have a laugh!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
no good deed goes unpunished
I watched Georgia Rule the other day. Yes, the one with Lindsay Lohan in it. But don't go making presumptions yet, especially if you haven't seen the movie at all. I think it quickly climbed to one of the better movies I've seen this year. It sure is one hell of a family movie.
Lindsay has some kick ass lines here. I couldn't find a script but damn, weren't they burned in memory.
Harlan (Garrett Hedlund): You have to go with me to June's school.
June is Harlan's girlfriend. They're both Mormon and they never had sex.
Rachel (Lindsay): What? Why?
Harlan: I have to tell her. It's the only way I can repent for my sins.
Rachel: (incredulous) Harlan, I gave you a blowjob! It wasn't even a date!
Georgia (Jane Fonda, Rachel's grandmother) looks faint after that.
Harlan: Thanks for breakfast Georgia. (rushes out the door)
Rachel: (sighs, looks at her grandmother) No good deed really goes unpunished.
~~~~
This one's fun. Face Down was playing in the background too.
Grace (June's spy) and her clique taunt Harlan and Rachel. Rachel gets pissed and after chasing them silly with a truck, she gets out and storms to them.
Rachel: Hi. I wanna introduce myself. I'm Rachel Wilcox.
Grace (looks shaken): Nice to meet you.
Rachel: Look, I just drove here to tell you that Harlan and I, we're just friends now. Nothing's gonna happen again. I promise. Scout's honor. So you guys can go and do whatever it is you do, I don't know, have your summer fun. And tell June that we're apart, and even if we're not apart, nothing's gonna happen and whatever that's happened has happened already, so that's the end of it.
Grace: Fine. Then why don't you just go home and leave us all alone?
Wrong move Grace.
Rachel: OK, see, I tried to be nice. Let me put this in a different way, cause you're just not getting it right now. If you call me a name, if you throw something at me (looks at the other girls) EVER AGAIN!, if I see you talking to Harlan, yelling at Harlan, having anything at all to do with Harlan, I will find all of your boyfriends, and I will fuck. them. stupid.
Hala.
Rachel" OK? Get it?
Grace touches her chest, nods weakly.
Rachel smiles, starts walking away.
Rachel: Thanks guys. Thanks for your time! Have a good summer!
Grace (to herself): I better pray for her.
No offense but I don't think I wanna be a Mormon.
Watch it and learn not to use the name of the Lord in vain the hard way. LOL.
Lindsay has some kick ass lines here. I couldn't find a script but damn, weren't they burned in memory.
Harlan (Garrett Hedlund): You have to go with me to June's school.
June is Harlan's girlfriend. They're both Mormon and they never had sex.
Rachel (Lindsay): What? Why?
Harlan: I have to tell her. It's the only way I can repent for my sins.
Rachel: (incredulous) Harlan, I gave you a blowjob! It wasn't even a date!
Georgia (Jane Fonda, Rachel's grandmother) looks faint after that.
Harlan: Thanks for breakfast Georgia. (rushes out the door)
Rachel: (sighs, looks at her grandmother) No good deed really goes unpunished.
~~~~
This one's fun. Face Down was playing in the background too.
Grace (June's spy) and her clique taunt Harlan and Rachel. Rachel gets pissed and after chasing them silly with a truck, she gets out and storms to them.
Rachel: Hi. I wanna introduce myself. I'm Rachel Wilcox.
Grace (looks shaken): Nice to meet you.
Rachel: Look, I just drove here to tell you that Harlan and I, we're just friends now. Nothing's gonna happen again. I promise. Scout's honor. So you guys can go and do whatever it is you do, I don't know, have your summer fun. And tell June that we're apart, and even if we're not apart, nothing's gonna happen and whatever that's happened has happened already, so that's the end of it.
Grace: Fine. Then why don't you just go home and leave us all alone?
Wrong move Grace.
Rachel: OK, see, I tried to be nice. Let me put this in a different way, cause you're just not getting it right now. If you call me a name, if you throw something at me (looks at the other girls) EVER AGAIN!, if I see you talking to Harlan, yelling at Harlan, having anything at all to do with Harlan, I will find all of your boyfriends, and I will fuck. them. stupid.
Hala.
Rachel" OK? Get it?
Grace touches her chest, nods weakly.
Rachel smiles, starts walking away.
Rachel: Thanks guys. Thanks for your time! Have a good summer!
Grace (to herself): I better pray for her.
No offense but I don't think I wanna be a Mormon.
Watch it and learn not to use the name of the Lord in vain the hard way. LOL.
Monday, December 17, 2007
whoa Christmas-y
this is weird. you should probably skip this entry if youre revolted sick with the phrase "'tis the season to be jolly" at the moment.
i went home to pampanga over the weekend, saw the tree, saw the blinking lights, and felt the sudden urge to listen to something light, something a bit whoa Christmas-y, yes. haha. i popped in a cassette tape (yeah, those from the eighties! kinda gives it a more homey feeling, you suppose?) with what sounds like a school-full of little children doing their too cute versions of the carols. better than those falsettoed and modulated voices of adults, if you ask me. i think i should also mention that i ended up singing with the kid choir while i washed my school uniform.
(cant find them kids choir on the innernet, sucks)
yepper. after about four years of.. not exactly dissing.. um, i guess, not caring.. yes, that is a more suited term, not caring about it, i find that i like Christmas again. told you twas weird.
i went home to pampanga over the weekend, saw the tree, saw the blinking lights, and felt the sudden urge to listen to something light, something a bit whoa Christmas-y, yes. haha. i popped in a cassette tape (yeah, those from the eighties! kinda gives it a more homey feeling, you suppose?) with what sounds like a school-full of little children doing their too cute versions of the carols. better than those falsettoed and modulated voices of adults, if you ask me. i think i should also mention that i ended up singing with the kid choir while i washed my school uniform.
(cant find them kids choir on the innernet, sucks)
yepper. after about four years of.. not exactly dissing.. um, i guess, not caring.. yes, that is a more suited term, not caring about it, i find that i like Christmas again. told you twas weird.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Bitch For A Day
Me and my thoughtless mouth. Boy, don’t I wish I had a bit more tact installed in my genetic makeup sometimes.
***
Setting: Upper floor, CS Café
Bitch (aka me): Asa baba si M, meh kasamang kaklase. Bibili daw ng donuts or something. Dalhin ko sila dito?
X, sitting sprawled in her chair like she doesn’t have a care in the world, looks up at me.
X (aka self-proclaimed Master of the Posers): Sige lang.
I walk back down to M and company. Smile like you mean it. Plan A is to bring them up for a hello then go. Mainly to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. I never like playing intermediary between two groups.
Bitch: Sa taas si X. Gusto n’yo umakyat?
A very short, very awkward pause.
So much for plan A.
I look to M, he is after all a friend of X’s. NR. As in insipid equals facework. A bit evasive, too, I think. Like something goes restless in his mind. I kinda figure he doesn’t wanna go.
Time for Plan B. Plan B is to say whatever shit that comes to mind.
Bitch: Marami sila sa taas eh, baka di tayo kasya. Sama na muna ko sa inyo mag-donut.
I’m good with white lying most times.
We walk. They eat. I’m not a fan.
After bugging ate tindera of donuts and a few random LOLs, I go back to where X is. I tell her about how M was a bit on the unresponsive side a while ago when I asked them, him specifically, to come up see her. They had a bit of a fall out earlier this semester; I think she’d like to know. Then, she goes all agitated. Score one for my big mouth.
We get up, still talking about M. She throws in a few threats of what she’d do to him if fate brings their paths across again.
X: Naku, wag lang nya ko aayaing mag-lunch. Tatablahin ko talaga sya.
The best comeback I could manage for that is a nervous laugh.
I try to digress from the topic, but fate is already spinning its wheels. And I have to say it’s got awfully great timing. Awful being the operative word.
We cross the Falcon Bridge and there he is. M. Damn.
I smile a big one at him.
Now, don’t run off misjudging me. I do like the guy. I spent my (minute) part in the previous conversation with X defending M. Or at least I tried to. I just kept my mouth shut mostly as X can be a piece of work when she wants to prove a point.
Anyway, M calls out to X, but X just moves along like she doesn’t hear a thing. Talk about MYOB.
I shake my head to X once we’re out of sight.
Bitch: Dapat sinoli mo na yung calculator nya kanina.
I meant it as a joke. M has lent her his calculator weeks ago and I keep teasing her to return it herself but she always refuses pointedly.
She digs it out of her bag and I start to panic. She makes the motion of going back but I tug at her bag and don’t let go. Score another one for my tactlessness.
I give her an incredulous look.
Bitch: You’re not serious? Uwi na tayo.
I pull at her bag but she doesn’t budge from her spot.
Bitch: Tara, uwi na tayo, next year mo na yan ibalik.
X: Ngayon na. Isosoli ko na to.
I sense a tantrum coming and with big eyes, I shake my head to her.
Bitch: No. *toot*, ano ka ba, blood pressure mo.
X: O, ayan, ikaw magbigay.
She tries to hand me the calculator but I say no.
Bitch: Joke lang yung kanina!
X: Pag di mo to binalik, ako magbabalik sa kanya.
Her voice is calm but she looks half determined and sorta half crazy.
Bitch: What? No!
I take the calculator. I get creeps thinking what would happen if these two meet now. M doesn’t strike me as the vocally passionate type, but still, I’m almost positive people will have something to look at if I let them settle their shit in Falcon Bridge, no less! especially now that X is hovering frighteningly close to her fight-like-a-real-bitch mode. By this time, my adrenaline is running around like a madman.
Bitch: Lammo, uwi na lang tayo! Ibibigay ko sa kanya to next year, promise!
X: Hindi. Ngayon na.
Bitch: Hinde, uwi na tayo. Next week isosoli ko na sya! Hahanapin ko si *toot* at ibabalik ko na sya, promise.
X: Akin na. Ako na magbibigay.
Bitch: NO! *toot*, don’t do this to me. You’re putting me on a spot!
X: I am not! Akin na, ako magbibigay.
I hide it behind my back and try a different approach. With what I hope is strong conviction, I act like I’m exasperated at her for being so silly to want what she wanted right that moment.
Bitch: Hinde. We’ll go home na. Ngayon na.
She just looks at me with no apparent expression.
Sigh. I give. I don’t think I was very much convincing anyway.
Bitch: Come on, *toot*, do this for me. Let’s just go home. Please?
She stops a second.
X: Nanggigigil lang ako sa kanya. Masusuntok ko talaga sya!
She sounded a bit desperate saying that. I look at her and I just know I didn’t anymore have a choice.
Bitch: Fine.
I go back to M in the bridge and hand him the calculator. He knows something is up and I hate being the one to talk to him about it. I’m no good with confrontations. At least with those that involve those wearisome little things, emotions they call 'em.
M is all confused the whole time.
I cut the visit short and give him an apologetic smile. I really think he’s a good guy, you know. I’m just still unsure what caused all this falling out. Maybe it was a whole series of misunderstanding for both parties. I don’t know, but I have this ridiculous question of why can’t everybody just get along?
I do know though which part of the equation I stand on.
I sneak up behind X and slap my hands on her shoulders heavily. I give her a dreary, tired smile.
Bitch: I was so your bitch today.
***
Setting: Upper floor, CS Café
Bitch (aka me): Asa baba si M, meh kasamang kaklase. Bibili daw ng donuts or something. Dalhin ko sila dito?
X, sitting sprawled in her chair like she doesn’t have a care in the world, looks up at me.
X (aka self-proclaimed Master of the Posers): Sige lang.
I walk back down to M and company. Smile like you mean it. Plan A is to bring them up for a hello then go. Mainly to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. I never like playing intermediary between two groups.
Bitch: Sa taas si X. Gusto n’yo umakyat?
A very short, very awkward pause.
So much for plan A.
I look to M, he is after all a friend of X’s. NR. As in insipid equals facework. A bit evasive, too, I think. Like something goes restless in his mind. I kinda figure he doesn’t wanna go.
Time for Plan B. Plan B is to say whatever shit that comes to mind.
Bitch: Marami sila sa taas eh, baka di tayo kasya. Sama na muna ko sa inyo mag-donut.
I’m good with white lying most times.
We walk. They eat. I’m not a fan.
After bugging ate tindera of donuts and a few random LOLs, I go back to where X is. I tell her about how M was a bit on the unresponsive side a while ago when I asked them, him specifically, to come up see her. They had a bit of a fall out earlier this semester; I think she’d like to know. Then, she goes all agitated. Score one for my big mouth.
We get up, still talking about M. She throws in a few threats of what she’d do to him if fate brings their paths across again.
X: Naku, wag lang nya ko aayaing mag-lunch. Tatablahin ko talaga sya.
The best comeback I could manage for that is a nervous laugh.
I try to digress from the topic, but fate is already spinning its wheels. And I have to say it’s got awfully great timing. Awful being the operative word.
We cross the Falcon Bridge and there he is. M. Damn.
I smile a big one at him.
Now, don’t run off misjudging me. I do like the guy. I spent my (minute) part in the previous conversation with X defending M. Or at least I tried to. I just kept my mouth shut mostly as X can be a piece of work when she wants to prove a point.
Anyway, M calls out to X, but X just moves along like she doesn’t hear a thing. Talk about MYOB.
I shake my head to X once we’re out of sight.
Bitch: Dapat sinoli mo na yung calculator nya kanina.
I meant it as a joke. M has lent her his calculator weeks ago and I keep teasing her to return it herself but she always refuses pointedly.
She digs it out of her bag and I start to panic. She makes the motion of going back but I tug at her bag and don’t let go. Score another one for my tactlessness.
I give her an incredulous look.
Bitch: You’re not serious? Uwi na tayo.
I pull at her bag but she doesn’t budge from her spot.
Bitch: Tara, uwi na tayo, next year mo na yan ibalik.
X: Ngayon na. Isosoli ko na to.
I sense a tantrum coming and with big eyes, I shake my head to her.
Bitch: No. *toot*, ano ka ba, blood pressure mo.
X: O, ayan, ikaw magbigay.
She tries to hand me the calculator but I say no.
Bitch: Joke lang yung kanina!
X: Pag di mo to binalik, ako magbabalik sa kanya.
Her voice is calm but she looks half determined and sorta half crazy.
Bitch: What? No!
I take the calculator. I get creeps thinking what would happen if these two meet now. M doesn’t strike me as the vocally passionate type, but still, I’m almost positive people will have something to look at if I let them settle their shit in Falcon Bridge, no less! especially now that X is hovering frighteningly close to her fight-like-a-real-bitch mode. By this time, my adrenaline is running around like a madman.
Bitch: Lammo, uwi na lang tayo! Ibibigay ko sa kanya to next year, promise!
X: Hindi. Ngayon na.
Bitch: Hinde, uwi na tayo. Next week isosoli ko na sya! Hahanapin ko si *toot* at ibabalik ko na sya, promise.
X: Akin na. Ako na magbibigay.
Bitch: NO! *toot*, don’t do this to me. You’re putting me on a spot!
X: I am not! Akin na, ako magbibigay.
I hide it behind my back and try a different approach. With what I hope is strong conviction, I act like I’m exasperated at her for being so silly to want what she wanted right that moment.
Bitch: Hinde. We’ll go home na. Ngayon na.
She just looks at me with no apparent expression.
Sigh. I give. I don’t think I was very much convincing anyway.
Bitch: Come on, *toot*, do this for me. Let’s just go home. Please?
She stops a second.
X: Nanggigigil lang ako sa kanya. Masusuntok ko talaga sya!
She sounded a bit desperate saying that. I look at her and I just know I didn’t anymore have a choice.
Bitch: Fine.
I go back to M in the bridge and hand him the calculator. He knows something is up and I hate being the one to talk to him about it. I’m no good with confrontations. At least with those that involve those wearisome little things, emotions they call 'em.
M is all confused the whole time.
I cut the visit short and give him an apologetic smile. I really think he’s a good guy, you know. I’m just still unsure what caused all this falling out. Maybe it was a whole series of misunderstanding for both parties. I don’t know, but I have this ridiculous question of why can’t everybody just get along?
I do know though which part of the equation I stand on.
I sneak up behind X and slap my hands on her shoulders heavily. I give her a dreary, tired smile.
Bitch: I was so your bitch today.
Monday, December 10, 2007
slow motion
I only got a few songs this time, but I really wanted to flood you with e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g I liked since the last playslist. I just had to narrow things down with (strictly) full length tracks. It ain't fun listenng to 30-second snippets, I tell you.
KT Tunstall is adorable. I heard this once in the radio and forgot all about it until I watched Grey's Anatomy's first season again. (What? It's not like it's a crime to do some re-watching when you're bored shitless. Add that up to the shortage of episodes all the good shows are suffering from 'cause of the writer's picket and I'm basically agonizing over it all. Damn, I'm impatient.) Grey's really has good songs. Well, some of them are.
Swallowed in the Sea is abeautiful track from XandY. Please know that I rarely call something beautiful. That might give you an idea of what I'm talking about here.
God, Boys Like Girls are starting to make a following. I hate it. I'm way too selfish. I want them all for myself. Ditto that for The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Your Guardian Angel was a pick of mine long before people trashed it to mainstream. Ugh. (Songs that're supposed to be in this list: Facedown and Hero/Heroine. Vewwy nice tracks.)
Slow Motion. Furrrrrck. I just had an orgasm. LOL
Jamie Scott, saw him on MTV. He kinda sounds like John Mayer when he's not falsetto-ing. I dig John Mayer. Like a grave. Dude.
MCR's Disenchanted is.. it just is. "It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing." That's my shoutout in Friendster. Like you care.
KT Tunstall is adorable. I heard this once in the radio and forgot all about it until I watched Grey's Anatomy's first season again. (What? It's not like it's a crime to do some re-watching when you're bored shitless. Add that up to the shortage of episodes all the good shows are suffering from 'cause of the writer's picket and I'm basically agonizing over it all. Damn, I'm impatient.) Grey's really has good songs. Well, some of them are.
Swallowed in the Sea is a
God, Boys Like Girls are starting to make a following. I hate it. I'm way too selfish. I want them all for myself. Ditto that for The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Your Guardian Angel was a pick of mine long before people trashed it to mainstream. Ugh. (Songs that're supposed to be in this list: Facedown and Hero/Heroine. Vewwy nice tracks.)
Slow Motion. Furrrrrck. I just had an orgasm. LOL
Jamie Scott, saw him on MTV. He kinda sounds like John Mayer when he's not falsetto-ing. I dig John Mayer. Like a grave. Dude.
MCR's Disenchanted is.. it just is. "It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing." That's my shoutout in Friendster. Like you care.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
ube day
When I was deciding on what to wear to school this morning and ended up with this certain purple/lavender/violet/and-every-gay-color-related top, I was above more than positive I'll be the only person in the whole university strutting in the screaming color of the famed Philippine delicacy. But I'll be damned, there were about 20 or so guys and gals in shirts of a wide range of shades of the color I basically only figure as violet. I just had to point at one when I saw one and groan inwardly. Oh for the love of everything good. Did they really have to pick this day to wear that color?
People who noticed (and I like to think everyone did) threw comments in the air: "Makulay ata tayo ngayon?" or a rather sarcastic one: "Ayaw mag-violet?" Somebody actually said: "I like your shirt, fave color ko!" and even the weird: "Ang cute nung design, parang Hogwarts crest." It may have seemed amusing to me at the time, but I just had to reply to everyone who asked: "Hindi to violet -- UBE."
Lol.
People who noticed (and I like to think everyone did) threw comments in the air: "Makulay ata tayo ngayon?" or a rather sarcastic one: "Ayaw mag-violet?" Somebody actually said: "I like your shirt, fave color ko!" and even the weird: "Ang cute nung design, parang Hogwarts crest." It may have seemed amusing to me at the time, but I just had to reply to everyone who asked: "Hindi to violet -- UBE."
Lol.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
skipping
Leche yang SA sa CL16. Nabaliw ako sa kanya.
Una: Sinabi ko na ngang bukas na pasahan, desperado na 'ko at lahat, wala pa rin. Kamura-mura s'ya. Akalain mong makiki-save na lang ng sarili kong gawa (project sa DBMS) sa flash drive ko, naginarte na. Nagsuplada. 'Di naman kaputian ang ngipin. Leche.
So given na na disabled 'yung usb port sa terminal ko (actually, mas tamang term ata dun ay sira), at least man lang sana pumayag s'yang sa terminal na lang n'ya i-save. Ayaw pa rin. May network naman dun malamang, Computer Lab yun. Hello.
Pangalawa: Nakita ko si Marcelo, kaklase ko sa DBMS, naghahanap ng diskette. Bakit 'kako. Magsa-save daw s'ya ng project (one and the same) sa CL16 kasi 'di pwede and usb. What? Pwede pala ang diskette 'di man lang sinabi sa'kin nung SA? Peste talaga. Basag na ba eardrums n'ya kakasalpak ng headset sa mga tenga n'ya at 'di n'ya ko narinig nung sinabi kong desperado na ko?
Bili akong diskette. Buti tig-limang piso lang dun sa mga net shop na nagkalat sa San Marcelino. Pero 'wag ka, pagdating kong Cl16, walang tao. Asan na kaya nakipaglandian 'yung babaeng 'yun?
Pasok muna 'ko. Todo reklamo pa ako tungkol sa SA sa CL16 sa lahat ng nakikita kong kaklase. Tango lang sila. Sabi ni Isabel, isa ko pang classmate sa DBMS, dahil daw may phobia ata si SA sa memory stick, pwede daw magpa-print na lang CL16 basta may bond paper ka. So pwede rin pala 'yun? 'Nak ng tokwa. Anong part ba ng desperado na ko and 'di n'ya na-gets?
Naasar talaga ko. Sana man lang nag-offer s'ya ng ibang solusyon para ma-save ko 'yung project. Or at least man lang nagpakita s'ya ng pakikiramay. Kahit facial expression lang ok na sa'kin eh. Pero wala. Natawag pa s'yang SA, ang sama naman ng pakikitungo n'ya sa mga estudyante ng lab na 'yun. Mas mabait pa yung mga SA sa canteen no. Kahit mahirap trabaho nila, sila nangiti, nagtatanong, nakikisama.
Dun sa SA, don't act like you're above other people merely because they need something from you, because you're not. You are so not. Circumstances say I go to you now, but if it was otherwise, I wouldn't give a fuck if you burn in hell.
Una: Sinabi ko na ngang bukas na pasahan, desperado na 'ko at lahat, wala pa rin. Kamura-mura s'ya. Akalain mong makiki-save na lang ng sarili kong gawa (project sa DBMS) sa flash drive ko, naginarte na. Nagsuplada. 'Di naman kaputian ang ngipin. Leche.
So given na na disabled 'yung usb port sa terminal ko (actually, mas tamang term ata dun ay sira), at least man lang sana pumayag s'yang sa terminal na lang n'ya i-save. Ayaw pa rin. May network naman dun malamang, Computer Lab yun. Hello.
Pangalawa: Nakita ko si Marcelo, kaklase ko sa DBMS, naghahanap ng diskette. Bakit 'kako. Magsa-save daw s'ya ng project (one and the same) sa CL16 kasi 'di pwede and usb. What? Pwede pala ang diskette 'di man lang sinabi sa'kin nung SA? Peste talaga. Basag na ba eardrums n'ya kakasalpak ng headset sa mga tenga n'ya at 'di n'ya ko narinig nung sinabi kong desperado na ko?
Bili akong diskette. Buti tig-limang piso lang dun sa mga net shop na nagkalat sa San Marcelino. Pero 'wag ka, pagdating kong Cl16, walang tao. Asan na kaya nakipaglandian 'yung babaeng 'yun?
Pasok muna 'ko. Todo reklamo pa ako tungkol sa SA sa CL16 sa lahat ng nakikita kong kaklase. Tango lang sila. Sabi ni Isabel, isa ko pang classmate sa DBMS, dahil daw may phobia ata si SA sa memory stick, pwede daw magpa-print na lang CL16 basta may bond paper ka. So pwede rin pala 'yun? 'Nak ng tokwa. Anong part ba ng desperado na ko and 'di n'ya na-gets?
Naasar talaga ko. Sana man lang nag-offer s'ya ng ibang solusyon para ma-save ko 'yung project. Or at least man lang nagpakita s'ya ng pakikiramay. Kahit facial expression lang ok na sa'kin eh. Pero wala. Natawag pa s'yang SA, ang sama naman ng pakikitungo n'ya sa mga estudyante ng lab na 'yun. Mas mabait pa yung mga SA sa canteen no. Kahit mahirap trabaho nila, sila nangiti, nagtatanong, nakikisama.
Dun sa SA, don't act like you're above other people merely because they need something from you, because you're not. You are so not. Circumstances say I go to you now, but if it was otherwise, I wouldn't give a fuck if you burn in hell.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
famous (not last) words
if they luvv u
like they sayy they do.. nuthin will change that.
ur big news will NEVER faze them.
they wont even flinchhh.
- from somebody who thinks way above average *thanks*
nausea days
16:56:00
21 November 2007
Axis' room, Gali residence, Paranaque
fondo nombre: Life, Our Lady Peace
21 November 2007
Axis' room, Gali residence, Paranaque
fondo nombre: Life, Our Lady Peace
Ateng,
Ola! (Like the good student I am, I will faithfully practise my Español from now on.)
It's already been a fornight and I haven't, for the life of me, seen hair nor hide of you anywhere en la universidad! And, goodness, what a fortnight it has been - between adjusting to mi nuevo cursos (not to mention mi nuevo catedraticos who're plain pain in the ass) and all that jazz, I think I may be going loco. Anyhow, I'm just muy alegre that we got to hang out today and see hermano Troy and Felicidad (Felicity, lol) again.
I've missed you mucho!
Quinn
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
since i am on a streak...
... let's have some more of Vernonica Mars. Yeah, before we all say goodbye (I still can't fuckin believe they chucked the show). Got clips off of the released dvd and I'm positively tingling and I'm still freakin missing the third season and I now hate them pirates for being so sluggish and I'm just plain in need.
Holy crap! She's an FBI agent! It's so bitin. I am definitely gonna miss her. *sad*
All I'm gonna say, whoever you are, you s e r i o u s l y have to watch this shit. Coolness.
Holy crap! She's an FBI agent! It's so bitin. I am definitely gonna miss her. *sad*
All I'm gonna say, whoever you are, you s e r i o u s l y have to watch this shit. Coolness.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
the hardest part of this
I suppose one of the reasons why I listen to My Chemical Romance - apart from Way, of course - is that their songs are ... weird. There's just NO other word for it. I mean, don't tell me you've listened to Mama and wasn't creeped out by the music, the words, and the insane way Gerard Way sings. Come on! He sings like an effing pyschiatric patient. He writes like an effing pyschiatric patient. Majorly disturbed is so an understatement. And then they go about including Liza Minnelli in the album? What's up with that? And I'll give you head if you can tell me one other artist that does concept albums these days. Okay, so I'll probably give head if you were able to think of Nine Inch Nails or Dream Theater, but what-the, they ain't the type of music I listen to. Too ... psychedelic(?)
I've listened to this song for no less than 50 times today (thank god for the repeat button in my player's remote)that I'm quite sure I have the words correct, and that's without even using a pen. MCR, they may not be picked first in any of my playlists but they sure as hell could go last.check this out:
from Sean in buzzgrinder.com
This chart got like 900 comments. I think it's pretty funny. What I also think is pretty funny is the way each person 'argued' their point, if you could call telling each other to kill themselves 'arguing'. I'm sure there are more than numerous David Bowie fans out there, and some may not appreciate comparing him with MCR, but one of the responses in the site said it smack right for y case: "This chart is accurate, but I'd listen to MCR over David Bowie any day." I am in no way being condescending to David Bowie and fans here, I'm just saying that I didn't grow up hearing Space Oddity blazing in the background, I didn't age to present 21 swapping casette tapes of Ziggy Stardust with long-time chums, and I don't think I ever bothered to find out if the original Under Pressure track was a collaboration of whom with whom until I heard the cover last year, which I think is as brilliant as the original (fuck you twice Vanilla Ice!) That's also probably why I may never have the profound ability to appreciate David Bowie's songs as much as you fans of his think I should.
Turn away
If you could get me a drink
Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my Aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me
In all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you.
Now turn away,
Cause I'm awful just to see
Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body,
All my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo,
But counting down the days to go.
It just ain't living
And I just hope you know,
That if you say
Good-bye today
I'd ask you to be true
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you
Monday, November 05, 2007
all hail to mars
One big shiit! I just found out today that Kristen Bell (aka my female counterpart)is in HEROES! I am sooo happy! *grinning like a fool*
She's gonna be playing a new character, Elle, for a multi-episode arc of the series' second season. She'll be seen on 13 eppies "as of now", which means it's all undecided yet and she could be appearing for a longer time!
Elle is said to be a " a sexy, mysterious young lady who has ties to the supposed death of Peter, H.R.G.'s past and the future of Claire." Variety also says "Elle will kick off her arc by committing a serious crime, though it's unclear whether she's good or bad." Bell also revealed, "I have a really awesome power." Ooooh. Well, we all know Peter's not gonna die, right? Nuh-uh. What, we don't? Fine. Anyway, putting aside my dumb question of who H.R.G. is, I think it'll be pretty interesting if she goes weevil, won't it?
Some more news: In the interview Bell seems to confirm reports that she'd turned down a role on Lost this season, and decided to do Heroes instead. "How do you make the decision between [Lost and Heroes]? Basically, being able to stay in [Los Angeles] was a little bit of a factor for me [in terms of turning down Lost]," said Bell, who noted, "I was honored to even be considered by Lost. I really, really was, because I love that show." Bell said pre-existing friendships with several Heroes cast members helped begin conversations between her and that show, including a talk she had with Zachary Quinto ("Sylar") on a train ride back from Comic-Con last month, in which she told him she'd love to work on the series.
See! She really is some hotstuff these days, ain't she! And she's friends with Sylar! I wonder when Heroes is gonna nab ME for a role?
She's gonna be playing a new character, Elle, for a multi-episode arc of the series' second season. She'll be seen on 13 eppies "as of now", which means it's all undecided yet and she could be appearing for a longer time!Elle is said to be a " a sexy, mysterious young lady who has ties to the supposed death of Peter, H.R.G.'s past and the future of Claire." Variety also says "Elle will kick off her arc by committing a serious crime, though it's unclear whether she's good or bad." Bell also revealed, "I have a really awesome power." Ooooh. Well, we all know Peter's not gonna die, right? Nuh-uh. What, we don't? Fine. Anyway, putting aside my dumb question of who H.R.G. is, I think it'll be pretty interesting if she goes weevil, won't it?
Some more news: In the interview Bell seems to confirm reports that she'd turned down a role on Lost this season, and decided to do Heroes instead. "How do you make the decision between [Lost and Heroes]? Basically, being able to stay in [Los Angeles] was a little bit of a factor for me [in terms of turning down Lost]," said Bell, who noted, "I was honored to even be considered by Lost. I really, really was, because I love that show." Bell said pre-existing friendships with several Heroes cast members helped begin conversations between her and that show, including a talk she had with Zachary Quinto ("Sylar") on a train ride back from Comic-Con last month, in which she told him she'd love to work on the series. See! She really is some hotstuff these days, ain't she! And she's friends with Sylar! I wonder when Heroes is gonna nab ME for a role?
Saturday, October 06, 2007
right about now
omigoodness. im like the most foul-mouthed person i know and now im getting shivers up and down my back in this net shop hearing this dude, fuckin right beside me, cussing his lungs out to his headphones, having a most colorful fight with his..his.. ionno! the other name on the ym is edgar! muddafurrrrk!!!! i think hes drunk! he smells like it too! everybodys lookin at him already! ooh scary! im having fun!
naulan
punyeta.
martes. sumakit na naman ang ulo ko. ewan ko ba, tuwing tuesday ng hapon na lang laging parang binibiyak ang ulo ko. last time nakdagdag pa si cuevas ('yung tech writing prof ko na pustiso na ang ngipin at tingin ko eh silahis pero meh anak, then again you can be gay and have kids, can't you?). leche. leche s'ya. ang tindi ng kirot sa sintido 'pag naririnig ko s'yang magbigay ng mga sangkatutak n'yang assignments. sabi nga ni marie, "i'm headache!" feeling ko tuloy minsan hindi lang si harry and meh konek kay you-know-who. 'lammo 'yun?
uwian ko na. 'di ko na binalak pang pasukan si cuevas this time. so technically, uwian ko na. yey. kaso naulan. peste, kaninang pag-alis ko ng bahay tirik na tirik ang araw ta's ngayon uulan? anong klaseng weather meron ang pilipinas? imagine, 21 years na 'ko dito pero 'di ko pa rin ma-memorize ang takbo ng panahon. ano na lang sasabihin ni ernie? baron?
isinusumpa ko ang araw; mahal ko ang ulan. pero naman, 'yoko din ng nagbibitbit ng payong! hassle times 2. cubed pa. hay. walang choice kun'di sumugod. hinayaan ko na sila olan at khriska dun sa hot pink na payong nila. mahal ko naman ang ulan. sana lang mahalin din ako ng ulan. at bigyan ng warning kung kelan n'ya na-trip-ang mag field trip sa earth.
pagbaba ko sa fx, naulan pa rin. lumakas pa 'ata. fuck. medyo meh kahabaan pa lalakarin ko, 'di kakayanin ng tonsil kung susugod. mukhang magtatagal ako sa ilalim ng lrt ah. hala, sige, hintay. hintay lang. titila din yan. hintay pa. pasensya. kaya yan. konti na lang. tangingang shet. nadaanan na ko ng lahat ng kulay at klase ng payong at lahat pero 'di pa rin natila. two minutes na lang at babaha na sa taft. oras na para sa plan b.
ayun si aleng tindera, pasulyap sulyap sa'kin. kung di lang naulan, sasabihin kong meh pagnanasa s'ya sa'kin, pero hindi. labas akong singkwenta. malutong. "ate, pabiling payong!" smile si aleng tindera. benta ang huling payong n'ya ng walang ka-effort-effort. "50 lang, 'nak." hmm. mukha namang desente ang estado ng payong ni ate. divisoria o baclaran? pagbukas ko ng color lumot green na payong, what-the-fak. parang minsang gamitan lang at 'di na ulit s'ya magbubukas. daig pa ang diaper sa pagiging disposable. goodluck naman sa'kin. ok lang. at least, nawaglit sa isip ko na masakit pala ang ulo ko.
lakad. iwas sa kulay jebs na tubig na naiipon unti-unti sa mga biyak sa kalsada. eww. pasok ako sa nadaanan kong net shop. kelangan mag-research para sa pol gov. ano daw ang reaksyon ko sa naging hatol sa kaso ni erap. since hindi naman ako fan ni erap, pelikula o politika, todo search naman ako sa google. bahala na. pamamanghain ko na lang si sir gamit ang aking incredible vocab skills. o di ba. ang sipag kong gumawa ng assignment kahit madyo basa ang medyas at masuka-suka sa sakit ng ulo. kung alam ko lang na 'di pala papasok si sir kinabukasan. pendejo.
nakauwi akong bahay sa wakas. tinapos 'yung pol gov at naprint. kinabukasan na ng mapansin kong nawawala 'yung bago kong payong. naiwan ko 'ata sa net shop, 'di na kasi naulan ng pag-uwi ko. ni hindi ko naisip na balikan pa 'yung payong dun. kahit nagde-decompose na at lahat, sigurado akong napag-interesan na 'yun ng mga kagaya kong tamad magdala ng payong. o kaya pinick-up na ng isang bata para ibente dun kay aleng tindera ng payong. aba't recyclable din pala 'yung payong ko. hay. sayang 50. isang meal ng shark's fin din 'yun sa pao tsin. free iced tea pa kung sa school ako nabili.
ang tanong: mahal ko pa ba ang ulan? oo naman.
martes. sumakit na naman ang ulo ko. ewan ko ba, tuwing tuesday ng hapon na lang laging parang binibiyak ang ulo ko. last time nakdagdag pa si cuevas ('yung tech writing prof ko na pustiso na ang ngipin at tingin ko eh silahis pero meh anak, then again you can be gay and have kids, can't you?). leche. leche s'ya. ang tindi ng kirot sa sintido 'pag naririnig ko s'yang magbigay ng mga sangkatutak n'yang assignments. sabi nga ni marie, "i'm headache!" feeling ko tuloy minsan hindi lang si harry and meh konek kay you-know-who. 'lammo 'yun?
uwian ko na. 'di ko na binalak pang pasukan si cuevas this time. so technically, uwian ko na. yey. kaso naulan. peste, kaninang pag-alis ko ng bahay tirik na tirik ang araw ta's ngayon uulan? anong klaseng weather meron ang pilipinas? imagine, 21 years na 'ko dito pero 'di ko pa rin ma-memorize ang takbo ng panahon. ano na lang sasabihin ni ernie? baron?
isinusumpa ko ang araw; mahal ko ang ulan. pero naman, 'yoko din ng nagbibitbit ng payong! hassle times 2. cubed pa. hay. walang choice kun'di sumugod. hinayaan ko na sila olan at khriska dun sa hot pink na payong nila. mahal ko naman ang ulan. sana lang mahalin din ako ng ulan. at bigyan ng warning kung kelan n'ya na-trip-ang mag field trip sa earth.
pagbaba ko sa fx, naulan pa rin. lumakas pa 'ata. fuck. medyo meh kahabaan pa lalakarin ko, 'di kakayanin ng tonsil kung susugod. mukhang magtatagal ako sa ilalim ng lrt ah. hala, sige, hintay. hintay lang. titila din yan. hintay pa. pasensya. kaya yan. konti na lang. tangingang shet. nadaanan na ko ng lahat ng kulay at klase ng payong at lahat pero 'di pa rin natila. two minutes na lang at babaha na sa taft. oras na para sa plan b.
ayun si aleng tindera, pasulyap sulyap sa'kin. kung di lang naulan, sasabihin kong meh pagnanasa s'ya sa'kin, pero hindi. labas akong singkwenta. malutong. "ate, pabiling payong!" smile si aleng tindera. benta ang huling payong n'ya ng walang ka-effort-effort. "50 lang, 'nak." hmm. mukha namang desente ang estado ng payong ni ate. divisoria o baclaran? pagbukas ko ng color lumot green na payong, what-the-fak. parang minsang gamitan lang at 'di na ulit s'ya magbubukas. daig pa ang diaper sa pagiging disposable. goodluck naman sa'kin. ok lang. at least, nawaglit sa isip ko na masakit pala ang ulo ko.
lakad. iwas sa kulay jebs na tubig na naiipon unti-unti sa mga biyak sa kalsada. eww. pasok ako sa nadaanan kong net shop. kelangan mag-research para sa pol gov. ano daw ang reaksyon ko sa naging hatol sa kaso ni erap. since hindi naman ako fan ni erap, pelikula o politika, todo search naman ako sa google. bahala na. pamamanghain ko na lang si sir gamit ang aking incredible vocab skills. o di ba. ang sipag kong gumawa ng assignment kahit madyo basa ang medyas at masuka-suka sa sakit ng ulo. kung alam ko lang na 'di pala papasok si sir kinabukasan. pendejo.
nakauwi akong bahay sa wakas. tinapos 'yung pol gov at naprint. kinabukasan na ng mapansin kong nawawala 'yung bago kong payong. naiwan ko 'ata sa net shop, 'di na kasi naulan ng pag-uwi ko. ni hindi ko naisip na balikan pa 'yung payong dun. kahit nagde-decompose na at lahat, sigurado akong napag-interesan na 'yun ng mga kagaya kong tamad magdala ng payong. o kaya pinick-up na ng isang bata para ibente dun kay aleng tindera ng payong. aba't recyclable din pala 'yung payong ko. hay. sayang 50. isang meal ng shark's fin din 'yun sa pao tsin. free iced tea pa kung sa school ako nabili.
ang tanong: mahal ko pa ba ang ulan? oo naman.
Friday, October 05, 2007
ayaw mag-picture?
con - ceit [kuh n-seet]
- noun
1. an excessively favorable opinion of one's own ability, importance, wit, etc.
. . . surely, they weren't talking about looks when they mentioned etc?
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Apung Gari
On her birthday a few years back, my grandmother had told us that the one thing she asks the lord was to let her reach 80 years old before she keeled over and died. She was a fairly healthy lady at 70+ so we only thought of her little death wish as silly.
Now, t's been a fortnight and some since we, the fam, buried lola. I won't speak for the rest of us but I can't say I didn't expect this happening. I mean, she was 81 and all. And she kept making visits to the hospital these past months, a little more than her doctors liked. Or, admittedly, we, for that matter. Seems like lola got her wish.
I don't know, but remembering lola, for me, is better if I thought about those days when she wasn't glued to her bed, like she had been most times the couple of weeks before she let go. It's definitely a lot less depressing if I think back to the lola that had virtually no qualms in saying antak in front an eight-year-old with a booming voice that carried through six houses past ours. Or the lola who wanted her daughter to bring her back some "stainless" longganisa from the market. Or the lola who, while waiting in a semi-classy restaurant for a table to be free, would sit down at another's and make chitchat with total strangers like they were friends since World War II. Yeah, my lola could be a piece of work if she wanted to. People LOVED her for that. I still do, matter of fact. I wish I had her guts. The kind of wit and humor and charm that she had.
Lola never got mad at me. At least, as far as I remember. But why would she? I was the favorite apo! No offense to my brothers and Jovane (only cousin) but this IS a fact. I mean, is Keannu Reeves queer or what? Being the second grandchild, I grew up being lolo's "adopted kid". I slept in their house, in their bed every (and I really do mean every) night. The wooden balcony in front of their house was my sandbox. When I haven't started school yet, Lola would take me to frequent trips to Manila (we lived in Pampanga), and in a few years I'd find myself grateful to her whenever on a bus trip and my brothers got motion-sickness and I didn't (and, my, wasn't I proud). I'd present my back at night to lolo and refuse to sleep till he scratched it to my satisfaction, or until his arm gets all dead.
When lolo died, I clung to lola. She'd tell me tons of stories about her experiences in life and I'd be left bizarred out of my wits by the time she finished. Her stories were always entertaining, no matter how many times I've heard them, and I was more than happy to listen for I could tell that when she tells these, she fondly relives all of the memories. Much like I am now.
I miss my lola.
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For the only grandparents I ever knew:
When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye
And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go
Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here
- Train
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
marie
God made a very obvious choice when he made me voluptuous; why would I go against what he decided for me? My limbs work, so I'm not going to complain about the way my body is shaped.
-marie
anak ng kaka lits, math teacher mi assumpta na maka four-inch heels agyang makalbug. bakit e na amana kang ma na ita, e yu na kukutang kanaku, e ku balu. balu ku mu, weird (im talkin bout positive weirdness) ya i marie. akilala ke first year. atatandanan ku pa section 3 ku, section 2 ya. ot pentunan na ku anyang abalu nang highest ku ketang exam a binye ng ma na! meh intimidate ku rugu (she was taller than me back then, and i was as skinny as a mop handle). buri kung isipan na akluguran ke kanita, oneng ali ata. haha.
kaklasi ke anyang second year ampong fourth year. abalu ku na potang kayabe me i marie, ALI ka pweding ali mayli. nuko, agya siguru ati kayu keng liobing, nung atin kang sakit pusu, kamate mu potang minirit (humirit) ne. angga ngeni deng jokes na keng text deng pamorward ku kareng kakilala ku, haha.
anyang meggraduate kami assumpta, ya mu ata (take note ata, so nobody gets jealous, hehe) ing ali ko melako communication. eku lulwal bale kasi kaya agyang di poste ampo i marcelino ala kung balita. marakal na ku rin kasalanan kaya: bertdey, pyesta, graduation, homecoming(?), and everything else in between. pero ali ya mimwa. madalas ku ring mamamatda baterya at e magparamdam pero ayus mu kaya.
im beginning to have a major headache trying and miserably failing to write fair kapampangan so ill end it here. this post is one of appreciation towards someone who has been there for me since, ionno, forever? i seriously hope she continues to do so. thanks marie. you deserve everything you have, i know it. im happy for you. and by the way, you with your voluptous beliefs hit the spot. ^^
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
harry potter frenzy
movie comes out tomorrow, the book on friday.
this week should be made harry potter week!
this week should be made harry potter week!
until we meet again
who knew.pink
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them up
Cause they're all wrong
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them up
Cause they're all wrong
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?
Friday, July 06, 2007
An Hour of Waiting
Her name is Mancenido. I jotted it down on my notebook in case I forget it, which, for reasons I still couldn't quite grasp, has been a frequent hobby of mine lately. I didn't even bother with her first name. She had made such a lousy impression on me I simply didn't think it mattered. Well, that is, until we last met.
She wore a velvet black top that dove down in a V to emphasize her fair hued chest. It was a rather loose fit, and my keen eyes smirkingly spotted the glint of metal lodged at the point of the V – a sliver of a safety pin to keep her blouse from showing what was more than necessary. In her profession, decency was as crucial as it goes.
“We will not be having our discussion today,” she said through the cheers that erupted. “Your class is one meeting ahead of my other Rizal classes and mas maganda kung sabay-sabay na lang kayo. Ang hirap kayang gumawa ng prelim exam 'pag 'di sabay-sabay!”
I sat in my chair, wearing what I hoped was an expression of indifference. It wasn't exactly a treat to spend two hours in the humid weather outside waiting for 3 pm – your last class for the day – to arrive just to find out that the class was canceled, was it?
“Let's just wait for the checker and then you can all go. In the meantime, kwentuhan muna.”
Terrific. Just what I needed. An hour's worth of more waiting. God bless the Philippines. Sighing, I took out my phone, made replies to messages I got about three hours earlier, and left them to it.
To my puzzlement, my classmates seem to have grown a liking for her as, minutes into the 'kwentuhan', I heard giggles and snorts here and there. Then again, that puzzlement may have been a bit too biased. Don't get me wrong. She's really intelligent, I can tell. Put her in a game show and she'll probably answer the questions faster than the host could read them aloud. But the way she taught, people with lesser attention span than me would positively end up in torpor (and that's saying something, as my attention span resembles that of Dory's). Well, that's the way she taught Rizal, as far as I am concerned.
I was busy shutting all of them out, letting my eyes glaze and swim out of focus when she started writing an acronym on the white board: VMOKRAPI. Vision / Mission / Objective / Key Result A-whatever / Progress I-whatnot. I couldn't even remember the whole thing, for the life of me. But it was apparently our term project, and I supposed I was going to be hearing more of it sooner or later so I was safe. For the time being, at least. She wanted us to make a time line of our goals up till we reach 20(!) years our senior.
“Bonus na nga 'yan eh!” she said. “'Di kayo babagsak. 'Di naman p'wedeng,” she made a face and furious scribbling motions, grading a nonexistent paper, “Pangit.. ang.. dreams.. mo.. Sixty-five.” An antic that immediately earned gales of laughter from each row. I admitted it was pretty funny. I laughed. Then stared. Then listened. Oh yes, I actually listened to the 'kwentuhan'.
She took out a fat wallet – no, more like an obese one, and from it procured a folded piece of moss green paper. She splayed out for us the little square paper (side measurements: 3-4 inches max), on which were printed words only somebody the size of Tinker Bell could've written.
It was her own VMOKRAPI (Oh. So that's why she wears glasses?) The thing probably had no less than 200 words and she made the smallest possible yet still legible copy so she could stick it in her wallet and read it at those times. Read it whenever she has doubts about or tires of the track her life was rolling on; read it some more to remind her of the conviction she felt when she wrote those same words... OK. So she didn't actually say that. I was just being my usual put-some-drama-in-it self. Her drift was dramatic in itself, in any case. Touche was actually the first word that entered my mind. But then, I was never one to plan how twenty years of my life would span out, so I wasn't at all relative to those who know without doubt what they want to be once mid-life crisis strikes. I could only imagine the amount of pride they feel after the achievement of a (very) long term goal, or, if otherwise, what terrible disappointment it must be.
I did have my fair share of accomplishments, mind. Acing grade school, receiving a few academic awards, managing to get into one of the most recognized universities in the country. But those accomplishments didn't seem to matter much then. I don't see how they would start now. Disappointments were everywhere, but I tried not to think much of them either. See, somehow, I've evolved to be the cynic, the sarcastic, and the unbeliever. The point of being a control freak (i.e. writing a packed schedule for the next fifty years of your life in one of those heavy and sleek Starbucks planner) lost me somewhere in the Jurassic Period. So what unbiased puzzlement I had left surfaced when I began listening in rapt attention to her life plans.
At twenty-three, she was done with her MA, was teaching university, and plans to take her PhD next year. All in perfect order, she told. I couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of envy as I mentally reviewed my life: twenty years old, still in Uni, and wouldn't be out of it until the next national election. Or, until my mom has had enough of sending me to school, whichever comes first.
“Did you know, class, that there is this study that says 'If you don't make your first million when you're thirty, then you're never gonna make one'?”
After the shock, she justified that when you're thirty, you start to have more responsibilities, like having a family of your own for instance. The million need not be in $$$cash$$$ either, real assets are also accounted for. And, of course, it was just a study some silly researcher did. However scholarly they were when it comes to statistics or whatever research license god gave them, that doesn't make their (stupid) study a universal fact of life. It wasn't something like two plus two equals four, no. And it was most foolish of me not to have thought so. But it affected me somehow. I kind of figured then, inside me, that I had to have that million come 2017. And although I realized that 2017 would only give me seven years after college, I still felt this thirst to prove something. And just like that, I – cynical, sarcastic and unbelieving – had set my first goal in my own VMOKRAPI.
Everybody was so absorbed in her stories I didn’t think any one of us actually saw the checker come and do his job. She talked about taking her sweet time finishing her MA while her contemporaries crammed each semester with as much subjects as permissible. She wondered why they were in such a hurry to graduate when “ang saya-saya kayang mag-aral!” She worked while studying (because that was how she wrote her VMOKRAPI), while also learning German at yet another school. She looked well enough like she came from an upper class family that I laughed when she joked about her mom lecturing her exasperatedly when she, for the nth time, asked her for tuition fee for German school. It was a joke, wasn’t it?
She mentioned opportunities here and abroad that she was looking at once she finished her PhD. It all sounded so fascinating that for a few minutes, I considered changing career paths and imagining the grandiose of having a PhD as my ammo in the complex art of job hunting.
“Masaklap s’ya,” was how she described her first job. She had opted for office work over the perpetually growing bandwagon of telemarketing in the country, and in turn faced the horror of being the newbie (not to mention freshie out of Uni). She was told to prepare the menus of the meetings, do six sets of Xerox copies of this and that, and such other trivialities my little brother is perfectly capable of doing. Neither did she receive the simplest thank you for her tasks well done.
I’m not entirely sure if she had said it or it was just a product of my almighty brain (specifically the part that is responsible for over the head imagination), but I thought I heard that her boss, who by the way she said had female canine tendencies, ordered her to make her (boss) a cup of coffee. She had to remind herself that her college degree wasn't limited to just fixing the superiors up some brewed beans. I thought it resembled somehow the initiation they traditionally do on neophytes in fraternities, minus of course the physical pain. She resigned the morning after a particularly heated argument with her boss. Apparently, it involved a line said in incredulity to her: “Where is your logic?!” To think that between the two of them, Mancenido was the one with the philosophy major. Talk about barking (pun intended) up the wrong tree.
One of the most condescending maxims in Philippine history was also dropped to her once by a colleague. “Papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ‘ko.” To which she replied smartly, “Tama ka nga. Pero ‘yung napuntahan mo lalagpasan ko pa.” Wow. Did this girl invent the phrase ‘bring it’ or what? I don’t think I am yet in the possession of razor-sharp wits and sarcasm that are required to come up with retorts like that. Or indeed, the confidence to actually say that to someone who substantially has more words in their resume. It was a tad disrespectful of her, yes, but what the hell, being haughty and condescending is nowhere near saintly either.
The twinge of envy I had felt for her before was replaced with a surge of pride as I etched the words in my mind, subconsciously preparing for when I myself would have to utter the same stinging come back. Bring it on.
Alas, it was time to go, the hour was up. And what a surprising hour it turned out to be. It wasn't such a waste of time as I had expected to be after all, I actually thought I learned more in the past hour than in all the dragging meetings I had with my Philosophy teacher for a whole semester altogether. And I wanted to say that exactly to her as I passed her table on the way out but somehow the cat got my tongue. It bit it, stomped on it, flattened it, crapped on it and still my smile refused to come off. It plastered itself on my face like some heavy duty spellotape. I realized that my respect for the person whose first name I had deemed more immaterial than the exact location of Timbuktu has just gone up and through the CS roof.
She wore a velvet black top that dove down in a V to emphasize her fair hued chest. It was a rather loose fit, and my keen eyes smirkingly spotted the glint of metal lodged at the point of the V – a sliver of a safety pin to keep her blouse from showing what was more than necessary. In her profession, decency was as crucial as it goes.
“We will not be having our discussion today,” she said through the cheers that erupted. “Your class is one meeting ahead of my other Rizal classes and mas maganda kung sabay-sabay na lang kayo. Ang hirap kayang gumawa ng prelim exam 'pag 'di sabay-sabay!”
I sat in my chair, wearing what I hoped was an expression of indifference. It wasn't exactly a treat to spend two hours in the humid weather outside waiting for 3 pm – your last class for the day – to arrive just to find out that the class was canceled, was it?
“Let's just wait for the checker and then you can all go. In the meantime, kwentuhan muna.”
Terrific. Just what I needed. An hour's worth of more waiting. God bless the Philippines. Sighing, I took out my phone, made replies to messages I got about three hours earlier, and left them to it.
To my puzzlement, my classmates seem to have grown a liking for her as, minutes into the 'kwentuhan', I heard giggles and snorts here and there. Then again, that puzzlement may have been a bit too biased. Don't get me wrong. She's really intelligent, I can tell. Put her in a game show and she'll probably answer the questions faster than the host could read them aloud. But the way she taught, people with lesser attention span than me would positively end up in torpor (and that's saying something, as my attention span resembles that of Dory's). Well, that's the way she taught Rizal, as far as I am concerned.
I was busy shutting all of them out, letting my eyes glaze and swim out of focus when she started writing an acronym on the white board: VMOKRAPI. Vision / Mission / Objective / Key Result A-whatever / Progress I-whatnot. I couldn't even remember the whole thing, for the life of me. But it was apparently our term project, and I supposed I was going to be hearing more of it sooner or later so I was safe. For the time being, at least. She wanted us to make a time line of our goals up till we reach 20(!) years our senior.
“Bonus na nga 'yan eh!” she said. “'Di kayo babagsak. 'Di naman p'wedeng,” she made a face and furious scribbling motions, grading a nonexistent paper, “Pangit.. ang.. dreams.. mo.. Sixty-five.” An antic that immediately earned gales of laughter from each row. I admitted it was pretty funny. I laughed. Then stared. Then listened. Oh yes, I actually listened to the 'kwentuhan'.
She took out a fat wallet – no, more like an obese one, and from it procured a folded piece of moss green paper. She splayed out for us the little square paper (side measurements: 3-4 inches max), on which were printed words only somebody the size of Tinker Bell could've written.
It was her own VMOKRAPI (Oh. So that's why she wears glasses?) The thing probably had no less than 200 words and she made the smallest possible yet still legible copy so she could stick it in her wallet and read it at those times. Read it whenever she has doubts about or tires of the track her life was rolling on; read it some more to remind her of the conviction she felt when she wrote those same words... OK. So she didn't actually say that. I was just being my usual put-some-drama-in-it self. Her drift was dramatic in itself, in any case. Touche was actually the first word that entered my mind. But then, I was never one to plan how twenty years of my life would span out, so I wasn't at all relative to those who know without doubt what they want to be once mid-life crisis strikes. I could only imagine the amount of pride they feel after the achievement of a (very) long term goal, or, if otherwise, what terrible disappointment it must be.
I did have my fair share of accomplishments, mind. Acing grade school, receiving a few academic awards, managing to get into one of the most recognized universities in the country. But those accomplishments didn't seem to matter much then. I don't see how they would start now. Disappointments were everywhere, but I tried not to think much of them either. See, somehow, I've evolved to be the cynic, the sarcastic, and the unbeliever. The point of being a control freak (i.e. writing a packed schedule for the next fifty years of your life in one of those heavy and sleek Starbucks planner) lost me somewhere in the Jurassic Period. So what unbiased puzzlement I had left surfaced when I began listening in rapt attention to her life plans.
At twenty-three, she was done with her MA, was teaching university, and plans to take her PhD next year. All in perfect order, she told. I couldn't help feeling a slight twinge of envy as I mentally reviewed my life: twenty years old, still in Uni, and wouldn't be out of it until the next national election. Or, until my mom has had enough of sending me to school, whichever comes first.
“Did you know, class, that there is this study that says 'If you don't make your first million when you're thirty, then you're never gonna make one'?”
Whatthehell?
I actually panicked underneath. I desperately wanted to make my first million bucks before I turned thirty-one. Seriously!After the shock, she justified that when you're thirty, you start to have more responsibilities, like having a family of your own for instance. The million need not be in $$$cash$$$ either, real assets are also accounted for. And, of course, it was just a study some silly researcher did. However scholarly they were when it comes to statistics or whatever research license god gave them, that doesn't make their (stupid) study a universal fact of life. It wasn't something like two plus two equals four, no. And it was most foolish of me not to have thought so. But it affected me somehow. I kind of figured then, inside me, that I had to have that million come 2017. And although I realized that 2017 would only give me seven years after college, I still felt this thirst to prove something. And just like that, I – cynical, sarcastic and unbelieving – had set my first goal in my own VMOKRAPI.
Everybody was so absorbed in her stories I didn’t think any one of us actually saw the checker come and do his job. She talked about taking her sweet time finishing her MA while her contemporaries crammed each semester with as much subjects as permissible. She wondered why they were in such a hurry to graduate when “ang saya-saya kayang mag-aral!” She worked while studying (because that was how she wrote her VMOKRAPI), while also learning German at yet another school. She looked well enough like she came from an upper class family that I laughed when she joked about her mom lecturing her exasperatedly when she, for the nth time, asked her for tuition fee for German school. It was a joke, wasn’t it?
She mentioned opportunities here and abroad that she was looking at once she finished her PhD. It all sounded so fascinating that for a few minutes, I considered changing career paths and imagining the grandiose of having a PhD as my ammo in the complex art of job hunting.
“Masaklap s’ya,” was how she described her first job. She had opted for office work over the perpetually growing bandwagon of telemarketing in the country, and in turn faced the horror of being the newbie (not to mention freshie out of Uni). She was told to prepare the menus of the meetings, do six sets of Xerox copies of this and that, and such other trivialities my little brother is perfectly capable of doing. Neither did she receive the simplest thank you for her tasks well done.
I’m not entirely sure if she had said it or it was just a product of my almighty brain (specifically the part that is responsible for over the head imagination), but I thought I heard that her boss, who by the way she said had female canine tendencies, ordered her to make her (boss) a cup of coffee. She had to remind herself that her college degree wasn't limited to just fixing the superiors up some brewed beans. I thought it resembled somehow the initiation they traditionally do on neophytes in fraternities, minus of course the physical pain. She resigned the morning after a particularly heated argument with her boss. Apparently, it involved a line said in incredulity to her: “Where is your logic?!” To think that between the two of them, Mancenido was the one with the philosophy major. Talk about barking (pun intended) up the wrong tree.
One of the most condescending maxims in Philippine history was also dropped to her once by a colleague. “Papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ‘ko.” To which she replied smartly, “Tama ka nga. Pero ‘yung napuntahan mo lalagpasan ko pa.” Wow. Did this girl invent the phrase ‘bring it’ or what? I don’t think I am yet in the possession of razor-sharp wits and sarcasm that are required to come up with retorts like that. Or indeed, the confidence to actually say that to someone who substantially has more words in their resume. It was a tad disrespectful of her, yes, but what the hell, being haughty and condescending is nowhere near saintly either.
The twinge of envy I had felt for her before was replaced with a surge of pride as I etched the words in my mind, subconsciously preparing for when I myself would have to utter the same stinging come back. Bring it on.
Alas, it was time to go, the hour was up. And what a surprising hour it turned out to be. It wasn't such a waste of time as I had expected to be after all, I actually thought I learned more in the past hour than in all the dragging meetings I had with my Philosophy teacher for a whole semester altogether. And I wanted to say that exactly to her as I passed her table on the way out but somehow the cat got my tongue. It bit it, stomped on it, flattened it, crapped on it and still my smile refused to come off. It plastered itself on my face like some heavy duty spellotape. I realized that my respect for the person whose first name I had deemed more immaterial than the exact location of Timbuktu has just gone up and through the CS roof.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
who the fuck is string quartet? and why for the love of everything good havent i heard of them before??
Ask yourself the same question after you listened.
dream pop it is.
dream pop it is.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
i make khristy's day!
because when you were right next to me, we were busy making fun of other people? ...no? ...that was more mo and mon and aris? oh yeah... jesus i miss those guys. and their antics. and us laughing at their antics... believe it or fucking not, i dont see aris and mon any more than you do and our phonelines share the same country code. say, could we be any better friends? sigh. hey, let's play pretend and buy packs of donutholes on the way to sleep over at mo's this weekend to finish up on brainwracking MPs for sir chua and then stay up until the ungodly hours of the morning just talking and gossiping and eating and drinking and fooling around and leaving all the schoolwork to rot. man, that'd be exciting.
i make khristy's day!
now enough of my gibberish.
it's eatin up all this too-little space they allot for comments made at three in the morning. comments by people who miss to those who are missed. very very sorely.
i make khristy's day!
mo, mon, aris, tets: ~said ill always be your friend, took an oath, ima stick it out til the end~
shit. mon's MIA in the photo. my deepest apologies.
oh, did i mention i make khristy's day?
i make khristy's day!
now enough of my gibberish.
it's eatin up all this too-little space they allot for comments made at three in the morning. comments by people who miss to those who are missed. very very sorely.
i make khristy's day!
mo, mon, aris, tets: ~said ill always be your friend, took an oath, ima stick it out til the end~
shit. mon's MIA in the photo. my deepest apologies.
oh, did i mention i make khristy's day?
Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future.
Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose somethin' else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- 'Renton' boy, Trainspotting
Monday, June 18, 2007
sweetest downfall
Samson. I heard this for the first time in PBB season two (yeah, I watch that crap). They play parts of the song whenever some love(?) shit comes up. That much predictable, the show is. Who'd have thought you could actually find something simultaneously entertaining and sensible on tv? I'm talking about the song, dumbass, not the love shit. I felt I had to hear the whole song for myself, whatever it took.
I have always been impressed by Regina Spektor. This girl is something else. Take some of her songs from the album Begin To Hope: Fidelity. On The Radio. Better. The quirky lines are too ordinary it amuses me to no end how they spur meaning nothing short of brilliant. "If I kiss you where it's sore, would you feel better?" Really.
Now I'm all too familiar with Samson and Delilah's story just as everyone else is. What I didn't know was if Delilah came out repentant (or even just plain regretful) in the end..? Nevertheless, when I heard this particular part "Oh I cut his hair myself one night/ A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light/ And he told me that I'd done alright/ And kissed me 'til the mornin' light" all my insides melted somewhat. I mean, Samson couldn't play the "dakilang martir" archetype any more than that, but man, the message of that shit just surpassed the abysmal perception of cliches. Ah, love, it's definition escapes us all.
Samson
Regina Spektor
I have always been impressed by Regina Spektor. This girl is something else. Take some of her songs from the album Begin To Hope: Fidelity. On The Radio. Better. The quirky lines are too ordinary it amuses me to no end how they spur meaning nothing short of brilliant. "If I kiss you where it's sore, would you feel better?" Really.
Now I'm all too familiar with Samson and Delilah's story just as everyone else is. What I didn't know was if Delilah came out repentant (or even just plain regretful) in the end..? Nevertheless, when I heard this particular part "Oh I cut his hair myself one night/ A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light/ And he told me that I'd done alright/ And kissed me 'til the mornin' light" all my insides melted somewhat. I mean, Samson couldn't play the "dakilang martir" archetype any more than that, but man, the message of that shit just surpassed the abysmal perception of cliches. Ah, love, it's definition escapes us all.
Samson
Regina Spektor
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
Thursday, June 14, 2007
election epilogue
This is a response to a good friend's blog entry. I'm not waging war, no. I just hope I haven't struck anything below the belt.
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Point taken.
Maitanong ko lang, nasagi na ba kahit minasan sa isipan mo ang kahihinatnan ng bansang ito kung ang lahat ng Pilipino ay magkakaroon ng mentalidad patungkol sa eleksyon na hindi nalalayo sa mga paniniwala mo? Magkaroon pa kaya tayo ng mga pampublikong paaralan? Mga ospital kaya? Murang gamot na tayo mismo ang tumatamasa tuwing mababasa ng ulan?
Siguro, oo. Madami namang mga NGO na handang tumulong at magbigay.
Siguro, oo. Pero gaano ba tayo kasigurado?
I haven't the littlest right in saying this being it your own choice and any say whatsoever from me is unsought for, but really, can being apolitical truly mean you care when you yourself declared your proud partaking in that "unregistered-what-do-we-care club"? How can a person care when they treat election -- a national move to try and straighten out the complications pulling this country to even greater depths -- as immaterial and futile? It's relieving to hear that you still aim for change, having dissed everything there is to do with the local political system. You did say "political system" and not "politicians", which leaves me to assume you haven't yet deemed every politician out there as some selfish wolf doing everything it can to burn down the Philippines. How's that for insensibility?
Siguro hindi ito kaso ng paniniwala at pagdududang politikal. Tama. Nasa kagustuhan nga ng bawat Pilipino na umunlad ang sagot. Ngunit kahit iisa ang layunin kung magkahiwalay na paraan naman ang paiiralin (especially if they are the total opposite of each other), matutupad pa kaya ang mga kagustuhang ito?
I don't believe in god but I have never stopped believing in the good in every person, politician or not. And I haven't given up hope for this country basically because we are not as hopeless as most think we are, as most say we are. You say you've lost all hope. I say have you tried some faith lately?
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I love you Aris, nothing homo whatsoever. LOL. And you did a great article btw!
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Point taken.
Maitanong ko lang, nasagi na ba kahit minasan sa isipan mo ang kahihinatnan ng bansang ito kung ang lahat ng Pilipino ay magkakaroon ng mentalidad patungkol sa eleksyon na hindi nalalayo sa mga paniniwala mo? Magkaroon pa kaya tayo ng mga pampublikong paaralan? Mga ospital kaya? Murang gamot na tayo mismo ang tumatamasa tuwing mababasa ng ulan?
Siguro, oo. Madami namang mga NGO na handang tumulong at magbigay.
Siguro, oo. Pero gaano ba tayo kasigurado?
I haven't the littlest right in saying this being it your own choice and any say whatsoever from me is unsought for, but really, can being apolitical truly mean you care when you yourself declared your proud partaking in that "unregistered-what-do-we-care club"? How can a person care when they treat election -- a national move to try and straighten out the complications pulling this country to even greater depths -- as immaterial and futile? It's relieving to hear that you still aim for change, having dissed everything there is to do with the local political system. You did say "political system" and not "politicians", which leaves me to assume you haven't yet deemed every politician out there as some selfish wolf doing everything it can to burn down the Philippines. How's that for insensibility?
Siguro hindi ito kaso ng paniniwala at pagdududang politikal. Tama. Nasa kagustuhan nga ng bawat Pilipino na umunlad ang sagot. Ngunit kahit iisa ang layunin kung magkahiwalay na paraan naman ang paiiralin (especially if they are the total opposite of each other), matutupad pa kaya ang mga kagustuhang ito?
I don't believe in god but I have never stopped believing in the good in every person, politician or not. And I haven't given up hope for this country basically because we are not as hopeless as most think we are, as most say we are. You say you've lost all hope. I say have you tried some faith lately?
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I love you Aris, nothing homo whatsoever. LOL. And you did a great article btw!
playlist numero quatro
It's the first time imeem, my web source of all them great nombre, has failed me. Hard as I tried, the most decent thing imeem came up with when I checked (and mind you, check i did)was this fucking How I Go (Yellowcard) snippet, probably from some promotional website. The same thing happened with World by Five For Fighting. Dear me, like, I've just realized this is the most pressing problem I have right now. How did my life get to be this boring?
One of my better find Beautiful (Patrick Nuo) is catchy --too catchy really--, but Teenagers (MCR) is way catchier. Bowling For Soup material! Google up the lyrics and know what I mean. Hi Mr. Way.
Collide (Dishwalla), Nightswimming (DC) and First Time (Lifehouse) meanwhile are songs that I've tagged worthy the first time I heard them. A fact that is already established: I am gonna be liking a song (any song) done by these bands, 'cause them bands, they're like, my babies (shit, that dint come outta the way i wanted it to, diddit?). All good plays. Nightswimming is actually a cover of Dashboard; originally by REM. I've heard the original and it sucked, sorry REM. Oh and on a related topic, Stolen by DC is getting overly tremendous airplay everywhere nowadays I hate it. I wanna keep the song for myself! Wah!
Cannonball is one of those tracks that puts you to sleep to dream of clouds and waterfalls and all that cliche. Perfect. LOL. But exactly how can stones teach you levitation? I wouldn't say no to some tutorial, Rocky.
And the best one in this playlist? Drumroll, please! Love It When You Call by The Feeling! Wicked pop!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
to: Assumpta Technical High School Class of 03
Hiya dudes.
I'm doing this post so I could get some news from all of ya, so click on the 'comments' link of this entry and start typing like you never did before:
Oh and, crucial details --name, location, and whatever it is you're up to at the moment(school, work, board exams.. the stuff)-- are not to be ommited please. Don't go anonymous on me now!
Thereafter feel free to put any of your kwentos, happenings, invites, greetings, curses and what-have-yous. So this'll be sorta like a bulletin board for our class, but not. ^^
Thanks people.
I'm doing this post so I could get some news from all of ya, so click on the 'comments' link of this entry and start typing like you never did before:
Oh and, crucial details --name, location, and whatever it is you're up to at the moment(school, work, board exams.. the stuff)-- are not to be ommited please. Don't go anonymous on me now!
Thereafter feel free to put any of your kwentos, happenings, invites, greetings, curses and what-have-yous. So this'll be sorta like a bulletin board for our class, but not. ^^
Thanks people.
Monday, May 21, 2007
totally unrelated images
enrollment's just arount the corner
can't wait to see you guys...
don't need no caption
(from marie's friendster profile)
i feel so.
i want sumbody to say that to.
haha.
mush over.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
summer
is almost over. how cliche does that sound?
yeah. a week more of school and were saying bye-bye.
bye-bye to (hardly)new teachs. i feel somehow lucky to have ramos and villa-something --im like real lousy with names, especially my professors names. yeah im a bastard of a pupil-- in my two summer classes. ones one of the best in adamson in terms of teaching, and the others extremely lax with us students(like she dismisses a 2-hour class in a little morean 30 minutes) and we end up still learning something from her.
bye-bye to (hardly)new classmates-slash-friends-slash-slash-slash. i so hope though that i see more of those people i rubbed shoulders, palms, fingers and whatnots with in the coming semester/s: maria(aka dolly aka max), faust(buldit), oliver, apple, ann, tracy. from lunch buddies to aussie accent tutors to partners in chem-lab-crime, all cool people ^^ (funny: i fuckin still cant believe my lab partners dint know that 'must have been' is a grammatically correct phrase. i had to sing 'it must have been love' just to prove to them i was right, for chrissake. the philippines is goin down to the dogs)
oh and bye-bye to them chemical formulas that i learned to appreciate overnight.
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i did some excersise that dint make me lose half a pound or achieve a better build. although i do think i helped the country one way or another. i voted. plus, i learned one new thing: blasted ink really is indelible, i used to think people just made that up. moron attack. ugh.
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WHY OH FUCKING GOD IS IT SOO HOT IN THIS COUNTRY???
its so hot the single airconditioners always on at home.
its so hot youd never catch me riding jeepneys anymore.
its so hot i sweat like a pig even after a shower.
its so hot i sweat even more in the friggin freakin fuckin chem lab on the fourth floor.
its so hot a girl in my class fainted in the same laboratory, landing on the floor with a reeally nasty thud.
its so hot its not funny anymore.
aah. complaining is so so refreshing.
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omg.
people have graduated without me even knowing. i definitely lag with these types of news. anyway, i wanna say congratualtions and goodluck to yall: marie, ronald, diane, angelie (shit. who else in the group graduated, pray tell); richelle, richelle (yes, i actually know two richelles in this lifetime), jao. and sorry i dint come(to those who actually invited me) and see you someday in our 'adulthood'. an extra sorry (sincerely)to marie who requested a description of her to put in her grad book and i said shure and i never got to doing it. such an a-hole. im still figurin out how to mekkit up to ya. sooon.
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heroes.
goddamn. this show is good(please put as much american accent to 'good' as youre able to). emerald must be pissed off at me by now. i promised her to lend my copy but then again it wasnt MY copy at all so i kinda had technical problems with all that shit. soon ems. sorry. ^^
back to the program. last year, about september-october, i heard so much fuss about this up and coming show on nbc. the network promised it to be big, and it was. they promised it to be on a whole new level, and it was. you people have got to see the show. my whole(almost) family had a dvd marathon and almost skipped lunch. if the characters(and their abilities) dont get you hooked up then the plot with its twists and surprises will. think telenovela(minus the mush-drama) + x-men(minus the spandex costumes) + 24(minus jack bauer, hoho). so that combination might not really have an attractive product, but i am not overrating it. see for yahself. just dont watch it on rpn9 cause they cut way more scenes than desirable, in effect ruining the moment(im talking about ali larter doin a striptease for her customer huggerz over the webcam). oh yeah, hayden panettaries power is soo cool. or at least the power of visual effects is.
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beware of dvds of new seasons of some shows. im talking about those that havent even yet started their tv showing in the united states. cause these piraters(china?) have a way of getting hold of their goods even before the network owning these shows make money with em. bad. and i am so hypocritical right now. anyway, just dont buy em yet if you dont wanna waste your bucks. my uncle bought 24 season 6 and i was greatly amazed he dint cuss the lord and the saints when we found out the disc only had four fuckin eppies. i was once scouring these illegal dvd stores and spotted a veronica mars season 3 that got me excited to the core. thank god i had it tried on a player first because i never will pay 65 pesos for nine episodes of veronica mars no matter how i love the show. dang.
~~~
this post is getting to be way longer than i planned buh i still have to write about anime. haha, go away if you dont like anime.
i finished 2 seasons of avatar, the legend of aang in like two days. its this show on nickelodeon thats really impressive. from the screenplay to the animation to the script. one factor that got me is that i dint have to read subtitles that sometimes tend to irritate me. but then again, detective academy Q is in japanese but i dint mind them subtitles. thass how good that one is. way better than detective conan. i really dig detective shit. and i am so running out of witty vocabulary i should probably end this entry right ----> here.
yeah. a week more of school and were saying bye-bye.
bye-bye to (hardly)new teachs. i feel somehow lucky to have ramos and villa-something --im like real lousy with names, especially my professors names. yeah im a bastard of a pupil-- in my two summer classes. ones one of the best in adamson in terms of teaching, and the others extremely lax with us students(like she dismisses a 2-hour class in a little morean 30 minutes) and we end up still learning something from her.
bye-bye to (hardly)new classmates-slash-friends-slash-slash-slash. i so hope though that i see more of those people i rubbed shoulders, palms, fingers and whatnots with in the coming semester/s: maria(aka dolly aka max), faust(buldit), oliver, apple, ann, tracy. from lunch buddies to aussie accent tutors to partners in chem-lab-crime, all cool people ^^ (funny: i fuckin still cant believe my lab partners dint know that 'must have been' is a grammatically correct phrase. i had to sing 'it must have been love' just to prove to them i was right, for chrissake. the philippines is goin down to the dogs)
oh and bye-bye to them chemical formulas that i learned to appreciate overnight.
~~~
i did some excersise that dint make me lose half a pound or achieve a better build. although i do think i helped the country one way or another. i voted. plus, i learned one new thing: blasted ink really is indelible, i used to think people just made that up. moron attack. ugh.
~~~
WHY OH FUCKING GOD IS IT SOO HOT IN THIS COUNTRY???
its so hot the single airconditioners always on at home.
its so hot youd never catch me riding jeepneys anymore.
its so hot i sweat like a pig even after a shower.
its so hot i sweat even more in the friggin freakin fuckin chem lab on the fourth floor.
its so hot a girl in my class fainted in the same laboratory, landing on the floor with a reeally nasty thud.
its so hot its not funny anymore.
aah. complaining is so so refreshing.
~~~
omg.
people have graduated without me even knowing. i definitely lag with these types of news. anyway, i wanna say congratualtions and goodluck to yall: marie, ronald, diane, angelie (shit. who else in the group graduated, pray tell); richelle, richelle (yes, i actually know two richelles in this lifetime), jao. and sorry i dint come(to those who actually invited me) and see you someday in our 'adulthood'. an extra sorry (sincerely)to marie who requested a description of her to put in her grad book and i said shure and i never got to doing it. such an a-hole. im still figurin out how to mekkit up to ya. sooon.
~~~
heroes.
goddamn. this show is good(please put as much american accent to 'good' as youre able to). emerald must be pissed off at me by now. i promised her to lend my copy but then again it wasnt MY copy at all so i kinda had technical problems with all that shit. soon ems. sorry. ^^
back to the program. last year, about september-october, i heard so much fuss about this up and coming show on nbc. the network promised it to be big, and it was. they promised it to be on a whole new level, and it was. you people have got to see the show. my whole(almost) family had a dvd marathon and almost skipped lunch. if the characters(and their abilities) dont get you hooked up then the plot with its twists and surprises will. think telenovela(minus the mush-drama) + x-men(minus the spandex costumes) + 24(minus jack bauer, hoho). so that combination might not really have an attractive product, but i am not overrating it. see for yahself. just dont watch it on rpn9 cause they cut way more scenes than desirable, in effect ruining the moment(im talking about ali larter doin a striptease for her customer huggerz over the webcam). oh yeah, hayden panettaries power is soo cool. or at least the power of visual effects is.
~~~
beware of dvds of new seasons of some shows. im talking about those that havent even yet started their tv showing in the united states. cause these piraters(china?) have a way of getting hold of their goods even before the network owning these shows make money with em. bad. and i am so hypocritical right now. anyway, just dont buy em yet if you dont wanna waste your bucks. my uncle bought 24 season 6 and i was greatly amazed he dint cuss the lord and the saints when we found out the disc only had four fuckin eppies. i was once scouring these illegal dvd stores and spotted a veronica mars season 3 that got me excited to the core. thank god i had it tried on a player first because i never will pay 65 pesos for nine episodes of veronica mars no matter how i love the show. dang.
~~~
this post is getting to be way longer than i planned buh i still have to write about anime. haha, go away if you dont like anime.
i finished 2 seasons of avatar, the legend of aang in like two days. its this show on nickelodeon thats really impressive. from the screenplay to the animation to the script. one factor that got me is that i dint have to read subtitles that sometimes tend to irritate me. but then again, detective academy Q is in japanese but i dint mind them subtitles. thass how good that one is. way better than detective conan. i really dig detective shit. and i am so running out of witty vocabulary i should probably end this entry right ----> here.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
playlist number 3
sit too soon?
was just bored.
great songs to pass time. ^^
i'm curious about ben jelen.
thas one nice track he got.
i think i heard him some before.
was just bored.
great songs to pass time. ^^
i'm curious about ben jelen.
thas one nice track he got.
i think i heard him some before.
Incoming
'I'm registered.'
At this time in the Philippines, that phrase could correlate only to one thing: election. Although seemingly, as heated as the coming election is, I tend to hear that phrase only faintly in the background, overshadowed most of the time with timid (but far too many to be anymore silent than a whale carrying a tune) voices outdoing themselves with reasons of sorts. Ever heard "Ha? Naku, hindi naman kasi ako na-inform agad eh, nung nalaman ko tapos na 'yung registrations." Or the slightly prouder "Like, duh. Like,it's so hot kaya outside! Like, who would naman wanna spend a whole day waiting in line, da ba??" (Have you ever encountered such redundancy of the word?) Thankfully, I have yet to hear someone say "Ba't pa 'ko magpapa-register eh isa lang naman ang boto ko. As if mababago nun ang palakaran sa Pilipinas. Punyeta, wala na tayong pag-asa."
Geez.
The excuses we come up with to make up for our irresponsibility complexes.
I opt not to be much reactive to the first two excuses, due to the fact that I sometimes offer the same lame what-nots with the usual whatever. Just, please, exercise in your life even just a weeny bit of patriotism. Oh, and grow up, man (the same advice back at me? You bet).
The third one is probably the most nasty crime to commit during elections. It basically shouts out for all to hear how incorrect your idea of elections is. People bordering this line of thinking almost always have the right stuff in them but, alas, directs all that energy towards the (totally) OPPOSITE direction. I mean, politically motivated? Yes. Politically motivated to prosper? Um, not exactly.
I sure hope none of you guys who failed to register sports such (shameful? stupid?) excuse.
Remember that being passive will only carry you as high up as the tides will allow. Trying, on one hand, may not be enough to get you 'there', but on the other, will certainly push you at least a step closer.
Let's not give up on the Philippines. I'm NOT giving up on it, no matter how many times I say I want to get out of it (who's to blame? The weather is just wicked hot). Kudos to you all who will vote (wisely) a week from now.
Toodles ^^
At this time in the Philippines, that phrase could correlate only to one thing: election. Although seemingly, as heated as the coming election is, I tend to hear that phrase only faintly in the background, overshadowed most of the time with timid (but far too many to be anymore silent than a whale carrying a tune) voices outdoing themselves with reasons of sorts. Ever heard "Ha? Naku, hindi naman kasi ako na-inform agad eh, nung nalaman ko tapos na 'yung registrations." Or the slightly prouder "Like, duh. Like,it's so hot kaya outside! Like, who would naman wanna spend a whole day waiting in line, da ba??" (Have you ever encountered such redundancy of the word?) Thankfully, I have yet to hear someone say "Ba't pa 'ko magpapa-register eh isa lang naman ang boto ko. As if mababago nun ang palakaran sa Pilipinas. Punyeta, wala na tayong pag-asa."
Geez.
The excuses we come up with to make up for our irresponsibility complexes.
I opt not to be much reactive to the first two excuses, due to the fact that I sometimes offer the same lame what-nots with the usual whatever. Just, please, exercise in your life even just a weeny bit of patriotism. Oh, and grow up, man (the same advice back at me? You bet).
The third one is probably the most nasty crime to commit during elections. It basically shouts out for all to hear how incorrect your idea of elections is. People bordering this line of thinking almost always have the right stuff in them but, alas, directs all that energy towards the (totally) OPPOSITE direction. I mean, politically motivated? Yes. Politically motivated to prosper? Um, not exactly.
I sure hope none of you guys who failed to register sports such (shameful? stupid?) excuse.
Remember that being passive will only carry you as high up as the tides will allow. Trying, on one hand, may not be enough to get you 'there', but on the other, will certainly push you at least a step closer.
Let's not give up on the Philippines. I'm NOT giving up on it, no matter how many times I say I want to get out of it (who's to blame? The weather is just wicked hot). Kudos to you all who will vote (wisely) a week from now.
Toodles ^^
Friday, May 04, 2007
bye bye
It's already over
if I stayed here
I'd only make you cry.
It's already over
We can't move forward
So let's move on...
Bye-bye
if I stayed here
I'd only make you cry.
It's already over
We can't move forward
So let's move on...
Bye-bye
i find i move on way too easily.
nut that bad a thing, zit?
Thursday, April 26, 2007
playlist number two
Fuck art. I’ve gotta get out of the basement. I’ve gotta see the world. I’ve gotta make a difference!
- gerard way
where now..
oh right,
why don't i start the entry with my most recent playlist then, although i am not entirely sure if these tracks are particularly 'recent'. enjoy em all the same.
i don't love you has been my unbeatable favorite now for ages. im seriously considering it better than under pressure. like, the song makes me remember what-nots and what-have-yous until now im unable to identify. thats how great i think the track is. you gotta love mcr. and lets not forget that gerard boy who sings his heart out im queer for him. lol
im not too fond of nutini, i actually think hes some sorry ass loser who i confuse repeatedly with james blunt(whos just as hateful). these streets aint that bad though.
ben folds five. now thats art. brick is one of those subtle songs with great great lyrics ive learned to love the band for. i fold.
i didnt even know who nerina pallot was until this song. its not surprising cos she has that sorta voice youd basically call average, the kind youd most likely forget after 6 other songs were played in your station. not to mention, sophia was nowhere near an inkling for me as the title of that track. whatever happened to plain old pronunciation of names?
bowling for soup. i could just scream! when we die is actually slow and serious in comparison to their usual upbeat, quirky and irritatingly word-rhyming tracks. i could just scream again!
look after you. the fray. all at once is better than this un, but, really, ANY fray track is good enuff for me.
i havent heard a dashboard in such a long time, but when i heard stolen and found it way impressive, i forgive them for not keeping in touch. i am such a forgiving person. damnit.
ill prolly end it here, but theres just so much id like to tell. coming up:
heroes, 24, avatar, dds, heat waves, sorries, graduations, exercising your rights, dang i wanna be a radio dj, summer classes, new teachs, new friends, new???
keep rawkin.
whoa. that dont even sound like me.
ciao.
foreplay
shit.
dead cold for morran a month just dont do it some for my writing career, do it now? the thing is, all throughout the friigggin 3week break from school, ideas and quirks worth of starving kept poppin, and each time, it was second nature for me to like mentally word my entries. and they were fuckin perfect.
but now tha im seated here staring at the monitor like its sum entertaining episode of heroes, i cant remember shit. nuthin. man its frustrating.
there. now least ive written(try skipping the tt when saying that. sounds perfect.) something to warm my fingers up.
ill cum back to yall.
give me 30.
dead cold for morran a month just dont do it some for my writing career, do it now? the thing is, all throughout the friigggin 3week break from school, ideas and quirks worth of starving kept poppin, and each time, it was second nature for me to like mentally word my entries. and they were fuckin perfect.
but now tha im seated here staring at the monitor like its sum entertaining episode of heroes, i cant remember shit. nuthin. man its frustrating.
there. now least ive written(try skipping the tt when saying that. sounds perfect.) something to warm my fingers up.
ill cum back to yall.
give me 30.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Harold and Kumar update!
Ok, so it won't actually be titled Harold and Kumar go to Amsterdam (thanks to Wikipedia for that tidbit), but still the idea of a sequel for the laugh-trip Whitecastle movie is enough to get me all agitated, hah hah. I'll keep looking for updates about this.
sidenote: Kal Penn was in Epic Movie. A really lousy movie. Really reeeally lousy movie. Think recycled Scary Movie (the movie came from the same producers and director, at least let's give them that) minus of course the appeal of originality (don't make me start on that Zathura-Jumanji crap). Plus, if you ain't a movie buff, you'll prolly have a difficult time keeping up with the spoofs and parodies because they just pop the screen in rapid gunfire succession.
ciao.
Monday, February 26, 2007
the beauty in ugly. more like, where's beauty? coz ugly is all over the damned place.
The Beauty In Ugly
Jason Mraz
ok, so i'm nut really listenin to it like i'd listen to bowling for soup (cos i been listenin to these guys like mad this weekend) because i keep imagining salsa dancers when i hear it, and it is one sight i'll not enjoy anytime soon.
i just heard it over the radio the other day. nonetheless my interest was piqued when they mentioned the song was for the soundtrack of Ugly Betty -- the American version of Betty La Fea.
now if you dare say you aint got no clue who Betty is, you're either some liar who thinks they're plushly above the ghetto society, or you haven't been in the philippines the last couple of years. and no, you can't be in between.
there's good stuff in the lyrics, i tell you now.
it fits the show like mittens on hands.
Like: Don't believe in leaving normal just to satisfy demand is mighty agreeable to evryone and anyone who hasn't yet turned into the cynic most others end up in this prejudiced world we inhabit.
really, Betty's story is just what it is: fiction. mind-product. not true. nadah.
the only way the opressed Betties of today will forge forward through and over them emaciated foulmouths of the glamorous is if they won an obscene amount of greens (or in the philippines' case purples/yellows/blues) in the lottery and decided to have the innate damages in their physiology repaired under scalpels and laserbeams.
and even after all the hassle o being cut up, when they have all become as perfect as Mikey's David, they would still have that invisble placard on their foreheads that screams "I had my nose done!"
exactly where is the beauty in that?
so take a hike, Jason, because all i see is ugly.
inside AND out.
fine then. i guess i'm a cynic too.
Jason Mraz
ok, so i'm nut really listenin to it like i'd listen to bowling for soup (cos i been listenin to these guys like mad this weekend) because i keep imagining salsa dancers when i hear it, and it is one sight i'll not enjoy anytime soon.
i just heard it over the radio the other day. nonetheless my interest was piqued when they mentioned the song was for the soundtrack of Ugly Betty -- the American version of Betty La Fea.
now if you dare say you aint got no clue who Betty is, you're either some liar who thinks they're plushly above the ghetto society, or you haven't been in the philippines the last couple of years. and no, you can't be in between.
there's good stuff in the lyrics, i tell you now.
it fits the show like mittens on hands.
Like: Don't believe in leaving normal just to satisfy demand is mighty agreeable to evryone and anyone who hasn't yet turned into the cynic most others end up in this prejudiced world we inhabit.
really, Betty's story is just what it is: fiction. mind-product. not true. nadah.
the only way the opressed Betties of today will forge forward through and over them emaciated foulmouths of the glamorous is if they won an obscene amount of greens (or in the philippines' case purples/yellows/blues) in the lottery and decided to have the innate damages in their physiology repaired under scalpels and laserbeams.
and even after all the hassle o being cut up, when they have all become as perfect as Mikey's David, they would still have that invisble placard on their foreheads that screams "I had my nose done!"
exactly where is the beauty in that?
so take a hike, Jason, because all i see is ugly.
inside AND out.
fine then. i guess i'm a cynic too.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
i have a thing for piano people
I have a thing for piano people and it is a humongous disappointment for me that I don't know how to play the damned instrument.
Awfuck.
I haven't really noticed until recently, but I now find that I sprout immense liking for songs done by artists that opt to pour forth their music through graceful dances of fingertips on ivory, more so than those produced by mere strings and/or percussions.
Just beautiful.
I still am not aware exactly of with which band all this fascination started but musicians as early as Coldplay, Dave Matthews Band and Five For Fighting probably struck the match for the flame. And then came Daniel Powter, New Radicals, Vanessa Carlton, Evanescence, Jamie Cullum, Hanson, Alicia Keys, Keane, Sarah McLaughlan and even some artists that showcase in their tracklists a flair of the delightful keyboards: Lifehouse, John Mayer, Train, Dishwalla, The All American Rejects, Matchbox 20, Teddy Geigher, Tori Amos, Regina Spektor and a most recent personal pick, The Fray. And then some.
And not just some some, mind you.
I am talking about the talented band Augustana.
I heard one overwhelming song -- BOSTON -- and I was wicked hooked. These guys are as far as far out possible.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
terabithia comes to life
Bridge
to
TERABITHIA
oh my fucking god.
you would never in the depths of limbo imagine how excited i got when i saw the trailer of this movie on tv the other day. the only book tha made me cry. talk about pussy eh? and to think its a friggin kids book!
oh well, that was back in freshie high school so am nut really tha concerned anymore. i mean, it happened when i was going thru the innocence phase, back in the times when i felt that gryffindor winning over slytherin in a quidditch match was a moving moment. i was actually hearing 'we are the champions' blaring inside my head while reading that. honest. whoakay. sombody tell me they went thru that innocence stage as well, cos id be feeling really really stupid if you didnt.
craparoo.
anyway, to anyone who likes kids books like me -- kids books that make sense, mind you all -- i suggest Terabithia. a reaally beautiful read. and short too so ya wont be bored like me over frodo.
ok, so the movie's tagline("Discover a place that will never leave you, and a friendship that will change you forever") is way mush-over. i also think that they concentrated much on the fantasy part of the story, which isnt surprising cos making good bucks is the first and foremost priority in this industry. its just that i didnt expect it to look so... Narnia, if you know what i mean. read the book and agree.
anyhow, feb 16 in the US, and ive no idea when itll be shown here in PI but i am definitely gonna catch that movie.
ciao.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
psycho bitch from Hell
Orson
LOL.
sorry for flooding.
really good songs, i swear.
real good. way catchy. love it.
this was the outtro song of some juvenile djs in some radio channel (sorry but alzheimer complex struck again) that got me curious. it struck me funny that they were singing the same line off-key over and over and over again throughout their show with overflowing gusto i thought they were drunk. the line? And you're a psycho bitch from Hell.
ALREADY OVER
Orson
Bright Idea
Cue the music,
Curtain falls,
The lights all fade to gray.
Don't think there'll be an encore
For our secret Passion Play.
It's time to play the final card
In a game I now despise.
To me it seems so obvious-
To you it's such a big surprise.
It's already over-
If I stayed here, I'd only make you cry.
It's already over-
We can't move forward,
So let's move on...
Bye-bye.
They say parting is such sweet sorrow,
But I'm still looking for the sweet.
I feel just like a baby-
These tears don't miss a beat.
And I'd rather be anyone but Here
And anyplace else but Me.
I'll just climb inside my head awhile-
My demons have a date with me.
It's already over-
if I stayed here, I'd only make you cry.
It's already over-
We can't move forward,
So let's move on...
Bye-bye.
So go ahead, and hate me now
For breaking-up on the phone.
But I know that I'd crack if i saw your face-
I deserve to be alone.
And I hate that i still love you, girl-
And I only wish you well.
But i'll never be man enough for you,
And you're a psycho bitch from Hell.
It's already over-
If I stayed here, I'd only make you cry.
It's already over-
We can't move forward,
So let's move on...
Bye-bye.
So long.
Farewell.
Bye-bye
LOL.
sorry for flooding.
really good songs, i swear.
real good. way catchy. love it.
this was the outtro song of some juvenile djs in some radio channel (sorry but alzheimer complex struck again) that got me curious. it struck me funny that they were singing the same line off-key over and over and over again throughout their show with overflowing gusto i thought they were drunk. the line? And you're a psycho bitch from Hell.
ALREADY OVER
Orson
Bright Idea
Cue the music,
Curtain falls,
The lights all fade to gray.
Don't think there'll be an encore
For our secret Passion Play.
It's time to play the final card
In a game I now despise.
To me it seems so obvious-
To you it's such a big surprise.
It's already over-
If I stayed here, I'd only make you cry.
It's already over-
We can't move forward,
So let's move on...
Bye-bye.
They say parting is such sweet sorrow,
But I'm still looking for the sweet.
I feel just like a baby-
These tears don't miss a beat.
And I'd rather be anyone but Here
And anyplace else but Me.
I'll just climb inside my head awhile-
My demons have a date with me.
It's already over-
if I stayed here, I'd only make you cry.
It's already over-
We can't move forward,
So let's move on...
Bye-bye.
So go ahead, and hate me now
For breaking-up on the phone.
But I know that I'd crack if i saw your face-
I deserve to be alone.
And I hate that i still love you, girl-
And I only wish you well.
But i'll never be man enough for you,
And you're a psycho bitch from Hell.
It's already over-
If I stayed here, I'd only make you cry.
It's already over-
We can't move forward,
So let's move on...
Bye-bye.
So long.
Farewell.
Bye-bye
another great find
Rascal Flatts
hearing this song yesterday prompted me to stay home and listen to the radio all day, waiting for 883 to play it again...
ok, so it aint entirely because of it tha i stayed indoors. i just had the effects of staying up for nearly 24 fucking hours shoot smack down my bloodstreams bad. i was dozing like a castrated cat for most of the day. its nice. you should try it sometime, get some serious bonding with your bed and your ceiling.
lets not straggle off course too much, here's my major find of the week:
WHAT HURTS THE MOST
Rascal Flatts
Me & My Gang
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
(Not seeing that loving you)
That’s what I was trying to do
hearing this song yesterday prompted me to stay home and listen to the radio all day, waiting for 883 to play it again...
ok, so it aint entirely because of it tha i stayed indoors. i just had the effects of staying up for nearly 24 fucking hours shoot smack down my bloodstreams bad. i was dozing like a castrated cat for most of the day. its nice. you should try it sometime, get some serious bonding with your bed and your ceiling.
lets not straggle off course too much, here's my major find of the week:
WHAT HURTS THE MOST
Rascal Flatts
Me & My Gang
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
(Not seeing that loving you)
That’s what I was trying to do
my new booze and medicine
The Fray
moving
heavenly
i should be made their handler what with all the advertising i do for them. that'd be sweeet ^_^
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HOW TO SAVE A LIFE
The Fray
How To Save A Life
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
^_^
moving
calming
heavenly
better than a cup o coffee
i should be made their handler what with all the advertising i do for them. that'd be sweeet ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HOW TO SAVE A LIFE
The Fray
How To Save A Life
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
^_^
Sunday, February 11, 2007
im locked out. ive my room key with me, a gate key too. but i dont have no fuckin main-door key. i went through being pissed, desperate and bored
in a matter of minutes. i mentally beat myself up to death for being the scatter brain of scatter brains. god i hate feeling stupid. ive never wanted to be NOT lucid before this my entire life. and i fuckin smell like some chainsmoker's ashtray. way unrighteous.
i am hungry.
although i have the option to eat someplace here, i just dont have the sheer will needed to complete such task. ive been on-line since the first wee hour of the morning in this ill-stationed internet cafe and i still have an hour at the very least to waste away on surfing for guitar chords, updating starving, and watching manny poohquiao do his outrageous monologues down at youtube. thank god for internet cafes. and thank god that some of them are actually open 24/7.
nalipasan na ko ng gutom.
see, i cant even begin to ponder the english transalation of that. nagutom ako, nalipasan ako, nagutom ako ulit. shit.
i am now scornfully stupidly hungrily regretting my decision of not joining axis' way over the head fun group over at malate. hey teng, would you mind saving your 'i told you so's till next week? thanks. oh and hi to all them cool people i hung out with tonight.
oddly, i dont feel any pull of drowse at all.
i have been officially up for 20 hours. at this point my mind wanders to a quirkily made up illusion where i am having one heated conversation with cristina yang about who did the most hours of duty this week. meredith enters to break the fight. whoakay. enough of the crazy talk.
my night was a blast (until i got off jason's car and realized my huge moronic mistake).
twas troy's band suicidal genius' gig at mayric's tonight. might i say they were the best among all those bands i heard tonight. theirs was definitely refreshing after all that overdose of growling throats, male and female, mind you, that did nothing more than hurt the ear. ok im being biased and the strings and drums werent half that bad, but growls? they arent really the kind of vocals i enjoy listening to.
sigh. the fray's how to save a life is real soothing to the senses when youre stressed.
fuck, im way beyond stressed now. there aint no mirror around but ill bet the life of the person beside me (he's playing silly games on yahoo, the poor insomniac) that i look like shit. motherfucking horse shit. lay down on the dirt words bubba.
great, now im talkin to myself.
no youre not.
fucking yes i am.
stop that shit. no youre not.
you freak, im talking to you now, arent i?
huh? oh.. right. *sheesh* at least its just me thats --
shut it already!
i am hungry.
although i have the option to eat someplace here, i just dont have the sheer will needed to complete such task. ive been on-line since the first wee hour of the morning in this ill-stationed internet cafe and i still have an hour at the very least to waste away on surfing for guitar chords, updating starving, and watching manny poohquiao do his outrageous monologues down at youtube. thank god for internet cafes. and thank god that some of them are actually open 24/7.
nalipasan na ko ng gutom.
see, i cant even begin to ponder the english transalation of that. nagutom ako, nalipasan ako, nagutom ako ulit. shit.
i am now scornfully stupidly hungrily regretting my decision of not joining axis' way over the head fun group over at malate. hey teng, would you mind saving your 'i told you so's till next week? thanks. oh and hi to all them cool people i hung out with tonight.
oddly, i dont feel any pull of drowse at all.
i have been officially up for 20 hours. at this point my mind wanders to a quirkily made up illusion where i am having one heated conversation with cristina yang about who did the most hours of duty this week. meredith enters to break the fight. whoakay. enough of the crazy talk.
my night was a blast (until i got off jason's car and realized my huge moronic mistake).
twas troy's band suicidal genius' gig at mayric's tonight. might i say they were the best among all those bands i heard tonight. theirs was definitely refreshing after all that overdose of growling throats, male and female, mind you, that did nothing more than hurt the ear. ok im being biased and the strings and drums werent half that bad, but growls? they arent really the kind of vocals i enjoy listening to.
sigh. the fray's how to save a life is real soothing to the senses when youre stressed.
fuck, im way beyond stressed now. there aint no mirror around but ill bet the life of the person beside me (he's playing silly games on yahoo, the poor insomniac) that i look like shit. motherfucking horse shit. lay down on the dirt words bubba.
great, now im talkin to myself.
no youre not.
fucking yes i am.
stop that shit. no youre not.
you freak, im talking to you now, arent i?
huh? oh.. right. *sheesh* at least its just me thats --
shut it already!
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