it's over and done [and the heartache lives on... inside]

so the fair's over and done. it had both its good and bad points, but i think people will agree that there were definitely more of the bad. my fair was spent going around and playing cards (both magic and pusoy dos.) this week i learned many things, being:

• - dota is fun. F-U-N.
• - always check if a restaurant accepts your credit card before eating in it.
• - edric is a bad shuffler, while...
  
• - rodney is a very good shuffler.
• - we love niel, and it shows
• - amazing i have a girlfriend! not.

i also ditched the animo night because i didn't want to watch hale (and mostly to save the trouble of possibly angering cher) in favor of chris's party. i had the honor of accompanying russell in his first visit to casa de limchoc. it could very well be considered S-B party #2. (if not, 1.5, then?)

anyway, here's the biggest thing i've learned and conceptualized. click to continue.

if i may say, with the onset of the events that are currently going on in school, that the school's administration has a certain philosophy that i've finally identified. it's some sort of sick, twisted, and demented form of utilitarianism which maxim is not for the greater happiness of the paying students, but for the greater sadness, disappointment, and resentment for the said people.

i mean, look at it. no intrams. a retreat schedule almost cancelled. a plethora of useless activities designed to replace the non-special music clubs. a foundation day and a half which they try to pass for as the foundation week. with a schedule like that, none or not many young students would be really happy.

it's almost a dystopia in here.

and i now dub this twisted philosophy as contrautilitarianism - greater sadness for the greater number. and they're sure as hell doing a good job.

meanwhile i'm going to go plan my all-gunner FFTA clan. (of course, that's with the exception of marche. he's going to be a thief-white mage.)

a fan's eulogy and tribute

ad memoriam.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

EDUARDO GORY GUERRERO LLANES

OCTOBER 9, 1967 ~ NOVEMBER 13, 2005

Somewhere, in a wrestling ring up in the sky, Eddie Guerrero is making his debut. Who knows, he may be having his first match in heaven with the Big Boss Man (who has recently passed away as well), or maybe he is fighting alongside his father, Gory Guerrero. Whatever the stipulations of his debut may be, all of the fans and Superstars in the denizens of the earth are missing him right now, and most of them are still reeling from the shock of his sudden departure.

My heartfelt condolences to wife Vicki and kids.

When my classmate Wowie told me this in the morning, my day was sort of torn asunder. How, I asked myself and my friends, could a luchador as healthy as Eddie and one who is still in the middle of his career - in fact, he was supposed to have a Triple Threat for the World Heavyweight Championship on the next week's SmackDown (which he was highly speculated to win, but it is rather rare and unthought of for a title as grand as this to change hands on a non-PPV show), and he was just coming off from a victory in his last televised match versus Ken Kennedy - die like this? He's only 38 years old!

Those questions have already been answered. It is relatively simple - his demons came back to haunt him. Alcohol, drugs - those same demons he overcame four years ago - they took his toll on him recently, and his heart finally stopped. He was feeling some pain recently which was brought on by stress and the effect of his addictions on his heart, and I'm just glad that his the Lord had mercy on him and stopped his pain, to our expense.

It's just his time, even if it was really way ahead of him. He was unable to lie to fate, cheat death, and steal life. Let's face it. He's gone.

I'm just glad that he was able to catch the big fish. I'm just glad that he was able to hold almost all of the WWE titles a man could ever hold in the business. In truth, he was already a living legend. He really knew how to fire a crowd up, being either a babyface rebel or a brutal heel. When he was a heel, you'd really hate him, but when he was a face, you'd really like him. He was another amazing cheater, alongside The Dirtiest Player In The Game, Ric Flair - I just fell in love with the way he cheated. He was a technical master, like his best friend Chris Benoit. The adrenaline would rush through me like it rushed through him when he would call on the Three Amigos. I also knew, like he did, that his opponent's fate would be sealed when he successfully cast himself on top of him from the turnbuckles. I use most of his taunts, heck, I've always wanted an Eddie goatee. In short, he really knew how to put on a show, love him or hate him, and he'd capture the hearts of many.

He left us all shocked and sad, in the middle of his storied career. Storylines will have to be changed. The #1 contendership might be given to Randy. Team Smackdown has one open slot. The 10-bell salute will be in order.

Don't worry, Eddie, Latino Heat will continue to live on as long as we are la raza. God bless, ese vato - hommes.

As you loved to say.

Viva.

La.

Raza.

We'll miss you, ese.

it's all so bizarre

the week flew by so fast. much to my prediction, i had indeed failed the fil long test. (not to worry though, i swear by my chinny-chin-chin i'm gonna pass the next one.) anyway, there are also more dance practices that get more strenuous by the day (i missed two this week, but that's fine since i made up for it today) but it's all for the greater good. we're gonna have to abuse the next week, i guess.

time for a story. one day my father was goofing off one morning, eating pan de sal. for every piece of bread he ate, he would throw the last bite to our (bigger) dog, maxx. (justin named him. don't blame me.) there's this woman and her child passing by, who asks for some food. so my dad offers her some bread.

and you know what she said?

"wag na lang ho. ipinapakain niyo ho lang sa aso eh."

and i'm all, "what the fuck?" when i heard it since obviously she's so ignorant to the fact that beggars can't be choosers. ah, whatever. more for us.

and today, coming home from practice i heard that a policeman came around because one of our neighbors complained of the horrid smell of dog shit emanating from the house. since my parents and i were out, phim and justin were the ones talking to him. they eventually agreed to something which i don't know, but i doubt my dad's gonna follow. what's more is that neighbor is a relative. after the whole thing, my dad was ranting on and on about it; his points were things that i would've said. yes, it was all dishonorable, but the most dishonorable was when he told us to disown the neighbor as a relative.

andy, don't you get shit like this from your neighbors? i mean, you have 13 more dogs than i do.

fo' shizzle

a recent picture.



that there's my not-so-little brother justin flexing a pose as hercules for a batch play competition, sort of like that dramafest with that awesome gangster prequel of romeo and juliet. but just so you know, i have better biceps than he does.

it's a religious impediment

for those who don't know, i enrolled in zobel at grade 4. although montessori was a religious school (yet less restrictive), it wasn't as religious as zobel, so its religious practices took some time to get used to.

the outcome of this is two things:

one, i don't know the exact way of how the angelus really goes. two, i don't know the "hail holy queen" prayer.

i don't know if ryan or the other montessori expats know these things, but as for me, i don't. my excuse is that there was no angelus every noontime, and although the rosary was sort of enforced, and the prayer is in the "my first cathecism" book, the thing is it was never really enforced on us (or me, at least) unlike the act of contrition was. and my parents didn't tell me to learn it, assuming that the schools taught me.

ah, whatever. it's how things are. if you want to teach me, please do.

holy smokes... i'm getting fatter.