Sunday, December 17, 2006

on second thought, i wanted to say this:

actually, i just want to comment on JR Siaboc. he was one of the contestants in pinoy dream academy, if u dont know. (yes, i watched that shit, and by shit i mean stuff and not anything negative cos them p[eople were really quite talented.) the other day in the solo interview they must have been instructed to talk about their personal life before the academy and i wasnt really interested in anything until Siaboc said this story of how they were so poor. according to him, he and his dad used to wake up at eight in the am with awfully rumbling stomachs to find no food at their table. "so ang gagawin namen, matutulog na lang kami ulit ni itay at gigising kame ulit ng mga 12noon. ayun, kung minsan wala pa rin talagang pagkain. ang hirap nung gutom na gutom ka tas tubig na lang meron."

my apologies but,
you complain of being starved each morning and yet all you do is go back to sleep and pray that when you wake up again your friggin bitch'll be serving YOUR food in the FRIGGIN TABLE?! friggin GET A JOB YOU ASSHOLE!!

okay. temper temper. boy am i glad he won second place. kawawa naman ang nanay nya kung hindi.

on a happier note: the young awesome exxxtreeemely talented YENG won!!! yay!!! she totally deserves it!!!!

crappy net connection in pampanga.

i lost interest in posting whaevers today.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

C fuck H fuck E fuck M ohfuckme!

i have a chem exam in exactly 30! hear that? CHEM??? CRAP!!!
my friggin fuckin sentiment about this subject has NOT EVER changed since freakin third year high school. oh god, oh god im panicking! this has never happened since that horrible moment my brother caught me jacking off! CHRIST DID I JUST SAY THAT? i think i need help. i need mercy! i need grace! we started with goddamn plain and simple(whatthefuck?) electron configuration and i CANT for the life of me even get it friggin right! im sick i say! sick to the stomach with the course! why god-devil-satan why do i have to go thru this shit? this hell??!!! blast everything! be gone chem! be gone! disappear from my already crumbling world! i freakin cudnt believe i was soaring happy yesterday!!!

well. that felt nice.

now i really do gotta go. the thirtys down to 20. blasted chemistry examination. pray to god i live to tell the story.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

my list. please dont read, else be bored.

i just like keeping records. back in 2001 i knew EVERY chapter title in book 1. no kidding. :) now unless youre fanatic like me, you probably wont appreciate it so i suggest you move on.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 1-1 The Boy Who Lived
Chapter 1-2 The Vanishing Glass
Chapter 1-3 The Letters from No One
Chapter 1-4 The Keeper of the Keys
Chapter 1-5 Diagon Alley
Chapter 1-6 The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-quarters
Chapter 1-7 The sorting Hat
Chapter 1-8 The Potions Master
Chapter 1-9 The Midnight duel
Chapter 1-10 Halloween
Chapter 1-11 Quidditch
Chapter 1-12 The Mirror of Erised
Chapter 1-13 Nicolas Flamel
Chapter 1-14 Norbert The Norwegian Ridgeback
Chapter 1-15 The Forbidden Forest
Chapter 1-16 Through the Trapdoor
Chapter 1-17 The Man with Two Faces

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 2-1 The Worst Brithday
Chapter 2-2 Dobby's Warning
Chapter 2-3 The Burrow
Chapter 2-4 At Flourish and Botts
Chapter 2-5 The Whomping Willow
Chapter 2-6 Gilderoy Lockhart
Chapter 2-7 Mudbloods an Murmurs
Chapter 2-8 The Deathday Party
Chapter 2-9 The writing on the Wall
Chapter 2-10 The Rogue Bludger
Chapter 2-11 The Dueling Club
Chapter 2-12 The Polyjuice Potion
Chapter 2-13 The Very Secret Diary
Chapter 2-14 Cornelius Fudge
Chapter 2-15 Aragog
Chapter 2-16 The Chamber of Secrets
Chapter 2-17 The heir of Slytherin
Chapter 2-18 Dobby's reward

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 3-1 Owl Post
Chapter 3-2 Aunt Marge's Big Mistake
Chapter 3-3 The Knight Bus
Chapter 3-4 The Leaky Cauldron
Chapter 3-5 The Dementor
Chapter 3-6 Talons and Tea Leaves
Chapter 3-7 The Boggart in the Wardrobe
Chapter 3-8 Flight of the Fat Lady
Chapter 3-9 Grim Defeat
Chapter 3-10 The Marauder's Map
Chapter 3-11 The Firebolt
Chapter 3-12 The Patronus
Chapter 3-13 Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw
Chapter 3-14 Snape's Grudge
Chapter 3-15 The Quidditch Final
Chapter 3-16 Professor Trelawney's Prediction
Chapter 3-17 Cat, Rat and Dog
Chapter 3-18 Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Chapter 3-19 The Servant of Lord Voldemort
Chapter 3-20 The Dementor's Kiss
Chapter 3-21 Hermione's Secret
Chapter 3-22 Owl Post Again

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 4-1 The Riddle House
Chapter 4-2 The scar
Chapter 4-3 The Invitation
Chapter 4-4 Back to The Burrow
Chapter 4-5 Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Chapter 4-6 The Portkey
Chapter 4-7 Bagman and Crouch
Chapter 4-8 The Quidditch World Cup
Chapter 4-9 The Dark Mark
Chapter 4-10 Mayhem at the Ministery
Chapter 4-11 Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Chapter 4-12 The Triwizard Tournament
Chapter 4-13 Mad-Eye Moody
Chapter 4-14 The Unforgivable Curses
Chapter 4-15 Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
Chapter 4-16 The Goblet of Fire
Chapter 4-17 The Four Champions
Chapter 4-18 The Weighing of the Wands
Chapter 4-19 The Hungarian Horntail
Chapter 4-20 The First Task
Chapter 4-21 The House-Elf Liberation Front
Chapter 4-22 The Unexpected Task
Chapter 4-23 The Yule Ball
Chapter 4-24 Rita Skeeter's Scoop
Chapter 4-25 The Egg and the Eye
Chapter 4-26 The Second Task
Chapter 4-27 Padfoot Returns
Chapter 4-28 The Madness of Mr Crouch
Chapter 4-29 The Dream
Chapter 4-30 The Pensieve
Chapter 4-31 The Third Task
Chapter 4-32 Flesh, Blood and Bone
Chapter 4-33 The Death Eaters
Chapter 4-34 Priori Incantatem
Chapter 4-35 Veritaserum
Chapter 4-36 The Parting of the Ways
Chapter 4-37 The Beginning

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 5-1 Dudley Demented
Chapter 5-2 A peck of Owls
Chapter 5-3 The advance Guard
Chapter 5-4 Number Twelve - Grimmauld Place
Chapter 5-5 The Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 5-6 The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Chapter 5-7 The Ministry of Magic
Chapter 5-8 The Hearing
Chapter 5-9 The Woes of Mrs Weasly
Chapter 5-10 Luna Lovegood
Chapter 5-11 The Sorting Hat's New Song
Chapter 5-12 Professor Umbridge
Chapter 5-13 Detention with Dolores
Chapter 5-14 Percy and Padfoot
Chapter 5-15 The Hogwarts High Inquisitor
Chapter 5-16 The Hog's Head
Chapter 5-17 Educational Decree Number Twenty-four
Chapter 5-18 Dumbledore's Army
Chapter 5-19 The Lion and the Serpent
Chapter 5-20 Hagrid's Tale
Chapter 5-21 The Eye of the Snake
Chapter 5-22 St Mungo's Hospital
Chapter 5-23 Christmas on the Closed Ward
Chapter 5-24 Occlumency
Chapter 5-25 The Beetle at Bay
Chapter 5-26 Seen and Unforeseen
Chapter 5-27 The Centaur and the Sneak
Chapter 5-28 Snape's Worst Memory
Chapter 5-29 Careers Advice
Chapter 5-30 Grawp
Chapter 5-31 OWLs
Chapter 5-32 Out of the Fire
Chapter 5-33 Fight and Flight
Chapter 5-34 The Department of Mysteries
Chapter 5-35 Beyond the Veil
Chapter 5-36 The Only One He Ever Feared
Chapter 5-37 The Lost Prophecy
Chapter 5-38 The Second War Begins

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Chapter 6-1 The Other Minister
Chapter 6-2 Spinner's End
Chapter 6-3 Will and Won't
Chapter 6-4 Horace Slughorn
Chapter 6-5 An Excess of Phlegm
Chapter 6-6 Draco's Detour
Chapter 6-7 The Slug Club
Chapter 6-8 Snape Victorious
Chapter 6-9 The Half-Blood Prince
Chapter 6-10 The House of Gaunt
Chapter 6-11 Hermione's Helping Hand
Chapter 6-12 Silver and Opals
Chapter 6-13 The Secret Riddle
Chapter 6-14 Felix Felicis
Chapter 6-15 The Unbreakable Vow
Chapter 6-16 A Very Frosty Christmas
Chapter 6-17 A Sluggish Memory
Chapter 6-18 Birthday Surprises
Chapter 6-19 Elf Tails
Chapter 6-20 Lord Voldemort's Request
Chapter 6-21 The Unknowable Room
Chapter 6-22 After the Burial
Chapter 6-23 Horcruxes
Chapter 6-24 Sectumsempra
Chapter 6-25 The Seer Overhead
Chapter 6-26 The Cave
Chapter 6-27 The Lightning-Struck Tower
Chapter 6-28 Flight of the Prince
Chapter 6-29 The Phoenix Lament
Chapter 6-30 The White Tomb

we all have JK(feeling close?) to thank! ciao.

a mood kick!

thanks so much to y'all

this is creepy cause im feelin really grateful to i dont know who right now and i have no effing idea why! psychotic but thanks anyway! whoever you are.

Monday, December 11, 2006

sun go away. max dont need ya

sarap ng weather.. lasang brazo de mercedez ice cream..

although i am not too fond of ice cream at the moment.
actually, now that i think of it, not since grade school.. im just not an ice cream person. ill take coffee freeze over rocky road anytime. oh most especially now that the world (or at least the philippines) has sunk down into great depths in order to create exotic-to-the-point-of-absurdity ice cream flavors the likes of sans rival and brazo de mercedez. im terribly terribly sorry but right now i canNOT fight the persistent itch to mention that sans rival has a silent s ('san rival') and that 'sans rival' is anyhow acceptable in todays colloquial language -- unless of course youre french. how would i know that you ask. well i love sans rival, the real thing, mind you, not the ice cream stuff. also: would i sound like a moron if i said i didnt know what a brazo de mercedez was? i honestly dont.. ok. now that thats out, lets go back to the wonderful world of filipino ice cream. really, why cant we just have the regular flavors like strawberry or mocca?? and if we feel like being unconventional, why cant we just have flavors like banana?(i love banana shakes btw) or bubble gum? im not speaking for most everyone here; my tastebuds arent even expert on the subject, but really, i have tasted both sans rival and brazo de mercedez and the best i could say is that they made me impatiently thirsty. swear. one of them even tasted like coconut. coconut? im so not a fan.

now before ice cream companies get around to suing me, another reason im not especially keen on sinking my teeth on some is the weather. naulan. i am so loving the rain right now. and the clouds. and the wind. and the absofrigginlutely perfect temperature. sure i missed my 7am class because i left pampanga at about 6:30, sure i froze like hell-thats-frozen-over in the bus because the air-conditoning was turned well up, sure i missed the first major exam in Sining and i probably wouldnt be entitled to a special exam because the reasons i had werent exactly valid -- but whatthehell the weather made up for it. i didnt mind getting wet on my way to school. i didnt mind that i dint have time to bathe this morning. i dint mind that i still had to endure classes til friday before the sweeeeeet christmas vacation. nope. dint mind at all that i and my best bud in school Olan joked about "ang sarap ng weather, lasang brazo de mercedez flavored ice cream".

ah.. all this heavenly talk is making me sleepy. before i go though, will somebody please tell the sun to take a vacation? mekkim go to mars for a week or sumthin. i definitely wont miss him. buh bye.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

special mention: axis

credits to axis the rawk of casablanca for that awesome phrase

"tha max syndrome".

see? i got to use it for my own selfish advantage.. kewl.

HAPPPY BURTDAY to ya my youngest bro JENRY!! hhhhave ffffun!

Monday, November 27, 2006

to the left, to the left

Beyonce is such a composer. the sound is just way too catchy.
great lyricist she is too. whoever could write a line this- this- oh whatev:
"Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable"

hear it first here, its complete so thank you to whoever owns the site:


now read read:::


To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left
In the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
And It's my mine name that is on that Jag
So remove your bags let me call you a cab

Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

So go ahead and get gone
And call up on that chick and see if she is home
Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know
What did you think I was putting you out for?
Cause you was untrue
Rolling her around in the car that I bought you
Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool - Talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby
[ these lyrics found on ]

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I will have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

So since I’m not your everything
How about I'll be nothing
Nothing at all to you
Baby I wont shead a tear for you
I won't lose a wink of sleep
Cause the truth of the matter is
Replacing you is so easy

To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
To the left
Everything you own in the box to the left

To the left
To the left

Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I could have another you in a minute
matter fact he'll be be here in a minute - baby

You must not know about me
You must not know about me
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable

i told ya nigga.

makin' out with cho

kissing scene in the next potter movie!

check out the teaser:

harry potter and the order of the phoenix teaser

july 13 next summer!

holmes investigates the case of the missing test paper....oooh!

a quirky story:

we had our first quiz in ITF (i forgot what them letters stand for heh heh. well bright minds dont pay much attention to trivialities anyway) the other friday. the teacher was a cool lady named Bermudez who was rather on the heavy side, but that just made her more fun (this is a compliment so dont go pointing a finger at me like you're some saint sweetheart). pretty much the boring stuff that happens in quizzes happened -- there was identification, enumeration, no copying your seatmate's answer-ation, a few groans from those who didnt know what ARPA stands for-ation, that sort of stuff. and then it was pencils up and pass towards the front-ation. see, the seating arrangement divided the class in two, left and right, which, for the professor, was handy cause she just switched the two piles of paper and made us check someone-from-the-other-side-of-the-room's paper.
alas, somebody complained that he wasnt given one to check. nobody though had two papers in their hands. Bermudez, good-natured as she was, suddenly crossed her brows, narrowed her eyes and turned something fierce the way a hippo- i mean a cat, does when it smelled something fishy. she made each one of us stand up as our name was called, in the end locating the person whose paper was "missing". John Bronson(is that how it's spelled?) apparently didnt know where his paper had gone either but he was positive he turned it in. after a few more disbelieving clicks and suspecting stares from bermudez - not to mention some not uncalled jokes from classmates who found this all so amusing (me included) - she finally decided to just give Bronson a special quiz after class. talk about hassle.
my point, i'm pretty sure that Bermudez already knew what happened basing from the look she got while she inquired Bronson, we were probably thinking the same thing. it was just a matter of evidence. it isnt really that hard to figure out, i mean, why would somebody from an international class(meaning from different majors) hide a test paper of someone they werent exactly acquainted to? Bronson definitely looked alone and friendless from my vantage point so im assuming nobody that sat acroos him from the room can be considered an acquaintance. now unless some supernatural force wanted some amusement of its own (yes, i can be that cynic sometimes), jury says "guilty."

Thursday, November 23, 2006

fuck thy school system

C R A P. Loads of crap.
i started writing this post yestaday in my Computer Programming class while our teacher, for reasons he alone knew, sulked at the teacher's table showing no apparent awareness to the few good souls who cared enough to attend his 7:30:00 am laboratory class. and so there i was, flooding the keyboard with all the creative juices i could squeeze out of my amazing brain so early in the morning when at 7:56:04, the teacher told us that we would be transferring to CL11, another laboratory way up in the third floor (we were in the ground floor). ok. no biggie. i could always save what i was doing as a draft and continue it after about 65 steps in the stairs. i could do that.
and so imagine my

blind rage-


when i found that there was no friggin internet friggin connection in the friggin computer friggin laboratory! God, i spent the remaining hour hitting bombs in minesweeper!!!
trust the school system to fuck with my personal doings in life!!!!!!!

anyway, in a much calmer note, please, my post:

its a new day but it feels old(?)

this is my first time to actually post something in here this early in the am. if, that is, you could still call 8 o'clock early. wtf, for me it is. i've been having hell for breakfast last semester because my first class was 7 in the friggin morning; can you imagine the ever annoying sound of an alarm clock (which btw looks like it came from from two centuries ahead of me) wake you up at 6-O-fuckin-5 in the morning straight for five days a week??? not to mention the blasted alarm clock did its weird tut-tut for two long minutes as if making sure that whoever has to wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 MUST wekkup at 6-0-fuckin-5 and not at any other nanosecond after?? indeed, my alarm clock was asking for trouble...
flash forward to this semester, to the now, to the right now. and oh the suffering continues. you could say that i enjoy school breaks so much that i almost always enroll late in the semester after it. maybe a little too late? because after enduring the worst ever process of enrollment this sem --- what with the friggin control numbers that i had to acquire from every friggin department --- i still

i dont wanna continue it nemore!
sucks big time!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

ramblings of a maniac.

hey guys

! ---pardon me. i'm plainly assuming here that somebody actually reads stuff in my blog. thank you very much.---

i just thought my blog needed some refreshment in the looks department since it's starting to look crowdy and all. anyway, i am so bored and i really should be in class right now but i'm not and i really don't wanna take no more shit from my professor who btw is pregnant so help me god, that is, if i even believe in god, i don't innocently push her from the stairs landing or hide and wait for her to walk by in a deserted corridor and unintentionally spray puddles of my iced tea on the floor or- or- or just make her explode with piper's powers right after i borrowed them from her! and so i'm here talking shit and hoping nobody who is able to figure this out won't come running to her and scream terrorist or judas or son of the devil pointing their filthy fingers at me.... hey! i'm doing some serious acting here so bear with me!

OMG. i'm being the most self-centered ass here and just over there a lady is crying because somebody took her phone and wallet without her knowing... aw.. i would've been sad for her if i didn't think she was a moron. you don't cry over something you lost when you lost it over your imbecilic stupidity. pathetic. and she's even bothering everyone blaming the guys who own the shop and taking rounds to check everyone's bags! great. now all will know about the homemade pillbox i brought with the sole purpose of bombing my pregnant teacher who humiliated my bare ass under the peircing and sickening and cruel and-and-and bitching stares of evryone! go ahead! do that Voldemort laugh you all love!!!!

and finally: thanks for wasting time. and let's all pray for world peace! HUGAS KAMAY!

Monday, November 20, 2006

Unbreakable Cheerleader

it begins as a single individual, seemingly ordinary - except they're not.

HEROES at NBC is a knocker! watch claire bennet walk thru FIRE here:

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

take me to mars

addicting, innit? just finished the second season and im absolutely craving for more!

Veronica Mars. Life's tough. She's tougher.

The streets and corridors are dark in Neptune, whatever the time of day. It's a darkness of spirit, of lies, of secrets, of jealousies, and of murder. And that's just high school.

Veronica Mars is a shining light in the oppressive endless night of Neptune. With her father, Keith, she seeks truths that others hide, justice that others evade, and equality that others stifle with money and power.

Okay. Enough with the hyperbole. Veronica Mars is no superhero. She's painfully human, with all the foibles mankind is heir to. She makes mistakes, she jumps to conclusions, and she can be viciously single-minded in her efforts to get answers to the mysteries in her life. But she's sharp, she's sassy, she's snarky, she's pretty in pink (and red satin), and she has a mean taser (not to mention the adorable Backup). She'll crack the conundrums, explain the enigmas, resolve the riddles, solve the stumpers, and work out the whodunits that weave their paths through the town. A dialogue that dazzles, delivered by a cast that sparkles, makes Veronica Mars one of the best shows on television...ever.

~~~~~from MARS INVESTIGATIONS, The (In)Complete Guide to VERONICA MARS

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


strangely, i have this heavy case of lss of "tara lets, tara tara tara lets, hindi ka na mabibigo-o-o-o". more strange, i've been singing only that part because it is the only part of the song i am familiar with. most strange is... i dont seem to be getting sick of it considering i've about sung the same irritatingly catchy line a googol times since i heard it at 6:48 this morning on my way to school.

well, since we are on the topic, let me catch you up with some of the recent songs i like:::

: the rescue by american hi-fi
: who knew by pink
: mr. president again by pink
: nakapagtataka the spongecola cover of the apo original
: blind by lifehouse(although this one aint exactly recent)
at syempre pa
: taralets by imago


Monday, September 04, 2006

pink plus indigo?

dont worry fellas, this aint the ridiculous green plus green money trick again.
so what do we get when we mix pink and indigo? well since the lady with not-so-pink-anymore hair and the duo that named themselves the color between blue and violet (now dont ask why someone would pick a silly name as such!) bring this piece to life, i guess we can say that the colors' summation would be something that resembles -tada!- a shade of maroon(?). that or whatever color fills you if you hear this one. its quite nice.. very fitting.


Dear Mr. President


Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you


mull it over. i hope we all live.

Friday, August 25, 2006

trust me, she ain't one of those veronicas

(logan, mr.mars, veronica & wallace)

here is another tv series i really like! those who like mysteries and detective shits should be caught up... its really nice.... i love the plot and the twists... plus it is another gorgeous babe fronting the show so total sell-out dont you think? hehe..

etcetera::: Do you recognize Keith Mars?? yeah! he's the weird and extremely touchy not to mention bald Elliot of Just Shoot Me!! i sooo enjoyed that show. wonder why they didnt create another season...

Thursday, August 24, 2006

hear hear

hey! i just thought: wala tayo litrato!! enway,







thanks for showing up yesterday!
youre all good man!


am i a great liar or what?

check out my reaction paper for a subject that required us to attend a symposium, ehem, a 150Phpeso-registration-fee(god, where did all my lunch money gO???)-for-supposedly-4-hours-but-really-only-took-less-than-2-because-one-of-the-three-speakers-didn't-bother-showing-up symposium inclusive of stale & pasty carbonara and a bottle of an anti-oxidant of an upper people fondly call C2. e-yuch. pardon.
and now be entertained:

For the record, I’m all out for any changes that ought to be taken in order to rid the Philippines of the crises dragging us into more wars, an impossibly jam-packed below the line poverty level, and, oh, total deterioration from within. So is it any wonder that I’m positively saying NO to Charter Change? Not really.
I’m not sure exactly but I think I’ve been hearing about Cha-Cha since the first year of my high school, when Estrada’s presidency wasn’t yet slugged with jueteng payolas and ghost bank accounts. But it’s only today that I see TV commercials and ads on print endorsing Cha-Cha. Why, I ask, has the government so suddenly became a desperate housewife concerning the matter? It seems the likes of Hon. Teddy Casino have quite the hypothesis bubbling up.
Part of the procedure of the shift from a presidential constitution into parliament as proposed by the administration is a 3-year transition period (2007–2010) wherein President Arroyo will simultaneously play head of state and head of government, with no election whatsoever. Being such, she acquires power not unlike Spiderman (with great power comes great responsibility? I just hope our president sees the same outlook). Like, for example, she has the ability of determining the prime minister’s role in all of this. Or, she can always dissolve the parliament – and, if she so desires, impose martial law. What an odd case of dé ja vu. So could this entire tangle really be a huge plot designed by Arroyo and allies to rationalize a planned overdue stay in position? Plausible. Possible. Probable?
And then there’s the matter of a unicameral legislature in a parliamentary constitution. It remains to be seen what real effect having only one house in a lawmaking body would have on our country. That is, unless the house majority comprises of the present administration’s supporters. A point stressed upon by Casino is the net worth of our leaders today. All senators are millionaires and only seven in congress aren’t. And in an era of recycled public officials, undoubtedly most of these affluent politicians will be part of the unicameral legislature. Hardly the genuine representatives of the Filipino people parliament supposedly has.
One of the commercials I saw promises better life for everyone. Or at least for the prospective OFWs, since it said they wouldn’t have to work abroad and risk abuse from an animal of an employer. How would they do that? Well, parliament opens up the country and transforms it into the ultimate public property. This implies that foreigners could anytime obtain land ownerships, access to the country’s natural resources, public utilities, mass media and schools. Not kosher. Although foreign investments could mean more jobs for the people, it also could mean the possible fatality of the local industry, considering the Filipino’s undeniable colonial mentality. So are we really solving the problem of our economy by letting products of foreign capital dominate our markets? Or is that the problem first and foremost?
The flaws are now piecing together to form this one great hole if we took the step towards parliamentary governance. Arroyo’s timing is bad, if not suspicious of conspiring to remain seated in her comfortable little Cleopatra couch – not to mention a looming threat of martial law all over again. The reduction of checks and balances is bliss for grafters and corruptors. Potential exploitation of our resources by foreigners in exchange of very unpromising profit (as if we don’t have enough local exploiters around). Can vote but can’t vote – people are just soaking up more incredulity with every little feat of the government, which certainly would lead to more rallies and upheavals. In short: more crises. Back to square one.
Change is good. But personally, I would want to wait for a better version of the Charter Change – if there is such a thing – in a more appropriate time – if there is such a time.

say "naks" everybody.
really, i wouldnt so much as mind if we took on a parliamentary constitution for a change. really, this sort of thing will happen AGAIN and people will AGAIN say the timing is not right. so when the heck will it ever be then? or people will AGAIN say that the president is plotting this evilmost plan of staying in and abusing more of his power. his next step would probably be to take over the world, wouldnt it? have we ever stoppped to consider that what we see is really actually simply just everything there is to it? dont get me wrong, GMA is still a bitch, but the proposal of cha cha is i think something worth a try with or without her.

now am i a great liar or what?

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

block. or not.

computer architecture 1-2 pm laboratory class

hulaan kung asan ako. . .

Thursday, August 03, 2006

is there anyone who says hello on the phone better than ELIZA DUSHKU?

of course there isnt!


i hit the mall the other month (yes, month. so why am i writing this only now? really..) to check out something someone relayed to me that got me all aroused. not PORN, silly boi --- iPod.
since our professor proved to be capable of being late, half our environmental science period was spent in chitchat, discussing mp3s, mp4s, and whatever portable music players are invading the market and the blackmarket nowadays. someone had their tongue unfortunately twisted to mention about "apple iPods or apple shuffles or shuffle iPOds or shypod apples" being recently displayed in mall windows with a glorious price tag singing Php1500. yeah, the iPod shuffle was finally available on the rack i fondly label



now, you ask, what with all the piqued interest and checking out for oneself, why after more than a month i still dont own one. actually, im asking muself the same question.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

me loves ya maxx

waaaah. its like pourin outside and the fuckin picture is makin me tear up...

today is one nostalgic day. the weather seems to be in agreement.

i miss khristy big time.

shallow hal not

yeah well half of my plans came true. i did watch superman,, only it wasnt in any 8-storey theater. but at least it was in a normal one..
hullo to my date: MO! one helluva best friend...

bobbie described the story as pambata. i called it "simple but brilliant." what a verdict huh. i could be real shallow sometimes but the effects blew me off. you should also know that im not at all the type that goes for intelectual movies. well at least not all the time. i so looove "Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle", hands down ecstatic comedy dudes!

i also like watching chicks kick ass and and still keep their poise like it was no sweat they just waged war against a 15-member gang, ya know "Charlie's Angels" -- its the ultimate epitome of astig in my opinion.

yeah, no matter how shallow, no matter how over the edge of reality it all seems. all for pure unadulterated - or not - entertainment.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

superman day today

yeah, and i really wanna watch it in mall of asia's newest hugest grandest I-MAX theater. what advertising huh?
im not sure if its true but ive heard somewhere that the screen is actually eight stories high. now where did i get that bit of info..since if you consider the height of the mall, isnt it preposterous, really, to fit something as huge as an eight-storey building in something approximately half the size?? ..or maybe i just heard mistakenly.
the point is, its a whole new promising experience, ainnit? plus: its something to brag about to those who havent yet watched something on such screen. hehe..

about superman. someone from Kerygma(yeah, i read that thing believe it or not) quoted that Brandon Routh was/is(?) in Gilmore Girls. im not exactly a fan of the show but i have never never seen him anywhere there in the times that i did come across it on tv.. a fairly new actor(its my first time to hear his name), so his acting prowess is yet to be seen. i do hope he possesses some.
now Kate Bosworth is another isssue. ive seen her in Blue Crush, and on some movie, or tv shit, that eversince i learned she was going to be lois lane tried to recall but proved to be a futile attempt. anyway she was goood. and charming.
although the reason solely why i want to watch superman is because of the friggin trailer. im counting heavily on the special effects bacause of it. you know that part where superman was shot in the eye with the firearm merely inches away from his face and he didnt even blink(!)was -- astounding. astig. as in.

so whats left to do?! off to the cinemas pipol!

Thursday, June 15, 2006

next stop: AdU

adamson has got all kinds of teachers.
and when i say all kinds, i really do mean ALL kinds.
Unlike in UPM where most are just too toxic for you to feel comfortable relating to(no offense), professors in here are more of "mellowed down" with concern to intelligence -- a positive thing i daresay, because it makes students a bit more able to catch up to whatever they are trying to relay to us. in my first week, ive seen so far a couple of teachs who are all too drastic and particular about attendance, one who could easily be a stand-up comedian in some sing-along bar(i have the feeling she could sing well too!), a normal one who taught likle we were in high school-- a fact which i think a lot are grateful for-- but eats his words whenever speaking english so most you will ever hear is jumble, one whos decent enough to warn us to be watchful about his comrades on matters involving blackmail, bribery, extortion and of course, sexual molestation. some i havent seen yet because they havent bothered to show up since tuesday (its now friday, mind). Oh and lets not forget one who spills jokes and one-liners --however disgusting and disgustingly corny they are-- in his every other sentence. credits to the teachs-- an amusing week i had, to say the least.

one more thing about adamson that i find so weird is how and where they placed their corridors, aisles, hallways, walkways, pathways, passages, and staircases. you wouldnt go a dozen steps without coming across one, and mind: one that is not awkwardly built(like makeshift scaffolding wielded around a building like a very narrow belt made to look like a porch), or one that doesnt look like an "eskinita". at least its always a surprise to find out that there exists such a shortcut that will enable you to come to your next class faster and more effortless than the original way. although i am not at all sure if its "safer".

more about the university:
i was on my way to my first evironmental science class which according to my schedule print-out was to be held at ST 403. ST was a building easy enough to find, but room 403? i cruised the fourth floor hallway (which by the way was an open hallway like one of those wrap-around porch) and noticed that the rooms all comprised of laboratories. science laboratories, not the computer labs im used to. worst was, not one of them said 403. actually none of the rooms even started with the number 4, but rather something like lab 1, lab 2, etc. i was starting to lose cool since i was already about 5 minutes late. and so i asked a nearby psych/chem/pharm/i-dunt-really-know,theiruniformslookedallthesame student and pointed me to a passage that led to another wrap-around porch into what i assumed was the very back, very top of the building. wow. no place else can be more like timbuktu.

a short one about the students:
whoever did start calling the other "classmate"????!!!!
i dunno, it just sounds pretty weird to me that everybody, and i mean everybody, is using it. imagine alien invasion. ew.

so. after a full week of running around from building to building to get to classes so as not to be late, after being eliminated from the running final exam exemption because i didnt attend the first meeting of Theo 1, after finally fixing my schedule what with all the hanging petitions and very late subject inclusions, and after all the hussle and hassles you could possibly take on a first week of a new school,,,
well, im just happy i survived.

sign off.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

one helluva day

Found written on a half-torn page of a dilapidated but still miraculously surviving notebook in Treasury Dept., SM Pampanga:

04 / 25 / 06
19 : 16 : 58


Yep, yesterday was my last day working in the freaking mall. It wasn’t what I’d call a happy carefree-‘cause-tonight-I-can-sleep-‘til-dawn teary-eyed-goodbye-to-y’all-dicks-and-janes sort of day. I kinda lost the heat(?) of the moment because of a slight strike cold. I was feeling so shitty tired since morning I was surprised I made it through the day without fainting or puking. My head hurt like the hell of hells; I kept thinking “cold and clammy” whenever I looked at my hands which were – after all – cold and clammy. Talk about stating the obvious. I didn’t check up with the mall nurse because she would surely have made me go home the instant she took my toasting temperature. This, alas, meant no medicine for me the whole fuckin’ long day. What was so important I didn’t want to leave work early? Well there were these new recruits for SM Clark that we, no, I(since Kong Dave had his off) had to train for the day. Being it was my last day AND being the good employee that I was(ya*&^%$#skunk!), I did the most rightful thing of doing the gravest of grave life-threatening sacrifice for the sake of a flawless income-generating company operation. Fuck it, I expect a lot in my back pay, you lousy assholes, I didn’t ignore medication for a horrible headache that split my head in two whenever I coughed for nothing!

It wasn’t a total crap of a day though. I got to have a short unassuming talk with my crush, even had the luck to get a friendster account(I don’t sound too childishly girly, do I?.. ok I do); saw Bryan, who had the ultimate courage to give up the work for apparently the same reasons I would have, again(------you humungous bastard, I definitely am gonna miss you------); the picture taking session at treas. was fun, although I realized after that that I shoulda brought the sweet little camera the day before since everybody(Kong Dave, Kong Marv, Buley) would’ve been present, I also missed to get pictures of Yen, Bryan and ma supervisors(yea, im a total suck up),,, what waste.

Although there was little to be grand about, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the day. Every person I passed by piped “last day”. God, I didn’t know I knew that much people in the store. I did get to say goodbye to everyone, I think…

Turning point:::
Lyka, a good friend, once pointed out that it wasn’t about the work, or the salary, or whatever things SM offers you that kind of make you never want to leave the circle. It’s the people that you have been accustomed to seeing and hanging out with. Friends is the better term. You won’t be able to help it; these people just grow on you in ways expected and surprising alike. You would definitely want to quit the job, but you just can’t quit the friends, can ya??

That’s about it… Ciao. I’m gonna miss all of ya guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i wrote this last april 26, 2006. i only got to publish it now because of the said cold i caught which alas lasted for a week. ainnit terrible?)

Thursday, April 20, 2006

whoa! am back!

for good..? who knows...
only few more days and it'll be or, let me rephrase, would've been a full year since the last time i posted here. how unthinkable. illogical. cruel. mad. really, why haven't i been doing this stuff for too long a time??? well, it's practically pointless to say i've been busy because i've had what, like, six months vacation from everything that concerned school, church(?), work(??), outings, late night activities of a normal college pupil, etc. basically MY SOCIAL FUCKIN LIFE. yeah yeah i know.
enough ranting.

after living a bum's life, i, nah you're not imagining things, started work in SM Pampanga's dept. store. it was more out of reducing the boredom i was going through and would still have been going through for the next half-year or so if i didn't do anything useful at that point of my life that i decided to actually hit the mall and apply for a job. it was only after that that i kinda liked having a regular income to boast about heehee. sino nga ba naman ang di mukhang pera sa mga panahon ngayon?? (quoted from the coolest supervisor in the treasusr dept. :p)

right now, i am living my last week of being a CUC. my job, idiots. what's a CUC? good question. it's the most stupidly easy, leg-exhausting, respiratorily unhealthy, sculiosis-inducing work a person could have here on the planet. well except maybe for those people who dive into 'poso negroes' and stuff(everybody say 'ew'). i'm not exaggerating mind ya. i wouldn't suggest it to you if you were asthmatic or sculiotic or too intelligent(well in your case, you'd probably figure that out without ma help at all). i'd like to say all the walking and sprinting and half-running shaped my legs up nicely but nah they didn't. i still look the skinny bastard i was months ago - if not skinnier.

apart from the money though, the only thing that will probably stick with me when i get out of this mess are the people that i got to interact, make friends, and curse the superiors with. kidding. six months in a workplace such as a mall can show you a lot of things that you will most likely never learn anywhere else. i met workaholics, clowns, plastics, lazy asses, two-timers, personalities(well, i didn't actually meet them hehe), bitches and assholes, good friends, fake friends, friends for the time being, lots of good looking people(!!), some not so good looking people, nice people, wealthy people, regular people, and regular customers. these people, whether they left a good mark or a bad spot on me, will be remembered no matter what. i may lose connection to each one of them, which usually does in my case alas, but memories stay.

on a happier note, i will be off to college again this june. suck on that, my alter ego! i'm back again, so see ya all.