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*



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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.