some people are quick to believe.

okay, so i wanted to wait until monday to reveal the truth, but i couldn't wait any longer since some people, to my surprise, did believe the article i posted yesterday.

so, the truth is, the article isn't true. most (okay, actually, all) of what is on the The Onion isn't true at all. which percentage of America do you think was actually shocked to see a nude female right breast decorated with a sun ornament? only the soccer moms would be shocked, and males would've been wide-eyed, and subsequently, looking up a picture of that on the internet. besides, why would it become a shock a year later when the term "wardrobe malfunction" is now heard everywhere?

to those who believed it (you know who you are), don't be too hard on yourself. The Onion has fooled a lot of people (even me when I saw a snippet of their news on Newsweek, reporting events involving terrorists and the mythological hell of the Islam religion), but most notably, a Chinese news station. they reported that some members of U.S. government wanted a retractable roof on Capitol Hill (that's rather unaccurate, I sort of forgot the news), you know, that big building with a dome-shaped roof. guess where they found this news? that's right. The Onion.

do you actually believe there is a Near Naked Breast Disorder?

anyway, that's it. i just posted the article for kicks. i'm still ill, and i'm not motivated to go to school on monday.

i hate spyware.

exposed breast = trauma

the following article is taken from The Onion, America's Finest News Source.

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U.S. Children Still Traumatized One Year After Seeing Partially Exposed Breast On TV

WASHINGTON, DC—As the nation approaches the one-year anniversary of the Super Bowl XXXVIII tragedy, an FCC study shows that millions of U.S. children were severely traumatized by the exposure to a partially nude female breast during the Feb. 1, 2004 halftime show.

"No one who lived through that day is likely to forget the horror," said noted child therapist Dr. Eli Wasserbaum. "But it was especially hard on the children."

The tragic wardrobe malfunction occurred approximately 360 days ago, during Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake's performance of "Rock Your Body," when Timberlake tore Jackson's costume, accidentally revealing her right breast.

"By the time CBS cut to an aerial view of the stadium, the damage was done," said Wasserbaum, who has also worked extensively with orphaned and amputee children in Third World war zones. "I've found that children can be amazingly resilient, but this event was too much for many of them to take. The horrible image of that breast is likely to haunt them for the rest of their lives."

According to the 500-page report filed by the FCC, more than 90 percent of the children who saw the exposed breast said they were "confused and afraid."

"Mommy has dirty chest bumps," said a 5-year-old boy quoted in one of the thousands of case studies compiled by the FCC. "She's like the bad lady on TV. I'm afraid Mommy will take off her shirt and scare everyone. I hate Mommy."

Girls were traumatized as well, often expressing apprehensions about sexual development. According to Wasserbaum, one 8-year-old girl told her parents that she didn't "want to get evil breasts."

Wasserbaum said children of both genders associate their trauma with footballs, presumably because of the context in which they were exposed to the breast.

A great number of children who witnessed the tragedy are still plagued by nightmares of sun-shapes that recall Jackson's nipple ring. Of the infants who saw the breast, 76 percent are unwilling to breast feed or use a bottle, forcing their parents to nourish them intravenously.

"When the tragedy took place, we knew it would cause psychological trauma, but we had no idea how long the effects would last," Wasserbaum said."Our worst fears have been confirmed. It will take years to repair the damage."

Cases of deviant sexual development induced by breast-glimpsing are widespread amongst older children. Pathologies range from schoolyard exhibitionism to gender-role confusion and violent shirt-tearing.

"The FCC imposed the maximum $27,500 penalty on each of the 20 CBS-owned television stations," Wasserbaum said. "But the government offered no recompense to the individuals exposed to the breast. And neither Jackson nor Timberlake has ever specifically apolgized to the children whose lives they ruined, or donated a penny for the adolescents' psychiatric care."

Across America, parental concern over the condition doctors have dubbed Nearly Naked Breast Disorder continues to grow.

"How can my son Brandon be expected to make it through something like that unscathed?" asked mother of four Shonali Bhomik of the San Francisco-based What About the Children? Foundation, one of many social-awareness groups spearheading the fight for increased NNBD funding in Congress. "For approximately 1.5 seconds, he saw a breast. The image was seared into his innocent, tiny retinas. He can't close his eyes without replaying the whole ugly scene over and over in his little head."

"For the love of God—that breast was almost nude," Bhomik added.

Bhomik said she has concerns about her son's development.

"I shudder to think how this could affect my son once he reaches puberty," Bhomik said. "Little Brandon just wanted to watch the fun halftime show with his family. He was only 10 years old."
Bhomik is one of millions of people facing every parent's worst nightmare: that their child will see a partially exposed breast.

Wasserbaum said there is no way to predict whether the children will recover.

"One thing is certain," Wasserbaum said. "For us as a nation, the horrific consequences of almost-nakedness have only just begun to make themselves apparent."

Wasserbaum added that children who saw the televised breast in Europe, Australia, and various other nations throughout the world were somehow unaffected by the sight.

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read the full article (with pictures!) http://www.theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4104">here.

now, only the *smart* people will understand the real point of this article.

and, can somebody please tell me why other people ask me to comment on their blogs, but they don't have the time to return the favor and comment here?

that was annoying. honestly.

finally, there's something happening at the school which, in my OPINION (there, labeled it. now you can't touch it) is more annoying than alvin (goodness that was a pain to link), is the sudden transformation of the school to adapt the frigging paascu. it's sick, it's lowly, it's desperate, and it's quite annoying as well.

i mean, look. when we came in the lab for computer today, we were amazed to find that all the monobloc chairs have been replaced by sleek, black minimalist chairs (hey, they look sexy). then, the following dialogue ensued.

paul: "sir, bakit bago na mga upuan natin?"
me and leiron: "paascu!!!"
sir pats: "why ask a question if you're going to answer it yourself?"
me and leiron: "o diba?" *high five*
sir pats: "o, that's your answer, not mine."

even sir pats is thankfully smart enough to realize that the sudden switch of furniture is a product of desperation, and is a big shame on everyone that is running this school. but it does give the comp lab a nice "internet cafe" touch.

it's also sickening how the principal is canceling our assemblies just for them, the paascu. not to be cocky, but i really want the results of the dramafest and to have it over with. as teacher edmon said, "go not for the award, but for the legacy."

and since when does the whole external look of the school become part of its system? i don't see how new paint jobs help teachers get their point across to us.

there are so many things wrong with this paascu visit. i can imagine it already; teacher sofie will stretch her smile even more to accomodate them; teacher liza will hold her temper for a while; teacher richie...well, teacher richie's a good teacher, nothing wrong with him; teacher rissa will probably stop snapping at students for two days; and us trying to get along with the program.

everything so wrong, just for a little raise in the damned tuition. oh joy, more ways to screw money from our parents and spending them on... well, you get the point.

maybe the principal will let the paascu see the real side of dlsz someday. when there's a new principal. hopefully.

anyway, let's continue to enjoy our freedom of speech and grit our teeth and pray that the whole paascu fiasco is over with, and fast. love lots, pepseeh

so many things

there are so many things to blog about today.

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last night, me and my mom went to andrea's debut. asha, tita monsy and tito toby, and of course, andrea and tita anna's family were there (duh). i guess i failed on the beso-beso part because i pressed my lips against their cheeks *really* hard and it even hurt while kissing andrea. note to self: calm down during beso-beso.

anyway, after i spotted asha i went over to her and i got introduced to her mother, who then promised to go over to our table and introduce herself to my mother. and, arun has really neglected his hair. *applause*

we had to eat with two forks and a knife. i got myself some pasta, nachos, a taco, and some cordon bleu. i can eat those with forks (a little help from my mother, it was hard to pick rice with a fork and a knife), but the thing that bugged me was the chocolate mousse sans spoon. because i had to eat it with a fork, flakes of mousse were still left in the glass. sayang sa mousse.

*me and asha pass by the chocolate mousses before dinner*
asha: "patience, pepi."

so we were supposed to be serenaded but the yfc surprise(d) band sang a bad 214 and wag na wag (britney can really pull off a better acoustic).

and then, leiron came (all by himself) and we decided to stay outside and talk about stuff. asha's mom came to meet leiron, and then, he recounted his field trip to the principal's office for the nth time. i mixed san mig light with coke and calamansi soda because that's what i always do and i always get the same reaction because no one else is brave enough to try two different softdrinks mixed together. (why would you mix sprite and 7-up or coke and pepsi together?)

we left with tita monsy and tito toby. (o diba isaw friendships mga magulang natin)

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and this sunday morning, i'm the one doing all the hard(er) work for our ip.

warning: rant ahead.

why is it that i'm the one doing the actual experimentation? unlike eibee's group, i, at home, am the one doing all the mixing of squid (hey, it doesn't smell so much after you've added ethyl alcohol) ink. i ask nancy why i'm the only one tasked to do the actual chemistry and she tells me that i'm the only one who knows how to do it.

tell you what, it's all guesswork.

i don't think eibee and her group really knew how to do it at the beginning, which is why we're given so many trials. i don't even know what i'm doing, and this ink ends up looking like black and gray watercolor. why not work on it together at chris's house?

you know what, forget it. it's done. leiron, don't go around boasting that we finished the whole thing, because in truth, i did the whole thing, you guys were only in charge of the whole paperwork.

and in an ironic moment, i feel guilty for leaving ryan to mix the toothpaste while i did the paperwork last year.

in the meantime, let's all enjoy our freedom of speech. ;)

nice job, dear principal.

if you read a lot of blogs, you can see that each blog is unique and two blogs are not the same. the only thing that will link them together is the fact that all blogs are expressions of human emotion and opinion, both directly or indirectly. now, if you would read someone's blog and an entry wherein they're pissed at some certain person, you would see that they're sort of ashamed to mention the person they're pissed at's name and therefore refusing to reveal his identity. if you would read my blog instead, you'd see that whenever i'm pissed at someone, i'm not shy to tell you all who that person is. (read archives for such examples.) and whenever i'm pissed at someone, i do mention his or her or its name, and sure enough, i rant. and rant. and rant. see where i'm getting at? i'm not shy to offend anyone i'm mad at. and surely, so do other bloggers.

some people don't or don't even try to understand and grasp this concept. they just think that they can change whatever they saw that offended them with a simple statement, flick of a wrist, and a snap of the finger.

the story of how leiron was summoned to the principal's office has spread like wildfire for the past few days. this week, we've never had a recess or lunch time without at least one person asking him "what happened?" he's so traumatized whenever he hears the name "alfred", he's somewhat exaggerating his story (natikman daw ang bawal na prutas), and frankly, he's decided to quit blogging.

now, dear principal, see what you just did? by intervening in a person's train of emotional thought, in the process of requesting him to delete what you deem contraband, you broke his faith in the great online journal. his will to blog has been lost, and you lower the total SB blog count to 17.

asha, on the other hand, has only intensified security. not bad.

anyway, you sir, are a total wart. you say our blogs spread propagandic material, i say that we didn't need blogs in the first place to start propaganda. you say we're unfair, i say you can even out the playing field by insulting us in turn. (hey, it's a free world, floyd.) you say you're not happy with this, and obviously, i say that, as the author of this blog, i am bursting with joy.

oh, what the heck

i got this survey from divine's blog.Name: PepseehAGE: 1Year: 200

1. PLACE YOU HUNG OUT MOST IN THIS YEAR:
school, town, my room. i never go anywhere else, i guess.

2. FAVORITE NEW PLACE YOU DISCOVERED:
neutral grounds ;)

3. PLACES YOU WENT ON DATES:
me, an unfavorable geek, go on dates? perish the thought! :P

4. FAVORITE VACATION SPOT FOR THE YEAR:
i was never a beach person, so i'd take vegas! won so many stuff there.

5. PLACES YOU MADE OUT IN THIS YEAR:
wala eh :P

PEOPLE:
1. PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT YOU A LOT THIS YEAR:
sir lasap, ms. rogador, ms. ortiguero, ms. paclarin, mr. viroomal, the list goes on...

2. AN OLD FRIEND YOU REDISCOVERED THIS YEAR:
<a href="http://twisted.buffybaby.com">vicky!!!

3. PERSON WHO TOLD YOU THE NICEST THING ABOUT YOURSELF:
my sisters, jam, fozzy

4. PERSON WHO DID SOMETHING REALLY GREAT FOR YOU AND WHAT:
no one does great things for me, i guess.

5. PERSON YOU SPENT THE MOST TIME WITH THIS YEAR:
hands down si rod at si leiron.

6. PERSON YOU DID SOMETHING REALLY GREAT FOR AND WHAT:
i don't remember doing great things, but one thing could be reconciling with vicky :P

7. SOMEONE YOU WISHED YOU TALKED TO THIS YEAR:
i wished i'd talked to manda more. lol. i keep feeling guilty about stopping to talk to her :P

8. SOMEONE WHOM YOU STARTED A GREAT NEW FRIENDSHIP WITH THIS YEAR:
samgee!!! >:D<

9. OLD ENEMY/S YOU MADE PEACE WITH THIS YEAR:
vicky. (because you were mad at me, i became mad at you. then, we made peace. :P)

10. SOMEONE YOU LOST THIS YEAR:
FPJ (feeling close)

11. PERSON/S YOU KISSED THIS YEAR:
mostly my mom and dad :P

12. PERSON WHO MADE YOU LAUGH THE MOST:
rod, leiron, and fozzy. :P

13. PERSON WHO MADE YOU CRY:
people don't make me cry anymore :P

14. PERSON YOU DISLIKED WHEN THE YEAR BEGAN BUT ENDED UP BECOMING GOOD FRIENDS WITH:
vicky :P i've been much more than a good friend, i became a brother :P

15. PERSON YOU CRUSHED ON THE ENTIRE YEAR:
may fluctuation ng konti :P

16. SOMEONE YOU WISHED YOU APOLOGIZED TO:
hmm... i've said all apologies that needed to be said already.

17. PEOPLE YOU WENT OUT ON DATES WITH:
i've never been on a date, but i witnessed firsthand how one went (anna-mykell :P)

18. FRIENDS YOU WENT OUT WITH A LOT:
leiron. i'm always stuck with him :P

19. COOLEST PERSON YOU MET THIS YEAR:
i couldn't count neil since last year pa kami magkakilala... maybe, it has to be jam or samgee. :P

STUFF:
1. CLOTHING ITEM YOU WORE THE MOST THIS YEAR:
shorts and underwear :P single item ba? e di belt ko :P

2. NICEST PRESENT YOU GOT THIS YEAR:
krook and j.o.l.o. cd. thank you ;)

3. FAVORITE SONG/S FOR THE YEAR:
Burning In My Light - Mercy Drive / On Your Own - Krook and J.O.L.O. (memz) / Free Ride - Edgar Winter Group (nasa akin pa mp3, sis) / Roses - Outkast

4. COOLEST EVENT OF THE YEAR:
wrestlemania XX :P (astig kung makarating sa wrestlemania XXX)

5. NEW HOBBY YOU PICKED UP THIS YEAR:
blogging smarter, magic ;) and creating fantasy cards

6. BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR:
The Da Vinci Project.

7. BEST MOVIE:
either Spiderman 2 or Farenheit 9/11. according to reviews ;)

8. MOST SHOCKING NEWS HEADLINE OF THE YEAR:
"Superman, patay na!"

9. FAVORITE FOOD OF THE YEAR:
Bacon Double-Decker (close kami ni priscilla eh)

10. FAVORITE NEW ARTIST THAT CAME OUT THIS YEAR:
krook and j.o.l.o.

LESSONS:
1. WISEST THING YOU DID THIS YEAR:
disguise myself as a chicken and run down the principal using sir fabian's car. i wish. :P okay, the wisest thing i've done is become the big brother of two sisters ;)

2. STUPIDEST THING YOU DID THIS YEAR:
misjudge chetty.

3. BIGGEST CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE THIS YEAR:
all of a sudden, for some reason, whenever i get load, it seems to disappear pretty fast. *wink*

4. BIGGEST CHALLENGE OF THE YEAR:
designing a very, very, very good original deck.

5. SOMETHING YOU LEARNED THE HARD WAY:
argue when you're right.

6. GREATEST LESSON YOU LEARNED THIS YEAR ABOUT:
A. LOVE - other people have more love problems than i do, so i help. at least, try to.

B. LIFE - life is a wrestling match, wherein you are the champion defending your title.

7. BEST JOKE YOU'VE HEARD ALL YEAR:
there was this guy whose car crashed down near a monastery...

8. BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE YEAR:
edge has NOT captured the title yet.

9. BIGGEST BLESSING OF THE YEAR:
gaining two sisters. ;)

10. BIGGEST THING YOU DISCOVERED ABOUT THE WORLD:
the world is handing you the championship belt already, but you're just not taking it.

11. BIGGEST THING YOU DISCOVERED ABOUT PEOPLE IN GENERAL:
i can get along with 95% of people.

LASTLY...
1. GOALS/DREAMS FOR THE NEXT YEAR:
beat affinity on a regular basis, and get better grades.

2. PREDICTIONS FOR NEXT YEAR ON:
A. LOVE - hmm... i'll try to stay out of it for a while. but there's still that maiden.

B. CAREER - i will design BETTER cards.

that's it. now we can officially start 2005, i guess :P

wow, this layout is beautiful...

...and it takes me back to the summer before freshman year, but i don't want to get back into reminisce mode again so soon.

anyway.

leiron was summoned to the principal's office yesterday, and the dear principal talked to him about his blog, and to the specific entry about the "private lounge behind the mirror in the boy's dressing room". man, that was smart. i applaud leiron for that.

okay, there's one thing, that's disrespect. but there's also the other thing, leiron (or me, or anyone else who just blogged about the principal, given that you blog in blogger, blogdrive, livejournal, or your own personal site) didn't do it in any school-controlled server. he did that on blogger, which is not owned by dlsz, dlsu, not even the philippine government. and by doing so, he just exercised the right to freedom of speech, which is a human right etched in stone and sitting smugly in the constitution.

so, the principal does not have any right to throw a case at leiron or myself at all. there was never an offense written in the students' handbook about "speaking your mind and plastering it all over the internet, or the tv, or the radio, or a non-school publication. anyway, he does, however, have the right to be depressed and cry tears in his pink pillow.

yaps: "mag-aabugado ka ba?"
me: "hindi. i just know my rights."

okay, in fairness, the principal can do the same anyway. he can just make a blog and post nasty things about us students if he wants to. the internet is free, anyone can have his or her own propaganda.

in closing, when it comes to people, and their blogs with their personal opinions about you and how they hate you so much, dear principal, you can't see us.

three. two. one.

-reminisce mode-

reminisce - rem·i·nisce (rm-ns) intr.v. rem·i·nisced, rem·i·nisc·ing, rem·i·nisc·es To recollect and tell of past experiences or events. (courtesy of dictionary.com) / Reminisce - 2U (Sorcery) : Target player shuffles his or her graveyard into his or her library. (ON-U) (courtesy of apprentice)

reminisce to when: summer before grade 6
what was i playing back then: smackdown! 2 (know your role), street sk8er 2, tony hawk 2, wild arms 2, final fantasy tactics, final fantasy IX, counter-strike, starcraft (was playing with stardraft), and a bit of marvel vs. capcom.

i'd also quit magic only to find that i would be playing it again three years later.

yesterday, i rediscovered what it feels like to have the wind touching your face as you speed idly by the village. i've relearned how to ride the bike (but it's not like i forgot how to) and i learned to love it once more.

as i was speeding laps over the village circuit (i live in a small subdivision in sta. rosa, laguna. it's called a province, and it's pretty windy outside.) i took myself back in my mind which has an internal tv (and an internal radio whose playlist seems to surprise me all the time, really), to a time when i signed in as lombardia from playing too much wild arms, when i was having fun with the loop in mexico, when i along with my brother and cousin could walk several meters downtown to have two hours of CS (with a screen name of The_One and/or Ifrit) and prancing around de_dust/cs_mexico/de_dust2/cs_militia/cs_italy (memz!!!), and when i could actually play starcraft online from my old laptop thru battle.net. yes, those were the memories.

i truly remember the fragfests we would have in de_dust (the most popular level in CS. evarrr) or cs_italy (because there was a singing tenor in the background) and the changing of tactics (most of us preferred to have an arctic for sniping, but i can actually kill with a steyr scout with 2-3 shots to the head) and the popular kutsilyohan under/near the bridge.

now if only i could get to a netopia without people playing an MMORPG. i want to frag.

boobs sell games.

i was perusing the GamesMaster issue i bought at the airport, and i saw the FFXII preview on it, and i thought upon seeing the girl lead character.

i'll make like a smart blogger/gamer and tell you that if you would buy any game on any console from any video game shop, i can automatically tell you that if it isn't Gran Turismo (Ridge Racer has those racegirls), there would be a woman character in that game, scantily dressed, and sporting d-cups or more.

so, am i right, or am i right?

i should be. let's start counting:

1. final fantasy VII to present. dah.
2. rod's mage.
3. starcraft. believe it or not, kerrigan IS a babe. and look at starcraft ghost.
4. tekken. all hail ling xiaoyu.
5. the infamous dead or alive series.
6. warcraft. oooh, jaina.
7. grand theft auto III to present. although i have to admit, candy suxxx is a bit blocky.
8. soul calibur. hello, taki. hello, ivy.
9. bmx xxx. honestly, would i leave that out?
10. mortal kombat.

special mention: on the local scene, there's anito and the lead character maya.

and i haven't even scratched the surface yet.

women and their bodies have been haplessly exploited by game companies in their advertisements just to rocket their games off the retailer's shelf. well, it seems to work.

but the point was, hast thou no respect?

no one else listened to me, when i said that "we are THAT damn good."

i said it before and i was dissed by fozzy and hans. i said it before and i was told off for being too cocky. i said it before and i almost came close to regretting it. so now that me, the whole of s-b, and everyone else in the audience witnessed and gave us due credit, i'll say it again.

we are THAT damn good.

go on, throw the first stone. ;)

best of 2004

[belated] happy new year, everyone ;)

apologies for not having blogged for the past week. unbeknownst to me, there are some people who want me to blog/go online. well. i'm in the library, so isn't that pathetic.

anyway, there's this best of 2004 list that was undulating up in my head for the past few days which in i haven't blogged ever.

starting from the earliest i can snatch from my memories:

concerts. here's an urban legend: six people were playing magic at the orchestra room one day, when they were pulled out of class for tech rehearsal. they were all getting along happily, when suddenly and rather sneakily, the school's homosexual principal burst in the door and entered the room where the six magic players and two or so texters were staying. and so, he went off to ask the people what was going on, and the people replied the obvious response. and he was kind enough to confiscate the cellphones the non-magic players were using. so what was the urban legend part there? well, in order to get the cellphone back, the [male] owner must swallow, if you catch my drift.

[playing] in graduation. this is memz with julian only. we translated the whole pomp and circumstance for alto sax, given that i was the only alto sax present. jackie would've been the only clarinet present, but that other clarinet got in the way. lol. this was also the part where sir fajardo would actually leave us in the middle of the whole thing, and here's a quote to boot:

"your conductor abandoned ship!" - mrs. valencia

#galitjanvit. i really would like to say "need i say more?" but it's just too good to pass up. the field of dreams; the battleground of hearts; the movement against gays; the strengthening of friendships; those are all the things this once-legendary chatroom once symbolized. (what the heck, who am i kidding?) really, it was just something i started, and it was the chatroom of you, me, julian, jam, vicky, leiron, rod, and other assorted people. it was our summer pastime before we (among other people) discovered ym. (honestly.)

vacation in states. the thing that would most probably symbolize my vacation in the u.s. is the spongebob doll vicky has right now. (because i bought it for her in universal studios. but hey, i have another spongebob sitting at home.) i do remember setting my internal alarm clock to wake up at 3-4 a.m. in pacific time just to chat with everyone. i would wake up, check the digital clock, and haul (sometimes, i would crawl) my ass with my blanket, holding my dog tags just so that they won't clink unnecessarily, and move my way to the computer and turn on irc or ym. i did buy maroon 5 over there. problem is, i left the case in my tita's highlander. all i have is the cd.

first day of classes. not much, but the start of a new school year.

intrams. suffice it to say, i couldn't express this one enough. we should have been second place. you do not award second place to a group that has janvit in it. joking. all hilarity aside, i (and probably, other people) felt that we were working hard enough and balancing the scales of the gagu-gaguhan and the seryoso concepts of the dance too carefully to be awarded a mere third place. and, i really wanted to participate in the inter-batch. we were third place. bullshit. sam, thanks for running [just] to see our dance. i appreciate it. :P

act iv. "milady, she's dead! she's f.. *pause* dead!" yes, that's what we heard.

afternoon delight. honestly, before and when i stepped onstage, i never would've imagined that the auditorium would be packed. well, maybe because of the lack of activity outside, but there were a lot of supporters. (hi sir lasap and ms. rogador, sitting together in the right) but there was this nice bonding session before going onstage. "don't touch me!"

christmas party. the actual party in the s-b classroom was boring. but you have to hand it to leiron to become nervous with giving his gift, an [unwrapped] ferrero prestige pack. (it has ferrero, mon cheri, and that other sort of ferrero wrapped in silver). me? i just gave two balls and a bell of ferrero. (it took one person days to finish the whole thing, and another person just a single sitting to finish it all. can you guess who they are?)

okay, so that's my "best of 2004" blog. if i've missed anything, feel free to cast the first stone and tell me what memz lolz i have undeliberately missed.

love lots, pepseh ;)