bastusan na

damulag,

i have never felt more angered. i am still unable to process the fact that i got a 72 in ITF (when my chem grade was 88. yes, chem, the same class where i almost dozed off just yesterday). somebody shake me something fierce because i am so not over it. no, not after you gave your speech. not after you made us all take our phones out and compute the grades ourselves. not even after you identified yourself as a certified bitch. oh, i could never agree more. bitch. throw in pug too, and fat-ass, and crap-face. hey, has no one ever told you that the dark circles around your eyes are so dark and huge they would've mistaken you for a dalmatian? rude? please. i am being polite now, trust me. because if i wasn't, you'd probably read shit here that would make your mother die of heart attack. or at least make your dog throw up like mad and your cat eat its own shit. man. pardon my attitude. i am only trying to get back to you in the worst possible way i can think of right now. hell, i'm not sure i'm even thinking straight right now. i keep zoning out. mostly just to plot the best revenge that would not get me in trouble once i managed to make you eat dirt.

after that little speech, please don't think you got to me. because you did not. not even close. and don't you ever talk to me about responsibility again. i know for a fact that YOU did not mention anything about printing that stupid resume exercise. YOU lousily lost our test papers and then YOU twist shit around so that it's suddenly our fault(!) YOU rarely show up to class, at least our class, and when you do come to, you're late like hell. need i mention our class is 11 in the freakin morning? can't you step up a bit for christ's sake? is your fat lazy ass too heavy for you to lift? and please, plase do not use your other classes to reason out your laziness. ESTUDYANTE MO RIN KAMI PUTANGINA. is that fact a deal of a shocker to you? god. you are worse than Tabuloc. i swear.

i am not average, i tell you. i am not ordinary. i am not regular. i am not just anyone. i personally made it a pledge to make you see, bitch. you are so going down.

fuming sincerely,
max

in between years

HAPS NEW YEAR BLOGGAS!

sbeen what, a fortnight since pig year began and im greeting shit only now huh. that and the fact that ive been online for times more than i could count this past week or two. i feel crappy. but im happy im bloggin again!

last year:

:: the new potter book's official title's out! sounds weird to me though --- "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows" ...sabog ka rin ba ngayun JK your highness? kiddin. love that gal.

@@@ edit: deathly hallows nut deathly hollows. tnx em. :p

:: axis' cds introduced me to another side of the music scene. say CAT STEVENS, THE WONDERS, THIRD EYE BLIND (although i was a fan before already, i just now realize their words), SINEAD O'CONNOR, TORI AMOS, PRINCE(?), BLESSED UNION OF SOULS... not to mention to a very angry pov at the rising tide of covers today. damn. rip offs haha!!

:: i actually saw a judy ann santos movie in the cinema! wow, thats called achievement. in fairness to her, i laughed my ass off at some of her antics.

:: went to the department store. took a detour too! i dint want nobody that worked there seeing me. complications and all- that- crap.

:: watched the full second season of COLD CASE. i just gotta have that freakin fuckin awessssome soundtrack baby! ill trade that for sex, anyone? haha!

:: dvd marathon -- 10 minutes of every waking hour. my eyes probably need glasses now.

:: went to church. and no, i was not scorched!

:: khristy had her birthday. hope she was happy. see you in march, cant wait. :p

:: my younger bro bought himself a pokemon series dvd. I finished the 64 episodes in less than 5 days, staying up til 2am at times. i always liked that shit. i lose about a quarter of sensibility when im trying to get hold of what i want haha!

:: took in a lot of unsaturated fat. christmas is food anyhoot. hope me blood pressure dont soar that high.




present year:

:: freakin exams the first week we're back in school! $#%@*!!

:: mo lost his credit card in G4. no sweat. he woulda lost his atm card too if i hadnt seen it lying face back in his garage's pave. okay, now panic. he really should keep track of his stuff.

:: my professor finally took care of my not being enrolled in his subject. now those are the kind of teahers we should all have. so good samaritan of him. sana kunin na sya ni lord. hekek

:: nyahaha! i got a 91 in the society prelim exam and i dint even review that much. talk about maximum profit, minimum effort. team rocket style.

:: angel let me in on a secret. you're the man. no proof needed. heh heh.

:: fuck i have an 83 grade???? whats the deal man??? i gotta do betta next time. ace em, ace em all!

:: oh. my. god. MANNY POOHKYAW is hysterically funny! search youtube for clips of him in homeboy, wowowee and wazzup wazzup. i know, so ghetto, but you are fuckin gonna fall off your seats lauging your asses off,, i still cant get over that misplaced fridge!




lots more happened, but right now ive starved myself to write this -havent had lunch yet- so ill see you soon fans!

on second thought, i wanted to say this:

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

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

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


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

crappy net connection in pampanga.

swear.
i lost interest in posting whaevers today.
sigh.

C fuck H fuck E fuck M ohfuckme!

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


well. that felt nice.

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

my list. please dont read, else be bored.

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

BOOK 1
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

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

BOOK 2
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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

BOOK 3
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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

BOOK 4
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

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

BOOK 5
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

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

BOOK 6
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

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



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

a mood kick!

thanks so much to y'all


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

sun go away. max dont need ya

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

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

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

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

special mention: axis

credits to axis the rawk of casablanca for that awesome phrase


"tha max syndrome".




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

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

to the left, to the left

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

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

irreplaceable


now read read:::

IRREPLACEABLE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the left
To the left

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

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

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

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

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


i told ya nigga.

makin' out with cho

incoming!
kissing scene in the next potter movie!

check out the teaser:

harry potter and the order of the phoenix teaser



july 13 next summer!

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

screaming.
a quirky story:

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

fuck thy school system

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

blind rage-

$%*&^@!!!

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

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

its a new day ^{but it feels old(?)}

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



i dont wanna continue it nemore!
sucks big time!

ramblings of a maniac.

hey guys

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

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

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

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

Unbreakable Cheerleader

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

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

http://www.ifilm.com/video/2764330

take me to mars

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

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

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

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

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

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

supernovaliches

taralets

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

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

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







yay!

this site is whoa awesome

www.ifilm.com

pink plus indigo?

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Mr. President

(PINK FEAT. INDIGO GIRLS)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mull it over. i hope we all live.