do you miss school already, s-b?

since nothing much happens in my day-to-day vacation life, i'll take the time to post quotes thrown around the classroom and recorded by me and fozzy. here goes.

the following are lasap quotes:

"Ang laki ng electrons mo!"

"Your algebra is lost in oblivion." (old quote)

"That's a mortal sin! Go confess to the bishop!"

Sir: "Are you one of us?"
Class: "Gentxt!!!"

"I'm going to burn you, Paul."

"Malapit nang mag-Merry Christmas!"

"I'll go like a bullet."

"At walang isda sa sea of electrons."

"Ang tagal-tagal natin...tagal lang."

And a poem authored by fozzy, which sophomores could only relate to:

These bells are driving me crazy
I'm going to get dizzy
Oh, the things Edgar Allan Poe does
To keep himself so busy

To our bleeding ears' expense
I feel I'm going dense
I don't care about no freaking bells
You're making absolutely no sense.

If I hear the word "bell" over and over again
I'm going to go deaf then
This is really really pointless bull
Stupid things, written by a retarded man

Bravo, fozzy. ;)

That's it for today then.

And a special mama quote to boot:

"Di talaga kayo nagbabasa, mga bwisit kayo." (playfully)

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

merry christmas everyone ;)

merry christmas ;)

love lots,
pepseeh

are you feeling christmas in the air? no? thought so.

it's weird but even after watching all the christmas specials on tv (*hinthint*spongebob*hinthint*), i'm still not feeling it. maybe because there is no snow. no snow. no snow. no snow. if only we were placed somewhere farther north from the equator. after christmas and new year, i will now have the following things to worry about:

- the play. it is imploding on us. we still have problems with the boy genius elmo, hans abdicated his position due to giselle calling him a control freak, and no one else seems to memorize their lines properly. and it's going to be on friday already.

- finals scores. i think i'm going to fail trig, fil, and FL. (yes, I care about my FL grade.)

- dday. okay, it isn't after christmas, but i'm still worrying about it though. (sis, i don't think i can do it. the circumstances are against meee)

- the play.

okay, that's probably about all of it. events this week include going to market! market! (do you know how annoying it is to read it that way? i mean, we pronounce it as market market.) and buying new sneakers from bench that cost way more than you, and hearing that tita liza elorde (daughter-in-law of the great flash elorde) is under a clock due to bone disease. (you should know what that means.)

it's really annoying that day in and day out, i hear/see her name unintentionally. why? because it's such a popular word.

seasons greetings, and word life ;)

i should really watch my mouth more often.

i was perusing today's publication, and chanced upon a somehow interesting article in the Sunday Life section. it was about the 'different languages' men and women speak, and how men tend to misinterpret what the other sex just said. (by the way, it was authored by mrs. cojuangco, mother of mikee cojuangco-jaworski.) her examples were these:

- the use of the word "maybe". we men, when women say "maybe" in response to a question (like, say, "would you be my date for the grad party?"), begin to assume that it will only be a matter of hours...or...days...or...weeks before that "maybe" becomes a "yes". well. the author discerns that that "maybe" is actually a hint for "no". guess it's back to square one, gentlemen. ;)

- the use of the word "okay". this should be the most obvious one, at least. whenever you hear a girl respond to you with an "okay" with a morose expression on her face, you know you have to back off. which is already rather obvious.

- the use of the word "nothing". if you ask a girl "what's wrong?" or "what's up?", and she answers you with "oh, nothing", it's liable to mean something's going on or she wants something from you. (demandiiing!) this is also in conjunction with those times when a girl talks when she isn't asked to and stays quiet if she's asked to speak.

and some of my own observations:

- never piss a girl off. most important point. evarr. probably the most important lesson i've learned tonight.

- from reading too much pugad baboy, it seems that if girls let you decide on whatever conundrum that may stand in front of you both, you usually go with what you want, and then you find yourself saying "d'oh!" because the girl is criticizing (badly) on your decision. boy's point: "but you let me decide!" girl's point: "i thought you knew what i wanted, so i let you choose." (probably. my observations lang)

- girls take too long to dress up. (my sister told me why).

okay, that's over for me. originally, i was going to put up an entry that disses someone, but since it's christmas, i'll postpone that one.

sis, will you forgive your kuya?

DISCLAIMER: To jam or anyone that has half a mind to disagree with whatever i said up there, I'd just like you to know that I did not come up with those ideas; I was merely translating them to you. (Except for the ones that are labeled "my own observations". you are free to cast the first stone on that one.) Heck, a woman wrote them, so if you disagree, I really wouldn't know what position you're in.

do you know a place called vertigo?

i apologize if you're seeing jos -- i mean, blackness all around you. midheaven is currently down and there's no access to the main site, my dead site, heck even joe's site. let it have its moment and when it's restored, i'll put up the latest doodles we've been doodling in doodle lately. (sis, it's better if you crop the doodle from the whole thing.)

before i begin (but i've already begun), let me impart to you a few words from the wise hanson brothers:

Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK when you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other

i was aiming for the couple of leiron and karisse. you guys are really lost without each other.

anyway
i've been reading some blogs lately and some bitch around and complain that their parents meddle too much in their affairs. i know the reason why and i've learned that very reason the hard way.

you may think that it's just small bullshit for your dad to fuss about your window blinds (ehem ehem) but he's really just concerned for your safety. who knows who can be watching you? even if it was a wall in front of that window, who knows who could be under your window?

see, if you wanted to be left alone by your parents, what would you be wearing for tomorrow? what are you going to eat? where the hell do you think you'll sleep, most importantly? if you wanted your parents to leave you alone, then you will not be able to live. evarrrr. (really. you won't. trust me on this one.)

and if your parents ask about your day, just consider it as mere concern.

it's going to be a long vacation. take my friend test. and read our novel blog.

see you...three weeks from now. ;)

the best gift. evarrrr.

the best gift i've received evaarrr this year has got to be the one from my baby sis. all biasness aside, krook and j.o.l.o. is teh rulzorz. not even a fat pack could top that. i think.

especially on your own and that last track.

ang galing ko talagang humula =))

i'm being driven crazy by a mere name.

it seems that while i'm minding my own business, i just look somewhere then i see her name. it just drives me crazy because i'm not even trying to find her, but there i am, seeing her name. it drives me crazy. really.

which is why the revelation will come next week :P

8 days 'till christmas. i'll start that xmas layout.

see you all. if you're bored, read this.

where to begin?

how do you know that you're already part of a group? do you declare yourself as a 'member of the crew' when you're able to do what the rest can? when you can already act like the others in your group? but what if you can't yet? you feel that you don't belong. you feel that you're not ready. you feel that you're not in their league. right?

i'm talking with jam right now (drat, nothing to link to) and something she said made me think about what happened during the yfc mega camp earlier in july this year (hello leiron, eibee, etc). us, the facilitators, were gathered at the back before the initiation through prayers, while the new recruits were placed at the front, listening to the ongoing droning about whatever it was (i was subjected to that last year and now i've seemed to have forgotten what it was about). now, we were subjected to pep talk about the initiation, and during a prayer, something overwhelming happened. after it was over, it seemed like everyone else around me, and when i say everyone else, i exclude myself, were moved by the event that just happened right before their very eyes. (cliche line, i know.)

now that made me think, how come i was not moved? am i really lacking in faith? do i belong here amongst the group of facilitators? am i supposed to be here with them, helping along with bringing the people up there closer to God?

from that moment on i've promised myself not to join any other upcoming yfc camps until i'm really ready for it. no, not even lsyc.

okay, it's the christmas party tomorrow, and i'm only distributing a record number of 4 gifts only. how sad. it's because i wasn't able to find a lot of time to shop, and when i did, my brain wouldn't cooperate with me. (i.e. what should i get mayee? i don't know. damn.) ps2 marathon tomorrow. magic sing marathon, maybe.

please visit our novel blog here: thankless knowledge. you'll get a kick out of it if you're bored.

good night. =)

diomampolution is the greatest. ever.

Although we can't gather enough evidence to support that, we'll just have myself a cup of tea and declare our faction as the greatest. Let us check our friendster account muna.

*cue jeopardy music*

*stop jeopardy music*

*cue diomampolution theme song*



Full-fledged members:
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Me - no one else spears like me, because no one else does.
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Daniel Gonzales - he'll beat you up.
Daniel Quinio - ahh...ewan. mark ikaw nga magsalita.
Mark Salvan - ang master (after mark, of course)

Non-but-soon-to-be-anyway members:
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We are Diomampolution. Join us.

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friendly reminder to throw you all of from your studying -- i mean, to at least light up your life from all that bad stress. (i hear it can cause strokes.) :P

severe short-duration depression/melancholia

it seems that whatever i do, i can't seem to stay mad. after i get into it, it suddenly becomes inconsistent. i can't seem to stay mad at leiron after i speared him. i can't seem to stay mad at the world after my screw-up. i can't seem to stay mad at someone after i promised myself that i would back away from her for at least one day to stop the jeering and the yihees.

maswerte kayo. depression is certainly not in my character. which is probably why i get thoughts of [physically] hurting the ones i love. just to start a fight/argument. help me. i've got a psychological problem which i've single-handedly diagnosed.

the grand plan.

must i really reveal my grand plan for christmas?

all i can probably tell you is that involves a certain Eygptian structure, the maiden, Santa Claus, and a text message. there. figure that out. i dare you.

for some reason

a few weeks ago i contemplated on having my hair shaved. but now i want to keep it and grow it. i wonder what i'm going to want next.

oh, i want glasses too. diba angelic? :P

speaking of

i was reading angelic's [seemingly abandoned] blog and from the entries, i'm assuming that she has a problem with fitting in. if i had anything to say about it, (and i do, i guess) i say that fitting in is now completely obsolete. i don't care on whether i fit in or not. i've given up on that long ago, and when you actually do 'fit in' in our batch, suddenly you begin to hang out at the cpa, and suddenly you begin to walk around with the bad boys. (i'm not bashing anyone, but if you have a problem with what i just said, i ask you to take it up with me personally.) which is why i don't want to fit in. i just live on one thing, if you know you can defend yourself, you're just fine on your own, outside the crowd.

now, let me bash some of the idiots. i respect some of those who actually fit in, but some are just plain unacceptable. like:

- carlos urra. the fact that my mom is in the PA doesn't change anything. the fact that you can't fight without bringing in a cohort is sickening.

- justin reyes. ever since when, i've had a score to settle with this idiot, and i was actually surprised to see him walking around at the beginning of the year. i had thought that they gave him the boot. well, he's so dumb that it takes him a week to change a light bulb. i feel sorry for your parents, who have to cope up with your utter stupidity.

- bea munoz. who the hell do you think you are, proclaiming that you're a heartthrob? the real heartthrobs don't do that, and if they did, they won't be called heartthrobs anymore.

okay, i have to censor one now.

- **** *****. it's sad that people are still falling for you, when they don't realize that they'll net nothing from liking her.

and, finally, a special mention:

- jr flores. stop hounding my sister. friend of my bro or not, you'd better watch yourself.

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so this last part pretty much defies what i've said at the top. but then they always said rivalries run deep. wait, do they say that? i don't know. correct me on that one.

bye. ap and trig 'round the corner, sophomores (who are smart)!

a single lie unleashes a tide of disbelief.

i messed up, which is why my chatting is limited and my usually plentiful blogs have become shockingly scarce this week. (i can't bring myself to blog properly in the computer lab because people behind me do watch and not respect my privacy. yet when i publish this thing it becomes no longer private, but then there is a feeling of security when you're still blogging... in private. i know that did not make any sense.)

new layout

hehe. hehehe. hehe. hehehe. no music... YET.

jam's closing her blog! why? i'd like to know too.

don't you ever get tired of...

-cursing? day in and day out i usually hear the words "f***ing", "f**k", and "p********", then i go and think, why? you don't have to. that's usually called adding insult to injury already. i just thought about it when someone was cursing me heavily the other day.

-fagum and his decrees which are usually against students' interests? we just learned that the three-test salvo thrown at us was allowed and countersigned (i love using that word. pauso ni dravicky.) the decree to throw three long tests at our face. i passed one, failed the other, and nervously awaiting the result of the remaining one. (i knew i couldn't do it, sam. thanks anyway.)

-canteen food? i certainly don't but i'm haplessly searching for an alternative to the ever-popular double decker, which priscilla in bread connection happily prepares for me. (i mean, i just go to the stand and say "double decker". it's now priscilla's job to add the two condiments for me without my word.) i've tired of the hot shots and the chicken tenders so long ago, pizza hut is too small, i was never brought up to eat japanese, mongolian stinks (really, it does), i don't eat sisig, domino's is too dry, upstairs is too expensive, and pasta is too repetitive and not up to health standards. (diba?)

dora the explorer

*swiper is sneaking*
dora and friends: "swiper, no swiping!"
swiper: "shut up, bitch!"

anyway

god. i can't stop sneezing. my nose and mouth already hurt from the constant expunging of mucous and saliva, the constant high-pressure blast of air, the thousandth-of-a-second wherein your heart stops, and the loud noise that goes with it.

bye. see you next week. good luck in the finals. and have a great christmas party too. =)

k0dAma is TeH ruLz0rs!!!111111

please, just fly me to the moon. please

real blog goes up tomorrow. anyway --

Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

in other words, don't bother me today.

shakespeare is throwing the world out of whack

the sophomores have two serious situations currently going on. the less urgent one is the english play, supposedly on tuesday, but given the cancellation of classes for two days in a row, i think it's not going to cut it and hopefully kuya edmon will move the play date. and yes, leiron's right. our production is dying. finally he got something right.

and now on to the other situation, the more urgent one, the one involving the life of a fellow batchmate.

you see, jericho maddatu of s-d has been reported missing. i mean, they say he left the house and now he's been missing for two days now. now when there's a typhoon yoyong on the loose. obviously, his life is in danger, and we'll need everyone's help to find him and help bring him back home. if ever you see him (check here for his pic) please accompany him and ask him to come back home.

important contact numbers:

09176908680 - sam regalado
8891231 - mila (his aunt)
09167267608 - Vanee (sister in law)
4305448 - Marou (sister in law)

there you go. give them a call if you find him.

that's all for today. tomorrow i'll be out for the whole weekend and not be back until, say, sunday afternoon.

happy christmas harry

since i'm bored, here's my wishlist for this year.

1) a new PC.
2) a betrayers of kamigawa booster box.
3) an IC championship belt replica from toys 'r' us.
4) a champions of kamigawa fat pack. (i'm actually getting that.)
5) love. (haha labo)
6) that new LOTR game.
7) a PSP.
8) a new deck.
9) FFXII.
10) love. (lolz.)

would you say he's just a friend?

Verse 1 ( Malique )
have you ever met a gurl that you thought was perfect
you waited for her years 'cause you know she worth it
here's a lil' story bout this gurl i knew
since way back in pre-school sometime in '82
she had 'em two pony tails and a front tooth missin'
wit' freckles on her cheeks cause the moms caucasian
up on a tree house is where we chilled together
with carvings on the trunk saying friends forever
she the type who laugh when they normally cried
and when they busy playing house we playin' bonnie and clyde
in grade school everybody knew we partners in crime
we usta bully kids in playgrounds like all the time
we always seen holdin' hands to the principal's office
the naughtiest in town and could no other kid stop us
in high school she switched her desk next to mine
so we could cheat while doing pop quizzes all the time
14th of February '93 little Jenny said she had a big suprise for me
gave me the very kiss and plus a ring and a card and said I love you,
so I gave her the rest of my heart

a coupla weeks later called her house at 10
the mama said I thought you suppose to be with Jen
I quickly rushed to the crib, she just got out of a van
I'm like yo who was that?
oh he's just a friend.....

Chorus 2X
you, you got what I need
but you say he's just a friend,
but you say he's just a friend

Verse2 ( Malique )
so I took Jenny's word for it at this time
I thought just having a friend it couldnt be no crime
'cause even I have friends and babys that for sho
just like Watson, Hailee, Baby Tash and Joe
so we never talked about that late snack with van man
we rather talk about the future we have planned and
what to name our kids, al-Tarique or Shaymar? Ayesha, or Tisha for a gurl
and maybe even bring our kids to that little tree house that we chilled at
but then in '94 I couldnt help it but feel sad
Jenny had to leave me to go get a little knowledge
100 miles away in this place they call college
first coupla months it was cool but then it changed yo
she never called and really acted like a strange ho
one day I called it was picked up by a man I called again,
she picked it up and said hey that's just a friend

Bridge ( VE )
You know, I know what you been up to
I know you know what you been up to

this guy in her study group's the one who picked up the call
helpin' her in chemistry wit cyclohexanol
I got curious and asked her who else in ya team?
she said Ali, Hassan, Noreen and Kareem the next week
I thought of givin' her a little suprise but when in front of Jenny's dorm
I couldn't believe my eyes
I saw the same ugly van I saw in '93
I found her room but guess what a brother had to see?
a fella half naked with my gurl on the couch and baby Jenny moaning,
uggg uggh aggh and ouch
so please listen to the message that I sing
don't ever talk to a gurl who says she just has a friend

Verse 3 ( Joe Flizzow )
a lil' casanova pimp, man I had my flings
hoodrats to goodie hoodies I was lil' playa king
I'll tell ya when, my final year in '96 this hunny new in skool joined my class she really sick
she made her pinafore look like a dress from Rodeo,
and clean white shoes lookin' Ferra than Gamo's,
and white blouse seemed whiter than everybody else's
just like them ads on tv man this hunny was the nicest
I had to step up my game and I told her my name
she said her name was Wanda I found out that we lived on the same street
she moved in 5 blocks down and after 3 dates and 6 banana splits I had it locked down
we was tight but had this lil's problem though
'cos Wanda always acted funny when wit' Mary Joe
but when I caught 'em kissin it wasnt funny no more
baby smiled and just said she's just a friend yo.......

lol. beware!!! lol.

it's just so sad.

we have a winning script but we don't have the winning people. come on, mayee, leiron, hans, anna, admit it. the people we've casted can't handle the job properly. i'm not usually this pessimistic but i just realized this right now: tayo lang namang lima ang kumakarir nito eh.

not much to blog about but i just want to give a special mention to a special someone.

hello, flamer

hi. i've noticed that you've been posting the same comments since two entries ago. someone actually pointed your existence out to me. when i saw your gracious comments, i was amused. i thought, "you could've done two things: 1) do something productive or 2) make your flames intelligent." yeah, i've met smarter flamers. flamers who actually use smarter screen names than just "you suck".

the utter mindlessness of telling me over and over that i suck and asking me over and over if i was a shit just simply amuses me. my blog is usually humorously intelligent and judging from your comments, i can see that you're not that smart. telling me simply that "i $uXX0R$" isn't going to cut it. it's so obvious that my level intelligence is higher than yours, because i can actually come up with something much more threatening than "you suck! baduy! are you a shit?! or just a shit? shame on you! that's why you suck!". why? because i'm smarter than you are.

shame on me? shame on you. you think you know me.

the rain works from 9 to 5

it's been raining nonstop which leads to speculations that there may be cancellation of classes tomorrow. if only fagum does the right thing. if not, then he'll be hearing from me. and the rest of diomampolution. because we're that damn good.

new layout. yet again!!! ha!

this one didn't really need that much work. what slightly irritated me was the coding. it's hard to pinpoint coordinates. really.

r-e-s-o-u-r-c-e-f-u-l-n-e-s-s

when you have two pieces of 1/8 illustration board and you're required to have a 1/4, what do you do? here's what i did:

-took the two pieces and the draft
-wrote all words
-drew all necessary illustrations (those clouds coincidentally look like food)
-ipagpantay
-tape both pieces in the middle in the back
-tape some more

and you've got yourself an [unstable] piece of illustration board.

okay, i'll drop it now

mayee: i'll have to plug you first now and just link you tomorrow na lang. sorry i forgot about you. PLUG PLUG PLUG

is it just me, or is something wrong with my coding?

is it only me who can see the sidebar (which is supposed to be on the left of the blog) beside the rightmost one?

anyway, on to a topic.

i know you've been asked this question so many times, but...

...what do you see yourself doing when you grow up? will you be a dishwasher in some shantytown in ermita? will you be a successful businessman/woman and travel in business trips? will you be a famous pop icon (actor, musician, baller, whatever) and be a player? will you be a teacher? will you be plain filthy rich? or will you be doing something you love and not something you were actually forced to do?

i'll be playing top-level magic or be designing a frigging video game when i grow up. playing top-level magic actually has its fat monetary rewards. :P and you get to play with the best of the best. (all hail kai budde)

i'll just drop this for now

it's amazing how yahoo's doodle IMvironment reduces your artistic skill to the level of the scribbles of babies and 3-year-olds. :P

new brand-spanking layout.

finally. a new layout done in its entirety on my own. (well. almost.)

i feel like one day of the long weekend has already been used up and wasted due to practice yesterday, and another will be used up and wasted due to practice tomorrow. (at least di ako barok tulad ng ibang tao dyan. JOKE!!!)

anyway, i've got to go now. see you all later.

nye

there's a sad fairy tale i have to share

once upon a november in the dlsz fair grounds, while all the happy little high school were running around brandishing their belts, there was this person who was caught. i should probably say that this person was probably requested without any bail. and we should probably know what happened there.

problem is, that person's [militaristic, they say] dad came to kick some stuff he calls sense to them catchers. and that particular catcher's dad also came to defend his charge. then the testosterone heats up, the atmosphere becomes surprisingly similar to that of the squared circle's, and finally culminates in a [rumored] fistfight.

and now they say that all catchers will be thrown into Gehenna next year, where they shall mourn and grind their teeth. [implicit message: no-more-booths]

but hey, we'll never know because we're just grains of truth. and i just got that from my tita delia.

but can i really?

i haven't been maniacally ranting about love for a while now. maybe because some will just scoff, some will just tease, and some will probably pester me further into telling who the maiden is. they say that letting out all that pent-up emotion building around your head is good for you. but when i'm motivated and about to type without looking at the keyboard, i find that i can't twist the emotion into words.

singit: i almost forgot!

hooray for the orchestra. (JACKIE LIBRE MO KAMI SA GIANT SLIDE!!! LAST DAY NA BUKAS!!!) congrats to the successful (imo) concert and i'd like to remind you all that we'll be having another concert this december. i just don't remember exactly what day it was on. shoot.

going back

okay, i'll try to twist whatever emotion is in me right now.

it's not wrong to just dream about love. especially when you're being cocky and calling her yours when you talk to other people. (julian, you perfectly know very well what i'm talking about) but what if you have enough foresight, may it be true or false, that you predict your chances with someone? is giving yourself a 75% chance and calling her yours so wrong?

did i just make any sense to you?

i'm probably feeling some euphoria filled with a slight drop of disappointment and regret. the brain is the bartender of the body. like that made any sense too. i want to proclaim "i love you" but people will just scoff and ask me, "that's probably infatuation. get real." ah. procrastination. screw you.

* **** *** ** ********** *** ******* * ****** **** ***.

mayee: do you know how many processes my powerpoint has to go through just to gather up clip art?

i'm trying to do the happy powerpoint presentation, and my powerpoint has to go through painstaking processes just to give me pics i can use. lol.

isn't it amazing how i think of you to lull myself to sleep but never dream about you, and when i wake up you're the first name that enters my mind?

the fair so far

fun fairs form from... screw alliteration.

so far so good.

my skin is still virgin. not.

-before i get anything else in-

i just got smackdown vs. raw (thanks hans!) and after exploring it i did say "wow", not from positive awe but from slightly disappointing awe. look at the season mode; i can't change superstars without deleting all accomplishments. i can't modify the franchises. damn, there are only two belts for each show. the create-a-wrestler mode is far less terrific than it was on hctp.

but hey, i still got a kick out of it. ooh chavo! *tan tan tan...*

-now that's out of the way-

congrats Sophomore-C and -F for bagging 1st and 3rd titles, respectively. joann was right, we are the batch to beat. (third place kami [S-B] eh. grr. grr.)

earlier today, me and hans went in the gs singing idol competition in the cpa. number 11 was already doing fine until her voice cracked somewhere near the end of her song. sorreh. and then broken vow bagged first place.

thank you hans for your gatorade. without it my skin would've been devirginized by now. and i don't want that to happen.

i spent 150 (borrowing 50 from leiron and 2 from dom) and got untaidake. what a waste. then i was penniless, relying on hans's food stash. (how parasitic of me.)

please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert. please watch our concert.

poll: is legolas confused, or just plain gay? tell us!

imay ay igpay atinlay

imay ay igpay atinlay

orrayhay, itsay thay oundationfay eekway!!! orrayhay!

imay tillsay orkingway onay myay ewnay ayoutlay. imay ustjay ownloadingday thay icturespay i eednay. itay illway eturnray ootay myay amingay ootsray. yway? ecausebay.

ohay myay oshgay!!! myay enrollmentay urveysay etterlay isay issingmay!!! ack--ay!!!

mmmhay.

itsay ootay oremay aysday ootay ogay untilay thay airfay eginsbay. iay wearsay hathay thay airfay ashay reptcay upay onay meay. iay idn'tday oticenay thathay itay asway omingcay. ownay itsay erehay, anday eway avehay ay oncertcay. iay urgay ooyay ootay atchway itay. leasepay!!! leasepay!!! leaspay atchway ouray oncertcay!!!

eyhey...inosay agpapahulimay asay inyoay?

oodbyegay!!! eesay ooyay allay omorrowtay!

hold up! this is...

...just a temporary layout. i'll be making a layout myself and this is just a placeholder.

i just won't know how long it'll take me to actually craft a layout to put in blogger. i see a challenge.

okay, bye. have a nice friday

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today's preview card

today's preview card:



enjoy!

hmmm!!!!

magandang gabi sa inyong lahat. ako'y magdidikta sa wikang Filipino ngayon. (paalala lamang na galit pa rin ako kay mama kahit papano.)

isang presentasyon

sa araw na ito, kaming mga taga-ikalawang taon sa mataas na paaralan ay nakinig sa isang presentasyon ng isang sikolohiyo na kung parang 'koboy' magsalita. (paalala: sinabi ni fagum na mula noong tayo ay nagsimula ng mataas na paaralan ay sinasabi na niya sa atin na tayo ay may karapatan na tumanggi. kaya paalala lamang na kung kahit sinong lalaking igagahasa niya ay may karapatan na tumanggi. ha! ha! ha!)

sinabi ng sikolohiyo na masama ang alam-mo-na dahil ito'y nakakasira ng iyong kinabukasan. at para maiwasan ang alam-mo-na ay umiwas sa mga sitwasyon na tamang pang-alam-mo-na (kunwari madidilim na kwarto kasama ang isang babae). ako'y napag-isip. "hindi ako pupunta sa bahay ni dianne ng mag-isa lamang."

iwasan rin daw ang magsuot ng mga damit na konti lang ang tinatakpan sa iyong katawan. *ubo*giselle*ubo*

ang D

di raw pareho ang k'wento nila sa amin. ha. maniwala nga ako sa inyo. nye-nye.

ang mga pagsusulit kangina

kangina ay kumuha kami ng mga pagsusulit na tumagal ng isang buong umaga. (nainis nga ako at kinuhanan kami ng oras para sa kompyuter. leche.) kami ay tawang-tawa (tawa lang) dahil sa mga maraming p'wedeng piliin na mga trabaho. (kunwari. 'hairdresser' at 'beautician'. o baka sakali, 'education administrator', o mga tinatawag na prinsipal. ay! mga bakla lang!)

baka naman gusto mo:
-magmaneho ng malaking makina sa isang pagawaan
-dumisenyo ng kotse
-ipakita sa mga tao ang iba't-ibang lugar
-gumamot ng isang baling paa
-lumaban sa digmaan (aba!)

dito na nga ako magtatapos.

o s'ya, dito na ako magtatapos. teka lang, mayroon akong ipapagawa sa'yo! kung kaya mong isalin lahat ng dinikta ko ngayon sa wikang Inggles (Ingh-gles, hindi Ingels) at isumite sa akin, bibigyan kita ng maraming maraming pera! ikaw na bahala sa dami ng pera na ibibigay ko sa'yo.

o, diba?

(akala n'yo si mama lamang ang makata dito.)

viva la raza! =))

Viva la raza!

Lol. See you all tomorrow.

WooHoo

i have more screenshots for you later. when i mean later, i mean when photobucket lets me sign up. and that's two hours away. :P

[edit]

no. no. no. NOOOOOOOOOOO!

mayee, leiron, hans, anna, please read joe's latest blog entry very very well.

fine. then we'll just have to be that damn good.

[edit 2]

TOP 10 REASONS TO DATE A MTG PLAYER
1. Women are amazed that we use the word "priority" so often.
2. We have no preconceptions of kissing, having sex or doing things with girls, so you can train us the way you like.
3. You don't have to put up with our friends, we don't have any!
4. A magic player is usually good with their "hands"....
5. He'll always ask 'okay?' after he says something, to make sure you don't want to counter.
6. They always announce when you're going to the next phase of the relationship.
7. (Insert a random joke about how they want to 'tap it')
8. Some are known to be good with the weenie rush.
9. Others like complete control.
10. When he says that he 'pumped' someone like Serra or Jeska, you know he's not cheating on you.

may i just quickly point out that number 3 isn't always true. we have those geeks, but i'm not one of them.

bear with me on this one ;)

hi, it's me, raksha again, and while spelunking around in morrowind i took some photos of my vacation. just hover around them for those well-loved captions:














now if only i can find those postcards that read wish you were here -- morrowind.

on the way down, i saw you, and you saved me from myself

i just found out that i couldn't squeeze our powerpoint presentation to a single pathetic floppy disk. thus, i have to e-mail it to myself and open it in my mom's PC so that i may burn it properly. whoo! *ric flair style*

explain properly how you deep-fry cookies.

we did so, we tried to do so, we got it done. because the vanilla wasn't added unintenionally (we tried to follow the pillsbury doughboy, but decided not to...paos kasi eh.), the cookies tasted bland (but i enjoyed them. sort of. and the empanada did taste unusual.)

and mayee, your smoothie made me and dianne sick in the stomach. i actually had to go to the bathroom at dismissal. (oh. did i say that out loud?)

wasn't that romeo? *shrugs*

balthazar observes the burial of juliet, takes off, and overtakes friar john.

balthazar tells romeo the news, and takes off with his amazing home-brewn one-hit KO poison potion concoction.

and they overtake friar john on the way to verona.

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ha! i now look shiny.

i'll just shut up now and blog later. :P

hooray for this card:

Spellborn Golem - 4
Artifact Creature

Imprint - When Spellborn Golem comes into play, remove a card in your hand from the game face down.

When Spellborn Golem is put into a graveyard from play, turn the imprinted card face up. If it is an instant or sorcery card, put it on the stack.

why? because it's my entry, and it's now the card of the week.

tune in later for more delusional adventures in morrowind ;)

i'm finally back in reality

i'm starting to hate my isp (okay, i've been pretty cool with it, but now i'm rather angry with it) because it has monthly periods. that's right. it disconnects itself when it's lucky every month, leaving me 2-4 days before it recovers and i can connect again. now i'm back...on prepaid (MAN THIS IS SO PATHETIC.)

meanwhile i shall delve into my own world, starting...now:

-- ENTER IMAGINARY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEDIEVALISH WORLD --

Hi, my name is Raksha, and I'm a Khajiit, which is Morrowind-speak for Leonin. Yes, I'm a cat-man, and I can't wear shoes because I have little furry feet that needs a manicure and a...err...I'm not into those parlor stuff. Anyway, the people around tell me (I have the traditional RPG-hero amnesia) that I was previously a prisoner, and the emperor Uriel Septim the...uhh...VII ordered my release.

So I talk to this Dark Elf when I awaken, and he's called Jolo, (well, no. he's actually named Jiub), and he says we're on this happy little prison ship. Once we land on Seyda Neen (hey, that's a town, fyi) this guy asks me where I'm from. I guess the more accurate question is what race I am. I'm a Caucasian Khajiit, and I tweak myself so I look like a lion whose mane was sheared against its will.

I proceed and enter the Customs and Excise building, and I talk to Mr. Friar about my job. I register myself as Skyhunter, with a focus on combat, long blade, athletics, and medium armor. I now pick up the letter of release, and I proceed upstairs and take everything from the table and cabinets to sell later. (I am an evil Khajiit. Well, just a poor one.) I also take the dagger so I have a nice little weapon.

Anyway I go talk to Sellus Gravius, the nearest centurion who will release me. I meet this elfish-human named Fargoth, and I give him back the ring I found in a barrel inside Customs and Excise. And now he says I'm his favorite friend. I run catlike very far away from him, shocked at his statement, for fear that I might become his favorite plaything soon.

I walk to the nearest store and sell all the stuff I stole...I mean, borrowed and bought myself some new duds, a longsword, and a shield. I now look for the silt strider to take me to Balmora where I must find this guy called Casius Cosades. Up and away!

-- END IMAGINARY DYSFUNCTIONAL MEDIEVALISH WORLD --

NO!!! I HAVE PIMPLE!!! ARGH!!! ARGH!!! stupid high school sitcoms. they really get you going about your looks.

PIMPLE!!!

-EDIT-

dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
jam_onl1ne: romeo
dragon_flip24: jam
dragon_flip24: did i make you crack?
jam_onl1ne: romeo
jam_onl1ne: no
jam_onl1ne: you cracked first
dragon_flip24: dammit!

it is proven by Mr. Hayden Christensen that Jedi mind tricks only work on weak minds. (hi leiron.)

just bitching around.

no, i won't even bother censoring the title. in this post, you will only be on two sides, and it's either on the "agree" side or on the "disagree" side.

first off

okay, i love the sembreak idea. no classes, no school, no canteen food (okay, i prefer the canteen food over most of what my mom cooks...sometimes), but oh no.

it started last monday during chem. sir lasap was making a list of things to do when we all read, IP: Preliminary Experiment. Progress report to be submitted Monday, November 8. i thought it was just that, and nothing else.

and then over the week the teachers begin flinging abnormal homeworks our way. and then i thought, this is all fagum's fault. this is all fagum's fault.
this is all fagum's fucking fault.

note: if you want to leave and quit reading, be my guest.

the progenitor

note #2: i will no longer hesitate to show any signs of pacifism. it's rants like these that gives this blog its purpose, and i will unleash it now. i sincerely do not give a damn whether the gay master himself who moonlights as our principal is actually reading this.

you, good madam, have been on my nerves for too long now. i go to yfc camp, hoping for a good time. but no, you just had to go there. i was on my toes, trying to avoid you. wait, let me rewind. last year, you snuck up on me in a supermarket. i was petrified by fear and i was staring at your teeth. i could not believe that this goody-goody principal of ours actually smoked. you, good lady, smoke, and it shows in your teeth.

anyway, you always spoiled our fun for us. you had the nerve to say in a rather annoying light-hearted tone that our break wasn't a break at all, but some scary mutation of home study. and you say that "it's not a break at all, since you will be given homework by your respective teachers." i wish you fall off a rollercoaster and break every bone in your body, because you're probably adopted and your parents don't even love you.

i know, i screwed that off of dodgeball.

i'll also somewhat rip carlito caribbean cool off when i say, i spit in the face of people who don't want to be straight.

now, back to making fun of people

"by the way, i heard you had an LQ with ms. T.H.E."
- Dravicky

honestly, you look like the virgin mother of J.P. Arcilla. you both look awfully ugly. you both awfully look like flies, but then cappy will be the ultimate parasite to ever walk the earth, so thank God you don't get that title, Mr. Arcilla. pack your stupid fly bags and go live in chettyville where you will drink choco marble or non-fat smoothies and eat dip-fried mini cookies or empanada for the rest of your sad life. or maybe some pizza with raisins.

note: i sincerely thank the people who are reading up to this point and not feeling offended with what i say.

chetty, i have no doubts as to why you are still single.

our love-hate relationship with mama

"mama" is not referring to my biological mother. "mama" is some sick sadistic bitch with a giant ass and a knack for making her underlings suffer. honestly, i think sir lasap is trapped in mama's spider web. to borrow the term from i-spy, papa has been booty-blinded.

sometimes, mama is just happy-go-lucky. she is sometimes light-hearted, and sometimes i feel she picks on me. i mean, come on. she likes to pick on me because she deems me as someone bound to break her rules, ever since that incident with the paper. well, guess what, you can't see me.

honestly. she picks on me. i don't say this just because i hate her.

i say it because i loathe her, and that abnormously gigantic ass.

okay, maybe you've had enough.

i'm going to stop here, and to those who've tolerated my words up top, i congratulate you.

and to those who are aforementioned above, i only have five words for you.

you can't see me, homie.

sure, you're up top, you're angry about it, but what are you gonna do? you don't host this space on your pathetic la salle network. you don't own this webspace. the point is, i can say whatever i want, and you can't do a thing about it. no, nothing. you can't do anything about it.

if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with me when i arrive at school. sisibatin ko kayo. now translate that into english, and you'll become familiar with it.

and now, my final sorry

to those who are not mentioned but affected, i'm really sorry because this is just mere pent-up aggression built up over time, over assemblies, over fagum saying "ok?" in his oh-so-gay tone, over the times where mama would just be so damn sadistic, over the times when authority seems to abuse their...uhh...authority.

please feel free to pacify me through your comments. i know you want to, and i'll appreciate it. ;)

it's fun to walk outside

it's that time of year again when there's a long period of time off school, and there is enough bullshit to do. the bullshit in question is lazing here at home and doing lots and lots of homework. *sigh*. well, at least for one week, i won't see chetty's handsome face. <-- you do get the joke, right?

it's also an opportune time (man, it's been so long since i said that anywhere.) for a [humorously] long blog. other blogs are as long as harry potter but they don't have any substance whatsoever.

earlier today (my, how time flies when you're waiting for an opponent) i went out and took a stroll to the nearest mcdonald's. i instinctively tried my best not to look like i was from a private school somewhere far far away (do take note that i am walking through my rather low-class but wonderful village), but on my way back with a take-out from mcdonald's gave me away. i did like the feeling of the [summer-autumn] sun on my back and the sight of the trees once more. kulang na lang mag-bike ako ulit. after buying my lunch, i went to the barber shop to get my head shaved. JUST KIDDING!

the sunlight is shining strong today. there is no wind (i think.) dapat pala pumunta ako sa pinakamalapit na counterstrikean. like the old days.

wait. i shall fetch the happy little rant notebook and archive the recent lazaap quotes. btw, did i mention that fagum has observed our class on two separate days this week?

anyway. yes. the lazaaap quotes. (we're gonna need a new rant notebook soon.)

"Ayoko na magdrawing!" - after he tried to draw two atoms on the board, which look like you-know-what.

i don't get it. where are the lazaap quotes in our notebook? did we miss something here?

"Your algebra is lost in oblivion." - afterwhich chem and algebra probably contradicted.

"Pissed off? Pissed in? Pissed at?" - referring to any product that is made by a company, then duplicated by another company. ata. he was saying that the first company will be pissed out. mayee, come confirm this.

those are the only quotes i can find in our notebook.

i might be going to town tomorrow and not going trick-or-treating. asha's mom thinks halloween is a demonic celebration, which is just plain stupid. maybe there's no halloween in korea. maybe it's just really sad.

and what is the difference between proving and verification?

that's not real to me

bullshit dinners and the free champagne,
men in suits who think they know it all
no one knows me but they know my name
that's not real to me

hotel lobby to the aeroplane
another country but they start to look the same
watch the world behind a window pane,
that's not real to me

when i see my babies run
when all the madness has been and gone,
i'll raise my family and live in peace
now that's what's real to me,
real to me

dying flowers in the dressing room
a dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind
got me thinking that the spirit's flown
that's not real to me

when i see my babies run
when all the madness has been and gone,
i'll raise my family and live in peace
now that's what's real to me

picnics in the garden
and the children, they can play
the first day of the summer
and i laze here all the day
then we'll invite the family round
and drink some english tea
then i raise up my finger and
watch football on tv

yeah, that's what's real to me

when i see my babies run
when the madness has been and gone
i'll raise my family and live in peace
now that's what's real to me
real to me

wake up you might be dreaming,
wake up you might be dreaming now

so true. a testament that fame is not always an easy ride.

we are a breast-feeding hospital

forgive the blog title. my grandma's in the hospital coz she broke her hip, and that sign up there was the first thing i saw once i entered the hospital. now, read on.

there's always that one person who'll most of the time have your heart, then you never see it coming since you're blinded hereafter. (yes, hereafter. :D) we're probably never meant for each other, and it's not so obvious. :P

do you remember girl, you were the one who gave me my first kiss? do you remember girl, you were the one who said put your lips like this? (ok, not really. on the cheek, actually) i'm sorry to have overlooked you before.

it started when we were young and i was yours. i'm gone now, and i don't know if you still remember me. even though we used to argue it's alright ;) and it's obvious that it's been a long time we saw each other. you were probably in [puppy] love with me when we were young and i was yours. i don't know if from time to time you still feel like, and there's probably some other guy in your life. then you're still my boo :P

and i still remember girl that after you kissed, i could only think about that moment. after that moment i was wondering why, and it's really pretty obvious now that it's just part of our past and you've forgotten about it already. but you're still my boo :P

-line break-

wasn't that revealing? lol.

mayee :: katrina!!! lolz.

a warrior's chronicle

--the following blog entry may only be understood by people who have played a good RPG or two.--

hi. my name is...uhh...i forgot my name. it's either the player forgot it or the developers didn't make me one. or, the typical rpg-hero amnesia most of us come with. anyway, i'm a warrior. living in my mom's house. i start with absolutely no weapon at all, and my mom tells me to get a job and move my bum ass out of her house. anyway, i must go to the happy castle of gwyfold and ask the king to make use of my warriorrific abilities.

i don't remember where i get my sword, but i do know that my amazing 180 degree slash ability is innate. anyway, i meet happy little green...things on the road to gwyfold and i slash them with my sword. out of all the slashing i collect 8 gold on the way. i arrive at the castle and talk to the soilder. he says,

"Its weird. Monsters are gathering lately."

so i go inside, and talk to the commander -- whatever rank he was. he tells me to go to the town of norwille and meet up with his man named gohar. so i walk all the way south, while slashing the mean little green things, and reach the town. i walk around until i finally find his house, and meet some townspeople to give me quests. gohar tells me to make myself useful around norwille.

so i walk east and find two things: a cave and a harbor. the harbor is literally empty so i walk to the cave. i find that there are other areas separated by walls so i begin to slash little white monster-thingies. finding no way to reach the separated areas, i walk out of the cave and walk east to find a man wanting a toll fee to pass his frigging bridge! so i collect at least 500 gold and every hundred gold i go back to toll guy and still there is not enough money to satisfy him. jerk. so i try to bash some skeletons (oh. so that's what they are) around in that cave, and out of sheer desperation, i bang myself on the walls. from the continuous banging i hit a switch and those separated areas become magically accessible! so i learn that little circle thingies on walls are actually switches. gawd.

so i free the townsman's wife, and now gohar has a job for me; to sail across the sea on his (rather) large boat. gohar tells me to go to darksyth castle and ask the king for some kingly quests to give me. due to my usual rpg hero-ish amnesia i don't seem to remember that kingly quest but once my job is done in darksyth i meet an old man outside who is an actual merchant of secrets! for 30 gold he gets to tell me a half-true fact.

once i get back to norwille, i quickly learn that the king i've just worked for has been kidnapped! *cue thrilling music* so i quickly go to gohar, who tells me to meet up with his best soilder, who is named...bohar. (honestly.) he is on the rocky fields somewhere outside gwyfold, and i've gotta move my bum ass over there. first, there's this soilder blocking the way, and i get rid of him by talking once more to gohar. so i move on and find bohar seemingly unharmed amidst of happy little ogre-things wandering around him. he tells me that all his men have been eliminated by the ogre-things and he is now dying, even though we both know that i can kill the ogre-things with one attack from my 180-degree sword slash ability power. so, he dies on the spot, leaving me with a stinky corpse and his sword. (come on, even with my little rusty lopez here i can smack anyone in one hit.) i go back to gohar and tell him about...er...bohar's death.

old gohar says that with bohar's sword, i am nearly unstoppable. i realize that the old coot must be ignorant since i've earned 600+ gold with my rusty little knife and my ability to swing in complete 180 degrees. my master now turns off the game on his phone and leaves me to sit down, wondering what i really want to do with my life.

--done!--

hey. i have a boo! =))

boring. boring. boring. b-o-r-i-n-g.

life, where have you been? friends, where are you? why leave me to my house rotting? why are you not plugged into the wondrous world we all call the internet? why do you leave me here stuck?

fine.

to get my creativity going, i'm going to make a new layout. and with this new layout i would like to address some people.

rod: walang music.

mayee: the image will be smaller.

julian: add some substance to your blog.

leiron: i've made a manny pacquiao "wrestler" in smackdown!. technically, he does nothing but punch, but he can also do a running kick. but still, his hands are somewhat full. his trunks are rather oversized.

seva: you will be the victim.

and to anyone who is good enough to buy me a copy of Mortal Kombat: Deception, i'll be your best friend/love you till the bottom of my heart/whichever comes first. (don't worry, i'll give you money to buy it for me. i rarely go out these days.)

i have to get back on smackdown and play with manny pacquiao!! let me play!! let me play!! get off the f***ing ps2 and let me play!!!

lol. i'm sorry if i'm currently acting like a deprived and abused child. (take a hike, fagum.) it's just so boring and lifeless, i feel it's my obligation to...uhh...i don't really know.

MORTAL KOMBAT: DECEPTION!!!!!! (Hey, it's got Nightwolf. Lemme! Lemme!)

I will kiss any person who will give me a set of Chrome Moxes.

hi. i'm experiment number 627.

it's lilo and stitch mania on disney, and i'm in. :P just let me brew myself a glass of dalandan iced tea and then i'm watching. the packet says "100% RDA of vitamin c." para di tayo ma-scurvy. if we get scurvy chetty will give us a -10. sa card.

anyway, me and rod have been trading f4 mp3s. sana mahulugan tayo ng meteor rain.

no one -- except dianne -- is online. i'm waiting for rod then i'll challenge him to a chk sealed deck game.

I WANT MORTAL KOMBAT DECEPTION! LIU KANG LIVES!!!!!!

LIU KANG! LIU KANG! LIU KANG! WOOHOO!!!

when two games just aren't the same ;)

before i forget

once club was over we usually store our instruments back upstairs in the violin room. (it's a violin room, yes, but we, the orchestra/band, use it. so do the jammers.) and we go in and hear some freshman try to sing she will be loved in his forced falsetto. and it smelled like medicine inside. so i try my best to store the things as fast as i could and once i got out i was relieved to not hear his voice.

pilit talaga eh. can't he try harder to breathe? it's lower.

back to the topic.

when two games just aren't the same :P

right now i'm talking to jam and i'm telling her that i couldn't beat affinity (a.k.a. rod's deck) because of its initial speed. the speed of its explosive draws and its overwhelming board position. the outlets that can be shut down with a matrix.

anyway, i tell her that it's the speed that i can't catch up with, and then, oh, the ideas she gives me. *warning: slight magic-speak coming up*

- i need to build on my endurance then build up my speed.
that would be fine but the so-called endurance you speak of (i.e. steel wall) was already used by someone else (i.e. janvit) and it never worked. he was overrun by fire, not by flesh. maybe this works for swimming, but not for my deck. :P

- i need to draw the right cards.
if only that were easier done than said. in magic there are five colors: red, blue, black, white and green. i'm playing red, and rod plays steel with a mix of blue, black, and red. if you wanna draw the right cards all the time then blue is the way to go. unfortunately and obviously, red plays with fire. and then we need to rely on non-red things to do our drawing for us. like, sensei's divining top. once more, drawing the right cards is easier said than done. (hi enlightened tutor.)

- we'll need a little bit of luck.
of course. in this game, everyone needs a bit of luck. unless you do luck's job for him. (hello future sight, scry, long-term plans, parallel thoughts, index, second sight, etc, etc.)

so obviously, me and jam are both thinking in two different worlds. :P there's also something called aggressive, combo, and control. but i'll go into those some other time when my audience actually understands what i'm talking about.

Nurse: "Milady, she's dead! Juliet's dead! She's f***ing dead!"

why i don't like cocky idiots.

1. they're usually stupid.
2. papansin sila.
3. they're so bigheaded they can't see where they're going.
4. papansin sila.
5. they make promises they don't usually keep.
6. papansin sila.
7. they're rude.
8. they think with their mouth. < -- proven.
9. they're thick-faced.
10. they think they are the world, but one spear will just bring them down.

anyway

we had our first romeo and juliet practice yesterday and i must say for the first time to see it it was already good in itself. maybe it was the stellar cast, or the scriptwriter. *ahem.* or the script. or the director. *hi hans* or maybe all. or the gatorade we're going to use as poison. anyway, we will be the best.

we will rule. we will be bonggalicious. according to hans, that is.

please, forgive my eyebags.

today my eyebags were..um..what's the adjective for it? shall we say, baggier than they usually are. i couldn't get myself to sleep last night. i felt the fatigue in my bones but whenever my eyes flap down my free-willing imagination quickly drives it back up.

maybe, it was because of last night's nip/tuck episode. maybe.

it's probably that talking cadaver's head's fault. although her intentions weren't scary, it freaked me out when the cadaver (dictionary definition: dead body. corpse.) said "ouch!" while dr. mcnamara was giving her a rhinoplasty or something.

sean: "what did your head die of?"
christian: "heart attack. you?"
sean: "killed herself."
christian: "hey, wanna switch heads? mine is a midget and it's hard to operate on her with my big hands."

plastic surgeons. they're such a blast.

so after that, i couldn't sleep. something (...or someone unseen. joke.) kept me up last night and i only considered it a miracle when somehow, i drifted off to dreamland. then, i woke up early this morning (hey, it's a jazzy monday) and on my way to the shower i noticed big black patches below my eyes!!! *gasp*

(i was used to seeing my face normal as it should be.)

and then i played with the skin below my eyes, and figured out by myself why they call it eyebags.

screw consciousness! sleep rules! :D

the science of musicology

all morning i was tuned in to mtv and myx while chatting, and i noticed a few things.

sum 41.

i miss their old sound. i miss their original hits in too deep, fat lip, and what we're all about. it's so disappointing that their second and third albums don't sound like the first. i miss the pool sequences of the in too deep video. i miss that song's guitar interlude.

bow wow.

jojo has a new single and it features bow wow. yeah, you read that right. BOW WOW. obviously the dawg isn't little anymore (i recall fondly watching like mike. hehehe) and his voice has deepened. :P

smart business move to omit the "little" from the "bow wow".

other stuff i did this morning :D

i argued (or tried to) with jam about the matters on my previous blog entry. apparently, i lost. (i know, i know, no winning.) so given that my goal in life is to design and bring to life a ground-breaking game in the near future (example: the Sims), that very goal is now the purpose of my existence. it's starting to make sense now, but two contradicting theories won't mix very well. (duh.)

i tried hunting for the love below cover for my next layout, but i couldn't find a large one. the farthest i can go is a small one. and a wallpaper.

the diannish nurse

"Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little!"

- act four of romeo and juliet, scene 5

have to go. byebye!

"you are the prototype."

everything's gonna be alright. rock-a-bye. rock-a-bye.

oh my. it's been a blog-less week, and everyone has been looking for it, i presume. then again, it's been too busy, and no teacher assigned a research homework so i'm never online. mama is giving us an easy time this week with the Jose Rizal movies, and we had a twenty-five item-long check-up quiz. oh, mama. oh, papa. =))

anyway, my mind is blank = there is nothing to write about. someone said something that has been circulating in my mind right now, and to be honest it just might be folly. someone said hi to me, the first "hi" from her in a very long time. i'm depriving myself of the maiden, which means, i'm trying to forget her. actually i am in the process of forgetting her. my mind does not react anymore to her.

conversations with God

i've been reading the third one of the whole trilogy and i have to say, i've now erased all respect for religion. God says, through author Neal Donald Walsch, that the whole Christian faith was made up by some one/people and all of you believed it.

NDW: But wasn't it said that, "God said, vengeance is mine?"
God: I never said that. Someone made that up, and you all believed it.

And, something very fun:

God: There is no tomorrow, and there was no yesterday. There is only Now. The world is in the Eternal Moment of Now. You can not go to the time you call "tomorrow", you can only "be there".

And,

God: Where do you think your soul is?
NDW: Inside my body.
God: Your soul is actually not inside your body; it is the air that contains you. Everyone's souls are actually around them, so all souls are interconnected. But, there is only one soul. Your soul is everyone's, for everyone is you, a million yous individualized. And then, your soul is My soul. We are interconnected, we are all One.

Oooh. So everyone else is me, simply individualized.

Ever heard of HEBs?

better come back down to mars, girl quit chasing cars

hmmm..as i ponder on what to write next for my damned fil thingy, let me share an excerpt from it:

Hindi tulad sa mga ibang seksyon sa Ikalawang Taon, kami, ang seksyon namin, S-B, ay nagkaroon ng dalawang outreach. Ang unang outreach ay hindi natuloy dahil sa pagsuspend ng klase, pero noon ay nagkakakila-kilala kami bago umalis. Pag balik namin, hindi ako nagulat na kilala pa rin kami nila, dahil pagka-alis namin ay nagkakausap pa kami sa Friendster. Minsan sasabihin niya sakin, “Pepi, kailan kayo babalik?” At ang isasagot ko sa kanya ay, “Malapit na. Maghintay ka lang.”

NOTE: That's not Alan, you idiot. That's my foster bro.

now on to something else. please. thank you.

hmm. statistics (and testimonials) show that more people read FaculTV than I thought there would be at all. hmmm...maybe the overall expansion of FaculTV (you know, creating the scripts, shows, etc etc etc) earned me the job of making the Romeo and Juliet script for act IV. even if i am the leader, i have sort of given my responsibility to Hans, because he commands more presence since he is close to the teachers and able to recite the rosary in fluent Filipino with the exception of Hail Holy Queen. i even took some flak from miss ayen for laughing. (at the filipino rosary, that is)

And it's like...Everytime I turn around
I fall in love and find my heart face down
And where it lands is when it should
This time it's like
The two of us should probably start to fight
Cuz something's gotta go wrong
Cuz I'm feelin' way too damn good

- Feelin' Way Too Damn Good by Nickelback

Hmm. Major pluggage time. I don't do this so savor the moment. inhale. exhale. savor it. more. savor the moment. can you feel it? CAN YOU FEEL IT? lol. ok. pluggage:

Baby sis
Babiest sis
Posi
Rod
Jam
Julian
Leiron <-- HALAA!!! BAGONG MEMBER SA BLOG COMMUNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lemme tell you that his blogging style is similar to julian's previous style, before i told him on how to improve the damn thing. still, i don't think anyone else can match my blog style. (kapal ko eh. but then, lemme see if you can handle two sites at the same time. hahahaha. kapal ko pa rin. *bow*)

until next time, cheat to win!

"there's something wrong in the cockpit." "what is it?" "well, it's a room back there full of buttons, but that's not important."

i realize now that i couldn't die at all, much less not be online, for people require my company. at least, some do. :P

anyway, there is a loose end on the previous blog entry. it seems that i have forgotten to add this little question at the end of the whole entry:

"what would you do if I died?"

to compliment the topic of the previous entry.

Lord Capulet: "You, ho! More torches in my bedroom!"

Sige shout out time.

Dianne, I hate you. And now I got your name right.

Rather short blog because now I have nothing to say. Well actually I do have something to say before I leave. I want you to know that I can not be online all the time, no matter how much I will it. (will it..oh no. nasheshakespeare na ko) I'm really sorry if you needed me when I wasn't there, and I promise I will make it up to you by becoming your vent sponge, your avid listener, whatever you want me to be when you need me.

Anyway, back to the question. What will you do if I died?

what would you do if someone close to you died?

what would you do if someone close to you died? hmm.. let's look at the possibilities.

-if my sister died, i would be very very depressed. really. i lost a sister. and i never had a sister before in my life. she is the first and best sister i've ever had. ever. :P and i'd go to her funeral.

-if rod died, i would be depressed at a loss of a really damn good friend and worthy magic opponent. i'd overlook the times he would tease me and think of the funny moments that we had. and of course, i'd go to his funeral.

-if leiron died, i would be really really really very very depressed since i have lost my best friend in the world whom i understand the most, whom i only can handle when he is wild, whom all the craziness he absorbs goes to me. i'd go to his funeral, and bring the whole family along. there goes a worthy yet unworthy cardflopper.

-if mayee died, i would be sad at the loss of a person that makes my life fun whenever it needs to be. i'd probably go to tita Florida and ask for the happy little rant notebook (lolz) so that i can keep it. and i'd go to her funeral, and probably hit fagum in her memory.

-if julian died, i would be very sad because this guy is one of the closest persons i know. marami kaming memz lolz, and he is the honorable leader of our neopets guild. i will be truly sorry for all the times i've fought and condescended him, and i would go to his funeral.

-if beshtie died, i would be very sad since even if i haven't known her for a long time yet, marami na kaming mems sa chat. :P all the times condescending surreal for his oblivious-ness, giving each other advice about maiden and surreal (respectively, of course), telling each other what we can do if maiden or surreal asked who maiden and surreal were (:P), and etc etc etc. i would go to her funeral even if it meant i had to look for the memorial park. :P

-if jam died, it'll be very saddening and depressing since i lost a good friend. when i told her about alan, she didn't tease me (unlike the others. lol) but told me to just laugh at it. you concluded correctly, jam, i really won't probably see him again for the rest of my life. thanks for listening to my venting on that one. i would go to her funeral of course, even if it meant looking for its location. :P

yan. consider that the testis i never gave you, all of you mentioned above.

sige special mention time.

diane, ever since the dressing rooms were established, you've been using the wrong one all this time. now comment. :P

hans, sino ba leader sa paris group? ikaw or ako? musical or role-play? come on...we have to meet sometime.

i bid thee farewell! :P

now you've listened to my story, here's the point that i have made. chicks will only give you fever; be it farenheit or centigrade.

here's my ten ways to know you're falling through the pavement. aka, ten ways to know you're really falling for someone. copyright pepseeh.

1. you think she goes online just to look for you while she does her homework. you think that she goes online just to seek your company, and when she doesn't find you, she will sign off shortly.

2. you think she's your "saving grace". you think this because you find that a chance encounter actually led you to win a game of Magic. but then again you never know. and yet you ne'er listen. :P

3. naging ksp ka na sa kanya. although she may not notice it, you find that you have to get her attention somehow, at least once, in one day. if you feel that she didn't notice you, you suddenly become depressed and think that you're going to hell. or something close.

4. you think she comforts you. you tell her your worst problems and she gives you a way to go around it. you go around thinking, "ooh. she cares."

5. you try to talk to her, but feel guilty for wasting her time. you find an excuse or a topic so that you can just talk to her, but deep down inside you fear that she might think that you're just actually wasting her time. but then she receives you warmly.

6. every encounter with her is a happy moment. even if it was just a simple wave of hi or an apir, you will consider it as a joyful moment and write it in that happy little rant notebook. *wink wink nudge nudge*posi*wink wink nudge nudge*

7. somehow, you just have to get in her way. this one is similar to number three, but somehow placing yourself in her walking path is a cunning ploy to get her attention.

three more left to go.

8. what's inside actually counted. instead of what the others go for in her (aka the looks), her ability to make you smile made you fall through the pavement. then again, her friends tell you that maybe it's just her.

9. you laugh, and she laughs with you. she laughs, and you laugh with her. once you laughs, she laughs. once she laughs, you laugh. you feel that there's some sort of synergy (or if you would prefer the word chemistry) going on between you two.

and, 10. you take big risks. you're taking a huge risk to tell her how you really feel, and you really never know if she will get the message or not. you take a big chance, and probably it can be worth something. we won't ever know, but that's the way life goes, joe.

agh. agh. agh. nyah. nyah. nyah.

my body is giving me hell, and i have no urge to eat or anything. my nose is clogged, my phlegm is bugging me, and my body is faltering a bit.

short blog lang since sir pats will let us go in a few minutes.

here's a short story:

In many European countries, your grade is entirely determined by a single final exam. At one prominent school, the philosophy test (to be graded out of 20 points) contained only one question: "What is risk?"Of all the papers graded, only one recieved a perfect 20. The student had written on the first page "This."The rest of the test booklet was blank.

Got that while surfing around in Brainburst. Apparently it was someone's siggy. :P

romeo loved juliet, juliet she felt the same. when he put his arms around her, he said, "juliet baby you are my flame. you give me fever."

ok i friggin seriously really damned have to go now, but i feel that i can sneak one blog entry in for tonight. that talumpatian was two hours long, and i really regret that we didn't dance in it. there was some confusion regarding the dance itself. hey, what we got was an amazing song by ms. ruiz and mama rogs to sir lasa--este, a very nice duet by two teachers in our batch.

the pleno brothers rule. =P

as for the magnificat, all we can say is that we were happily slumbering UNTIL that small kid began to sing. lucky for justin and the others, they were able to get back to sleep. but i, traumatized by the kid's pitch of voice, was not able to get back to sleep, and began to poke fun at the play itself.

*bright lights turn on*

me & justin: "the light...it burns!!! make it stop!!!"

me: "what's with that apple?"

justin: "god is scary. and he's wielding that staff."

me: "aren't they supposed to be naked or something?"

me: "the devils are gay."

justin: "there's supposed to be three of them. see, three temptations. there's the third one now."

ok i have to be going now. ohhh romeo. :P

amazing. it's green. like julian.

I'm sorry if some people couldn't find it; I did change URLs to pepseehcola.blogspot.com. I guess I should advertise it properly.

since i'm so bored and probably the only one online (agh. what a shame for me. be offline for more than eight hours then go online to find yourself alone), i'll blog once more then probably, when i'm done, someone i can actually talk to and interact with will go online. the ym toaster will display that. pleeeeease go online. please? please? please?

btw, i've forgotten to do this the first time. hi hans! (special request eh.)

anyway, it's just so boring. i wonder where everyone is, not being online or anything. i'm just stuck here in the house, and if my parents are home (and conscious) i'm restricted to being offline. it's so boring, i know. i have this urge to bike outside but i know it's a hassle to take the bike out from its rack. our dog is having a happy nap outside, and i want to do the same, but something's keeping me up. heck i even want to play outside but who will i be playing with? my cousin isn't even here to play in our ps2.

hmm...after grade 5, what was on our ps1s were smackdown 2 (fun! really!) and knockout kings (wooh!), and TONY HAWK 2 (best game of the series. ever.) then the summer after was abe's odyssey (and going out to buy halo-halo) and heck, tiger woods 2002 (or 2001...i don't remember at all.) after getting the ps2, tekken 4 was what kept going on the ps2 during christmas holiday. summer before freshmen year were two months full of shut your mouth (royal rumble is the best. ever.), ffx, and the coup de grace...vice city. ohhh yeah. i still remember my "city strolls" with the tank. if i'm not playing with the tank, i would turn on the weapons cheat and see how far in the wanted rating i can go before being arrested. (para-fbi's were all the rage back then.) it was also fun to see the cars blowing up while my tank just rolls by. also some late-night the sims on ps2. crazy taxi also. fun! now if only i could persuade my dad to move the ps2 from the den back into our room, so that i would actually give a damn to what is being played.

last summer it was ffx-2 (a bit), of course, here comes the pain (seasons would last 2-3 days), and fight night (boxing never seemed so smart before.). this summer i wouldn't care what was being played coz i'm usually holed up in the room chatting, because the ps2 was two rooms away. i miss the days when both the pc and the ps2 were holed up in the same room. i used to chat while running around the calm lands. and drinking mirinda.

if you haven't caught my drift yet what i'm basically saying is that i miss the old days. this summer i did have fun in the u.s., no doubt, but i think i would've had more fun if i stayed home. or something. during this school year, sometimes, i wish i was back in the u.s., going to our tita's house, going to the nearest costco, going back to universal (and heading for the bathroom after the jurassic park ride), chatting really late at night and/or waking up at say, 4 am just to chat because i know everyone else is online at that time (and bracing the cold of the morning), and stealing a blank cd to burn on. (i took some flak from my parents for that.) oh, and calling leiron from the grand canyon! (that cost my tita a good $70-something, but she wasn't the one to scold me.)

i'm sorry if my blog has become julianish. i'm just so bored and i feel that if i take a nap, i would be wasting a good sunlight-washed day. actually i am wasting it sitting in front of the pc.

i'll probably see you all tomorrow, where school is my liberation, and fagum is the ultimate irony of all of it.

nyah. nyah. nyah. nyah.

this has got to be the most boring weekend i've ever had. being offline for more than 8 hours feels like you're missing one of your limbs, and even when you do get online, you find that the thing that you're looking for online isn't there, only to reappear when you're done. (confusing?)

it was so boring (i couldn't get online because of a restraining order) that i had to flip through the yearbooks just to do something fun. that something fun was looking at the old pictures of the maiden. (teehee)

grade 2 yearbook - the "innocent" look. not the maiden i know now.

grade 4 yearbook - mmm...not as healthy as today...some flesh missing from the jawline. have i missed something here?

grade 6 yearbook - close to the one i know now but still, not quite. there's something wrong but i can't quite put my finger on it.

grade 7 yearbook - the closest replica of the masterpiece, it's the one i trust the most. (well...duh...it's the most recent one yet.)

i'll probably be back later, but i tell you not to count on it. the only sane person/s online is rod and denise, but then again, would you count rod as sane?

out came erap from the large box that was airdropped.

for no good accountable reason at all, i shall list down the nicknames that i have been blessed upon. :P

starting with the oldest in my memory:

-pepe
-viva (ewan. ask my parents)
-peps
-pepiboo (parents! nyahahahahaha.)
-romeo (heh. teachers)
-super epep moron da third (haha i know you like that one)
[memory lapse]
-pepsi
-fefe
-fefsi
-mr. moran (memz lolz!)
-(official changing of spelling to pepi)
-kuya pepe
-pepseeh
-pepilepsi
-pepi cola

there are more but i only listed those which actually apply to the public. (and no, kuya kins, kuyeah, kuyaboo, kuyatotz, and beshtie don't count. sorry. :P and so do cola boy and cola man.)

trivia: my brothers don't call me kuya pepi. the only people to call me that are my cousins, and yet some of them use the name my brothers use. or some don't call me kuya at all. but hey, do i care?

trivia: my parents never call me romeo, even when they're in a bad mood.

and to end this drivel,

The song of a little bird
The joy in three little words
I know it's real
That's how it feels
To be loved by you

The stars from a midnight sky
The melody from a lullaby
There's nothing real
That I wouldn't steal
To be loved by you

To be loved by you
If everybody knows
It's only 'cause it shows

A smile to put you on a high
A kiss that sets your soul alight
Would it be all right if I spent tonight
Being loved by you

Your love is released
And you move me with ease
And you rescue me time after time
Oh you give your all
And you take it all in your stride

With all the power of a symphony
That's how my heart beats when you're holding me
I can't conceal, this is how it feels
To be loved by you

Oh yeah, to be loved by you

If everybody knows, it's only 'cause it shows
Because I take your love,
Everywhere I go

I know what it is I need,
it's clear as a shallow stream
It's as it seems, my only dream's
To be loved by you