emo
Like a Goth, only much less dark and much more Harry Potter.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Push Comes to Shove
I gotta say, I’m not one for constantly checking announcements on notice boards so it wasn’t surprising that when I finally became aware of the posted bulletin about the CS Web Team needing Creative Writers, it’s been months since it was put up. My interest was definitely sparked. I should also mention that I am somewhat a writer, myself, and that “creative” was the very first word out of my mouth some twenty-odd years ago. Now, couple that with an impressive set of pictures of people in the adjacent bulletin board wearing even more impressive looking jackets that had the Web Team logo in them, my interest was now a fully-fledged arsonist’s workings. I wanted that jacket. Big time.
The thing was, I had doubts if I could actually maintain a position that required responsibility I had no idea how heavy at the time. Even when my classmates were relentlessly hearing me voice out my desire to join the Team, I admit to lacking initiative about these things. Call it being lazy or procrastinating, but I had my reasons. Let’s just say, I’ve had previous experiences with committing to something and being unable (slash unwilling) to meet my end of the bargain. It was a situation that turned into something nasty in the end, something I most certainly do not want to relive. Add to that my senseless intimidation of Ma’am Bermudez, one of the Web Team’s moderators, and I was practically solved on chickening out. Coward.
A fortnight or so ago, a couple of my professors, Ma’am Daligdig and Ma’am Garcia, and I were talking about random stuff and I kind of mentioned that I had wanted to join the Web Team as a writer but that the notice was put up, like, way back in June so I didn’t reckon there’d be anymore slots to fill. I dared not tell them about my other reasons for not joining. They asked me if I was more a writer or a programmer and it got me thinking – but only for a second. My reply: “Writer. Definitely a writer.”
I never meant for that conversation to get me where I’m at now, but right the next day Ma’am Daligdig was saying I was to go to the Department because Ma’am Bermudez was expecting me. Dear God, what have I done? I probably made a fool of myself while I talked to Ma’am Bermudez, eating my words trying to be coherent. I was jittery in a job interview kind of way. She wanted me to submit some of my written material for assessment and I told myself, “Self, no matter what you do, you have got to impress this woman.”
Since I haven’t done some recent writing and anything decent I did that wasn’t on a school paper, I did on the internet, I scoured my blog. I came across an article from 2006 about an incident in my ITF class taught by Ma’am Bermudez and I decided to include it as a material. It had a funny outlook that might grab her attention, to put it mildly. I knew it was a tad douche baggy, not to mention she could be offended with what I wrote and how I wrote it (and I obsessed about it the weekend after I submitted my material on a Friday evening and she told me to come back on Monday), but I took the risk. I could’ve made a few edits and make it unobtrusive but I wanted to show her how I truly write.
Monday, I entered the Department, resigned to whatever Ma’am Bermudez’s reaction would be. And what do you know, she was smiling. Cool.
I guess I have two professors I am indebted to. Because I realized that, push comes to shove, I am a writer. And about my newly acquired post in the Web Team, I’d like to say that it was the writer in me that had me finally diving in, but no, it was all the jackets. Yatta.
The thing was, I had doubts if I could actually maintain a position that required responsibility I had no idea how heavy at the time. Even when my classmates were relentlessly hearing me voice out my desire to join the Team, I admit to lacking initiative about these things. Call it being lazy or procrastinating, but I had my reasons. Let’s just say, I’ve had previous experiences with committing to something and being unable (slash unwilling) to meet my end of the bargain. It was a situation that turned into something nasty in the end, something I most certainly do not want to relive. Add to that my senseless intimidation of Ma’am Bermudez, one of the Web Team’s moderators, and I was practically solved on chickening out. Coward.
A fortnight or so ago, a couple of my professors, Ma’am Daligdig and Ma’am Garcia, and I were talking about random stuff and I kind of mentioned that I had wanted to join the Web Team as a writer but that the notice was put up, like, way back in June so I didn’t reckon there’d be anymore slots to fill. I dared not tell them about my other reasons for not joining. They asked me if I was more a writer or a programmer and it got me thinking – but only for a second. My reply: “Writer. Definitely a writer.”
I never meant for that conversation to get me where I’m at now, but right the next day Ma’am Daligdig was saying I was to go to the Department because Ma’am Bermudez was expecting me. Dear God, what have I done? I probably made a fool of myself while I talked to Ma’am Bermudez, eating my words trying to be coherent. I was jittery in a job interview kind of way. She wanted me to submit some of my written material for assessment and I told myself, “Self, no matter what you do, you have got to impress this woman.”
Since I haven’t done some recent writing and anything decent I did that wasn’t on a school paper, I did on the internet, I scoured my blog. I came across an article from 2006 about an incident in my ITF class taught by Ma’am Bermudez and I decided to include it as a material. It had a funny outlook that might grab her attention, to put it mildly. I knew it was a tad douche baggy, not to mention she could be offended with what I wrote and how I wrote it (and I obsessed about it the weekend after I submitted my material on a Friday evening and she told me to come back on Monday), but I took the risk. I could’ve made a few edits and make it unobtrusive but I wanted to show her how I truly write.
Monday, I entered the Department, resigned to whatever Ma’am Bermudez’s reaction would be. And what do you know, she was smiling. Cool.
I guess I have two professors I am indebted to. Because I realized that, push comes to shove, I am a writer. And about my newly acquired post in the Web Team, I’d like to say that it was the writer in me that had me finally diving in, but no, it was all the jackets. Yatta.
Monday, January 12, 2009
drive
“If you haven’t made your first million by 30, you will never make one.” The first time I heard that this statement was actually a scientific study of sorts, it made me make a quick assessment of my life. I’m 22, on my third year of undergraduate studies, and with hopes of graduating on time. Which all gives me roughly six years to make or break it. Shoot. I guess what coursed through me after that realization was tantamount to the panic you felt when your rival team is up by 3 points and the time on the clock says 5 seconds. And it’s their ball. Why, oh, why did I spend so much time (bumming around) in college, I ask myself.
My SAD professor recently made us interview a Systems Analyst to get an idea of what the industry would be like for us future professionals. I contacted somebody I knew who was a Senior Software Consultant to interview, and, my, was I blown away. She had worked for two software companies, (three including the current), held positions like Software Developer and Technical Support Specialist, had her Master’s Degree, was sent to the United States twice for projects and seminars, is presently racking up a range of 40 – 120 grand a month, has her own car, and has her Skills section in her resume start with “ADO.NET, ASP.NET, MS SQL Server, C#, ASP.NET Security, XML…” And I’m willing to bet that if she hasn’t made her first million yet (which I’m doubtful of), she’s definitely on her way. She’s 28.
The million, they say, need not be in bonds – it could be in any form of property that is the fruit of your sweat and blood over the course of graduation to the big 30. Inasmuch as that is consoling, it doesn’t make the feat any easier, especially for me. But determination, as I’ve found out in my years of college, can bring you to a goal as high as you dare set.
Before I submitted the interview transcript, I made a copy of my interviewee’s resume and tacked it up on my wall. Something to keep me “wanting” in times when my drive wavers. Yes, I want that million. I may not meet the crucial deadline, but I may just prove false the first sentence of this article.
My SAD professor recently made us interview a Systems Analyst to get an idea of what the industry would be like for us future professionals. I contacted somebody I knew who was a Senior Software Consultant to interview, and, my, was I blown away. She had worked for two software companies, (three including the current), held positions like Software Developer and Technical Support Specialist, had her Master’s Degree, was sent to the United States twice for projects and seminars, is presently racking up a range of 40 – 120 grand a month, has her own car, and has her Skills section in her resume start with “ADO.NET, ASP.NET, MS SQL Server, C#, ASP.NET Security, XML…” And I’m willing to bet that if she hasn’t made her first million yet (which I’m doubtful of), she’s definitely on her way. She’s 28.
The million, they say, need not be in bonds – it could be in any form of property that is the fruit of your sweat and blood over the course of graduation to the big 30. Inasmuch as that is consoling, it doesn’t make the feat any easier, especially for me. But determination, as I’ve found out in my years of college, can bring you to a goal as high as you dare set.
Before I submitted the interview transcript, I made a copy of my interviewee’s resume and tacked it up on my wall. Something to keep me “wanting” in times when my drive wavers. Yes, I want that million. I may not meet the crucial deadline, but I may just prove false the first sentence of this article.
Monday, July 14, 2008
the OTHER upper-eastsiders
Meet the Darlings -- the other upper-eastsiders.
The empire builder (who is disappointed at his children but uses his bottomless well of resources to "guide" them). The sophisticated socialite (who was having an affair with the family lawyer). The principled politician (who is having an affair with a transexual). The professional divorcee (who's... should I really add to that?). The Man of God (who tried to bribe a court official in a custody battle over his illegitemate child, Brian Jr). And the well-behaved twins.
Trivia:
When Dutch the family lawyer died, Tripp wanted to hire Bill Clinton to take up the position but changed his mind. Maybe Clinton's not good enough for him, huh.
Karen went through with a marriage ceremony, but demanded an annulment before the reception was over. She is thrice divorced, so what's the big deal, right?
Jeremy plays poker with Ethan Hawke, and writes music with Justin Timberlake. Well, Chuck Bass, what say you?
Juliet is extremely close to her twin brother, Jeremy, and believes they can sense each other's thoughts and emotions through "twintuition."
Seth Gabel, who plays Jeremy Darling, is Bryce Dallas Howard's husband! I never knew that.
An ad for the show that went in the New York Times:
LOL.
The royalties' here, bring out the dolla's.
~~~~~~~~~~
Karen: Something was off last night though. It wasn't the same.
Jeremy: Mmm... Do Tell.
Karen: Well, usually, when Giorgio and I have meaningless post-divorce sex, it feels a little less meaningless. Like we're somehow...
Jeremy: ...planets whose orbits intersect every ten years?
Karen: No, just hornier.
Patrick: So, you shot me in the leg.
Ellen: I was aiming for higher.
Patrick: What's the matter, baby?
Carmelita: Sometimes it, sometimes it's kinda depressing. The only thing intimate that ever takes place between us happens in hotel rooms and limousines. Never in public.
Patrick: Doing what we just did in public is illegal in most states.
Karen: Sweetie, I don't think, I don't think Daddy wants you to take the plane again. Jet fuel doesn't grow on trees.
Head Reverend: The state board has decided to suspend you for six months, during which time you are expected to undergo counseling for sexual addiction and attend a series of workshops.
Brian: Who doesn't love workshops?
Juliet: A-ha!
Jeremy: What?
Juliet: You were just talking to her.
Jeremy: Who?
Juliet: Your secret girlfriend.
Jeremy: I have no girlfriend
Juliet: Oh yeah, then who did you spend 600-grand on Bulgari? Justin Timberlake?
Lisa: I can't buy shoes that cost as much as car insurance.
Karen: Lisa, honey, don't be so financially resistant, okay? It's just money.
Jeremy: So can I use your place?
Lisa: For what?
Jeremy: Well, this girl I'm into doesn't know who I am. She thinks I'm poor.
Lisa: What gave her that idea?
Jeremy: I told her I was poor. So I need a place that looks like a poor guy would live there, you know?
Lisa: Jeremy, we're not poor.
Jeremy: Those ants look pretty low-budget.
Lisa: Those ants cost 12,000 bucks.
Jeremy: Proving my point.
The show's vicious. Watch it.
The empire builder (who is disappointed at his children but uses his bottomless well of resources to "guide" them). The sophisticated socialite (who was having an affair with the family lawyer). The principled politician (who is having an affair with a transexual). The professional divorcee (who's... should I really add to that?). The Man of God (who tried to bribe a court official in a custody battle over his illegitemate child, Brian Jr). And the well-behaved twins.
Trivia:
When Dutch the family lawyer died, Tripp wanted to hire Bill Clinton to take up the position but changed his mind. Maybe Clinton's not good enough for him, huh.
Karen went through with a marriage ceremony, but demanded an annulment before the reception was over. She is thrice divorced, so what's the big deal, right?
Jeremy plays poker with Ethan Hawke, and writes music with Justin Timberlake. Well, Chuck Bass, what say you?
Juliet is extremely close to her twin brother, Jeremy, and believes they can sense each other's thoughts and emotions through "twintuition."
Seth Gabel, who plays Jeremy Darling, is Bryce Dallas Howard's husband! I never knew that.
An ad for the show that went in the New York Times:
LOL.
The royalties' here, bring out the dolla's.
~~~~~~~~~~
quote me do: Dirty Sexy Money
Karen: Something was off last night though. It wasn't the same.
Jeremy: Mmm... Do Tell.
Karen: Well, usually, when Giorgio and I have meaningless post-divorce sex, it feels a little less meaningless. Like we're somehow...
Jeremy: ...planets whose orbits intersect every ten years?
Karen: No, just hornier.
Patrick: So, you shot me in the leg.
Ellen: I was aiming for higher.
Patrick: What's the matter, baby?
Carmelita: Sometimes it, sometimes it's kinda depressing. The only thing intimate that ever takes place between us happens in hotel rooms and limousines. Never in public.
Patrick: Doing what we just did in public is illegal in most states.
Karen: Sweetie, I don't think, I don't think Daddy wants you to take the plane again. Jet fuel doesn't grow on trees.
Head Reverend: The state board has decided to suspend you for six months, during which time you are expected to undergo counseling for sexual addiction and attend a series of workshops.
Brian: Who doesn't love workshops?
Juliet: A-ha!
Jeremy: What?
Juliet: You were just talking to her.
Jeremy: Who?
Juliet: Your secret girlfriend.
Jeremy: I have no girlfriend
Juliet: Oh yeah, then who did you spend 600-grand on Bulgari? Justin Timberlake?
Lisa: I can't buy shoes that cost as much as car insurance.
Karen: Lisa, honey, don't be so financially resistant, okay? It's just money.
Jeremy: So can I use your place?
Lisa: For what?
Jeremy: Well, this girl I'm into doesn't know who I am. She thinks I'm poor.
Lisa: What gave her that idea?
Jeremy: I told her I was poor. So I need a place that looks like a poor guy would live there, you know?
Lisa: Jeremy, we're not poor.
Jeremy: Those ants look pretty low-budget.
Lisa: Those ants cost 12,000 bucks.
Jeremy: Proving my point.
The show's vicious. Watch it.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
ken lee
anak ng. akala ko yung ken lee ang pangalan ng contestant hahaha! viktor krum nasan ka na?
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Monday, June 30, 2008
for those who beatle love
a musical. a remake. well, kinda.
i havent seen the original so ive nothing to compare it to but the soundtracks just dripping, beatles man, and the casts versions are more than decent, you gotta love it. even found this great blogsite where you can download em songs, free and clean copies, oh joy:
http://musicindexof.blogspot.com/2008/06/across-universe-soundtrack.html
kudos whoever you are for posting. im still looking for the michael johns across the universe studio version, if there is one.
i havent seen the original so ive nothing to compare it to but the soundtracks just dripping, beatles man, and the casts versions are more than decent, you gotta love it. even found this great blogsite where you can download em songs, free and clean copies, oh joy:
http://musicindexof.blogspot.com/2008/06/across-universe-soundtrack.html
kudos whoever you are for posting. im still looking for the michael johns across the universe studio version, if there is one.
Monday, June 02, 2008
quote me do: Veronica Mars
Seriously snappy dialogue from TV series Veronica Mars.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
[in a dream]
Veronica: Why are you here?
Lilly: Don't you watch any horror movies? My soul is doomed to walk the earth until justice has been served...
Veronica: Really?
Lilly: Yeah that, and as kind of a side project, I dispense fashion advice.
Jackson Douglas: I hear you do detective stuff for people.
Veronica: I do favors for friends.
Jackson Douglas: I can pay.
Veronica: Sit down, friend.
Veronica: Wait up!
Troy: Don't run, Veronica. People might think you're desperate.
Veronica: That would be a step-up, reputation-wise.
Van Clemmons: Mr. Echolls, I was wondering if I could have a word?
Logan: Anthropomorphic. All yours, big guy.
Keith: [happy] Who's your Daddy?
Veronica: I hate it when you say that.
Keith: This is important, you remember this, I used to be cool.
Veronica: When?
Keith: '77. Trans-Am, Blue Oyster Cult in the 8-track, foxy, stacked blond riding shotgun, racing for pink slips. Wait a minute, I'm thinking of a Springsteen song. Scratch everything. I was never cool.
Veronica: I don't know which bothers me more, "foxy" or "stacked".
Caz: Sabrina, I would never hurt you. You know, if you asked, I would jump off the roof?
Sabrina: Can I get you to stop that?
Veronica: Ask him to jump.
[interview practice in journalism class, Ashley and Veronica are paired]
Miss Dent: Remember, start with light, easy questions first. Let your subject get comfortable.
Ashley: So, Miss Mars, how do you respond to the rumors that you boyfriend hooked with strippers in Tijuana last weekend?
Veronica: Miss Banks, have you decided which parent you're going to live with after the divorce? And, if I may, a follow-up, can you believe your father's choice in mistresses?
Wallace: Another big Friday night. You got plans?
Veronica: I don't know. I might take Backup for a run or rent a movie, maybe.
Wallace: Hey, congratulations. You are officially Neptune High's most boring person.
Veronica: Did I mention the movie might be PG-13?
Trina: Will you just hear me out, please? My boyfriend Dylan spotted me some cash a few months ago and now he's bugging me about it. I can't get him off my back.
Logan: Did you try standing up?
Wallace: [about a suicide] I heard she left a note on her Blackberry.
Veronica: Talk about post modern.
Voiceover Veronica: Best way to stop wondering if your favorite teacher was trying to lure you between his black silk sheets? Research the mystery condition that's causing your ex-boyfriend and possible half-brother to take oxcarbazepine.
[Madison staring at a bathroom mirror]
Veronica: You can keep asking, but you're not the fairest. Trust me.
Madison: Well, I can tell you who the pastiest is. What's the deal - can't buy bronzer with food stamps?
Veronica: You wrote "slut" on my car last year at Shelly's party. Why?
Madison: Because "whore" had too many letters.
Veronica: I'll be at home. With the only sane member of the Mars family.
Keith: The one who eats from the garbage and keeps bringing me dead birds?
Veronica: That's the one.
Lilly: [about Celeste] I left phone numbers on matchbooks for Tyrone and Leroy and Chico around the room. Give the woman a little drama in her life.
Veronica: Wait...who's Tyrone and Leroy and Chico?
Lilly: Beats me, but they seem to really upset Mom.
[Veronica is trying to change a flat tire]
Troy: Flat?
Veronica: Just as God made me.
[Veronica stares at a trophy case]
Weevil: If you're looking for my trophy, it's back by the Autoshop.
Veronica: Lube job? Or, can you medal in stealing hubcaps?
Weevil: Is this 1970? Rims, baby.
Veronica: So you got a trophy for a rim job?
Weevil: Forget it. I have some information for you.
Veronica: Finally-- a deep-throat to call my own.
Keith: So, senior year. How was your first day at school honey?
Veronica: Great! I beat up a freshman, stole his lunch money and then skipped out after lunch.
Keith: What, no pre-marital sex?
Veronica: Oh, yea... yes. But don't worry dad, I swear you're gonna like these guys.
Keith: That's my girl.
Keith: 'Sup?
Veronica: I'm not acknowledging that.
Veronica: Well, does this towel make me look fat?
Meg: You need something to wear?
[they walk out of school with Veronica wearing a cheerleading uniform]
Meg: I usually have sweats in my locker. Sorry.
Veronica: No, this is perfect. I just have to resist the urge to do a cartwheel.
Lamb: [reading $100 bill] Veronica Mars is... smarter than me...
Veronica: Oh, you stop it!
~~~~~~~~~~
Witty, no?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
[in a dream]
Veronica: Why are you here?
Lilly: Don't you watch any horror movies? My soul is doomed to walk the earth until justice has been served...
Veronica: Really?
Lilly: Yeah that, and as kind of a side project, I dispense fashion advice.
Jackson Douglas: I hear you do detective stuff for people.
Veronica: I do favors for friends.
Jackson Douglas: I can pay.
Veronica: Sit down, friend.
Veronica: Wait up!
Troy: Don't run, Veronica. People might think you're desperate.
Veronica: That would be a step-up, reputation-wise.
Van Clemmons: Mr. Echolls, I was wondering if I could have a word?
Logan: Anthropomorphic. All yours, big guy.
Keith: [happy] Who's your Daddy?
Veronica: I hate it when you say that.
Keith: This is important, you remember this, I used to be cool.
Veronica: When?
Keith: '77. Trans-Am, Blue Oyster Cult in the 8-track, foxy, stacked blond riding shotgun, racing for pink slips. Wait a minute, I'm thinking of a Springsteen song. Scratch everything. I was never cool.
Veronica: I don't know which bothers me more, "foxy" or "stacked".
Caz: Sabrina, I would never hurt you. You know, if you asked, I would jump off the roof?
Sabrina: Can I get you to stop that?
Veronica: Ask him to jump.
[interview practice in journalism class, Ashley and Veronica are paired]
Miss Dent: Remember, start with light, easy questions first. Let your subject get comfortable.
Ashley: So, Miss Mars, how do you respond to the rumors that you boyfriend hooked with strippers in Tijuana last weekend?
Veronica: Miss Banks, have you decided which parent you're going to live with after the divorce? And, if I may, a follow-up, can you believe your father's choice in mistresses?
Wallace: Another big Friday night. You got plans?
Veronica: I don't know. I might take Backup for a run or rent a movie, maybe.
Wallace: Hey, congratulations. You are officially Neptune High's most boring person.
Veronica: Did I mention the movie might be PG-13?
Trina: Will you just hear me out, please? My boyfriend Dylan spotted me some cash a few months ago and now he's bugging me about it. I can't get him off my back.
Logan: Did you try standing up?
Wallace: [about a suicide] I heard she left a note on her Blackberry.
Veronica: Talk about post modern.
Voiceover Veronica: Best way to stop wondering if your favorite teacher was trying to lure you between his black silk sheets? Research the mystery condition that's causing your ex-boyfriend and possible half-brother to take oxcarbazepine.
[Madison staring at a bathroom mirror]
Veronica: You can keep asking, but you're not the fairest. Trust me.
Madison: Well, I can tell you who the pastiest is. What's the deal - can't buy bronzer with food stamps?
Veronica: You wrote "slut" on my car last year at Shelly's party. Why?
Madison: Because "whore" had too many letters.
Veronica: I'll be at home. With the only sane member of the Mars family.
Keith: The one who eats from the garbage and keeps bringing me dead birds?
Veronica: That's the one.
Lilly: [about Celeste] I left phone numbers on matchbooks for Tyrone and Leroy and Chico around the room. Give the woman a little drama in her life.
Veronica: Wait...who's Tyrone and Leroy and Chico?
Lilly: Beats me, but they seem to really upset Mom.
[Veronica is trying to change a flat tire]
Troy: Flat?
Veronica: Just as God made me.
[Veronica stares at a trophy case]
Weevil: If you're looking for my trophy, it's back by the Autoshop.
Veronica: Lube job? Or, can you medal in stealing hubcaps?
Weevil: Is this 1970? Rims, baby.
Veronica: So you got a trophy for a rim job?
Weevil: Forget it. I have some information for you.
Veronica: Finally-- a deep-throat to call my own.
Keith: So, senior year. How was your first day at school honey?
Veronica: Great! I beat up a freshman, stole his lunch money and then skipped out after lunch.
Keith: What, no pre-marital sex?
Veronica: Oh, yea... yes. But don't worry dad, I swear you're gonna like these guys.
Keith: That's my girl.
Keith: 'Sup?
Veronica: I'm not acknowledging that.
Veronica: Well, does this towel make me look fat?
Meg: You need something to wear?
[they walk out of school with Veronica wearing a cheerleading uniform]
Meg: I usually have sweats in my locker. Sorry.
Veronica: No, this is perfect. I just have to resist the urge to do a cartwheel.
Lamb: [reading $100 bill] Veronica Mars is... smarter than me...
Veronica: Oh, you stop it!
~~~~~~~~~~
Witty, no?
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
EARTH HOUR: Sounds like a damn fine idea to me
On 29 March 2008 the Philippines will join countries around the world as we literally turn the lights out for Earth Hour - an event that will fuel awareness on climate change and prove that when the people of the world work together, they can make a difference in the fight against global warming.
Earth Hour will take place throughout the Philippines from 8 to 9 in the evening on Saturday night, 29 March 2008. WWF invites you to participate by shutting off lights for 60 minutes, organizing your own "lights-out" event or by forwarding this mail to your friends, workmates and family.
Launched in Australia on the 31st of March 2007, Earth Hour moved 2.2 million people and 2100 businesses in Sydney to turn off their lights for one hour.
...aaand lights out everyone!
Earth Hour will take place throughout the Philippines from 8 to 9 in the evening on Saturday night, 29 March 2008. WWF invites you to participate by shutting off lights for 60 minutes, organizing your own "lights-out" event or by forwarding this mail to your friends, workmates and family.
Launched in Australia on the 31st of March 2007, Earth Hour moved 2.2 million people and 2100 businesses in Sydney to turn off their lights for one hour.
...aaand lights out everyone!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
don't scratch it
one more time with the commercials, people!
hohoho, bigatin talaga ang tv ads ng pepsi.
hohoho, bigatin talaga ang tv ads ng pepsi.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
january playlist
Plus! The We Are One Tonight video from Switchfoot. Ain't they smashing?
A very awfully late happy new year. Smell ya all later ^^
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*
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