last Goodnight)

School is: War On Sound (Moonbabies)

For me, summer is: Memories That Fade Like Photographs (All Time Low)

Nothing is better than: No Sunlight (Death Cab for Cutie)

i cannot catch my tongue

2008-11-29T20:18:00.000+08:00

This is no time to be profound. This a time to lose your head in the text, the many lines that follow after this first line that nobody might find interesting. I do not know what I am writing about. But, everything doesn't have to be about something, does it? There are some things that just are, and some things that just aren't. Let me cue the headlights here and shine some light on the topic. There are some things that just aren't. I do not know where there is coming from and I hope I know. But then again, we usually have no idea where things do come from. Only after some introspection and some hard piece of shit they call liquor will you know where everything comes from. In vino veritas, in wine there is truth.

But my wine, it is not the alcohol of which the breath of the guy at the corner of the street with his black feet and his dry stringy hair smells of. It's the children's liquor, that hard drink that makes them run about perpetually in circles and ellipses all around you on a bright Monday evening. Maple syrup, peanut butter, soda, ice cream--have it in any form but it always gives the same result: your little Kevin/Sophia/Chris/or whatever you choose to call the child running amuk. I prefer chocolate milk, a liter of it. And now my head hurts with the sordid taste of this calcium-and-sugar-saturated drink. My parents would be happy to find that I am jugging a whole liter of this junk down my throat and making my long, translucent bones thicker and more stronger. If I can't have the luxury of having sufficient amounts of adipose tissue in my body, I'd rather spend my time wasting away, trying to reinforce my bones with the proper minerals and whatnot.

Sigh. I thought for about five minutes. Sometimes, all you need is silence to figure things out. That silence. That irremovable silence that hangs in the air like a Oriental lantern so bright, shedding light (oh this line has shown up twice tonight) on the things that do not seem right. The previous sentence convinced me to not write about it tonight (rhyming words subconsciously is a bad omen). The omens should not be disregarded. I can only smile at the thought of my thinking of this later, as everyone is burying their heads' in Stephenie Meyer's creative imagination recycling conglomerate (i.e., book and movie), I am once again revisiting my Anne Rice roots. There's not much talent involved in writing a sexual fantasy. You might need a traumatic childhood or adulthood, but certainly not a working imagination or a new way with words.
Goodbye. The long lines I have promised following the first sentence seem to be unlikely, as I am caught in my own twister of thoughts. This twister: you cannot just expect to see the things caught in the swirling vortex of entropy (oh Sheldon), in the aftermath, placed equidistantly from each other in coherent and orderly prose, with me, expounding on the profundity of these thoughts.

I was never good with goodbyes. Takes one to start the process, takes more than one to let it all go. I have said a lot of goodbyes, but all of it were for one person.

Ha. It's funny how all of a sudden, everything is about you. It's funny how my staring at this blank monitor conjured up your image in my radiation-burnt retinas. And this, suddenly, this all becomes about you. Goodbye.

oh yellow box

2008-11-28T21:07:00.000+08:00

Naaasar ako. I was chainsurfing through Wikipedia and I happened to come across the Twilight Soundtrack. Shit. I looked at the list and found Iron and Wine there. :( Isa pa naman sila sa mga favorite band ko. Paano na lang? For always na lang ba siyang maassociate sa Twilight?! :(((( FYI: Iron and Wine is only composed of one person. :p

asking out someone

2008-11-26T16:50:00.000+08:00

Leonard: Hello, Leslie.
Leslie: Hey, Leonard.
Leonard: Leslie, I would like to propose an experiment.
Leslie: What's that?
Leonard: I was thinking more of a biosocial exploration with a neurochemical overlay.
Leslie: Wait, are you asking me out?
Leonard: I was going to characterize it as a modification of our colleague/friendship paradigm with the addition of a date-like component, but we don't to quibble over terminology.
Leslie: What sort of an experiment would you propose?
Leonard: Eh, you know the generally accepted pattern in this area, I would pick you up, take you to a restaurant, we would see a movie, probably a romantic comedy featuring the talents of Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock.
Leslie: Interesting. But would you agree that the primary way we would evaluate either the success or failure of the date would be based on the biochemical reaction during the goodnight kiss?
Leonard: ... Heart rate, pheromones, etcetera, yes.
Leslie: Well, why don't we just stipulate that the date goes well and move to the key variable.
Leonard: You mean, kiss you now?
Leslie: Yeah.
Leonard: Can you define the parameters of the kiss?
Leslie: Close mouth but romantic. Mint?
Leonard: Thanks.
(...both eat mints...)
Leonard: Shall I count down to three?
Leslie: No, I think it needs to be spontaneous.
(...kisses...)
Leslie: What do you think?
Leonard: You proposed the experiment, I think you should present your findings first.
Leslie: Fair enough. On the plus side, it was a good kiss, reasonable technique. No extreme spittle. On the other hand, no arousal.
Leonard: Hm... Well, thank you for your time.
Leslie: Thank you.

i am the purple guy

2008-11-26T15:14:00.000+08:00

The Killers' new album drops in record stores today. :D I love The Killers. But I'd rather have my online downloads than buy something everyone else rips off the internet. :p Axl Rose has released his new album. I liked him in Guns N' Roses. But now, he's like a zombie trying to resurrect his zombie music with him. :( It's sad. Can't he just retire or something. He's ruining it for everyone else, imo.

I can honestly say I barely know myself. I rely on horoscopes and personality quizzes to tell me the least bit of who I am. From a Facebook app I got the following results:

Main Traits: intellectual, calm, impulsive

a thing to do when bored

2008-11-26T00:36:00.000+08:00

Someday, when I'm too bored, I will write down my favorite bands and alphabetize them in Notepad. Then I shall listen to their songs in that particular order.

caja roja

2008-11-25T23:01:00.000+08:00

Naubos ko na ang Caja Roja sa dorm na bigay ng pinsan ko.
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
chocolate, among other things, is love.
hahahahaha
waaa. gusto ko pa.

i had a title then forgot it

2008-11-25T21:18:00.000+08:00

I was halfway through doing my blog post for the day when I decided against it and deleted everything from this text box and just started to listen to songs on my playlist of 2036 songs. I needed a song for today. And then, I noticed something. That almost all of my songs had something to do with love. Love in finding someone, Love in doing some sexual things apparently to some shorty (pronounced shawty) with her hot thang, who all the while is shaking her laffy taffy at your beckoning, Love in waiting for someone [here I clicked on a Sigur Ros song. I do not know what it is saying so I looked it up LMAO he sounds like an otter. Staralfur is "Staring Elf" pala. T_____T incredible. I like Icelandic languages. :D Hindi siya love, actually. Depends on your interpretation. For me, Staralfur is a commemoration of the freedom of imagination. Probably it is about the experience-based reality of man: nothing is real unless I experience it. Sigur Ros does not condemn these "seeing-is-believing" guys but narrates what would happen if they did see something that they have not believed before. All the walls are gone. They were walled in. Pero baka shallow lang ang interpretation ko. Lulz], Love in finding each other accidentally, Love in losing someone which is the most common of all themes in the songs in my playlist. Yuck. Ang "in" ko pala sa love. Not that I'm -in- love, but that the thought of love is drawing me in. Siguro nga, as a universal theme, no one can escape the fateful hands of love. T_____T

Si Juno ulit. She made my day. Like, she completed an already awesome day and I could only sleep and wallow in my deep oneiric thoughts. Oh, totally forgot about my dreams. Baka hindi talaga ako nag-REM. Haha, ang sad.

Nagdodownload ako ng new episodes ng Heroes, TBBT, HIMYM at GG. Bumagal siya. From 50 kbps, which is the most you can get downloading off uTorrent in dorm internet, it went down to 6 kbps. IDKWTFHAPPENED. It's useless doing anything. This sucks, really. You can't measure half of the magnitude of the suckiness of this situation.

paramore should be written with all small letters. well, at least ganun pa yung name ng band nila nung una ko silang mahanap. yes they are indie.

Listening to Forgive Durden. Good band. Same producer as TAI, PATD, Paramore, Gym Class Heroes, Cute is What We Aim For. I should totally list down my cassette tapes back at home! Let's kick it old school!!!!
THE SPIRIT!! CAN'T WAIT TO WATCH IT.
WATCHMEN!! I'M GIDDY WITH DELIGHT AT THE THOUGHT OF IT.
THE VINTNER'S LUCK. isang french movie na supposedly inaabangan rin daw dapat. hindi ko alam. baka gusto to ni angel kasi andito pala si gaspard ulliel (who i didn't know was really famous already).

Gusto ko manood ng HALLAM FOE.

vitamins and minerals

2008-11-24T18:58:00.000+08:00

Tuesday na bukas. Tuesday is T.T

jetplanes make me happy

2008-11-24T12:48:00.000+08:00

Today may be the 6th most greatest day in my entire life. First off, I got to watch the Coen Brothers' latest film, finally. After two months, Burn After Reading has graced Philippine cinemas. It was worth the wait. It was. It was funny and it was smart and it was all the things you would love about the Coen brothers. Brad Pitt was just funny. And so was Frances Mcsomething. George Clooney played his part well. LMAO I did not exactly laugh out loud during the entire feature because there was a man behind me out-laughing me. You know, the kind of laugh that makes your laugh sound weak and ineffective. I am okay with people who are with me laughing, but there's just something awkward about people you do not know laughing.

Second, I just learned that I have mad skillz in Table Tennis that are worth one million dollars of endorsements. No, just kidding. And I also found out that Mozilla Firefox automatic spelling check accepts words such as skillz and deadz and hoez and beerz and rockz and gunz. There is no red line beneath the words. I am quite surprised. I am just glad that I have found something to do to pass the time away. Maybe I will do wall relays or something with my new pastime. Biolec was fun, I guess. And I got to see a jetplane!

I was walking down Orosa, just minding my own business and talking to myself about trivial matters, such as the relationship of the people who were walking in front of me, or the taste of the food that dogs eat. You know, just the usual. LMAO No, I was actually thinking of what to have dinner. Well, anyway, I saw this thin plume of smoke that zipped across the sky. It was something that looked like a jet. It could be a jet. It probably was. Maybe it was a fighter plane. I love fighter planes. I just wanna ride one and shoot the hell out of those Russian guys. I saw a jetplane today. Who knows how it could have different if I had seen two, maybe three, jetplanes in an echelon. But one thing's for sure, I saw a jetplane today, its rising smoke billowing from the tips of its wings overhead. I saw a jetplane today. And I am already fncking happy. :)

new news

2008-11-22T17:41:00.000+08:00

New song on page. We Are Scientists - Altered Beast. But it's not uploading. So I guess it will still be Chiodos' Intensity in Ten Cities pa rin, until Sunday.

On today's headlines, I found a wi-fi signal here at my cousin's place! :DD No, it's not the same wi-fi connection that I leeched on once upon a time. That connection's owner learned how to put security passwords for wi-fi waaay back when they saw me near their door with my laptop. As for this new wi-fi connection I had been using, I do not know where this is coming from. I thought it was some stray signal or whatnot and that it would disappear in a few minutes. But it's still on and it's been six hours. It's not stable though. It intermittently appears and disappears. God, I hope the owner's an insomniac.

On other news, my childhood love Ashlee Simpson, after doing it with Pete Wentz, now welcomes her first baby: Bronx Mowgli. Now, I can just imagine how the baby will barely survive childhood. Although Mowgli is a cool name for me because it reminds me of Mogwai, I guess other kids will just create awful puns out of that name. I can think of many right now. I don't want to enumerate so there. And out of all New York City boroughs, they chose Bronx. Why Bronx? Why not Brooklyn? Or Manhattan? Or Queens? Or Staten Island? Frankly, I still haven't looked up the sex of little Mowgli (oh the pun is so obvious), so I can't exactly present gender-appropriate names.

On other news, the latest Coen Brothers movie is finally OUT in Philippine theaters. Gawd. It's been... what, two months already? Two months. That's how long it took for the film to show here. I don't know how the movie industry works, but it sure was one hell of a long wait.

down

2008-11-18T14:51:00.000+08:00

I don't feel well. I think I'm coming down with something. I hope it's not a goddahh fever or a cold or a combination of the two. I hate those.

New song in homepage. Intensity in Ten Cities by Chiodos. :]

I'm sleeping earlier than usual. I don't feel like doing stuff all night. Bonsoir!

novelty

2008-11-10T06:37:00.000+08:00

Rob and Elliot by Clay and Hampton Yount
"Real Inventions"
Link: PAGE | HOME

faye whitaker says un-crap

2008-11-09T23:57:00.000+08:00

Fiscal responsibility is boring. I want instant gratification.

the movie is

2008-11-08T20:24:00.000+08:00

Tinapos ko na lang ang Battle Royale. Okay naman siya. Cool nga eh. Pero, masyadong maikli. Andaming parts na naleave out. Or nileave out. At andami rin nilang ni-rearrange. Iba ang ending ng book sa movie. Mas gusto ko ang book ending.

but tramps like us, baby we were born to run

2008-11-08T15:57:00.000+08:00

I watched Battle Royale today while eating dinner. It was okay I guess, but I thought I would be made to throw up. But yeah, it takes more than that and Saw III or IV to make me surrender my dinner to the bedroom floor in a gush of sour hydrochloric acid. So I will be waiting for Saw V and will be bringing pasta and rice in an attempt to induce emesis all over again. Napanood ko na QoS. Ossum~! Pero wouldn't want to spoil it for others. So mum's the word. :# One of the movies which make me wonder and cry about how my life isn't getting any awesomer, unlike James Bond's. LMFAO Pero, unlike other books-turned-movies, mas gusto kong panoorin ang mga James Bond films than reading Ian Fleming.

Battle Royale. Where do I start. First off, it was an okay movie. But since I read the book, I had expected more. I thought the movie would be something gritty and noir-ish. But then, all I saw was thin blood. I'd say that the movie was only a tangent to the circle that is Koushun Takami's Battle Royale.

Basic movie details that aren't the same as the book:

1. Shogo and Kazuo are already their classmates. They are not transferees.
2. Kazuo has this Kiriyama family. This is a gang of delinquents in the classroom composed of Sho, Mitsuru, Ryuhei and Hiroshi.
3. It is not their seventh grade teacher who takes control of the program. It is a government official named Sakamochi.
4. Only 3 guards are present in the room, not an entire squad.
5. They were seated on individual chairs when they got to the school.
6. Noriko was hit in the leg, thus slowing Shuya down.
7. Their teacher, Hayashida, was stuffed into a black garbage bag and left to one corner of the room.

I could go on, but I am not the least bit OC to narrate the exact details of story deviations. I'm lending this book to whoever wants to borrow. :D

"In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but theres no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I dont know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run"

-Born To Run, Bruce Springsteen

but tramps like us, baby we were born to run

2008-11-08T15:55:00.000+08:00

but tramps like us, baby we were born to run

2008-11-08T15:54:00.000+08:00

battle royale

2008-11-07T14:57:00.000+08:00

I don't know why I didn't read this early on, but Battle Royale is the best! :D Of course, it really isn't -the best- book ever. But for me, now, it's the best. I was juggling two books but ended up preferring one over the other. Battle Royale and Choke. I started reading Battle Royale last November 4 (I like to believe Michael Crichton died due to my finishing Next on 3 November 2008, but I just cannot bear the guilt) and held onto Battle Royale for a whole night. I read Choke only sparsely the next day, when I had nothing to do and nothing on TV was interesting enough to watch. Last night, I held tight onto Battle Royale and even turned off my laptop, which was impossible if it were not for the book.

I think I'll never see murdering games the same way I did again. I definitely love gore and killing and real blood, but I never thought the bloody images would be this rich and vivid if you read them off a book. I have never read a novel with this kind of action, that is to say that this is not necessarily unique, it's just that I haven't read a novel like this and I will now look for novels of the same kind.

I am looking for The Lord of the Flies. It says so right at the back of the book that this novel is much like The Lord of the Flies, which is a classic. I like reading classics. They're just so... classic that no one would ever dare to write another novel like it lest they want to be criticized for poor creativity and unoriginality. So when I read classics, they come off as completely original and cool. And it's also good knowing the real origin of some common and abused storylines. I also like the fact that they are culturally significant. I want to read and am currently stocking up Doctor Faustus, Faust (I think this is where the whole "selling-your-soul-to-the-devil" plots began), Paradise Lost, Divine Comedy (the circles of Hell and the title of the comic strip), How To Kill A Mockingbird.

Ah, may movie din pala ang Battle Royale, pero 2000 pa siya at Japanese din. Hm, looks like matagal na pala talaga napublish ang libro. Haha. Pero 2003 pa ang English translation.

high school musical three sucks

2008-11-07T11:42:00.000+08:00

Tapos na akong magpa-enroll. :D weeee~! time for a few movies and books, then aral na naman.

High School Musical Three. Pangit. Pangit. Pangit. Pangit. Sorry, HSM fans pero pangit siya. Hindi worth watching sa cinema. Dapat sa pirated DVD (disclaimer: I am not advocating the acquisition of pirated DVDs over copyrighted purchases or cinema-viewing. I am only emphasizing the fact that HSM3 is not worth P100+.) ko na lang pinanood. Sayang, pinanood ko na lang sana ang Quantum of Solace para House Bunny na lang ngayong Sunday. Pero, whatever. HSM3 was okay during the beginning. I got chills just watching the first thirty minutes of the show. I was all giddy with delight. Then, watching the show for the next hour became a tedious activity. I was like, "when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...when-will-this-show-end...." You get the point. Anyways, masarap naman yung butter popcorn eh... so, meh. Ang ganda ng songs sa start. May ilang awkward scenes at songs na hindi na dapat nilagay kasi they're corny, or unnecessary to the plot (hence, adding to the long runtime), or plain pangit. Pero mas gumanda ang dance numbers, I guess.

Tapos, yung new movie ng Coen brothers, magshoshowing na on the big screen sa Philippines soon! Finally... :D Burn After Reading, I wanna watch it. Aaat, malapit na rin ang Watchmen at The Spirit! Yay!

sembraekk in ye ole hometown

2008-11-06T00:10:00.000+08:00

of Digos. I listed down stuff to do but they ended up not being accomplished. First off, I tried to fix my body clock, i.e. sleeping on time, but ended up finishing almost all of the books I bought for the sembreak, just tossing and turning and flipping to different reading positions. The good thing is that I learned how to "crash-sleep". It's a sure-fire way to get yourself to sleep.

First, get a book. Make it a damn good book. Second, lie on the bed in a supine position. Third, slowly crawl on your backside to the edge of your bed. Hang your head from the edge of the bed. Hold the book up to your face and read. Just read until you get woozy. When you get all woozy, continue reading. When you feel like you can't take it anymore, it's the time for you to move back to the pillows near the headboard and lay your head gently on the pillow. You should sleep by now.

Apparently, this crash-sleep thing is dangerous. It was yesterday that I almost choked on my saliva after laughing terribly hard from some Palahniuk.

I didn't learn how to cook real food. I haven't watched Pushing Daisies.

I need to do this now. Like, fix my sleeping pattern. From what I've seen, we have four classes which unfortunately terribly awfully apocalyptically start at 7AM.

Weeee~ this is going to be a helluva lot of fun. T.T

second playlist of my life

2008-11-03T20:56:00.000+08:00

can't get enough. (!!) - favorites

Life Playlist Survey

Highschool was like: never is a promise
My love of life was inspired by the song: John McLaughlin - Human (!!)
If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: THUNdARRRrrRRR!!!!!!1!!
The story of my life is: ...call it weird or call it salsa.
My innermost desire is: ...i didn't say i was powerful, i said i was a wizard. (!!) (by Chiodos)
My make-out song is: Postal Service - The Dream of Evan and Chan
My day will be like: MOONDANCE.
Right now, I feel: oh my god. (!!) (by Mark Ronson & Lily Allen)
At my funeral they'll play: Yael Naim - New Soul xDD
What makes me happy is: i wanna have your babies. xDD
My parents are like the song: Boys Like Girls - Broken Man
What I did did last night was: so far away. (!!)
To cheer myself up I: say, "Hey Brittany!"
My last words will be: "You're beautiful."
Behind my back, my friends think I'm: the showdown at p-town.
My best friend is like: roll on. xDD (!!) (by Dntel)
My message to the world has always been: The Great Escape (!!) (We Are Scientists)
My favorite thing to do is: alone again.
My ultimate song for dancing is: The Black Parade. LMAO
Happiness is: the real thing.
My friends see me as: stick, stones and techno. (!!)
When I'm drunk I say: "Sleep."
At my wedding they'll play: SAY ANYTHING - ALIVE WITH THE GLORY OF LOVE (!!) (!!) (!!)
I'll have a good day if I can just hear: Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. - I Spy.
My birth was like: nudity. haha, of course.
If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell: THE BEGINNING IS THE END IS THE BEGINNING!
My alter-ego is: skinny, mean man. xDDDD

first playlist of my life

2008-11-03T20:34:00.000+08:00

bored. extremely. wala lang. haha, nakakatawa ang mga lumalabas. :D

Life Playlist Survey

Highschool was like: let's lightning!
My love of life was inspired by the song: Kailangan Ko'y Ikaw
If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: I'M YOURS!!!
The story of my life is: when you're gone
My innermost desire is: .October nights.
My make-out song is: Eminem - When I'm Gone
My day will be like: Makes Me Wonder
Right now, I feel: goodnight goodnight.
At my funeral they'll play: Quietdrive - Time After Time
What makes me happy is: surgically removing the track device.
My parents are like the song: Boldstar - Kumot at Unan
What I did did last night was: Antonia. lmaooo (by Motion City Soundtrack)
To cheer myself up I: lindsay quit lollygagging.
My last words will be: "Paalam na."
Behind my back, my friends think I'm: no good. (You Know I'm No Good)
My best friend is like: heels over head (over me??? haha, j/k)
My message to the world has always been: The Music or the misery?
My favorite thing to do is: set phasers to stun! :D
My ultimate song for dancing is: Jojo - How to Touch a Girl xD
Happiness is: low. :DDDDDDDD
My friends see me as: total revenge!!
When I'm drunk I say: "Last night..."
At my wedding they'll play: Chicago - If You Leave Me Now
I'll have a good day if I can just hear: Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Till You Get Enough
My birth was like: crazy little thing called love.
If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell: NO SUNLIGHT!!!
My alter-ego is: Jasey Rae.
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you could not keep your pretty hands off me

2008-11-03T13:54:00.000+08:00

They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.
-To Kill A Mockingbird

Oh Sunday rest
I'm a mess
put me in your arms.
I called your home
heard the tone
just wanna be a part of.
It could be wrong
but i tried
to tell you last night.
I found it hard
to explain
I sleep and I can't talk.

Don't say a word
my head ain't feeling right
stay where you belong inside

Hey! It will be alright
I just found myself in ways I couldn't help
it will be alright
just find a state where everything's passing by
I just found myself in ways I couldn't help

Sunday rest
still a mess
put me in your arms
See when she's down
girlie charm
Just wanna have a part of
I found it hard
but i tried
to tell you last night
The planet's grown
turned to stone
see you on the safe side?
-Moonbabies, War on Sound

you could not keep your pretty hands off me
you could not keep your pretty hands off me
you could not keep your pretty hands off me
you could not keep your pretty hands off me
-The Trucks, Shattered

our whole universe was in a hot dense state

2008-10-30T23:26:00.000+08:00

I just finished watching The Big Bang Theory Season Two. All I can say is, Sheldon, smile! :D I do not know why I like the humor of Sheldon (socially inept, neurotic theoretical physicist), Rahj (has the "unability" to -speak- to women. LMAO), Howard (overly sexual geek), and Leonard (relatively normal geek with a tendency to discuss irrelevant trivia). I have been looking forward to this show since the first time I saw its teaser on E! but anyways, I have always missed out on their episodes on Jack TV. Makes me worry about my tendency to drift to CBS comedy shows that are targeted towards middle-age audience like How I Met Your Mother. LMAO I like how they speak in jargon at times. They're like this huge bunch of geeks. xD And they live across the hall from a hot waitress whom Leonard likes, Howard hits on, Rahj cannot speak to and Sheldon doesn't care about.

Looking forward to next episode. :D

The Big Bang Theory Theme Song

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait...
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall (we built the pyramids),
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang!

who is gwydion

2008-10-29T02:03:00.000+08:00

I spent the night waiting for the sunrise. I do not know why I cannot sleep normally, that is, maintain a nocturnal sleeping pattern. However, I have done some productive things during the night. First, I have finished Neil Gaiman's American Gods. It was a fucking good read! There were a few plot points that I missed though. Second and there will not be any third to perfect a trifecta trio, I downloaded Fall episodes of the new seasons of The Big Bang Theory, Gossip Girl and Heroes. I started a while ago, at 4AM. I might need to wait.

I was disappointed when I found out that they have not aired the new How I Met Your Mother episode. I really was really looking really forward really to the new episode!! :[ Oh well. I found out that they published a book for the Bro Code! LMAO! You might want to get this one, Abi. I guess it would be a fun read too.

let's rob the world of its angular momentum

2008-10-28T20:26:00.000+08:00

ito ang kwento ng sukatan, pasikatan at shaded circles

2008-10-27T22:49:00.000+08:00

Watdafart?! I didn't know there was an UPCAT The Movie! Indie film. Woooooo~! Haha, sana maganda yung movie. From what I've seen, it's going to be a great movie. :D 0:52, kamukha *slightly* ni Blair. haha

for the love of bukowski.

2008-10-27T19:10:00.000+08:00

Bukowski, Charles. "You know and I know and thee know." The Last Night of the Earth Poems. England: HarperCollins Ecco (1992).

You know and I know and thee know

that as the yellow shade rips
as the cat leaps wild-eyed
as the old bartender leans on the wood
as the hummingbird sleeps

you know and I know and thee know

as the tanks pratice on false battlefields
as your tires work the freeway
as the midget drunk on cheap bourbon cries alone at night
as the bulls are carefully bred for the matadors
as the grass watches you and the trees watch you
as the sea holds creatures vast and true

you know and I know and thee knoow

the sadness and the glory of two slippers under a bed
the ballet of your heart dancing with your blood
young girls of love who will someday hate their mirrors
overtime in hell
lunch with a sick salad

you know and I know and thee know

the end as we know it now
it seems such a lousy trick after the lousy agony but

You know and I know and thee know

the joy that sometimes comes along out of nowhere
rising like a falcon moon across the impossibility

you know and I know and thee know

the cross-eyed craziness of total elation
we know that we finally have not been cheated

you know and I know and thee know

as we look at our hands our feet our lives our way
the sleeping hummingbird
the murdered dead of armies
the sun that eats you as you face it

you know and I know and thee know

we will defeat death

in a word

2008-10-26T20:33:00.000+08:00

From Readers Digest September 1973. :D Nakita ko lang siya while rummaging through old stuff. Not my stuff, pero old magazines lang. Haha From assistant pressroom foreman Gil Johnson to his daughter:

I'm using this time while I have nothing to do to let you know that I have nothing to say.

People tend to look down at the word nothing and belittle its importance; however, it can mean life or death, success or failure, joy or sadness.

Mountain climbers have died when they stepped on it. Parachutists are upset when they pull the ripcord and it comes out. Farmers have lost their farms when they grew it. Ball players and coaches have lost their jobs when they scored it. Women have been whistled at when they wore it as a girdle or bra, and many women make a good living when they dance in it. It's also reason for joy when it represents the sum total of your debts.

It's what you earn when you do it. I have saved it over the years and now I have it in my bank account.

It's what you generally learn from a politician making a speech. It's often discussed at meetings, and arguments and fights start over the subject. I often find it in my mailbox and only last night received it from the milk machine.

I could go on but it will mean nothing. I just want you to be aware as you go through life that when you get some time to relax you should think about this subject. Please do not think that I have been trying to give you a sermon because I have nothing in mind. Don't try to thank me. It's nothing.

end it with a break-up

2008-10-24T21:29:00.000+08:00

I just finished Season One of Gossip Girl. LMAO. It's a great show. However, I would have loved if if it were one of those film noirs. If it were, Georgina Sparks would have long been dead. Seriously, I would have shot her head off. The feel of the series is great.

Looking forward to watching HSM3.

this is an anagram of shit

2008-10-20T12:07:00.000+08:00

While the date for Comm Final Term Paper Submitting is approaching, I cannot help thinking about how I shall spend my first semester break back in Digos. There are a lot of things I want to do back home. I shall list them down.

1. Learn to cook.
I was thinking more of the sauces-pasta-soup kind of cooking, and not the fried-microwaved-toasted kind of cooking.

2. Fix my sleep pattern.
I have been sleeping late. Well, technically it would be very early. I would stay up all night and go to sleep at around 7am or 8am. Then, I would wake up in the afternoon. Today, I slept at 6 because I want to wake up early -in the afternoon-. Yesterday, I slept at 9am because I just felt like it. The day before yesterday, I had a massive headache when I slept at 8am and woke up at 4pm. Great. I am looking forward to sleeping at the appropriate time. 11pm or 10pm. Then training myself to wake up at the proper non-missing-first-period-quiz time. Like 5am or 6am. I have missed 2 Histo quizzes this semester. For both instances, I studied and I believe that I should have been prepared to take on any question she might ask. But, I missed both. So meh. The one was the Tan-Jocano stuff. I buried my face in handouts until 2am. I forgot the other one.

3. Read a few good books.
Okay. Maybe they are not -that- few. I just happen to like he wide selection of books in Manila. Back in Davao, the only decent bookstore was National Bookstore. I am not saying that NBS is bad [in fact, I created a parody of the name for my fictional book store of the future: Not BS (supposedly a double entendre)]. However, the one we have in Davao is too limited. And the books which can be found there are price-y-er than the same books you can get here. I already have a reading list. American Gods -> Next -> His Dark Materials: Golden Compass, Subtle Knife, Amber Spyglass -> Choke -> When You Are Engulfed in Flames. I might not finish them before the semester break ends. Hence, I am hoping that the first few weeks of the second semester will not be as toxic as 2014 says it would be. Just a few weeks.

4. Watch series.
I am not a faddist but I shall catch up with the latest shows. I shall watch Heroes Season 3, How I Met Your Mother Season 4, House, Pushing Daisies, NGE!!!!!!, and the mindnumbingly fast-paced high-fashion action mecha Gossip Girl. Haha. I have to know what is so great about the series.

5. Eat real food.
Not the ones they sell at Wendy's, McDonald's, Burger King, Pizza Hut, Shakey's, Tokyo Tokyo, Jollibee and other fastfood chains.

Now, I have to get back to my term paper. I still have relatively a lot to do.

this is an attempt to motivate

2008-10-18T12:49:00.000+08:00

Comm. Where do I start.

Kahapon, pumunta ako ng rob right after Comming. Kasi naman, I didn't feel like going to Makati pa. Too tired. Like really. My options were to ride the public transport, or hail a cab. Pero I remembered that I left my laptop at the dorm to download Gossip Girl and How I Met Your Mother among other things. So, I went home. I decided to swing by Time Zone to "detox". Actually, I don't enjoy arcades that much without anyone with. So, I just played Deal or No Deal, that stupid game you sure are not going to win without the help of a slow motion camera or heightened senses or wtfever. I won 70 tickets, then some more. Then, I went to Powerbooks. To motivate myself for Comming, I told meself that I can read the book I would buy after I finish Comm. Sooooooooooo, there. The choice was between "The Assassination of Jesse James" and "Next". Hmmm. Chose "Next". Wednesday na siguro ako bibili ng marami, when hopefully darating yung stipends ko at aalis na ako for Davao by afternoon. :D I have to rebook the flight if I want to buy books. Definitely I can't spend the semestral break island-hopping na. Comm. Darn you.

this is an attempt to emofy

2008-10-17T23:51:00.000+08:00

Comm. Sira daw ang outline ko. Unfocused ang thesis. Disproportionate ang body. Yikes. A lot of fnck to do. Great. Just fricking great. I always surrender myself to whatever inopportune time fate brings me to. It is never a choice to make, it is never our choice to make. While we are not there yet, we have to hold on as tightly as we can. And when the time comes, you would not realize that you had let go because you know that your grip was tight enough. You just now. It was time that jerked, seized, dragged her free from your hands. I was never good at letting go, only good at moving on.* Moving on is the easiest part. Throw the stuff in the fire and never look back. Turn every memory into one of those REM sequences that you easily forget ten seconds after you wake up and make some new memories. Drag her back into your life as a semblance of the past--a semblance that still lives, a semblance that cannot haunt you as a significant part of your past. But how can I let go? I have never let go. I move on. I do not let go.

emo, as in emollient. lmao
*research material that i have to let go. comm. T.T

you have broken me

2008-10-01T16:13:00.000+08:00

haha, emo title. Found an emo podcast online. It's not actually a serious emo podcast. It's comedy. xD Hope is Emo. It started at around 2006 and ended just a few short weeks after. Sucks, because I would have watched the podcast until the end. Maybe emo life isn't that interesting after all, and they ran out of topics to discuss. LMAO

Speaking of sucking, I have been sucking on jawbreakers for years now. Jawbreakers are great. They give you something to do when the things that your hands are doing are mindnumbingly dull. For years, I have resorted to jawbreakers to pass time. Now that I am busy with Comm, I bought a jawbreaker.

. . .

So, you're asking now, 'what's so special about a jawbreaker that you have to write about it in your blog?' Well, my hombres, for years, I have been sucking on half-inch jawbreakers, the tiny ones that take long to dissolve and majestically melt open every 15 minutes to reveal another tasty layer. Tonight, I bought this jawbreaker which is seven---wait for it---eights of an inch in radius! =DDDD You might still be asking what makes this so special that I decided to postpone my Comm thingy until later just to write this whole thing down. Well. . .

While I was leaving Robinson's, I decided that I should start melting away the jawbreaker with my amylase-saturated saliva. I tore the seal open and reached inside the plastic container. I held it between my thumb and index finger and raised it to my mouth. To my HORROR, IT DIDN'T FIT!! I underestimated the jawbreaker! I overestimated by jawbreaking skillzorZZzzZ!!1!!!!1!!

LMAO, I was ">>;" and "xD" all the way to the dorm.

I guess I have to do this the old-fashioned and conservative way: lick my way to the core. >>;

two of my favorite blogs

2008-09-28T19:32:00.000+08:00

I haven't started with Histo just yet. I'm having trouble starting. I can't bring myself to open the Histo presentations and start scanning through the 117 slides of sparse text.

Anyways [which I know should be "anyway" but what the hell, it sounds better this way], I was reading Barney's blog a while ago and it totally made me LOL. This HIMYM fixation isn't doing me any good. LMAO, but I'm enjoying reading his blog. Link: http://www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother/community/barney_blog/index.php

Overcoming Illness

by Barney Stintson(9/22/08)

As you all know, I recently overcame a traumatic and life threatening experience. While I appreciate the “get well” cards, muffin baskets and boob-o-grams you’ve been so kind to send, many of you are under the impression that the 83 major and minor bone fractures (heh) were the most serious injuries I suffered. False. All the time I was fighting a far more insidious and debilitating condition. Feelings.

During my courageous battle against Feelings I discovered, in shock, that the medical establishment has done very little research on this crippling affliction. In fact some physicians even went so far as to claim Feelings aren’t even a life-threatening disease! Luckily for you my PhD in Awesomeness has qualified me to assemble this informative medical pamphlet for any of you who fear you may have contracted Feelings.

Keep fighting, America.

_____________________________________________________________
ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM FEELINGS?

What Are Feelings?
Feelings are a tender emotional state that develop when a male becomes fixated on a single female to the exclusion of others. Even others with bigger boobs.

Early Warning Signs
When you’re around one particular chick, you experience:

•Pounding Heart
•Dry Mouth
•Nausea
•Inability to speak
•Sweating
•Desire to say flattering things

If undiagnosed, these warning signs can quickly develop into the full blown disease…

Symptoms
•Warm fluttery feelings in stomach
•Lightheadedness
•An unexplained urge to watch Love Actually
•Sudden increase in cuddling occurrences
•Brunch cravings
•Explosive monogamy
•Happiness
•Failure to notice other hot women
•Crosswording

Transmission
Though correlation remains scientifically inconclusive, studies indicate “hand holding” may play a role in spreading Feelings from one person to another.

Treatment
At this time the only treatment for Feelings is a multi-week course in Other Women. If symptoms persist, repeat course at a higher dosage. NOTE: This treatment can result in harmful side-effects such as rash, infection, and in some cases, pregnancy.

paid for by the Barney Stinson Foundation
"Together we can end Feelings"

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xDDDD LMAO

This one is from Rudy/Polites from RPGC. His thread is entitled "The Nietzscheian Parables".
Nietzscheian, yeah, sounds about right. Link: http://forums.rpgchat.com/showthread.php?t=66549

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The Irony of the Flowers

Well my name is Rudy, first of all.

Rudy: Hey, I have a question…
Rudy: So why do women like it when men give them flowers? What do they like so much about flowers?

Proctor: Oh, it’s because we think they’re pretty…

Rudy: Oh. But don’t they die like in two weeks?
Rudy: Isn’t that an awkward message? It’s like “oh, here are some flowers. I hope you slowly shrivel up and die in two weeks of time, just like these flowers here.”

Rudy: Flowers are more like something you’d give your enemies.
Rudy: I mean, if you send your enemy some flowers, then they know it’s for real. They know that you’re serious, because you just sent this threat to them.

Rudy: Anyway I understand the beauty part. But I think it’s more appropriate for a guy to give his girlfriend not flowers. But instead, beautiful, long lasting chunks of rocks. Now that says “I really like you, and to me, you’re like this beautiful, long living rock right here,”
Proctor: Yeah, that’s why they have diamonds
Rudy: Oh yeah, forgot about that

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This was a rather farfetched speculation of mine on the roommates I'll have, written a few months before I moved to the college campus I'm in right now. It was last year, and I was only a foolish 16 year old. (As opposed to now, me being a foolish 17 year old, supposedly my maturity skyrocketed.) And I was rather prejudiced...

"It is quite possible that I will get the two worst roommates in the world:

Drama Q. Manlove - he's the gay one, with the two gayest names and the gayest letter of the alphabet in his title. His bedsheets and pillows are ultra pink, with Hello Kitty motiffs and designs. His preferred method of transportation is walking on his favorite pair of shoes, a pair of ultra pink flipflops with flowers. He has a closet of shoes, with an armada of fruity looking high hells that looked like what Depp wore in the Chocolate Factory movie, and Michael Jackson wears in real life. He wears disturbingly short pants that restrain his movement, that upon viewing turns the surprised male spectator to stone, a la Medusa. Then he also has PMS, hot flashes, moodswings, and, um, bouts of feminism all at the same time, on the weekends. He also has curves.

Sean Bloodfang - the Goth. He and Drama shares makeup, though Drama sometimes complains that Sean takes all of the darker colors. An absolute nut, Sean believes he's a vampire on the working days yet he's a werewolf on the holidays. He plays his retarded screammo music all day, and while studying, the rest of us would hear heavy metal and disturbing lyrics coming from his iPod. He wears fake plastic fangs and throughout the course of the year, has attempted to bite each of us at least once. Though I nervewrecklingly realize later on that those fangs were real. He sleeps in the closet, hanging upside down.

WHILE LIVING WITH THEM

The first week a smell gets me puzzled, and the second week I realize with horror that it's manflesh, (the same stuff I discovered I was cooking while I was a grill operator at a burger joint) after I discover a chunk of the goth's ex girlfriend lying around. The Goth's recent ex, who dumped him for a younger and even more depressing Goth, had mysteriously disappeared not too long ago, and now, all that's left of her is a small piece I stumbled across. I recognized that it was her, because that remaining chunk of her was nonetheless pierced with six different objects. I then confront Sean about the womanflesh, first verbally, then physically, but eventually- unsuccessfully, because the Goth is an actual vampire. No, he's not a little fruit who has issues, but he's actually a Vampire. We struggle for life and death, fighting, rolling around on the floor, trying outmuscle the other. In folklore, Vampires have superhuman strength along with other powers. So five minutes later, I get defeated, with his fangs inches away from that one artery on my neck. And then, the gay roommate comes in just in time, and accidentally steps on his face (since we were on the floor). The thick soles of the gay guy's pink flipflop gets punctured by a fang or two; the fangs goes through the foam rubber and scratches his well moisturized foot, and Drama Q. Manlove then proceeds to scream like a little girl.

... after such an event, we go into the third week, and I simply get used to the smell of cooked humanity, spraying some Fabreeze every once in a while. All three of us are embarassed by the incident and we all felt that lessons were learned. Drama Q. Manlove got rid of all of his flipflops, all 57 pairs, all in different shades of pink, and starts wearing boots. For he had mistrusted flipflops now, and feels a better shoe is to protect to dainty feet with toenails painted hot pink. Thick, protective boots. To no one's surprise, the boots have high heels. As for the Goth... He enjoys blood, but was so afraid that the blood from the Gay Guy's scratched foot had disease, which had went into his mouth, that he swore off all blood and started eating like a normal person.

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2008-09-28T08:38:00.000+08:00

I can't think of anything today. The Fun Run was not fun at all. I mean, at some point it was. However, the fact that I woke up my cousin for a free ride to UPD because it was already 6AM was embarrassing. She was working late on her presentations last night. I know because I saw her laptop on the dining room table and all these files scattered across. I accidentally locked the door before going to sleep, so the helper could not wake me up. Also, the sound of Say Anything playing from the stereo was not helping at all. (Yes, I can sleep with Say Anything drumming in the background). Esta, my alarm clock, has lost her potency as an alarm clock. Despite the love we had together, I think I'm replacing her with a more exotic one. The shrill sound of her bells is not effective anymore. The alarm clock I made using the Task Scheduler did not work either because of Say Anything's music. The PC was going to play a Metallica song I downloaded for emergencies. I hate this day.

I have to get started on my term paper. I know it takes deft logic and determination to write a fairly presentable term paper. But knowing does not necessarily mean having. T.T

I will be studying Histo. Then, I will start working on Bio. Afterwards, I will be working on my Comm papers. Either I would sleep early today and waste a few valuable hours of work, or I would work until morning and wait for Histo so that I would not miss another quiz. Looks like I'm doing the latter.

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2008-09-14T23:23:00.000+08:00

Tina Fey is back in the new SNL season, as Gov. Palin. :DDDDDDD Awww, god. I miss Tina Fey so much. I will watch SNL. I will watch SNL this weekend. Phelps hosted the first episode, joking, "This is, like, the ninth best moment of my life." LMAO I can't imagine him making a joke. Maybe it's because I never saw him out of the water. I always imagined his face immersed in water with those ridiculous goggles on his eyes and flaring nostrils and gaping mouth to inhale as much oxygen as he can.

115 actions of progress

2008-09-14T21:11:00.000+08:00

Despite what I said to a lot of people on Yahoo Messenger that I haven't really made any progress for the last 2 days, I have actually maintained the steady slow pace of my life during the weekend. In fact, it could have probably been a bit faster than what I am used to. This epiphany was a gift from Bab's very helpful status message. I, upon reading the thing, believed the hilarious and extremely distorted view of James' pragmatist theory of truth and put my faith in it.

I have regained my love of illegally downloading movies off of the internet. I am exploiting the God-given opportunity of not being born in the competitive capitalist United States of America but instead, in a recovering Third-World country, where certain foreign copyrights do not exist and the justice system does not have the technology and the manpower to trace and monitor illegal Internet downloads and juvenile delinquency programs protect minors like me who decide to use these disadvantages to their full potential. In a way, this can be classified as a rant. However, I prefer considering this as something entirely different. Maybe just a blog post. Not a rant. No, definitely not it. There are certain standards for something to be a rant. It's unwritten but recognized by the whole, kind of like certain dating rules which I won't be pondering in this blog post.

I think this is just the result of the realization that the coffee shops near here are closed right now.

Now, where was I? Oh. Now, I would be giving the crudest definition of progress. I would be defining my extremely distorted pragmatist concept of progress, in order to make my future self recall in what serious shit I was during the lonely times of term paper deadlines and biology frustrations. Progress is action.

I have watched 4 movies over the weekend. Superbad, Baby Mama, Hellboy II and Fight Club. I have seen Fight Club but felt like watching it after discussing with Ang some books by Palahniuk. Superbad was funny, in a certain "un-appreciable by Steph" kind of humor. Baby Mama was great. One of the few plots that I couldn't exactly predict until the scene where _____ ____ ___ Tina Fey _____ ____________ is sooo hot and ______ _____ _____ ______________________________ Amy Poehler ____ funny __ ______ ___ ______. Of course, the blanks don't really mean anything. I just wanted to convey subliminally [ROFLMFAO] the fact that Tina Fey rocks and Amy Poehler is funny. Hellboy II was disappointing, considering the fact that it was a Guillermo del Toro film. In a way, it was cool. I don't know about you. For me, as a fan of action movies with secret agencies in it, this one failed to be as impressive as the first one. Don't take my word for it. I'm no cinephile or movie critic. But I am progressing. Remember, I have had 3 movies added to my arsenal of movies watched for the past 2 days. Just imagine if I continue this steady pace of progress.

ooooooo

In reality, I'm a bit sad that the things I wrote in my planner haven't been accomplished. I have been re-using it after a hiatus of non-planning for the past 2 weeks. I expected a frantic attempt to accomplish everything I wrote in it, seeing as I have been taking my inherent spontaneity to its maximum potential for the half-month I've been going without plans. However, I only failed myself. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I stayed at the dorm for the weekends. Maybe it has something to do with the Internet and the number of things you can do on it like games, downloading movies, watching them. Maybe it's something about me and not the alibis I make in order to excuse myself from taking responsibility of my inaction.

I went to Powerbooks. I saw a lot of books I want to read. Right now. I told myself, "Don't fool yourself. You won't ever have time to read those books." But then, why did I have the time to watch movies and even write this blog post.

Tsk tsk. Definitely disappointing behavior.

114 not a blog entry

2008-09-12T21:37:00.000+08:00

I just finished watching Superbad tonight.
The best movie ever. No. It's not actually the best movie ever.
There are a lot of other movies out there which maybe better.
Yeah, there are.
But, for the record, Superbad was great.
And I want to tell you how it's a great movie, but I'm afraid I might spoil it for you.
There's a huge chance you might want to watch it.
However, it's kind of green. But the little things you pick up along the way make up for the pollution in the mind. xDD
Apatow really captured the psyche of most men. LMAO
Superbad.
I always knew that the kid in Arrested Development was going to be cool. > Michael Cera <
Okay, this is why the movie was great for me, stop scrolling now lest you don't plan on watching the movie:

What was great was that they reached an agreement and still remained friends in the end, no matter the differences arising from the arguments they had about girls, college and booze. They also got the girls they liked in the end. :)

113 emergencies

2008-09-07T20:56:00.000+08:00

To sleep or not to sleep. It's waaaaaaaaaay past my "safe" bedtime. If I sleep now, there's this HUUUUUUGE off chance [LMAO, huge off chance] that I won't wake up in time for the Histo quiz tomorrow. I remember that time when I studied Jocano's and Tan's stuff soooo hard that I stayed up until 2AM, confident that I should do great in the Histo quiz. LMAO. I woke up 15 minutes past 7, so meh. However, Jordan also told me that we need sleep after cramming because that would be the time when the brain sorts out the new information.

So, I won't be sleeping. If I should look like hell tomorrow during the exam, so let it be. I won't let myself miss the chance to take the exam by the simple mistake of hitting the snooze button. I hate it when I do that. I'm going to school at around 6 AM tomorrow and will sleep until 7 AM in the classroom. =DDDD I shall wait for someone to wake me up. xDDD

112 112 112 112

2008-09-07T20:10:00.000+08:00

In the midst of cramming, I decided to steal 8 minutes off studying to write down what I call "The Narcoleptic and Caffeine Addict's Thoughts 8 Minutes Before Midnight".

A History 5 Long Quiz is scheduled tomorrow. I was studying for it since Friday night but I always found myself somewhere between lunch and evening, lying on the bed and not knowing what happened for the past 12 hours. Turns out, I dozed off while I was studying. It isn't the most refreshing feeling knowing that you haven't done anything and it will only be a few more days before the exam. Of course, I was pissed with myself.

I may not exactly be a narcoleptic but I enjoy indulging in self-diagnosis, especially the weird diseases that I know of. Once, I thought I had Diabetes Type I and I was already in the advanced state of ketoacidosis, thus explaining my extreme lack of adipose tissue. I was paranoid for a few weeks about my sugar consumption, until I told my parents. They told me that it didn't run in the family and that I was too young to have diabetes. I told them that Diabetes Type I was once called juvenile diabetes because the medical community thought that it only occured in children. They didn't convince me. I'm more of an empiricist than a rationalist. They had me tested for my blood sugar levels. Turns out, I was fine. There was also this time when I was having consecutive episodes of acid reflux. So, I though I must have some kind of hernia. LMAO. My parents brought me to the doctor. And no, I didn't have hernia. Or GERD. Or any of the diseases I thought I had. I'm not narcoleptic either. I just like the sound of it. :D

I already had 3 cups of coffee in order to stay awake. The last cup I had was a cafe americano at 10PM. My hands are already shaking. I woke up at around 10 AM today and found myself eating lunch by 11AM. After that, I planned on studying. But the moment my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep. Just like that, I wasted another 3 hours. I also want to add that consumption of coffee while studying will greatly decrease attention span. They say it's bad for you. I say, let the results speak for themselves. LMAO, results. xD What if I'd get less than 60 tomorrow? That would really suck.

Sometimes, I regret having incorporated coffee into my daily diet. Now, 3 cups didn't have that kind of effect on sobriety as it once had on me. I'm getting sleepy.

Now, I'm cramming. Cramming. Just the usual. X.X

111, you are not 911

2008-08-27T19:10:00.000+08:00

I haven't even halved the number of pages I still have to read for Philo. I don't know why I bother to read them even though I can just read stuff online. I don't know. For the past few hours that I have been straining my eyes to read beyond the photocopy lines, and clutching my hair in attempts to stimulate my brain cortices by pain, reading about philosophy of language has been admittedly enjoyable. I don't know. There's something about not understanding the stuff at first then understanding it after a few tries that's appealing. However, it is also kind of frustrating at times when you forget what you have just read a few pages before. My classmate who is studying Psychology told me days ago that forgetting is a result of the confusion caused by the interference of items in the LTM. This occurs when a new item replaces an old item in the LTM. Forgetting in the STM is caused by decay of memory traces.

I went out for coffee sa Adriatico. I was already walking back to the dorm when I saw a patrol car around the curb. My heart drummed against my chest. I thought about the possibility of Manila having a curfew for minors. Shoot. xDD

I still have work to do, dammit. LMAO later.

110 paper scars

2008-08-27T18:51:00.000+08:00

Fall into pairs like two ugly fish,
Too rare for extinction, I know.
The veins in your hand felt sort of like summer,
Calm to the touch, oh no.
And my god, how did we survive
The paper scars, oh.
Bless the stars.
You said you're sorry.

-Lovedrug, Paper Scars

Been meaning to post this since Saturday. Wala lang. haha

109

2008-08-17T20:41:00.000+08:00

I slept at 6AM today. Considering my recent sleep paralysis experience and the fact that I'm alone in the room, which could possibly make my dreams much much worse, I stayed up all night and waited for morning. Then I slept. :D That way, if ever I have one of those things again, they would become more bearable and less fricked up. lmao

I finished Scrubs Season 6.

I need to go to a beach, a pool or something similar sometime soon. Haha, alliteration. Sabi ni Miss Gavino na corny daw siya pag ginamit sa prose. Haha. Pero gusto ko yun, the sun and the sand.

I slept on my right shoulder. That's right. My right shoulder dug into the mattress, my whole weight on it. When I woke up, it was unresponsive. xDD Ang saya. Amazing. I was amused by my limp jello-like numb right arm. :DD I had fun picking it up with my left hand and flailing it in all directions. hehe. gusto kung umulit. :D

108 nightmares

2008-08-16T08:45:00.000+08:00

I don't want to sleep anymore.

It's my second episode of sleep paralysis today. Fudge. I hate it.

I went to bed last night and felt drowsy. Minutes into lying in a supine position. I felt my ears throbbing. And then, I heard a crackling sound. You know that sound that silent movies sans musical accompaniment make? That one. I heard that distinct noise in the background. I've been through many episodes of sleep paralysis before that I personally know the symptoms, and we're on the first-name basis.

First, your body will feel heavy. You will try to move any of your joints. Sometimes, they feel numb. Sometimes, it seems like it just snapped off your body and won't move no matter how you will it to.

Second, your chest will feel heavy. This one instance made me imagine a very heavy pillow on top of me. A painting by some dead guy depicts a demon on top of the person.

Third, you hear weird sounds. Or sometimes you don't hear anything at all.

Fourth, hallucinations. And they take place where you remember you last slept. My previous experiences were with pillows, chess pieces, tall black thin humanoid creatures in basketball jerseys with glowing red eyes and basketballs, and big spiders.

Finally, the most important factor, knowledge of the fact that you are just dreaming.

So why was I scared if I knew that I was just dreaming? Well, the mere fact that I may "see" something scary in my sleep is scary enough. Those vivid images will never fade from memory, as they caused the most intense of fear. The most terrifying experience was with those basketball players who walked slowly and came closer and closer, while I raced against them to pinch my hand. In desperation, I hit my head against the wall. :D

Last night and today, it was the same crackling sound that hit my ears after I was beginning to fall asleep. I knew immediately that this was going to be another terrible sleep paralysis episode. I've been through too many of these to know. The first instance, I struggled to move. I felt numb. So I moved my jaw, and dug a nail into my finger. I woke up. The second instance , which was just before I wrote this post, was more difficult. I found my hands in a supine position and I could not move them. There was no way to do this now. Suddenly, I can move my jaw! I bit my tongue and woke up as soon as I felt the pain.

Fortunately, I didn't see what creature it was this time. I closed my eyes tightly upon recognizing that familiar feeling.

The first instance of sleep paralysis I remember was with pillows. This time, I only had to produce sound from my mouth to wake up. I found myself in another layer of sleep paralysis. This time, I couldn't make any sound. So I just lifted a finger, literally. The first one was kind of a "sleep paralysis within a dream of sleep paralysis". The requirements for waking up gradually increased from simple muscle movement to resisting a force to pain after that. So, everytime I sleep, I keep a finger close to my leg, my arm or my face, so that I could easily scratch if I needed to wake myself up.

Wikipedia explains:

Physiologically, it is closely related to the paralysis that occurs as a natural part of REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, which is known as REM atonia. Sleep paralysis occurs when the brain awakes from a REM state, but the bodily paralysis persists. This leaves the person fully conscious, but unable to move. In addition, the state may be accompanied by terrifying hallucinations (hypnopompic or hypnagogic) and an acute sense of danger . Sleep paralysis is particularly frightening to the individual due to the vividness of such hallucinations. The hallucinatory element to sleep paralysis makes it even more likely that someone will interpret the experience as a dream, since completely fanciful, or dream-like, objects may appear in the room alongside one's normal vision.

Wikipedia isn't the most reliable source, but I found that it was confirmed by every other medical website I visited.

oooOooo

I don't want to sleep again.

Last night, I felt lazy. I was slower than a quadriplegic turtle, packing my things and doing a few things on the PC before I leave Manila. I had planned to spend the weekend in Makati, or Baguio if the weather permits, with my cousin. She had promised to take me there to "detoxify" because she also had office business there. I was just leaving after Joseph left, until he returned because he decided to leave the next day. It was pouring cats and dogs, in a cataclysmic display of lightning. Still, I ventured to Rob, determined to identify my ATM PIN [because in a stroke of neuron apoptosis, I forgot the pin earlier in the day] and to hail a cab. And because karma felt like I was her archnemesis during that day, I arrived to find the scene full of people waiting to get a cab. Cabs during rain days are few in number but earn by the thousands. Everyone seems to be stuck and traffic, and taking what is said to be shortcuts to avoid the flood.

Not wanting to let my P30 go to waste, I went inside Rob. During the third try [the attempt which is most critical because if you get this wrong, your card will be captured by the machine], I finally got it right. :D So, I withdrew (?) my allowance for the week and lo! I found something I really wanted and bought it.

Anyways, I went outside and yes, the pile of cabless people was building up. The line was just beginning to lengthen. There was a commotion up front. I decided to just sleep the night at Manila. :(

I woke up to find my cousin's SMS. She forgot that she told me all about it, or maybe she thought that I forgot about it because I didn't go home that night. Anyways, they already left Manila for Baguio. Sad.

oooOooo

Planning to go to Rob today. I'm going to watch some movies na lang. Or maybe MOA. . . hmm, no. MOA is boring.

oooOooo

107 minutes until I go to bed

2008-08-10T22:04:00.000+08:00

It's 1:55. I'm still stuck somewhere within the labyrinthine texts of Philo sprawled across and scrawled into my bedsheets. I do not know why I ventured outside and bought myself ice cream though I had known for a fact that Manila at night is a very dangerous place taking into account the snatchers, the robbers, the insects, the bar-hoppers, the gay-bar-hoppers and the ghosts. I just felt bored and suffocated inside.

You're guessing I must be very diligent and hardworking to still be studying at such an ungodly hour. Au contraire mes amis, I am merely getting back the time I lost to sleeping. Sadly (yes, it's sad), I woke up at around 3 PM today. o.O Yes, 3 PM. And that is sad because I had planned to wake up at 9 AM so that I could I have more time to study and more time to sleep later in the day. In the end, I lost 6 Hours of Potentially Productive Life. And I say "potentially" because I have the amazing tendency to procrastinate no matter the situation, however life-threatening it may or may not be, I might be in.

Now, I'm slaving over the reading texts trying to make up for lost time. Well, "slaving" doesn't exactly describe my state right now. More like, I don't know, "trying to slave. . ." I also do not know how and when to use ellipsis. I know you should use 3 dots at the beginning of a quotation with an omission and 4 at the end. In this case, I do not know how to make this grammatically correct, but nah.

This is the 11th hour I'm spend awake today. When you think of it that way, I'm not sleeping late. I'm just working as usual.

I gotta get back to the text. I may not be sleeping late but I still have to wake up early tomorrow. Six at most.

And FYI guys, Philo is fun, if by fun you mean a papercut to the eyeball.

106 wonderflonium

2008-08-08T16:39:00.000+08:00

GAH! I've been watching Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog for 2 weeks now but I just can't get enough of Dr. Horrible. lmao xDD Di ko siya madownload sa Safari. Sucks. Haha, tingnan ko na lang sa torrents. Wonderflonium!! :D

"I LOVE THE AIR." haha

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage?

You're kidding. What a crazy random happenstance!

Wahaha, galing talaga ni Barney (NPH).

LINK: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog! :D

105 mondays

2008-07-27T19:14:00.000+08:00

You would immediately think upon seeing me sprawled across the couch on one Saturday afternoon with the sun precariously making its way to the Manila Bay that I don't have anything else in the world to attend to but Bruce Wayne smashing shins and breaking noses on Cartoon Network. But noooo, I have this NatSci II long test on Tuesday. Still, I've always had this fascination for Batman because he can defeat his super-powered villains despite his lack of superpowers. Think Scarecrow, Black Mask, Penguin, The Riddler, Joker, Poison Ivy, Clayface, Bane, Two-face. Unlike Superman--who I think is too iconic for his own good--, Batman only works with his wits and his immensely huge bank account to defeat baddies and protect Gotham. Besides, he knows a lot about everything. And he always solves The Riddler's riddles. xD

So, from 2 PM to 6 PM with Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the couch in the living room at my cousin's in Makati, I contemplated on the pwnness of Batman. Afterwards, I studied Geo, of course. It's part of my 12-week program to set my life straight. xD I still haven't perfected the art of studying because my attention span is only as good as a brownie, so I finished one box for the night. xD I woke up at 12 PM so I have pretty much a lot of energy to spare. I finished Love in the Time of Cholera before going to bed. I like Gabriel Garcia Marquez because his literary style is so distinct from everyone else I've read. The interweaving of his thoughts into one complex, but still coherent, prose is amazing.

So, I guess, I have to study for NatSci. Round Two. I lost interest in this post after I said Two-face. I would have loved longer screentime for Two-face.

For all you cinephiles out there or those who just happened to watch the Dark Knight, I have three questions:

1. I argued with Jordan about whether or not Two-Face was dead. From what I saw on the movie and from what I could deduce from their dialogue, I was so sure that Dent was dead. However, Jordan said that he wasn't. The public eulogy, he thought, was only a eulogy for Dent in the strict sense of the world. In short, they were just praising him. It wasn't a eulogy for a funeral. There also wasn't any coffin shown. Therefore, his death is uncertain. Jordan's primary basis for argument is that the producers themselves said that they left Two-Face's death ambiguous. So, we were kinda arguing if he was dead and if he will be returning for the next Batman sequel [because Bale already signed up for another] because Two-Face is the best. So, is Two-face dead or not?

2. I believe that Alfred gave Rachel's letter to Bruce. However, my cousin believes that he didn't. Who's right? xD

3. Who else thinks that Batman's voice is ridiculous? :D

104, bear with the randomness.

2008-07-12T20:38:00.000+08:00

I didn't notice it until now, when I resolved to write a blog post for my rotting, decaying, blogspot, but my attention span has increased by 3 full minutes! :DD I'm doing nothing as of the moment. Jaded living, I'm too hyper to keep my attention on this Landa Jocano stuff. There's so much to do with chocolate, chips and salsa dip. [lmao, I like the sound of that. Maybe I'll write a book with that title]. My cousin left for Digos yesterday, so it's only the family retainer and me in here. So, now, I'm just listening to music and eating and trying to figure out where to begin tomorrow. Being the ultimate procrastinator, I don't believe in doing today what I can do tomorrow. :D Shit, Set Phasers to Stun pa. This blog post has to wait. :D I have to lipsync. xD Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes. Just nine more minutes please. They all know where to find me. I will never make another promise. I'm sorry it took me so long (to come around). well, there's a secret I've been perfecting. You know I could take the place of those pills. I will never make another promise (without you)! We paint our sins on the ceiling. I keep them glued to my chest. It keeps me close like a promise kept. Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes!!!

It's been, what, 2 weeks since I spent time with Taking Back Sunday. Some studies on the interwebs say that rock music makes you dumb. I don't know how. But still, I've been trying to avoid listening to them, so that I can at least keep some of the remaining intelligence I have since my cranial encounter with the upper bunk's support [Early morning. Alarm clock ringing. Startling Raphael. Head banging against the bottom of the top bunk]. It still hurts. But anyways, yeah. You cannot avoid listening to rock especially if you like setting the playlist to shuffle because listening to it alphabetically makes you feel like a nerd, and rock music dominates your playlist. But right now, I'm listening to Norah Jones' Humble Me. While I'm typing down this blogpost in Notepad, why don't I list down the songs which are playing.

Aqualung - Glimmer. "There's a tiny glimmer, flickering on the horizon." The people at Rob must have conspired and put LSD in my food. I have been having these weird dreams lately. One was about the President's Reception. It was days before July 11, when I was flooding Kuya Pito's inbox with questions of how the food was, what to wear, what the previous reception was like. I dreamt that the Executive House was only just a small conference room, barely enough room to fit a long table and us. They handed out small pandesals and OJ in cellophanes after Emerlindzz talked. xDD Weird. That's the kind of dream you would expect from a stoner, but not from me. xD Strange. Maybe fastfood actually isn't good for daily consumption. I've been hearing this from dieticians on the Internet but I dismissed them as Food Court propaganda. xD I mean, I've heard of fat Americans actually suing McDonald's because they attribute their . . . hmmm, how do we make this sad politically correct. . . "physical rotundity" to their routine consumption of generous amounts of McDonald's saturated fat. But, come on, is that actually a valid reason to sue McDonald's? And, I want to get fat. No, maybe not exactly fat. Just gain some weight. :D Looking like the photorealistic version of Jack Halloween isn't exactly the most uplifting experience. >> My fingers look like jointed candlesticks. After PE, my arteries look like small green coral snakes wrapped around my forearm. Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl. And don't these "people endowed with a surplus of adipose tissue" know anything about body types or metabolism?

The first meeting with Sir Jake was fun. He's young and he's up-to-date with the music and the news of our generation. I mean, where would you meet a PE teacher who would make his students stretch to David Archuleta singing Imagine? xD or make his students do circuit training to Kylie Minogue's disco stuff [I don't know her songs]? So, yeah. In our lecture for physical fitness, he warned us against eating in-between meals. He said that it makes people fat, especially in our case, where our activities are mostly sedentary. :D I paid attention to the lecture. Not wanting to disappoint our PE teacher, you might probably say that I refrained from eating in-between meals from then on. Au contraire, mes amis, I ate as much as I could and started eating in-between meals. :DD

From Autumn to Ashes - No Trivia. I've been eating 5 meals a day for two weeks now. :D I'm proud to say that the bones on my wrist have become less prominent. A sad side effect though is that due to my excessive consumption of grease-soaked foods, I have a rich supply of crude oil on my forehead. This resulted to fields and meadows and plains of pimples. D: All Time Low - The Girl's A Straight Up Hustler. "I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you. This is it. This is the end."

Still, this won't stop my crusade to "an acceptable mean between physical rotundity and waifness [which only sounds good and looks altogether like hell]". Dresden Dolls - Night Reconnaisance. I sometimes think that my body has advanced into a state of ketosis. I'd like to think that I am an ectomorph and that all of this is due to metabolism. :D That would mean I still have hope. Brad Pitt is reportedy an ectomorph and so is Edward Norton. If they can do it, why can't I? (Well, because you're just a college student with no money and with not even the slightest hope of a life outside of school.) Between ketosis and ectomorphism, I'd go for a combination of the two, though. That would mean, by indulging in food so much, I can escape ketosis; by diligence and work, I could elevate the status of my ectomorphism into a more presentable one. :D

I woke up at around 12 PM today. I was like, 'FCUk! I let 3 hours go to waste.' Taking Back Sunday - Cute Without the E. I wanted to have an early start. I have to finish studying Histo 5. I really do not want to cram. It's such a hassle. But then, I woke up at around 12 PM. So, I couldn't do anything about that. I shall be cramming. Also, I missed the delicious homemade breakfast the family retainer cooked for me back at Makati. I told her that I will be coming over early in the morning. *sigh* I grabbed a jacket from the closet and the laundry bag. I brushed my teeth, went downstairs, paused for a few moments, covered my eyes from the bright noontime sunshine, squinted, scratched my head, waited, stepped backwards, waited for 2 more minutes until a taxi came streaking down Orosa from Leveriza, tried to catch the driver's attentionn, failed, walked to Nakpil, waited for a taxi, sang The Used in my head, hailed one immediately after the chorus, told him where I wanted to go, and left off [in a cloud of dust and smoke, I want to say. Sadly, there wasn't any].

This time, I was kind of feeling a bit. . . not me. xDD

Driver: Saan ka sa Pasong Tamo, tol?

Ako: Sa may Shopwise.

Driver: Ah, sa Vito Cruz tayo dadaan.

Previous experiences with taxi drivers have taught me that some of them take advantage of the passenger's unfamiliarity with Metro Manila. I paid P450 to learn that lesson. Sternly,

Ako: Sirado po ang Vito Cruz.

Driver: Talaga?

Ako: Opo.

Driver: Di ko napansin.

I have ridden to my cousin's condo at Makati by taxi several times already so I'm pretty familiar with the route. Also, the first few taxis cheated me of my money and drove to Vito Cruz to meet the street repairmen before U-turning back to Quirino Avenue, pretending they didn't know the road was closed. >.>

Ako: Ah. Matagal na po yun.

Driver: Ah.

Ako: Akala ko po kayo yung tipong manloloko ng pasahero. Sila po kasi, di na tinatanong kung saan dadaan.

Driver: Hmm. Sige, saan tayo dadaan?

Ako: Quirino Avenue, Osmena Highway, Pablo Ocampo, Zobel Roxas, Kamagong.

Driver: Sige.

Coldplay - Clocks. Wala lang. I feel triumphant. :DDDD

103 seconds

2008-07-06T12:48:00.000+08:00

I really cannot study without taking a few seconds off to surf the internet. Okay, maybe it has been a few minutes. So, I tried looking for a solution. But, instead, I found the root of all my problems: Turning into a digital goldfish. Noooo!

Paano na ako?

102

2008-07-06T12:07:00.000+08:00

Back at 1845 Ma. Y. Orosa St., Malate, Manila. Di ko napigilan ang sarili ko and made my rounds sa internet. Two days na kasing di nakasurf. Kasi nga, natuto na ang adjacent unit how to secure their Wi-Fi connection. Kahit sa loob pa ng pader ako tumira, hindi pa rin ako makakapasok sa connection nila.

Ayan. I wasted 55 minutes and counting. Wala pa akong progress na nagagawa sa Histo. Di ko alam na may graded recitation na scheduled pala for tomorrow. Uunahin ko muna Histo kasi definite ang mga sources niya at andun na lahat sa ppts na binigay ni kuya Pito [thank you po!!! :DDDD] ang kailangan aralin. Tapos, math na siguro. Then, philo. Kailangan ng external resources sa philo. Ang labo kasi ng module 2. May comics, tos andaming typo. Si Immanuel Kant naman. Sabi dun na maraming interpretations sa trabaho ng mga philosophers tulad ni Kant at Hegel, kasi hindi talaga sila ang tipong Aristotle na precise. How are we supposed to know if the interpretation we are reading of Kant's and Hegel's work is correct, and not some distorted interpretation by the author of the book? Ayun. Try ko maghanap ng ibang sources. Siguro nga sobra kong sineseryoso ang Philo. Hmmm. Pero yeah. This is new for me. Study habits, sleeping late to study, actually studying on weekends, eating out everyday, not being able to write a coherent post most of the time, not enjoying procrastination, realizing I am procrastinating and actually doing something about it, sleeping up to 12 PM during weekends and panicki. . .

One hour na ang nasayang ko sa internet. I have to leave.

Parting is such sweet sorrow. X_X

101st batallion with jackhammers and sledgehammers, and broken pieces of white plastic all over the floor

2008-07-02T17:00:00.000+08:00

Pakshitt, nakakainggit. Bumili roomie ko ng MacBook. The specs totally pwn my PC and it's a goddamn Mac. Wala lang. Kasi may discount dun sa shop na yun for UP students. fcuk. Huhu, sana nghintay na lang ako. Wala lang. nakakaasar. 2.4 GhZ, 2GB DDR2 RAM, 120 GB SATA HDD. okay na. HUHU. T.T sana naghintay na lang ako ng 1 more month. wala lang. yung gusto ko kasing Dell Inspiron, di ko nakita in any of the online Philippine catalogs so I thought na wala pang Dell. :[[ Pero a MacBook was my second choice. Wala kasi masyadong software and it's too. . . clean and waaaaaay out there.

Nakakaasar. Wala lang. Kasi pinagmumukha niya sa akin na Mac sa kanya. Oo na, oo na. Mac na yang laptop mo. Kahit na yung mga pinakatrivial questions about sa Mac OS, tinatanong pa niya sa akin: mga viruses, mga applications, mga colors, mga ports, mga peripherals, kung sino si Steve Jobs. Shit. Di ako ang may Mac anoh. Gusto mo lang nakikita akong naglalaway sa laptop mo. Pero I'm trying to think positive. Now you don't need to poke my TFT screen with your dirty fingers. Now you don't have a reason to pollute my browser history with all of your screwed up websites. Now you don't need to wake me up in the middle of REM to ask for my password. Now you won't ask me to leave my seat and lend you the PC. Ayan, nagproprocess na ang brain ko ng positive side to his purchase of a MacBook. :D

Naku. Wala pa ring effect. This is bad. Gusto ko pa ring i-sledgehammer at i-jackhammer ang Mac niya. :D Gusto ko ng Dell Inspiron 1525 / 1420. Huhu

100 good things

2008-07-01T21:05:00.000+08:00

I have a new love.

I never thought we would meet. I saw beauties like hers on television. She seemed like a far-off (yes, far-off and not far-fetched) ungraspable idea. She was my star: I saw her everyday, yet only the greatest mathematicians, the greatest conspirators, the greatest rocket scientists, the greatest men could ever get me close to her. And if ever, by chance or by the evil sarcastic hand of Fate, I stumble upon these laudable men of talent along the streets of Pedro Gil or Padre Faura, they can only get me as close as 25.03 lightyears to her.

But, I never really needed these men to launch me to escape velocity to bridge the gap between us. I just had to realize the man in me. I just had to acknowledge that I really needed her. The first few days of the semester did just that. I needed her badly. That was the truth. I needed inspiration to get me out of bed, to get to school, and to get me to study; Amy Winehouse was barely there.

I met her at the mall. A quick stroll and escalator. She was different. She stood out from the crowd of the new, the modern and the fashionable. We talked for a while, my ears rejoicing at

the thought of her shrill voice in bed. I wanted to take her out to dinner at Max's or watch a movie; however, I realized that I didn't have my money with me. I know a quick stroll around the mall might have just worked, but she's more expensive than a few calories. I went back for her a few minutes later. She waited for me. I smiled. I think she did.

This is mutualism. I need her to fulfill my ambitions in life. She needs me to fulfill her existence. Some people say I'm merely using her, that I love her just because I need her. But this relationship goes beyond that. For years, I only saw her as an element in American sunny mornings. But now, she was mine. And she went out with me. I think I clutched her too tightly.

I have the decency to not just let her spend the night alone and defenseless. Now, she sleeps beside me in bed. It has only been one week and some people say it's too early to say this, but I think we are going to last for a long time.

I love Esta, my wind-up, spring-driven alarm clock.

99 is war.

2008-06-30T19:07:00.000+08:00

I realize that I may have myopia or some degree of face blindness.

We'll have NatSci tomorrow. Wala lang. Di ko pa rin maerase sa utak ko ang image ni Sir Marquez wearing a cape and "hero" arm bracelets.

So, I made my superhero nametag today. I was too tired to even move last Sunday. I was too busy procrastinating on Saturday. I was still overwhelmed last Friday to even start working. So, I bought a few craft materials at NBS with Greco and ate at Kenny's. Afterwards, I trudged back to the unit/boarding house/dorm/whatever Mrs. Lu-Su-An wants to call it and immediately dug into the pile of glue and corrugated board to start making my assignment. I wanted to finish before 11:00 so that I would still have time to practice factoring, in such a way that I might optimize the awfully short time during evening. Wala lang. Sometimes, I wish the day was composed of six, twelve more hours. Factoring is difficult. You are given freedom to do whatever you want with an expression. There is a right answer; however, the means to arriving at that answer are different and many. Mas gusto ko kasi pag constrained ang options ko. Wala lang. Kaya nga mas gusto ko sana na parents ko na lang nagdecide sa course ko para may mablame ako if ever I fail. Wala lang. Acknowledging that you have yourself to blame is difficult. You know you had control over how things should have been; however, there was something wrong with how you handled things that's why you failed. Wala lang. And, napansin ko din na marami nang "wala lang" sa paragraph na ito. Di ko na bibilangin kasi marami nga. May gagawin pa ako ngayong 11:00 PM. Nine minutes na lang. Parang ang ikli na ng nine minutes ngayon, ano? Panu kaya ang mga tao noon na walang magawa. Wala pang tv, wala pang internet, wala pa masyadong need for education. No need to make a nametag for NatSci.

After I locked my fingers around the pair of scissors, of course, I started cutting a rectangular shape from the corrugated board and the black cartolina. Originally, gusto ko talaga maging Namor! Wee! Namor! Wee! Susan Storm! Wee! Jessica Alba! Wee! However, Sir Marquez mentioned a final presentation where we will be wearing our superheroes' costumes. . . I was like, o.O FTW?! you mean I have to wear a speedo? I AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL, WEARING ONLY A SPEEDO. Of course, he is not actually strict about wearing the exact costume. Nonetheless, I want to save myself from the humiliation of buying a fake pecs shirt and a speedo to wear outside.

:] Then, I remembered The Spirit. He was cool. But I like Agent 47 better. :DD No one slings guns like he. So, I made up my mind to spell out HITMAN. Halfway into the nametag, I came to my senses. Why the hell am I holding a scissor, a sheet of paper and a bottle of glue?! Everyone knows nothing good comes out of Joseph-Raphael and a stack of craft materials. That is a fact. But, I continued working on the nametag. Wala lang [ayan na naman. di ko nakitang sumulpot na pala ito sa screen]. Wala na akong magawa eh. Masasayang lang yung 30 minutes.

So, ayan. Tapos na ako sa nametag. First time ko to. Nakakatuwa nga. Para siyang placard sa rally. :D 11:04 na. Bye.

98th lost idea

2008-06-28T21:39:00.000+08:00

Saturday was boring. Saturday morning was hell. My roommate, as it turns out, cannot sleep with the lights off. For the past weeks, he would have gone to sleep by the time I finished browsing through my first notebook. After much imploring, he still got his way. After all, he slept near the switch. No matter the outcome of our discussion, he would have easily had his way.

Anyways, I thought of a topic to write about in my blog. It should have been great material and funny. I already started writing the prose in my head. Sadly, my short-term memory is an ass. Make that a flatulent ass. There are things which just pop out of my mind. Quotes, questions, answers, ideas, stuff like that. For a while, they remain and I think about them, usually deciding to put it in my blog. However, I forget these things after 10 minutes of doing something else. :[ I really need to buy a notebook and write these things down. I just missed another opportunity to write a sensible blog post.

I overslept. I woke up at 11:05 AM and being the slow kid that I am, I just looked at the clock until it reached 11:15 AM. I was entranced by the clicking of the wheels and the rhythmic moving of the second hand. Kasi, I bought an alarm clock to resolve my tendency to oversleep and be late for class. I've been ALMOST late twice and LATE once. And it's still the beginning of the school year. xD It's because the place still looks like it's 8 AM even though it's 12 PM outside. Anyways, I tried to call Steph because I am severely late for whatever meeting we set for today (although honestly, I don't recall ever agreeing on a venue and time; however, maybe I just forgot about it, hence the need to call her). No one answered the phone. My guess is that she's still asleep, or that her phone was in her bag and that she didn't know it was ringing. I rang her up 5 times, so I believe that she's still sleeping.

Now, I'm trying to prioritize things. As I am writing this down [on hypothetical cyberspatial (?) paper], I'm thinking of ways to manage my time efficiently. I was the Grand Procrastinator from the beginning of high school up until my last glory days. So, this time management stuff will be totally new for me. Well, I guess every student was a procrastinator once. Hence, I guess some students must have learned how to prioritize after a while to improve their class standing/grades. I can do that too. I just have to turn off my computer, take a bath and study.

*sigh* That means I have to go now. Later.

97 words of senti

2008-06-24T12:26:00.000+08:00

Gusto kong mag-senti. Ang sarap kasi mag-senti ngayon kasi wala akong kasama sa room. Wala lang, Coldplay at Aqualung. List ko na lang favorite lyrics ko sa kanila. Haha, I played these songs so much before that it hurt after a while. Anywhoooooo, I just realized that I have to stop this post while it’s not yet done because you really don’t want to see me being so senti. I’m gross when I’m senti. :DD

“I watched the sun,

See it rise and fall.

Waiting for something to change.”

“Feeling alone,

With you by my side,

Further and further away.”

-Falling Out of Love

“I’ve been watching your world from afar

I’ve been trying to be where you are

And I’ve been secretly falling apart

Unseen.”

“To me,

You’re strange and you’re beautiful

You’d be so perfect with me but you just can’t see.

You turn every head but you don’t see me.”

“Sometimes,

The waiting is all you can do,

Sometimes.”

-Strange and Beautiful

“We never change, do we?

We never learn, do we?”

-We Never Change

“Did I drive you away?”

“My heart is yours.

It’s you that I hold on to.

That’s what I do.”

-Sparks

“I remember the night,

No wet eyes, no crossroads

No mention of fate,

Just a poor decision.”

-Cinderella

“Sooner or later this will fall apart
It takes more than science to save a failing heart”

"You say I'm a black hole
Singularity
My own supernova
A blazing blind catastrophe
And for once I was a star
A long time before that
Somebody's sun"

-Black Hole

"He wants to give but he'll give himself away
She wants to take but she's taking all she can"

-Outside

"When it started
We had high hopes"

-Yes

This is modern poetry at its best. :D

96 quite bitter beings

2008-06-11T15:51:00.000+08:00

Over the past few days, I have been staying at my cousin’s unit in Makati.

It’s a great thing, WLAN. This Wi-Fi technology that the people at Silicon Valley in California created for the world is amazing. All you need is an 802.11a, 802.11b, 802.11g net adaptor and you have instant internet access wherever there happens to be a Wi-Fi signal. With this technology, it has further increased the mobility of laptops by infinitely liberating them from the confines of home-based internet access. It has revolutionized learning as most competent universities and colleges have a wireless internet infrastructure in their campuses available to almost every mobile phone/laptop-toting student in the classroom. Until recently, Starbucks has just been a morning perk-up station; now, it’s a 12-hour business wonder with its free Wi-Fi access available to every customer.

Of course, local condominiums have also caught up with the technology. Here at my cousin’s place, the condominium administration is offering Wi-Fi access to any unit who is willing to pay extra. My cousin is the kind who’s infrequently home and during the summer, I have formed a very strong platonic bond, verging on intense passion for conversation due to the summer boredom and heat, with their house retainer. She’s rarely at home, goes to work early and goes home late at night to work on her presentations into the wee hours of morning. One time, I tiptoed into the kitchen for my scheduled midnight snacks as this activity has been proven effective in gaining weight. I was about to bite into a bar of Hershey’s when I saw her staring at me blankly from the kitchen table. It was unnerving, as the light from her laptop shone from underneath her jaw line, carefully highlighting every eye bag, every strand of dishevelled hair flowing over her face, every inch of her prominent cheekbones, every single sinister feature on her face. I dropped my chocolate, smiled, picked it up and she smiled back. xD She also bit off a huge chunk of chocolate from the bar she was holding. I also took a bite from the piece I was holding. I love my cousin. :) I told her and I still remember the exact syntax of the sentence, “Tu est fatigué? C’est début matin.” She shared my interest in French and duly replied in the same lingua, although I didn’t exactly catch what she was saying so I’ll just write it in English, “Work on your French.” I humbly replied, “Oui. Bonne nuit.” She had stacks of Hershey’s in her fridge and told me to eat as much as I could because I won’t be able to eat cold, unmelted Hershey’s in my dorm/boarding house/whatever Mrs. Lu-Su-An calls it unless my roommates would be kind enough to donate a fridge, and that she will be liable to my parents for any further weight loss which might occur to me, and that I won’t be eating as much food as I did back in Digos because college will rape me, as it did to everyone else.

As a cousin reciprocally very concerned of her health and her well-being, and noticing the lack of sleep she has been getting ever since my unapproved stay [by my parents] here at their house, of course, I wouldn’t advise her to quit her job and go for something less physically demanding. It’s not like she’s not getting paid for her work’s worth. She is. And the pay is just absofnckinglutely awesome. :]

Getting back, she opted out of the Internet connection because, as established, she is rarely at home to utilize the connection to its fullest extent. It was reasonable, actually. If I were her, I would also turn down the offer but I’d also curse the condominium to hell with its Wi-Fi exclusivity. When I had the courage to bring out my laptop in front of my cute and adorable baby niece whose hands would pry every bottle open, unweave every bib you hand to her into a long thread of yarn, hydrate not only your face but quite possibly your phone, and disintegrate each piece of lead-coated toy polymer to its molecular composition, whose only flaw in her infantile character is her predilection to a fat rhodamine red dinosaur named Barney, but still remain so awfully charming and unbelievably huggable, I rushed to the unit and sat down beside their door. I was confident that they would not come out of their den until they have finished watching Lobo on ABS-CBN. I have been eying them for the whole duration of my stay. Staklerish, maybe, but I beg to differ. The actual definition of stalking according to the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary actually involves pedestrian or vehicular following of the object of desire. :)

I sat comfortably on the floor right next to their door, wearing shorts and flip-flops. The neighbours were just down the hallway. I expected to find some kind of resistance from the Wi-Fi server. Maybe a passkey or USB-drive-configured settings. And then I found that they had. . . AN UNSECURED NETWORK! :DDDDD I was beaming with delight, of course. This would mean unlimited internet access just for a few sore butt muscles, but I’m willing to sacrifice since they can be quickly remedied with Salon-pas. :D I was happy for a while, chatting with Jordan . Then, I realized that everything comes with a catch. The conundrum came on cue. The condominium was designed to have hollow partitions of about 3 meters wide to allow air ventilation inside the building. Of course, where there is warm tropical air, there has to be tiny little goddamn mosquitoes. :[ I got bit by a few of these stupid dipteras until I realized that I might get another set of scars and keloids from these tiny sonova—I went back to the unit and as luck might have it, the neighbor’s door pivoted on its hinges and revealed a puzzled woman checking the corridors, as if someone rung their bell incessantly for 3 minutes in staccato. The escape was perfect.

After 5 minutes, when I discerned that it was safe to assume my Wi-Fi leech position, I went outside. This time, I was equipped. I wore pajamas and a pair of socks. For more protection, I slapped on a layer of mosquito repellent on my forearms and on my neck. I was quite sure that mosquitoes won’t be bothering my cyberspace experience anymore because I just know they can’t stand the smell or whatever biochemical mechanism it is that repels them. The smell is repulsive, and that reassured me of its repulsion properties. I think that when people coat their arms with layers of this stuff, we really are desperate. Whatever the folks at the chemical company write on their labels (e.g. Sunny Fresh, Green Apple, Pink Dash, Hyper Beam, Ray Gun, Juicy Orange Eggnog Banana Wine, etc), it all equates to Synthetic Shit, and only desperate people would “put a small amount of the substance on their wet palm and work into a rich creamy lather, and apply the lotion on arms, legs and all over your [their] body” when they subconsciously know deep deep deep deep down inside of them that it is indeed Synthetic Shit.

I squatted and put the laptop where it’s supposed to be, as per its name: on the top of my lap. Like a really cool movie actor in one of those really cool movies with really cool plots involving really cool technology in a really cool and advanced future, my fingers tapped across the touchpad and soon, I found myself talking to Jordan who said that Ben looked like some “[for my sensitive readers] f***ed-up mutated amalgamation of Donnie Yen and Jackie Chan”. Not five minutes into the chat, my recent Wi-Fi infiltration must have alerted the neighbours. Gawd, I spell like I’m a Brit. The same lady swung the door open with such force that I could have sworn she was from WWE. She found me in a bit of a state of shock. She looked at me in the eyes and smiled quite forcefully, as if cranes were curling the sides of her mouth up and she was concentrating every bit of her experience-endowed Cena strength on pulling her lips to a frown. I, being the passive Wi-Fi leecher, smiled sheepishly in reply. I was hoping for some kind of nice remark about the Php1.50 weekly oil price hike and the rice shortage in some parts of the country, not to mention the ZTE deal and how this all affects the availability of Wi-Fi connections. Actually, that may be hoping for a bit too much, but maybe a simple invitation to her unit for some biscuits [because Brits do biscuits] and tea [because Brits do tea] would have been nice too. Sucks though: she slammed the door shut. I proceeded on clicking, selectively killing some downloads so more important downloads could be prioritized. However, Ms. Jollibee was fast. I found myself eating the dust off of her cyberspace boots.

Day 2 and I hoped that the night touched her and opened her eyes to the fact that I was merely 15 and may not have expected that the Wi-Fi was supposed to be exclusive only to them; that in the process of rapid eye movement, she dreamed up a heart beaming light in all directions and in various colors, muttering the selfishness of today’s race in Latin. Apparently, it did happen! I soon found that they created a new connection appropriately named “Free Public Wi-Fi”. :DDD Guess who was the fool and who had the upperhand in this case. :DDD Me, of course! I knew that it had to be some kind of trick and they weren’t really offering the free commodity and service with which they pay thousands each month. And it was a trick! Actually, I couldn’t help myself and I tried to connect to the network. It only had local access and not a working connection to the Internet. *sigh*

Now, I look wearily at the same connection I used on Day 1, complete with an imposing “Secured Network” status. It sucks on my part, I know. Now, I can’t take advantage and prey upon the unintended generosity of other people. At least, we had something to gain from the experience. I understood the value of hard work and how some people weren’t willing to work off their armpits for the Wi-Fi connection of other people and the neighbour finally learned to start using a passkey. Leeching was for everyone’s good. :D

95

2008-06-07T13:59:00.000+08:00

As if my KFC excursion wasn't enough.

I'll be staying at my tita's in Caloocan for the weekend. She's great. :] She invited me over in the hopes of "inspiring her sons to study more". xD Haha, I'm the worst example a mom could ever give to her children, with regards to college. Yep, worst. My study habits involves 10 rounds of coffee, 3 books and 10 hours of uninterrupted darkness. Usually, I stay awake all night before the exams. I'm not a fan of diligent studying. There's just too much to do on the interwebz that doesn't involve textbooks and notes and all these bland black and white doodles on paper. Unless I have some kind of incentive except for grades, all I can do on school nights would be laze around on the PC, reading books and forum roleplaying. xD I'm also the worst at finances. It's like I'm the frickin' Belaggio fountains personified. That's why my parents had second thoughts about sending me to school here in Manila. I would literally have holes in my pockets and a very generous spirit, oftentimes willingly handing out a few bills to the cashier in exchange for various items. xDD I really really really want to save, and in the few instances that I do succeed, I celebrate with my Ego for a few moments then go ahead and spend what I had just saved. I really need to see a psychiatrist.

I hate cabs, officially. today, I moved in into my dorm/boarding house/whatever Mrs. Lu-Su-An wants to call it. It's at 1845 Ma. Orosa St., Malate, Manila. My undiagnosed personality disorder bordering on OCD got the better of me and mentally directed me to clean the room and arrange my bed. . . *legasp* it was unlike me. It's like, if McDonald's had two green tartan arches over their branches. So, roommates, don't expect me to be this concerned about our room. The room cleaning was the work of the Devil. xD j/k

After successfully fending off all the microbes crawling upon my bedpost with, of course, a feather duster, I went outside with my weekend clothes and walked my way to Gen Malvar St. I was thirsty so I stopped by Burger Machine for a Pepsi. I hailed a taxi and told him I was going SM Fairview. The following conversation is real:

Driver: Oh me ged!!! SM Fairview?! Okay lang sa yo na magdadagdag ka ng 50?

Raphael: Sige po. Okay lang.

Driver: Sige. Ang layo kasi nun.

Raphael: Talaga? Okay lang po.

Driver: Ano ba ang ruta mo?

Raphael: Makati lang po at Manila.

Driver: Aaaah.

After a while, I saw the cursive logo of SM near the horizon and I my heart was leaping with delight. I only spend 10 minutes into the ride and here I was at SM! Haha, he overestimated the distance. To my horror, I saw the big signboard in front of the building, perfectly aligned with the rest of the ridges that were carved horizontally into the facade. Instead of Fairview, it was Sta. Mesa. /:[[[ False alarm. I hate false alarm. They're so. . . false kasi, eh.

Nakaka-depress. I swung by Bench sa Robinson's kanina and found a really swell shirt! It was only 400.00. Di ko na lang binili kasi may ibang natipuhan ako na sweater. When the meter hit 350.00, I swore that my wallet bled. Hay nakuu! SM Fairview, ang layo mo naman talaga pala!!!!!!

Hindi ko na lang sasabihin ang nabayad ko sa taxi kasi baka maiyak kayo sa taas ng gasolina ngayon.

94 minutes too late

2008-06-05T13:50:00.000+08:00

Guess where I am now. I'm at some random KFC having brownies and 2 large cups of Pepsi. xD

Today, I went to UPM and passed the requirements for the Oblation scholarship. LMAO, that's all I needed to do for the day. Anywho, cab drivers are so irresponsible IMHO. Couldn't they just ask you sometime during the 15-minute drive from who-knows-where to Padre Faura if you will be paying change, because seriously, some people only find time to be emo and sentimental when they're riding in the backseat of someone else's car, absentmindedly savoring the dank smell of the AC while glancing out the window at the passing buildings along Osmena Highway? So, at my stop, he just took off with P30 more than what I actually owed him. :[ I really can't blame him. After all, maybe I really should have told him about my bill. I can blame it on something else though: the wasteful culture of our foreign tourists tipping the cab drivers. They shouldn't expect students to be as generous as our foreign friends.

Anyways, I saw Ate Macy at the OSA. Afterwards, I sped off to Robinson's for lunch. I bought a jacket along the way. I ate at Greenwich, loving every minute of my lonely lunch. :[ Then, I made a beeline for the cinema. I was hoping to try one of the few tricks I learned from David Sedaris.

I bought a ticket for What Happens in Vegas. I bought popcorn [butter, of course] and a bottle of C2 [because they didn't have Coke]. Awesome movie, btw. :DD So, the trick was to pour a generous amount of cola [in this case, C2 iced tea] on the chair beside you so that no one with the sweet pungent smell of summer can sit beside you. :DDDDDD

So, I went inside the moviehouse and did as David Sedaris told me to do. :D 10 minutes into the movie, the place wasn't even full. 30 minutes, not a soul sat in the line. 1 hour, a woman sat behind me. I was like, "Yes!! MOAR! MOAR PPOL!!!!!11!1" And an hour and three quarters into the movie, the only people who went inside were the two lovedoves sitting in front of me with their arms wrapped around each other.

I mourn for my C2. . . You did not die in vain, my bebe! You have successfully made soggy the seats beside me and therefore, the people succeeding me would not need to pour their C2s on the seats beside them anymore.

And then, I went home. I found out that they went to Greenhills. *sniff* I don't know how to get to Greenhills!!!

So, here I am, typing away in some random KFC having brownies and 2 large cups of Pepsi.

93 auf wiedersehens

2008-05-30T18:01:00.000+08:00

I'm off to Manila tomorrow. Let's me think that I didn't spend my last summer as a high school student to the fullest extent. I just hope there will be traces of a wi-fi connection in my room.

QUESTION!

2008-05-30T16:47:00.000+08:00

Is it mandatory that our parents be present during the June 2 Orientation? What if your parents can't come on June 2? Will they kill us? Will they strangle us with their surgical threads and drown us in dihydrogen monoxide?

92 rain-induced blog melodrama

2008-05-26T19:30:00.000+08:00

I should've took pictures; however, stupid security policies disallowed the usage of analog cameras/digital cameras/cameraphones during graduation rites. Now, if I were just like the others and weren't such a wuss with laws and whatnot, I would have brought a stupid cam with me.

Now all I have are the lyrics to the song, but no face, no tangible graphic records to sing along with. MP3 to be uploaded sometime soon.

OK GO - This Will Be Our Year

The warmth of your love’s
Like the warmth of the sun
And this will be our year,
Took a long time to come.

Don’t let go of my hand
Now the darkness is gone
And this will be our year,
Took a long time to come.

And I won’t forget the way you held me
Up when I was down.
And I won’t forget the way you said
“Darling, I love you.”

You gave me faith to go on,
Now we’re there,
And we’ve only just begun.
This will be our year,
Took a long time to come.

The warmth of your smile,
Smile for me little one.
And this will be our year,
Took a long time to come.

You don’t have to worry,
All your worry days are gone.
And this will be our year,
Took a long to come

And I won’t forget the way you held me
Up when I was down.
And I won’t forget the way you said
“Darling, I love you.”

You gave me faith to go on,
Now we’re there,
And we’ve only just begun.
This will be our year,
Took a long time to come.
Yeah, we’ve only just begun.
And this will be our year,
Took a long time to....

91 hours worth of narration

2008-05-23T16:31:00.002+08:00

It's raining outside but I don't feel the urge to be emo. Not even sentimental. Not one bit. I just feel annoyed with my younger brother. I lent him a book and he slept one-ninths into it. Ugh, he just slacks off. I don't blame him. The book is crap. I bought it when I was still in Grade 6 out of pure curiosity. I was a shallow person back then, judging a book by its cover [lmao, that sounded awful. xD]. The title of the book is Secret of the Spiritkeeper, Book 1 of the series Knights of the Silver Dragon, A Dungeons & Dragons adventure novel.

What pisses me off is that he decided to read in my room when I was hanging out someplace with my friends. Apparently, he picked up the book from the bookshelf adjacent to the door to my bedroom [since I told him it was awesome for kids his age] and started reading on my bed. The nerve of this. . . this. . . magical saliva-spewing odor fairy godbastard! I explicitly instructed everyone from the time of my birth that my room would be exclusive to me and to those who I granted permission to. I sure as hell know that he didn't have my permission. Now his dozing off at the bed that I keep neat and tidy, with the pillows piled perfectly parallel [wow, alliteration] on top of each other and the comforter carefully carpeting flat on the bed [alliteration, i'm on a role here!].

Now, he's laying waste to my bed. Damn. I was about to shake him to Kingdom come but then my dad saw me about to displace his shoulders, so my attempt became a frustrated attempt. Dammit. I knew I shouldn't have kept the door ajar.

Now, I have to watch him destroy what I have painstakingly created from the bedtime shambles of 1AM from a safe [well, safe for him] distance from the corner of my room from the PC. I guess this is how God must have felt when Marilyn Manson killed music and everything pretty about black. LMAO. But seriously guys, God must really be lonely [true, He must be] and frustrated [He created everything to our liking but no one cared to care] and about-to-smash-everyone-in-the-head [sorry, that's just me, not Him xD].

Although, now that I have vented all my anger onto this poor black mouse, I'm not angry at him anymore. I just. . . feel sorry for my younger brother now because he's about to pummeled to Kingdom Come once he awakes from his peaceful angelic slumber. . .

:]

LMAO, but guys. Most of the above post are all enthused exaggerations of my sentiments except for paragraphs 1,2,3,4,5. ROFLMFAO, but seriously. Cheers! :D

90 ways to say ROFLMFAOMGWTFBBQSAUCE!!

2008-05-23T16:25:00.002+08:00

I've been in Digos for a week now, but I still can't conjure up a post in my blog. It's been difficult reconciling with something you have left alone for a very long time. You don't know how to act around it anymore. I don't know how to be funny, how to be spontaneous anymore. The grunge art of Manila and its obscenely crowded streets have sucked all the fun in me. I bet that I won't be able to roleplay anymore once I start INTARMED. Even Jordan said so himself. He plans to stop RPing at 2010 because he'll be taking the MCAT on Spring 2008. If God be on my side, I'll also be taking the NMAT on Summer of 2008, Southeast Asian Style! :]]

Now, I'm not going to start blabbing about what happened in the city of overflowing esteros in this post, gawd no. That is sanctimonious and blasphemous at best to a well-deserved opening post from an unexpected hiatus. Well, it wasn't that unexpected.

Then, I'll be narrating every single bit of my life in Manila in detail. You won't enjoy this.

89.95

2008-05-09T10:48:00.002+08:00

I know it's a crime calling NCR Manila in its entirety but I'm here for college stuff and I won't be back until who knows when.

LOL, actually, I can blog by May 14. Later.

88 red horses, not liquor darling

2008-05-02T00:30:00.000+08:00

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
- I would try to look for a valid reason behind her betrayal. If I can't find any, then I guess that guillotine I haven't been using for 10 years needs to be oiled. Generally, I'm a bit more civil than that. I just wanted to share my sentiments about betrayal a little more graphically, if you don't mind.

2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?
- I flirt right back. LOL, it is in my doctrine that, blessed with the status of the CRUSHee, it is my sworn unwritten duty to please the CRUSHer to my maximum CRUSH potential. xD Giving back fulfills a man's need.

3. What's your take on same-sex marriages?
- It is not a question of moral and ethics. It's a question of Creation and Procreation. For what else do people marry than to procreate? If they can't do that, why the hell should they get married? [well, love is another reason, but please, same-sex marriages are. . . gay. xD it's improbable. it shouldn't be.]

4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?
- Very.

5. What's your ideal lover like?
- You have to be patient:

>>cool
>>smart
>>pretty
>>a light bronze tan won't hurt
>>tall
>>funny
>>witty
>>sweet. not too sweet because it ruins dinner eventually.
>>uncomplicated. i'm tired of girls being too complicated with their feelings. I want to meet a girl who's easy to figure out as a game of Pong.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?
-being loved by someone else. it's easier. :DD

7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?
-no. life's too short to wait for someone who does not realize the [insert a personally meaningful gem here] in me.

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
- Keep flying around her head like a mosquito and maybe she'll lift her hands from his shoulders and squish me. And just for that one second, she touched my face. :]

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?
- MY STUPID TYPING SPEED AND EFFICIENCY HAS FUCKING SUFFERED SINCE MY HIATUS FROM RPGC! :[

10. What do you want most in life?
- a fulfillment of my potential.

11. Is being tagged fun?
- NO. You're obligated and committed. I hate those things.

12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?
- "Hey, if you want to be me so badly, why don't you just stab me in the heart right now, carve away my face and wear it as your own? You already accomplished step one. . . bestfriend." Then, I would walk away with my back on him, with my hands digging through my Armani pockets and searching through my Blackberry for a light.

13. Who is currently the most important person to you?
- Everyone is.

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
- Amazing people.

15. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
- SINGLE and RICH. completely. :DD But, it won't hurt to be married too and have a dozen children and name one Ishmael and the other Ishmael Jr. and raise all the others like Von Trapp does. . . But I prefer being single. and RICH.

16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?
- I would stop liking her.

17. Would you give your all in a relationship?
- I've learned not to. When you give your all, you aren't leaving any for yourself and when the relationship ends, you're empty.

18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?
- The one who likes me more. :]

19. What type of friends do you like?
- friends who understand. who don't backbite. who you can trust with your secrets. who you can have a meaningful conversation with. who lets you speak once in a while. who can argue without hurting any feelings. who is.

20. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?
- take pictures of it. xDDDD

87 lint rollers and the fun

2008-05-01T22:59:00.002+08:00

Each blogger must post these rules first.
Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

1. I haven't cried since 2005--the last time I cried, it was for a classroom performance.

I'm not exactly the most sensitive person you'll meet on the block. I've got as much emotional capacity as a 12-ounce bottle of Coke, which has been opened and left to expire on a corner table. I did have a tendency to be too pessimistic when I was a kid. Like, kid KID.

I remember, that during my kindergarten years, I would often cry whenever I couldn't see my Yaya around. Or when dad would bring me to the grocery, I would cry whenever he would leave me alone by a counter or by a stack of tampons [10 for 0.99, anyone]. Hell, even during grade school, when he would ultimately be busy with office work and would tend to be late for the quarterly Reading of Honors, I would sit by the benches, anxiously wait, and cry myself to death until I saw him march in through those gates. So, you can already assume that my youth rendered in me an irreducible capacity for liquid excretion through my lachrymal glands. I had the emotional range of a 39-year-old spinster watching Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle. Yes, yes. Thrust upon me was the amazing ability to cry and cry buckets of tears without dehydrating myself. IDK, it just happens. xD

So now, as far as high school goes, I haven't cried ever since that day. How I wish I could say I would marry the first woman to make me cry in college. But then, I don't want to endanger the Single checkmark that oh so dearly I doodle into forms, resumés, applications, online registrations, answer sheets and other stuff that you have to answer. You never know what will come for you in college. xD

2. I have some kind of weird reaction to mosquito bites.

I know that this reaction might not be the best thing to be genetically-endowed with, especially for teh fact that we live in a tropical country and mosquitoes can be found anywhere, buzzing around with their translucent little gossamer wings and their sharp long proboscises prying your epidermis open with their microscopic daggers for their hematophagic idiosyncrasies.

We went to a far-off beach in Sta. Maria, where there was a small nook in between two cliff faces dotted by various trees and undergrowth. The sand was just washboard white and the water pristine clear. It was Kisulad and I really don't think it deserves the drama I put into the whole introduction. Anyways, for the night, we slept outside on the beach with out feet pointing towards the horizon. It was a marvelous sight, really, the bright lights of three dozen fathers fishing in the open and the sunrise we did not get to see because the beach was facing northeast.

Although the sight was marvelous, I couldn't stop thinking of the three, I counted the number of fucking noisy buzzing pair of wings the whole night, mosquitoes which flew around, and, with their tiny fangs, feasted on my hairy legs. Three things kept running through my head that night as I struggled to rise and punch myself to sobriety when even my hands were too stoned to even heed instructions from my cerebellum: 1.) Damn, I should have gotten a blanket or brought a shawl from home. 2.) Imma blast a can of Baygon in the faces of these fucking vampire dipteras when I wake up!!! 3.) Why the hell did I wear outrageously short shorts for sleeping in the open on a beach??

So, I woke up and amazingly, three large spots appeared on my leg. They were red and bordered upon bruising. I still have one up to now, although it has transformed into an unsightly discoloration on my leg. Now, I have two brand new bites. One on the place of my left pronator teres and another on my wrist. I hate mosquitoes.

3. I always wear a white shirt inside the house.

I haven't observed this amazing quirk of mine if it wasn't for the lack of places to go this summer. I am usually the traveler and I usually am not at home. Now, that I am, I seem to have discovered my unhealthy option of wearing white whenever I'm home.

I don't know what's up with me and white and my home, but I always seem comfortable whenever I'm wearing white loose shirts and a short short inside the house. Any other color, no matter how loose and comfortable it is, apparently won't do. I tried wearing this pink muscle shirt which should be comfortable but I only felt insufficient and thought I was homme de crayon. I unexpectedly put on a yellow cotton shirt the other day and I just changed spontaneously after 3 minutes of walking around the house.

I have been thinking, if ever I get to the PBB House, I will wear sheer white shirts everyday. Then, I'd leave an unforgettable legacy in the PBB House which will forever be branded by a white tee.

4. I used to be fat.

No, I didn't feel sorry for myself during grade school or had self-esteem issues during that period because frankly, I didn't think I was fat when I was in grade school. Hell, I even thought that I had the right body, the right body fat ratio, the right weight for my age.

Then, I got ghastly thin during high school. Ghastly, ghastly thin. You would not imagine the stretch marks I see, or the stomach flap that people keep pointing at. I do not have schistosomiasis, people.

5. My typing speed has suffered immensely since my hiatus from RPGChat.

FUCK THIS HIATUS! Look where it got me now. Three months ago, I used to type flawlessly on this Everex keyboard. My rate was 80 wpm without any mistakes. I could look at an open book with a story and type it all into the computer without looking to check if I went wrong, because I know I was right. My fingers could tap dance then. Along came unnecessary procrastination which eventually lead to the apparent hiatus. Now, I type like a ten-year old with a firecracker incident. Hell, I can't even get through one sentence without committing a typo!

Ugh, my English and spontaneity have gone down too. Before, I could converse in English and be as funny as I want. But now, when I talk with my friends on AIM, I struggle to find the right words to say and wonder if I am using the English figurative language right. Before this stupid hiatus, I could be cool and everyone in RPGC would remark about how I cool and quick-witted I was with jokes. But now, I have to THINK about what I am going to type next! UGH, I absofuckinglutely hate BEING AWAY FROM RPGC that long! My reputation in RPGChat has suffered too. People remember me as the unreliable guy! I mean, WTH IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!

6. I'm terribly afraid of anything I can't understand or rationalize.
7. You can always trust me to keep a secret a secret.
8. I'm a cold-hard perfectionist. That's the reason you don't find too much pictures with a solo shot of me on it. That's because I always have something negative to say about it. xD I'm hard to please.
9. I hate people who think they know me well enough that they can complete my sentences, or talk in front of me like I cared.
10. I completely lost interest in this list after the 5th number. After that, I just ratted out what came into my mind.

Sheesh, forgive me already. It's 2 minutes to 12AM and I'm tired. Good night.

86% juno©

2008-05-01T21:46:00.000+08:00

FOR THE LOVE OF JUNO, THANK YOU! :D

85 made-up lies I like

2008-05-01T19:43:00.002+08:00

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Here are the rules:

1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.

2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).

3. Pick your month of birth.

4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.

5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.

6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!

The Twelve Months

JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever (as if). Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.

MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.

MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic. Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck . Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift .

JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.

SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.

OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty(questinable ako dito.haha.). Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.

DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic (???). Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize (???, chyeah...). Loves praises (absofuckinglutely. xD j/k who doesn't?). Loves attention (???). Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered (???... are you for real?). Changing personality. Not (!?) egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor (finally, some affirmation!). Logical.

&&&

First, identify yourself as right- or left- brain person:
1. Hold your hands together, as if you were praying.
Look at your hands.

Left thumb below the right thumb: left brain
Right thumb below the left thumb: right brain

2. Fold your arms in front of you as if you are angry.
Look at your hands.

Right arm above left arm: left brain
Left arm above right arm: right brain

Based on 1 and 2 (order important), below is the interpretation of your personality:

Right-Left: Considerate, traditional, indirect type. Can instinctively read other's emotion and respond friendly by natures. Although not very into taking initiatives in moving forward, this person will always take a step back in supporting others. Stable personality and considerate, gives others a 'being protected' feeling. But their weakness is they cannot say no. Regardless how unwilling they are, they will still take care of others.

Right-Right: Straightforward. Once decided on something, they will take action right away. Very curious and love challenges. Dare to face dangers without thinking through (sometimes foolishly). Their weakness is they don't listen to others. They will filter in only what they want to hear in a conversation and very subjective. However, because of their straightforward attitude, they tend to be fairly popular.

Left-Left: Dedicated, cold, perfectionist. Very logical in all aspects. The only way to defeat (or win over) him/her is through reasons. Has a lot of pride and feels strongly about doing the right thing. If they are your friends, they are very trustworthy. However, if they are your opponents, they will be very tough to deal with. Because they can be very "anal" as a perfectionist, they usually leave a bad impression of being hard to deal with when first met.

Left-Right: Likes to take care of others, the leader type. Has a cool and keen observation ability to see through situations, yet still can be considerate in others needs. Because of their cool, calm nature and strong sense of responsibility, they tend to become head of a group. Popular among people. However, they may not be able to help themselves in meddling because they want to take care of others too much. Very concerned about how others view them, and always on alert.

84 mainstream notes I played to death

2008-04-25T16:18:00.007+08:00

For many people, my dislike for mainstream music may be mistaken for disregard for Original Filipino Music [which they humiliatingly dubbed OPM for Original Pinoy Music] and thus, a symptom for being penultimately unpatriotic and one of the most dangerous criminals who are capable of treason and overthrowing the present government. Some people think that this general perception of the worthlessness of mainstream music is contempt and disdain against "commoners", antisocial behavior, and refusal to connect and communicate with the masses. While these maybe amazing factoids to tell behind Joseph-Raphael's back, these are also expertly weaved lies designed to gut me alive. Come on, you should have better theories behind my aversion to mainstream music! You're a hardened mudslinger, you should have better dirt to spill!

I have many points to discuss about how mainstream music sucks and how the audience it appeals to has succumbed to its hypnotic melodies and subliminal inferences. This may take a long time but I hope my intellectual audience can afford to spend their intellectual time in my highly subjective inequitable intellectual take on the cons of mainstream music.

First of all, mainstream music and the wonders it contributes to its unsuspecting listeners have been around since the beginning of time. These are the people who are the crowd-pleasers, the ones who don't necessarily stand out from the rest but then, actually stand out due to how everyone likes them. What the listeners actually fail to notice is that they would actually like these songs for crying out loud because this was tailored for them.

I am no inspired musician: I'm no proficient guitarist, I am not a prolific pianist and composer. I am an insipid human being with the knack of writing down my thoughts behind a fake name in an idiotically lengthy URL in cowardice on stark black background on the very vast data host we call the Interweb, hence minimizing the possibilities of being caught while maximizing my criminal potential. But then, I recognize the real reason why these musicians came out in the first place. I understand the real reason why they picked up that guitar and started writing songs.

Every musician once wrote music for themselves as a unique, open expression of their emotions (see I Will Always Love You, Dolly Parton), their sentiments (see Just Like A Star, Corinne Bailey Rae) and even their attempts to incriminate and criticize the world (see Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell). Even Britney Spears might have had a little more than "Gimme More" in her songwriting vocabulary once.

Seeing as which, I'm not exactly an advocate of introverts and people who can only relate to the sad stories they tell themselves in private. However, I'm also not an advocate of people who give up their own dignity, their own personality to accommodate more people and to please the greater audience. Musicians might have traveled their respective paths for the purpose of entertaining other people; however, I believe that the pathetic locomotion into stardom they call "mainstreaming" is such an all time low that musicians shouldn't indulge themselves into.

Actually, there are songs which aren't necessarily "mainstreamed" and reflect the singer's own persona, but still the greater audience likes them. I do not deny the existence of honest songwriters who can still attract a sizable listening audience. These are exceptions to my Fuck Mainstream Campaign. Good for them. They do not have to strive so much to blend in and connect with their listeners. What we are nitpicking here are those who give up their own identity for a dose of Cold Hard Green Syrup.

Second, the impression that mainstream music makes upon its listeners is degrading towards the minority. Most of the time, mainstream music makes the cut and gets into the charts. These opportune moments for these opportunistic artists are memorable, and sometimes they even get platinum records and gold records and, I humbly think that we have overlooked this element, and its cost and value, technetium records, I hope. These egotistic maniacs then, who are avid fans of music charts and other subjective ratings which just reflect the society's musical interest during the current decade and never actually ascertain accurately the quality of the music, in terms of content, melody and engineering, label all other forms of music as:

IRRELEVANT!

OUTDATED!!!

UNWORTHY OF GRACING MY EAR CANALS!!!!!111!!1

I can't blame them actually. You cannot really impose your music upon others and tell them to like it. They have their own taste. But this narrow one-track mindset that people have acquired and that mainstream music has successfully inculcated into the minds of its listeners through calculated subliminal brainwashing is harmful for listeners and other listeners alike.

For listeners, this shallow judgment of what's good and not will eventually close all avenues of their mind to greater and more meaningful things in music. For non-listeners, peer pressure is an undeniable factor in their unfortunate conversion and the bigger the number of peers to pressure the non-listener, the greater the pressure is. It actually corresponds to the scientific corollary regarding pressure and the height of fluids [because air is also a fluid] above the body under pressure.

I am no OCD-plagued individual so I can settle with two arguments instead of the trifecta trio. And besides, my borderline-vegan dinner is waiting for me with menacing jaws and their heinous green curls.