why are watches in watch advertisements always set to 10:10?

here, you try. *click*

hanggang level 5 lang ako, eh. i couldn't sort it out properly anymore after 5 or so minutes. if you can't get past level 1, i'm sorry, but you're stupid.

time check brought to you by motolite - "pangmatagalan!"

ever-so-faithful.

CALLER: good evening, dj cicero. i'm a foreigner, and my name is bob. you see, i just moved here in the philippines, and i wanted to know all about it, its history, culture, and so on and so forth. i was just reading its history somewhere, and i saw that there have been three People Powers already! what's up with the philippines and their obssession with rallies?

DJ CICERO: hello, and what's up, bob? yes, i've noticed the trend too with the philippines and their rally obssession. (see, these kinds of things are not nothing! they're something!) my good, late friend burrhus frederic skinner (1904-1990, by the way) can explain the filipino's love for rallying and forcefully usurping our nation's leaders.

you see, he believes that freedom is merely an illusion, and all our actions are just behaviors "conditioned" by stimuli all around us, in our environment. relating to the filipinos, their "stimulus" for people power 1 was marcos. by learning how to utilize that stimulus to get a result, or start a rally in EDSA to overthrow the president, they realized that they can do this anytime they think that the president is a wart. but we know that way of thinking is wrong.

thank you for calling, bob, and i hope i was able to enlighten you a bit about the filipinos!

billie jean's not my girl

leiron, russell, cholo, santi, and to anyone else who asks - she's not my girlfriend. hanap na kayo ng bagong gimmick.

i could never betray andromeda.

who taught you social studies?

i haven't blogged about this topic ever. i only talk about it when i comment on other people's blogs. you know, i'm going into this with no research on the current news at all; please do tell me if there is something inaccurate with the entry. (i.e. if it was already proven that gloria cheated)

on my way home from the barber (and no, i didn't get my head shaved) i saw some small posters plastered all over a wall. these posters claimed gloria was a fascist. (it said pasista, so of course it would pertain to a fascist in translation, unless someone could tell me otherwise.)

well, whoever is managing the group doesn't know his or her types of government leaders. suggestion: play some civ.

for those who don't know, fascism, according to wikipedia (yeah, it gets pretty handy these days) does:

• exalts the nation, (and sometimes the race or culture) above the individual, with the state apparatus being supreme.
• stresses loyalty to a single leader.
• uses violence and modern techniques of propaganda and censorship to forcibly suppress political opposition.
• engages in severe economic and social regimentation.
• engages in syndicalist corporatism.
• implements totalitarian systems.

our president did none of this, mind you. maybe the "stresses loyalty to a single leader" part, although figuratively and debatable. how could you possibly call yourself a political opposition group when you make the wrong political claims?

and, also on the posters were (strong) claims of her cheating in the elections. of course, you hear it everywhere, but the annoying thing is they made it sound like it was already proven, which is something it isn't. well, she did admit that she was on the (illegally wiretapped) conversation, but that doesn't immediately point out that she cheated on the elections. how many times must we stress that fact?

i long for the day when this (that is to say, our) generation takes over the palace. we've had so much bullshit from the previous generation already. my humble opinion.

oh, and the sona was rather short. she was merely stating the obvious in her speech. good move on reusing a gown, though.

out of pure annoyance

because i have been asked this question by four people today, here is the frigging format of the AP project i submitted a long, long time ago for future reference:

the essay has to be double-spaced, size 12, and times new roman. it has to be at least 2 pages. what its content is comprised of is your view on the current political situation. are you pro- or anti-arroyo? expound on whatever answer you come up with.

at least, now i have a good excuse for telling people to read my blog.

accidentally locked into a cage

i've got blogger's block, meaning that i've found it impossible to blog easily. that's why my lj isn't updated.

i wonder when i'll get out from this stupor.

insidious dreams 3

i had a dream last night. unusually, it was about noy, and leiron and i were in it. unusually as well, noy said to stop teasing him because he doesn't like it anymore.

leiron, you might want to take that as a warning. ;)

"guess who, won-won?"

heffy birthday, fozzy :P i'd copy the two-page tribute i wrote for you in the notebook, but seeing as it's with you as i blog, it'll have to wait another day. (there's a continuation, by the way.)

i finally got my hands on the book, but the sad thing is that i've only borrowed it from angelic. i'd even contemplated on trying to beat jam's six-hour record but it dawned on me on the third hour that i wouldn't make it anyway. the hormones are raging, and severus is an asshole. marami-raming LQ. although i wouldn't want to be caught with loser's lurgy.

and just my luck, the alan topic has slightly resurfaced. imminent doom during our hot seats on my part, anyway. noy hasn't called me for hot seat yet.

how long do i have to bother with asp?

I fear that one day I'll meet God, He'll sneeze, and I wouldn't know what to say

so much for angst and depression - that really wasn't my thing in the first place.

CALLER: good day, dj cicero. isn't it a good day, noh? well, the past month has been hell for me, dj cicero. by the way, dj cicero, i will hide my identity in the initials "PGMA". very hard for me, noh. anyway, after a stupid wiretapped conversation released a month ago, noh, i am now in the center of chaos in the govern- este, now i am in the center of chaos. what do i have to do to convince the people of the - este, what do i have to do to convince the people involved that i didn't cheat in the - este, that i didn't do anything wrong, noh, and what do i have to know?

DJ CICERO: good day, ms. "PGMA". i think i understand your situation. do you know the great philosopher socrates? he was a wise, wise man, and used the great systems in his philosophizing. anyway, there is only one thing that you have to know, really, since it's one of socrates's philosophies, and what earned him the title of a "wise man" - you have to know that you do not know. about your persecutors, maybe you could have them try the socratic method of questioning on you, or vice versa. it's vigorous and long, but once it goes a full circle, they might stop due to annoyance. good luck, ms. "PGMA", and whatever you do, don't drink any hemlock.

i won't look back, i'll fight to remain

one word: pressure -

- is making me a bitch. and slowly turning me into a heel.

confusion, disorientation, abashing, abashment, addling, agitation, befuddlement, befuddling, bemusement, bewilderment, blurring, chagrin, cluttering

the very, very last thing i have to say about the leiron issue is this:

leiron, if you're asking for my respect, you didn't have to look further. it was there all along, but it was blurred along the lines of my constant criticism, which i will admit was my fault. but do try to be a lot careful next time, please? especially if you want to be a surgeon. if i absolutely need it, you're going to be my surgeon that i'm going to, and i don't want to have to file a malpractice case.

by the way, welcome to the brainburst forums ;) and the thing i love about you, leiron, the most, is the fact that we're all fine and dandy by the end of the day, amidst your reaction to my blog and to the nasty things i always happen to say. :P

moving on. if you click below, you'd learn all about today.

julia announces the clubs, and i was very shocked because i didn't hear the name of the orchestra being sounded off on the list. and what's with the fucked-up club system? what's with that? why change something that was going smooth last year? going back, i was very much appalled and furious that we don't have a club.

so i told leiron, and we were discussing it over lunch. of course, the points aforementioned were brought up in the discussion. we then tell other orchestra people. (of course, we're still furious about the whole thing at that time.)

moving forward to the actual club "promo" (or "fair" if you want to call it that) we find sir melvin and he says that we do have a club. "wtf?" we then think about the other people whom we told that there was no orchestra club.

not giving a damn, we head to the orchestra room to have fun and just plain play around, when it was mark salvan, i remember, that told us that sir melvin and the others have secured a table. so we sign up, be done with it, end of story.

some other things accountable for are the presence of nonoy and ms. raffon together for the whole time, a new rondalla teacher (wowie, looks like you can go back now), and russell's retrieval of his confiscated ipod. kasi eh.

looks like we can breathe easy. right now i'm not giving a damn about that t.h.e. poster since i did 80% of it anyway.

once you decide to pretend, pretend even the little things

i didn't intend to go into my usual holier-than-thou mode and be arrogant, but something iffed me today. if you're interested, you might want to click to continue ;)

so earlier today, leiron tells me he's going to attend that talk about applying to harvard and schools abroad. you'd do well to know that you need to have a high caliber of intelligence. leiron almost has me convinced (i'm hopeful for anyone, anyway) until someone (francis, i think) tells us that sir melvin is summoning us.

sir melvin tells us that leiron left the neck of his sax back at the band room. although that may not seem like a big deal, to me it was a huge sign of his carelessness and/or his irresponsibility of the little things. [echo] the little things. [/echo]

how the hell can you aspire to be a doctor or surgeon if you're careless? in the near future i can imagine that, not to be utterly pessimistic and dream-shattering, you're going to have a malpractice case filed against you because you left a scalpel inside someone. (damn, i watch too much nip/tuck.) and why would that happen? because you're careless. if you don't fix that, not to be utterly pessmistic and dream-shattering yet again, you're never going to be a doctor or surgeon.

[holier-than-thou arrogance] which is why there is nothing empty in my statement when i say to leiron, out of hand, that i'm smarter than him. [/holier-than-thou arrogance]

ang yabang ko, noh? sige, bring on the flames.

The man asked his friend, "Did your girlfriend ask for an SUV?" The friend said, "No, why?" "Because there are no fake SUVs."

CALLER: good morning, dj cicero. my name is george "dubya" bush. i think you know me already, so let's cut to the chase. a couple of years ago, i started a war. why? well, dj cicero, do you remember what happened at the now infamous 9/11 tragedy? that asshole son-of-a-camel bin laden sent two planes to crash my effing twin towers! now i suspected scudboy saddam hussein, his sick-ass sons, and his iraq of having weapons of mass destruction stored somewhere in a desert mudhole. well, we've toppled saddam and his regime, made reparations in iraq, and well... we haven't found any WMD yet. what did i do wrong?

DJ CICERO: good morning, george "dubya" bush. i completely understand your situation. you are committing what my late good friend gilbert ryle likes to call a "category mistake". you see, we know you're looking for WMD. the category mistake there is, amidst the scud missiles, terrorists, and suicide bombers riding buses, you can't find the WMD you're looking for; therefore, you think that the WMD is something invisible.

i suggest you search further.

don't fuck with us, 'cause we're bad bad men

to all ATC-goers: watch out for a 5'4", fatherly-looking (middle-aged, siguro), thin man. this guy will approach you, try to frisk through your pockets, and strongly claim that you stole his "son's" "cellphone". if you encounter him, strongly deny that you stole a cellphone (after all, you didn't, right?).

obviously, his scam is that whatever phone you're going to present to him, he'll claim that it's the stolen cellphone, and he'll steal it.

i've thought about the authenticity of his story and his motive, and decided that he was really up to no good and not a worried father. what gave him away? the fact that he tried to go through your pockets.

a wise man once told me, "if you're going to prove a point, do it right"

some of you may or may not have seen leiron's most recent blog entry. it's about blogs, and in it he tries to classify and categorize blogs. if i may (and i know i may), i'm going to include some addenda (before you try me on my grammar, let me tell you that addenda is the plural form of addendum, much like how errata is the plural form of erratum and how data is the plural form of datum.) and point out some errata. (let me point out again that i am only correcting, not giving deconstructive criticism.)

NON-RELATED ADDENDUM: (there's a link just below this that will show the whole post. if you're observant enough, you'll see that it's on all posts. in this and other long posts' cases, it will show the whole gist of the blog. although, there is no extra information to be gained by clicking the same link on all my older blogs, and i will tell you when there is if you click. entiende?)


let's do some dissection.

"First, let us define a blog.

Blog - an online diary/journal where it's user(s) may jot down ordinary daily activities, agendas, announcements, etcetera etcetera etcetera."

close, but not quite. a more accurate definition would be:

Blog - derived from weblog. an online diary or journal, where its author(s)/owner(s) record all or any events, daily activities, agendas, announcements, insights, experiences, literature, et al, according to their preferences.

although, wikipedia puts it this way (this is the short end):

A weblog (usually shortened to blog, but occasionally spelled web log) is a web-based publication consisting primarily of periodic articles (normally in reverse chronological order). Although most early weblogs were manually updated, tools to automate the maintenance of such sites made them accessible to a much larger population, and the use of some sort of browser-based software is now a typical aspect of "blogging".

but anyway, moving on.

"Call me a discriminative blogger, basta call me when i'm at home. Weekends only." if i remember correctly, this is a slight variation of my hirit in LJ. wala lang ;)

"Although somewhat illiterate sometimes" face it. most blogs are illiterate (well, not completely illiterate, per se, but just chock-full of grammatical errors.) it's sad that i can't affect everyone :-(

and if i may add a few classifications:

7) entertainment - there are blogs that have one major purpose: to entertain. noypidity is a good example (not to brag, though :P). some blogs' authors actually pose as other people (check this for a religious leader that leans toward being african-american), of course, to entertain their readers.

8) severely opinionated - people authoring these kinds of blogs are usually close-minded. good example (although rightfully suspended by Livejournal.com) would be 77truthseeker. (he's in my links, but where would you end up if you clicked?) they usually fervently defend their belief and usually won't listen to anyone else (ergo, the smart people).

9) junk - can be considered as a subcategory of eye candy. i'm not going to name any, so as not to offend anyone, but rest assured such a blog exists.

10) literary - can be considered as a subcategory of entertainment. it's usually full of poetic entries and the like. examples: this and this (consider that your rightful plugs, gentlemen).

11) intelligent - maybe, the better side of the epiko category. opinions shaped in the form of well-written articles. a good example would be tito rolly.

12) bulletin board - hence the name, it's for important announcements. this and this are good bulletin boards.

those are good classifications, don't you think? now, let me pass the ultimate question: where does your blog fit in? be honest.

i'm torn in pieces, i'm blind and jueteng for you

three-way dance.

one, i got in lsyc. i was semi-ecstatic and i let my jaw hang loose for a few moments when p.y. told me that i go to jackie (yihee ka dyan vicky. nge :P) and mark. after keeping my cool somewhat, they said that i was in. wowie prayers work wonders ;)

two, leiron told me (in his defense, perhaps) that ignorance is bliss. i heartily disagree. if i had the chance to go back in time and rewrite that phrase, i would say that ignorance is doom. why? it pays to know. even if i know that i do not know, i think that it be better to know as much as i possibly can. then again, sometimes, just sometimes, maybe ignorance is bliss; but i do know that most of the time, for me at least, it isn't.

three, my mother found our old, faithful, kaisa-isang koosh ball. memories began to flood within me. i remember that i let them use this kooshball so that i could join them in touch/dodgeball (call it whatever you want); in time, as i played more, i got better. i was, say, a tier-2 or tier-3 player. i couldn't throw, but i could dodge like hell. i also remember the games 5-C would have against 5-A or 5-B; sometimes even the batch which are now the seniors would challenge us. we would come back to our classrooms sweating like pigs; this went on until sir fabian got fed up with all our sweat and stench, and banned touch/dodgeball after he had banned cops & robbers. this kooshball even visited a roof gutter after a botched upward throw. ah, memories. memories indeed.

someone please take me to watch fantastic four :P

my stupid mouth / has got me in trouble / i've said too much again

hello. my name is pepi, and i feel like a big jerk right about now.

[EDIT] problem solved (i hope) [/EDIT]