damn it's tres aves all right

i think the surprise went really well, aside from the fact that only a few turned up. the highlight of the whole thing was, of course, deciding to watch mulawin the movie. of course, we were there to make fun of the whole thing. i was halfheartedly considering to spoil the whole ending to the incoming batch, but i decided against it. ganoon ako kabait eh.

the best scene of the movie (when i say best, i mean the funniest) was the scene where a fly was perched on angel locsin's left breast. this is obvious because she was wearing a white blouse.

i guess the fly likes it there. i don't blame it. :P

it's all so funny

the day started out at midnight, getting our presents from the tree. the lord must've been smiling down on me when i opened the tourney pack that i got: all three rares were red, and sitting at the top of the pile was char. yes, the lord is smiling down on me.

afterwhich i opened all the presents i'd gotten during the party two weeks ago, and i have to say that i have never been adorned with as much bracelets than this year. i considered wearing
all of them but my intense foresight gave me this warning:

"if you wear them all at the same time, you'll look so emo."

and with that, i went to sleep. (by the way, i absolutely love the wallet iris gave me, next to angelic's bracelet. they're like, the best presents so far.)

waking up at 5, we readied for our annual christmas mass over there in tagaytay (because it's so damn close *wink*). halfway around the trip we thought one of our tires was flat - finding nothing, we moved on and stopped at the nearest caltex so that my father could take a piss. (i have fond memories of that one - it's where the retreat bus stopped and bought some buko pie. unfortunately i did not discover my penchant for buko pie until later that year.)

trying to move out of caltex, we heard a grinding noise beneath the chassis, and we couldn't move forward. we inspected again, and look! bearings all over the floor! the rest, as they say, is history, and we didn't pursue with the mass - we were all too disheartened, even after a jolly cup of yakisoba. not to mention, sleepy. so my uncle just picked us up and drove us back home, while directlink towed the car for free! woo!

moving on, we had the moran family christmas party (we would have a bascon christmas party only if the rest weren't abroad) and the best things i've ever gotten were two big cans of ultimate chocolate chip cookies (that's what it says, ultimate) and the ability to make bubbles! (by blowing, of course, through a small whistle.) the inner kid in me, unleashed.

and now, i look forward to tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day. ;)

the time is now

it's the time when everyone gives gifts, cheer is in the air, and the networks are clogged because everyone is texting each other. (dammit.)

merry christmas! ;)

the weather outside's frosty

hey, what do you know. i don't think no one is reading this blog as of now due to the holidays, and i don't think i can blame them. anyway, it's december 23, and my sister sam is probably going to or in singapore right now. christmas is two days away, and it's sort of crept up on me (like my birthday last year).

the weather outside is wonderful. just this morning at 10 am or 11 am or so, it was colder than usual (sans wind). today's temperature was really low. i love it.

anyway, i look forward to opening your gifts tomorrow night (and starting to eat the chocolate sir john and julian gave me). i just wish i could spend christmas midnight talking to someone else on ym again, just like last year. i just wish.

a few plugs for people:
leiron (it's his birthday on the 26th! be sure to greet him!), wowie, ryan, jam

looking back, i think MNM is just a glorified, modernized, and revamped version of the old edge and christian formula. when you break it all down, the concepts are basically the same, especially "for those with flash photography" (both the paparazzi and the fans, respectively). they're both tag teams comprised of handsome individuals (and capitalizing on it, heck, they've even got the long hair) and both tag teams have the chemistry.

i've been impressed with the tag team since their debut on smackdown, to say the least. now if only the heart throbs were pushed harder and had a makeover - those tights are pathetic.

and... as much as it will pain me to say it, i will reveal the secret in a few days' time.

revelations

the secret... i will reveal soon. really soon. as in a week from now soon.

of unfinished business and blog preferences

i think it's already the most infamous story to happen this week to the whole batch - the story of how 200+ students weren't able to finish the algebra test. the next most infamous story is of junior-a, though - the story of how many junior-a students failed physics. (the exact number, i do not know.)

i didn't take like 40% of the tests that seriously, anyway. but if i fail physics, i know that at least i didn't go down without a fight.

moving on.

i was reading wowie's blog earlier and i chanced upon an entry of his where he states that "LJ is for wussies". i respect wowie's opinions very much since i know him very well, and here's what i have to say about it.

i hold both blogger and LJ accounts for the reason that they're double the number of my "canvasses", if you will. both are pretty much open, thank you very much. i seldom post friends-only posts in LJ. the reason i post my friends-only posts is because i want to vent some frustration without attracting the people i refer to in such a post. you could say that i don't have the balls and that i'd rather start yapping to my friends, but such friends-only posts of mine are spur of the moment "emotion-posts".

i do agree that a more open blog promotes an open forum-like interactivity. and most of the time, i've got the balls to say what i mean, in spite of those who are watching out for me. (i do know that the danger is real.)

but do know this: there are really some things that you really need to keep to yourself or to your closest friends. a blog is, after all, a diary for the tech-savvy. i do agree with what wowie said in the very last line, but some things are really meant to be kept secret from most of the web.

a pleasant rearrange

it's been a while since i last posted. mind you, last week was hell, even with a day removed. thankfully i got through cl, t.h.e., and p.e. (false alarms galore), and the only scar i had was failing the algebra long test (damn you, mental blockage).

anyway, i would like to state a new opinion.

i know and you know that i've been ranting about hale since they became hits with the oh-so-damn-gullible masses. at home, i'm rather indifferent to hale when it comes to my brothers listening to them - i practice common courtesy, even if they don't. i don't switch the channel or change the song if they're watching or listening, respectively.

i heard on the radio about their second of two tagalog songs, kung wala ka. i thought it was going to be a vocal flop like kahit pa was. i caught it on the myx premiere (blame channel surfing) one morning, i think. i brushed it off at first after staying to it after a few seconds - due to my anti-hale impulse.

then i heard the song playing on the radio. due to said common courtesy, i didn't change the station. then - it was then, i heard the violins.

they were beautiful. i fell in love with that violin riff. you could say that i was impressed with it.

of course, i couldn't really say much about kuya champ's vocals, but cher, i'd have to say that that song scored a point for the hale team.

shocking, isn't it? (rodney, no spamming.)

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.

8 simple rules for dating my teenage sisters

taken and slightly modified from here. enjoy. julian, take heed. =))

• Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure as heck not picking anything up.
• Rule Two: You do not touch my sister in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my sister's body, I will remove them.
• Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. (I only wear mine only slightly loosely but only because my waistline is small.) Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my sister, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist, while wearing a devious smile.
  
• Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you.
• Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about games, politics, current affairs and the like. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my sister safely back at home, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
• Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow (nevertheless still an idiot), with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my sister. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my baby sister, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
• Rule Seven: As you stand in the hallway, waiting for my sister to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My sister is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful?
• Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my sister: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places lacking parents, policemen, or nuns. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my sister to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her chin. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey and/or basketball games are okay.

talk about the overprotective brother :P

if the day after tomorrow would be two days ago, what day would it be tomorrow?

maybe it's just me, but i feel like i'm a real-time wanderer with a real-time watch and conscience stuck into a fast-time zone. (if you don't know what a fast-time zone is, read Time Streams, but here's what it is in a nutshell: it's a zone wherein time passes faster than it would in a real-time zone.)

why did i just say that?

it feels like all my days are lived in a heartbeat or two. today's monday, and the next thing i know, the lazy friday will come by (WALANG RETREAT. telen kasi eh.) without me having to blink.

the days just go by really really fast. as i said, it's a monday but soon friday will roll around. and monday will roll around faster than friday did. it's so weird. could anyone explain it?

teeth-grinding

the awards have come and gone, and my two friends here are feeling morose (i'm suspecting it's more of not winning any, and not of being tired. nah, i'm kidding, russ and leiron). we won best music and best comedic performance.

i have a timpanic membrane to pick with these guys. (it's the smallest bone in the body.)

i would like to speak in protest against stef stefanowitz's being crowned as the best supporting actress. in fact, there were two nominees of the same category that were drawn from the same film. (what's up with that?)

i would like to speak in protest against this decision, for all stef really did was that psycho-esque shower scene. and that already won her the breakthrough performance award. okay, fine. i'll live with that. but if i were the head judge, i would've crowned inah bautista (from the same movie, yes) or gabby faeldan.

now if you want some, come get some, but hear me out. what was the criteria in judging her, anyway? in my not-so-humble opinion, i believe that she didn't deserve the award. the movie deserved an award, i'll give you that - but ms. stefanowitz doesn't deserve the best supporting actress award. to be honest, the part she played was rather insignificant to warrant a nomination.

that's all i've got to say. now if you want some, come get some.

anti-hale champ

this little post started out as a few lines. in the few lines going in, i decided that i'm probably being too harsh, and at that time, i don't know exactly how to display my "hatred" of hale without people rioting in the streets. so i just saved it as a draft, shelved it, and aged it in an oak barrel.

and now, rodney, here's the promised post. it's five months overdue, but hey.

every close friend of mine knows that i hate hale. some of them share my hatred, while some of them go on and enjoy it. my brothers are semi-sorta-addicted to it. my sisters love it. there's a hale phenomenon sweeping the nation. (long life to us who have resisted the evil wave.)

but i can't be close-minded for all my life, you know.

since my brothers listen to it, i have enough respect and courtesy not to deprive them of hale by not switching the music channel/radio station or changing the track now playing. so since i'm sort of exposed to the music, i've one thing to say, really.

the music and the lyrics are really good. it's just that champ, the lead vocalist, sucks ASS.

A-S-S.

i'm not going to delve deeper and analyze his style. i'm just going to say that if i were to sing my own covers of hale songs, i would do a better job. his "singing accent" is just plain weird - i told rodney once that to properly sing hale, one must be drunk. (he then said that to properly sing hale, one musn't sing properly.) so does he intentionally down a couple of bottles of red horse as preparation before a gig? sounds like it.

really, i love the musicians. as arun said, their bassist packs a wallop. i have to agree with that - listen to kahit pa. (the voice sucks ass, but try paying attention to the background as you struggle to keep your sanity.) maybe they were better off as an instrumental-only band.

the "rockstar hale" idea is a good concept. find a new lead singer, or give your lead singer some voice lessons; mayaman naman siya eh. teach him to sing in a chad kroeger or bo bice or maybe even a constantine maroulis style of singing voice.

so to cher, i have no beef with you. just your older brother.

now if you want some, come get some.

it's real funny when i think about it

i was alone in the house yesterday morning when i opened my tenor sax case and assembled the wonderful instrument. (i'd promised myself that i'd bring it home just to play it in the house, even for a little bit.) i was also chatting with julian, casey, and my sister at that time.

when i finally set the sax up, i was fooling around with the notes like i always do. besides, it's not just plain fooling around, anyway; i was just going up and down the scale really fast. (it makes a jazz sound, but it's really basic, really. i should've practiced the etude.)

while fooling around the notes, i suddenly discovered the opening notes to *nsync's "it's gonna be me". not really discovered, but playing some riff and recognizing it as the popular opening notes. (i say popular because julian can recognize the song only by hearing the aforementioned notes.) so i was all "wow" and immediately "experiment" and "explore" for the notes of the chorus.

now, having said that, i'm guessing that you probably wouldn't give a damn. but allow me to tell you that most of the songs i discover by myself are pop! iris, hinahanap-hanap kita, ulan, as long as you love me, and now, this - i was hoping i'd discover more of jazz or swing than pop or rock. then again, we could always make remixes of pop to jazz or something like that.

maybe i'd fit in an instrumental band playing more of mainstream in jazz form.

yeah, it's real funny when i think about it.

empêchement de la parole

i was going up the stairs yesterday morning when i met manda. well, the story was, she greeted me and i was rather off-guard. my response to her ever-so-familiar "hi, peps" was a quick and surprised mixture of "hi", "blah", and "manda".

oh, i hate it when that happens. on to the detailed explanation.

so my main worry is that people might think i'm a snob when this happens in the hallways and along the corridors. despite the numerous high-fives and back slaps i get whenever i go up or whatever, there are some people who take the time to greet me, but sadly, all i could come up is a short "hi" or "hey".

i believe that mentioning the person's name along with the greeting is a sign that shows that you respect him or her and a sign of recognition.

but the thing is, the name usually escapes me! why? it's either one of two things - i'm ambushed or i'm feeling shy. it's more of the former, i assure you, but it's damn annoying for me.

so to you who have been victims of this, forgive me - it's not intentional.

the wonders of google

read. maybe you'll weep. i don't know.

pray tomorrow takes me higher

everyone (okay, not everyone, but a lot of people) seem to be on a spring fever right now. everyone (okay, a lot of people) have (8) somebody toooo love (8). (and of course, that somebody to love loves them back.) me? i'm sitting here. by myself.

and this one new couple that's just sprouted, they just re-confirmed a wonderful thing about life. 'course, out of courtesy to the people involved, i won't tell you who they are. because they are together (at least, MU, but that already qualifies as 'together' for me), they have ultimately confirmed that love is damned definitely blind.

i'm jealous. but i'm not jealous because he got the girl. i'm jealous because he got a girl. *applause*

yeah, it's good that it works that way.

even if spring fever is on everyone but myself. :P i'm sure my time will probably come soon. it's just that the people i fall for aren't usually willing to start a relationship in this age yet. :))

or something like that.

pride

i had a haircut today. the wonderful thing about my barber is that he's been cutting hair off of 4 moran generations already! it's also a wonderful thing that he's still alive and healthy. also, whenever i'm in that particular barber shop, i get to learn something new.

for example,
- today i learned from my father that i have the same hairstyle as my grandfather
- the moran family is a great and accomplished family (nothing new there)
- my late grandfather has a picture with kareem abdul-jabbar =)) it's in the barber shop. it's an old, fading sepia-toned picture. the funny part is that he had the picture taken while the lakers were huddling.

ah, such wonderful things.

holy fucking shit (!)

those three words are all i have to describe the movie "shutter". from here on end, i will now request all of my future loves to not haunt me relentlessly after you die. in turn, any affiliations of mine will not rape you. :P (medyo giveaway na yung kwento, ah)

anyway, we foregone all sense of being in school and decided to play monopoly and watch shutter. algebra? who cares! t.h.e. video? bah! geometry? whatever! we'll just have fun!

dammit man (nigga), shutter is a scream-fest. we have your typical vengeful lover-cum-horrifying and bloodied ghost, and two protagonists who, as expected, do not know what not to do in a horror movie.

the plot and cinematography was amazing *applause* the soundtrack was psycho-reminiscent, although i did want the shrieking violins.

and why watch the game? isn't not wanting to watch it the reason why we stayed? ah, basta. maybe i'll just sleep instead.

adieu.

you know what they should've done? they should've set it free.

so, we lost. philippe is all too happy, but his smile fades a little when i say to him, "philippe, does it count as a victory when people say they wanted us to win?"

"they do?"

maybe we lost by a hair, or maybe by a longshot. who knows? the thing i love about it is that all i've been hearing is, "i wanted you to win!" or "sayang, di kayo nanalo!" according to other people, brother ceci gave us a score higher than senior-a (the third place finisher).

that would probably leave us as the fan favorite.

as kuya edmon once told an eager, bonded, and talented class of sophomores that i am still happy to be a part of, "go for the legacy, not for the award."

where is the moment we needed the most?

no, the title of today's blog has almost nothing to do with the content. russell and i just love the song bad day. it could also be used to describe rodney and his group today. :P (no offense.)

we had angelic's birthday celebration/gimmick in town. i could say one thing: i haven't had this much fun in a while. our usual forays to town usually involve a movie, tekken, and AoM. this was waaay different, for starters.

leiron couldn't go. as usual. no offense again. at least he had a reason i could sympathize with.

anyway, first off, we watched transporter II. i was semi-blown away by the movie, but only because of jason stratham's ability to use everything in the background. i had some sort of "leiron replacement" in the form of nikki, who, thankfully, agreed with my usual sarcastic/comedic comments about everything from the pre-movie trailers and commercials to the movie itself. the plot was very different from what i've been expecting, i must admit.

semi-cortel joke! sir cortel: "i'm looking for a transporter."

after that we headed to ipose to take some pictures. tsk. we didn't push through with the helios poses.

tita tina: "peps, maaraw?"

when we were finished, we headed to the food court to eat. russ and i got matching salisbury steaks. (mura!) we discussed about everything at the table, from the sabs to manolet to losing the inspirational song contest. (more on that in another entry.) also, on the way, russ and i continued arguing on whether the so-called "caste system" exists (it's discussed in the comments of two entries ago). i couldn't find the exact words for my argument, and nor could he, so we decided to finish things up in ym.

after the whole meal (i was feeling kinda sour in the stomach, to be honest) we went up to timezone. loaded the first 100, raced, and then, headed for tekken. here comes the sweet part.

I WAS ABLE TO BEAT 4 KOREANS IN A ROW!

how? 'course, i was using king. (i was afraid to use kuma because, well, kulang sa mastery.) the thing that was holding my flair back was, for some reason, the inability of the arcade machine to recognize the double heel hold combination, therefore i quickly changed strategies. instead of my now notorious high kick - giant swing combo, i did some slight juggling, either using a disgraceful kick or a punch combo after that climactic high kick. also, it turns out that only a few know how to block my 10-hit combo (the one that results in a powerbomb.)

okay, enough tekken geek talk.

the rest of the timezone duration was spent playing DDR. it was really, really fun. really. really. fun. we were so tired after the whole thing.

after taking the last batch of pics, we parted ways. russ and i spent the last few minutes in powerbooks, reading garfield and pugad baboy X, respectively.

and there is something quite out-of-place when you're in a car with three of your grand-relatives speaking in very fluent bisaya.

good morning.

the creative process within

whenever i'm writing something creative, be it a backstory of some fantasy idea i have, or flavor text, or even designing a card, i become restless. i jump around, stand on my seat, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, while i'm thinking. well, you can say i was nervous - after all, it is my work.

which is why i had to rerap (re-sing, in "yuh"'s case) and rewrite "yuh" and "my band" extensively and continuously. earlier today i was silently rapping "my band" over and over because i had to match the cadence and the syllabication of the original. a few words crossed out here and there, another shortened, another lengthened. after one filipino, CL, and physics period of crossing out here and there, rhyming, and rapping, the final version is up and running. (if you don't know where it is, i won't tell you if you can't guess.)

trust me, martija-moran studios will live longer than you think, as long as there are targets. (right now, we're not hiring since we're already not having an easy time collaborating because we're in different sections. hence why "yuh" and "my band" modifications were mostly written by me, while "hollaback girl" and "drop it like it's hot" modifications were mostly written by leiron. i did fix the chorus for the latter, though.)

batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan wag magalit >:)

who could give me a good answer?

another question to society, this time to the so-called "middle" to "upper" class.

in this school, or at least, within my circle of friends, there is usually a mindset about the population of the philippines. sort of like a less-restricted caste system. there is usually the "politician", then the "uber-rich", then us, then the much-maligned "jologs".

jologs. jologs. can anyone come up with a good etymology for the word?

probably everyone i know is associating the term with something bad; something they don't wanna be. but then, what or whoever gave us the right to label these people? because we're better off than them? because some of them work under/for us? and then, there is a perception among some people i know that some thing depreciates if it's something popular with the masses. why? because everyone is talking about it? because it's considered in mint condition if only a sacred few know about it? yeah, i understand that typical masa music is plain bad (i.e. novelty songs), but i've known some to have better taste than that.

they're human. they have feelings. please. they may smell bad or look bad and stuff, but they're just as human as you and i.

this discrimination is no worse than when white people were discriminating african-americans back then. (well, okay, slightly less worse. but it's still there nonetheless.)

look, i suffer from this syndrome as well, but i'm also aware that they're people, too. they don't deserve to be labeled.

i may be in the wrong here in some parts. if i am, tell me. but i still stand for the belief that they don't deserve to be discriminated, labeled, and associated negatively.

bismillah

the most popular song in the world.

if poor minds really just talk about people, then only a few in this world are very rich

a question to society.

why does society, including myself, revel so much in news, factoids, or plain goings-on about other people? or to be more specific, heterosexual pairings? is it because the intrigues of a pair of other people are so entertaining? is it because of excitement for news about two lives quite different from our own? is it because of scorn? of disgust? or is it because of optimism in the direction of the two paired people?

an ordinary single person doesn't make for much exciting news, while the latest pair of man and woman together, confirmed, not confirmed, or even plain false, make for the juiciest bit of news. people close to any of the persons in question will start mockery. these are the usual rituals whenever there is talk of a new couple.

i say, why can't we just leave them alone? it's hard, i know and understand, but they do deserve their own privacy. and if it's not even real yet (merely in the form of rumors and/or playful speculation) try not to bother.

wala. it's been bugging me, because it's noticeably the nastiest habit of society. i mean, society rarely spares couples that don't want to be shoved into a limelight, or couples that aren't really couples but has been "labeled" by society as couples.

it's entertainment, i'll give you that, but entertainers, voluntary or involuntary, are still people.

put your arms around meeh

looks like i'm foregoing all sense of doing homework. okay lang yan!

so i did go to church. the thing is my mind was floating everywhere, but mostly on ravnica and the upcoming standard scene come october 20.

it was also during mass when my father pointed out mang boy zavalla. not like you know him, but he's a local sax player. (at least that what my dad says. okay, let's call him a musician then.) father also told me that mang boy is starting a sta. rosa city orchestra (i hate the new name. sta rosa city. it's still the same rural town i love to walk around in.) and he's offering me a spot. frankly i'm not that flattered because they're offering me that spot because i can play sax, not because i can play sax good. pero what the heck - it's more credentials.

so then i go to my late uncle's wake. (well, would he have a wake if he was still alive?) it was an incomplete moran gathering, without my favorite cousins, and we left early. (cremation would be tomorrow anyway.) my ate lala (who closely resembles jam) did a double-take because she didn't know who "romeo moran III" was kasi maganda yung handwriting nya. ;) my other little cousin, whom my dad likes to tease as gay behind his back, was there.

that cousin of mine's grandfather, which is my granduncle (the term isn't used these days), is very anti-gay. here's an anecdote my dad shared about him. (my dad was a child when this happened.)

one day, my granduncle told my dad to come along with him; he was going somewhere. they went to a gay kid's house, and my granduncle shouted and looked for him. when he did find him, he beat him up relentlessly! the kid was begging for mercy but my granduncle wouldn't stop; he was too enraged about the kid being gay.

apparently the kid was one of our relatives, if i'm not mistaken.

ahh, ang pamilya moran talaga. :P

why's it not as tempting as going to, say, town?

my father just told me that we would be attending mass at 4:30. at those words, i'm crestfallen. i think it's another hour of my weekend wasted.

call me a bad christian, but in all honesty and seriousness, i do not appeal to going mass on a weekend.

why? i'm lazy. i'm dragging my feet to church. i don't know why, pero di talaga ako ginaganahan. i'd rather talk to God using my thoughts while i'm lying down in bed, which is what i usually do.

this is just me, and i usually survive these things. then again what makes it more dull is the fact that my father is an aglipayan, not a roman catholic. so hearing it from him makes me want to throw something at him for a short while. then again, i have no religious discriminations (at least i think i don't) so that one is rather uncalled for.

but really, can anyone tell me why going to church is not as tempting as going to town?

"haters in the club, back up"

that's the last line i said in my toast to julian. why, because diomampolution has his back.

anyway, the retreat (i prefer to call it a retreat than anything else, but it also qualifies as a party, celebration, and sleepover) was so much fun. i wish we'd do it again. summer, preferrably.

and since, of course, i'm a kind person, i won't subject you to reading a long novel if you're not willing to. kaya nga may cut eh.

we were off to hacienda de ysmael (that's pronounced hathienda de ythmael, if my spanish serves me correctly) at around 5:30, i think, while we stopped by KFC at SLEX (tawa na, rod) to get a bucket o' chicken. all along the trip we were listening to the ready-for-release diomampolution compilation 2 cd, which contains snippets of soundtracks for fight night round 2, def jam: fight for NY, smackdown vs. raw, lion king II, and that LSYC cd.

seeing that the sta. rosa exit was choked with traffic, we took the new one that leads straight to paseo de sta. rosa (i was like, "wow!" because i'd never taken that exit before) and straight inside technopark. tamang-tama.

yeah, i know. tama lang.

moving on, we arrived at the house (to be perfectly honest, i expected it to be a little bit bigger. mark bitong kasi, eh.) at around 6. julian's mother wasn't home yet (and wasn't going to be for the next six hours) so, we unpacked and went upstairs to play. tekken 5, def jam, sims 2 (yahoo) the usual. after dinner it would still be the same, aside from watching summerslam and then finally retiring to the guest room at 2 am. thing is we were watching a bad copy of scary movie 2 until 3 am.

"jveeh... pipicturan ka namin ha?"

"uy, si matt hardy! YAAY!" (if you don't get it, i'll happily emulate tomorrow)

"uy, cleavage ni ******!"

despite my pestering, julian wouldn't let us watch the vcds on the bottom rack! grr. :P

so i got three hours of sleep (it showed in my red eyes when i woke up) and we had a little tekken and def jam before breakfast. (tulog pa sila jv and julian eh.) this went on and we played the raunchy god of war until rod and his troop arrived at around 10 am. after that it was all tekken and swimming.

"welcome to the rivers of hell. you will ride three laps in these rivers on a small inflated dinghy. after the first lap, you will encounter several tormented souls of hell that will try to capsize your boat and sodomize you. to aid them in doing this, they will needlessly chant 'save us!' over and over."

panaghoy sa suba starring mark diomampo :P

i love those sugar donuts.

kyle: "pepi, i read your blog. i was moved."

anyway, mark and i got out of the pool rather early and took showers. i returned downstairs (after taking a shower, of course, you silly bastard) to the game room to the sound of russell's horrendous singing, afterwhich i headed back upstairs to play some titans. (i was able to make the AI surrender in 28 minutes. beat that, sucka.)

after a fun lunch i went back upstairs for more games. at that point it was pretty much free-for-all until 4 pm where we headed down to the country club for some basketball. marvin, bakaw ka talaga.

mark, russell and myself called it quits after one hour (leiron didn't even last five minutes, and he wasn't playing) and we made a sneaky entrance. kahit kailan malakas talaga boses ni leiron. everyone knows it, and sir alfonso knows it. :P i took another shower and re-emerged undetected yet again.

russell, mark, we can be robbers!

it was a while until the others returned from the court; from that point on it was just pretty much tekken and everything until dinnertime.

we had such a fun dinner outside. we took a lot of pictures and had our usual fill of food and jokes. before leaving we took the last round of pics, some of which can be found on julian's lj. i had to join the convoy just to drop off at paseo de sta. rosa. during the trip we had our last-minute jokes. and guess what? it wasn't even 5 minutes when jv was sleeping again.

and the rest, as they say, is history.

we need another retreat. soon.

"if it was monday tomorrow, we'd all be fucked."

your games are unmatched at 12:33 AM

don't bother trying to fool me at midnight, because my logic is currently unmatchable.

and this is how you repay him?

he's given you his loyalty, he's given you his house and shared his comfort zone, and now you don't want to go to his birthday?

clearly only a few are making actual effort to grab permission to go. to those who won't, shame on you, this is his birthday. i'm not naming names here. the guy is heavily disappointed that despite his plans and design, only a few are trying hard to get permission.

at least, for the few of us that will be there, we're going to make this special.

could you sleep easy at night knowing...

...that you honestly earned your money but it's not enough to get you through tomorrow, or that you can survive tomorrow with money you stole?

that seems to be the moral question in pickpocketers of a (personal) good cause. because earning money honestly never seems to be enough to get you through a day in a world of high costs, stealing money, unfortunately, has to be the way to go for the lower masses. it's sad, isn't it?

anyway, there's a huge demonstration in the people power monument. clearly, you rallying people are all wrong - in the wrong place for the wrong cause.

haven't you considered that instead of rallying to bring gma down, you guys can actually be working and earning money? there is a special irony that you don't realize when, if you are successful in overthrowing gma via protest, you guys complain that you never earned much while she was president.

clearly, "politics of the phillipine islands" is chock-full of dramatic irony.

the aftermath

what usually comes after a straining final exam and the after-celebrations is the fallout. and one part of this fallout is the giving of the test scores. (the other part is card distribution, but now i'm no longer scared of that.)

i'm actually somewhat confident that i'll get some more-than-decent scores in both math subjects, and i'm only half-scared of the actual decent scores, but there's one test score i'm nervous about. i'm actually pretty nervous about my cl score; it only hit me now that i might fail.

yeah, i did review (to some extent) for CL, looking over my long tests and remembering understanding what was wrong and right with my answers, and even participating in the last-minute review leiron, russell, and i had during recess, but it seemed that once i looked over the CL questionnaire come thursday i realized that only few of what i've reviewed actually appeared in the test. i did use my common sense, of course, and i also disagreed with infallibility. (i wonder if sir's for infallibility; if he is, i'll be damned) i don't think anyone read the gospel for the test, as well.

ah, basta. i hope i pass that one. i'm not asking for a julian grade, just one that's decent. i already assume, given my performance, that i'm not getting a line of 7 this time around.

sometimes there are things that are really worth staying 25 more years in prison for

last day of the finals today. everyone was cramming while i was totally relaxed. but then, just because i was relaxed didn't mean i was actually prepared. (it's great to be kicking back and be all smiles when everyone else is frantic)

the unusual thing was, as the algebra papers were being distributed, people were still reviewing. the more unusual part there was that they were actually still cramming for fil. isn't it weird?

anyway, we watched the longest yard today. seryoso you should watch it. amidst all the shits, bastards, assholes, fucks, and any other element that would not qualify it for being a family movie, there is an inspirational message. it's also a small documentary on the brutality of prison guards and discrimination of inmates, and nfl street "the movie" given a backstory.

there were also a lot of cameos. rob schneider, bizar of D12, goldberg, et cetera. well... goldberg's really not a cameo since he was actually part of the cast.

i mean, seryoso, you should watch it. it's funny, it's emotional, it's adrenaline-pumped - ah basta, just watch it!

it's been one hell of a year, but hey, there're more to come

i don't believe this - it's crept up on me. i was planning this entry for a month beforehand, but i thought it was on tuesday or thursday or something.

what am i talking about, you ask?

well, almost exactly one year ago, on this day, this blog came to life. time to celebrate my anniversary (see why i prefer it over a monthsary? oh, it also goes on - just click).

although i've been blogging for three years (counting this one), i've learned to love this blog. although its name was changed early on, it's still counted as the original blog. i've been blogging on a lot of places, from geocities, to midheaven, to lj, and to this, and i still love this one, despite people preferring lj. (it's all a matter of choice and preference, anyway :P)

i've enjoyed the many comments you guys put in the little link down there. i also love my memorable posts, including those with my blunt opinion, my usual freedom-of-speech-in-blogs rants, those which induce the laughter from you, and of course, my wonderful, wonderful april fools' joke (>:D), and etcetera.

it's also amazing that when i look back at my archives, it comes to my mind that i sounded like a dork (or ryan. take your pick :P just kidding) during my previous posts. especially those with the flaming, hateful rants (you know, the ones against the then-principal). well, you gain experience over time. to those who've been following this blog faithfully, you'd have observed that over the months, it became better than before (okay, maybe you didn't notice, but i certainly did, once i went over my archives).

oh, there are two drafts in my whole archive. my skills couldn't write them in such a way that they wouldn't be offensive to the public. (also going over my archive, i'd like to say to jam that duff's one of the newest members of the anorexic-teen-pop-performer category :D)

this post is also my 200th post. 200 posts in one year! just goes to show on how much i love blogging. and i've had this layout for quite a while now; i'm not planning to change it.

anyway, thanks for reading all 12 months of this blog. i hope you'll stick around for the next 12 months, and the 12 months after that, and the ones after that, and so on :D thanks to those who read my blog but don't comment. trust me, it's fine, just keep reading. it isn't like i'm desperately begging you to comment, unlike other people ;)

now, back to our daily lives. we have two tests tomorrow! how i wish i could've gotten cl over with today, but damn gloria. for now.

behold the greatest son of a gun

son of osiris screenshot.



i was just playing a game where there was a sort-of stalemate because the resources of the map were all finished. the unfair advantage was, his last minor god was, you guessed it, hephaestus. so no matter how hard i try and how many pests i send over, he manages to repel me.

i seriously have to learn containment and map control.

the world is ending here at our side of the prime meridian

PGMA and government says: no school on monday.

school says: school on monday.

with our CL finals hanging in the balance, nay, the whole of next week, which side are we supposed to believe and follow? i say we just put in an hour for the test, and after that, it's off we go.

we did have those one-day breaks during the past years, but only because we still had to go to school on friday. if ever the verdict is in the affirmative of the government, we'd have those... again. but what's the use? i like having to take a test on monday better, and not because there's a vacation on friday. i only like it because the faster we could get it over with, i'm for it.

anyway, our whole week hangs by a thread here. as my sister suggested, if there aren't any classes on monday, we'd have to go to school on friday! heaven forbid.

so how fucked up can we really get, again?

EDIT: no school tomorrow. apparently they're going to try and cram CL in wednesday or thursday. thanks to divine for the info ;)

this time, all the bullets are aimed at me

i've been thinking of what words to write in this entry but i realized that i can't have it any way i want to have it.

i'll just say it this way.

i'm gifted, and i'm cursed.

the diaries of a not-so-newbie-anymore AoM player in practice, part 1

for the first time in quite a long time, the phone in my desk rang. i guess it was because i wasn't online and i was restarting the PC. well, amidst all my parents' reminders, someone actually dialed the 3921 number.

anyway.

max soliven is such a good writer. i'm becoming quite addicted to his daily editorial columns. there is the wit and seriousness combined, present in his articles. i guess he had quite a long time to perfect his writing, seeing that he's been in the business for quite a long time.

i think.

if you're in for some AoM goodness, continue reading.

dear diary,

parents are not home yet. i guess i can sneak a game in. maybe just a short 1v1. yeah, maybe i could. so i load the game, fix the hotkeys a bit (i need a key to quick-find the temple - it's been bothering me during my weekend practice games). little do i know that i should've spent more time fixing the hotkeys. moving on.

i set up the random map. 1v1, like i said. thor vs. a big boomer isis. that's jolo, by the way. large acropolis - that's the set-up for thursday. thursday. thor's day. my day, baby.

*clears throat* uh.. yeah.

so i wait a short while for the map to load. ah, there we go. i see the familiar ulfsark, ox cart and dwarves thor gives us. i send the three to the nearest gold mine, and the ulfsark to build a temple. once that temple is done, i train a hersir, and that ulfsark goes to build a dock. while this is going on i'm training a troop of gatherers and an ox cart to send them hunting. once the dock is finished, i'm out of wood. crap. meanwhile the hersir that just trained is out fetching all the relics. :D

so i press v to quick-queue 5 villagers and set the rally point to the nearest forest. an ox cart can come later, i reason. once enough wood is gathered i quickly build that ox cart. as for the hersir and the ulfsark, i send them to wall out my base and its choke points. i have enough wood for a fishing ship so i build two, one after the other. soon i have enough food to go up.

hello, classical age.

once i have a longhouse i train four TA and four RC because i don't know what my opponent has for now. a quick assault shows that he's chock-full of axemen and a little spearmen here and there. while the assault is going on i'm actually training more TA, and i use them to build another longhouse. once they're done i research medium cavalry and infantry (researching cavalry tech was a mistake. i should've saved it for later) and train more TA. (i've got enough gold to spend, sadly.)

soon, i find that the resource balance has changed; before, i had a lot of gold and not a lot of food. now, it's the complete opposite. i'm struggling for gold because i can't go up. so i build a mixed team of gatherers and dwarves and send them to an outlying gold mine outside my base.

anyway, while that's going on (you need to allocate your attention between economy and war) i decide to harass my opponent by sending my 11 TA (i have nothing to do, i'm saving up to go to heroic) to his base. so i start harassing his axeman army by way of sending my TA to his base and quickly retreating behind the safety of my walls. i use the 11 TA to build a tower right behind the walls. once the opponent's army stops short, they retreat. on to the healing spring, then!

watching this, i save the game because i know it's not gonna be so short. stay tuned.

the madness has been and gone

IT IS FINISHED!!!

ASPhysics is now online, baby.

(Long story to come tomorrow.)

;)

turmoil

it's the first and hopefully the last time i ever have to talk about the issue.

news travels fast around school, so you may already know that i lost my phone, or rather, i didn't get it back when the phones were being distributed. my parents blame kuya mac for the loss.

time to sidetrack, because i'm going to tell you a little story. you may or may not know that my mother, when finding something out of place in school, likes to make a ruckus. not just any ruckus, but depending on the severity of the matter, you might even be lucky to catch a big ruckus. you can go look for mr. fabian and ask him, he can tell you a lot. (earlier this year he just got the latest wave from my mother. studyante niya si phim eh.)

it's actually the only trait of my mother that i hate. it's impossible to change it. why? i know she's only looking out for me.

anyway, so my phone was lost, and the school was to blame (i say that without any bias). perfect time for my mother to make a ruckus.

so michael tells me that the upper offices are already discussing about what to do about the issue. i sincerely hope that nothing bad happens to kuya mac, and of course the other teachers (sir brian, ms. caldo and ms. ayen - hey, they weren't the main people in charge) as well.

it's amazing, though, because you would think i'd be raving mad at him/them. no, i'm just disappointed. i didn't grow up to be as ruthless as my parents.

anyway, my mother has just finished writing a letter. somewhere between the lines i was able to catch something about "the other retreatants". i don't know what she wants to do with the other retreatants, but she has to know that i can vouch/stand up for any of them; i can easily argue for any of them because i know they wouldn't get my phone, and why would they? i can defend them because we were all together sun up 'til sun down. (loyalty; such a weakness of mine.)

i refuse to open my mouth further than the answers they expect from me whenever we talk about this issue. it isn't the right time yet. i also refuse to stand in the way of the arguments as of now; it also isn't the right time to rewind the clock back to grade 7 again.

hindi ba nga si Lord na ang bahala? :-P

i'm pretty fine without a good phone. as for now...

09173992747. ;-)

'ika nga, "getting your game on"

for the past two days of the weekend i have done nothing but play tekken and games of AoM (of course, in preparation for Dan's Revenge two weeks from now), but of course i did not forsake my studies and did a little part of the damned ASPhysics project. (i also installed AoK on my mother's old PC. unusually, a 2-on-2 is fast, and that's saying something because that PC is a pentium 2. nakakapanibago ang AoK when you're so used to AoM.)

then i still have the center of gravity project to do.

but hey, you don't have to listen to my worries! i'm just out of a topic to blog about. all those thoughts i had in the past week have been lost to Thor and King. all too well, i say.

the first term's ending. so far, school has been good.

when people see that you play the sax, all they want to hear from you is careless whisper

things i learned from the LSYC retreat:

- i'm not afraid to fall for God
- i would really love to be a faci
- BVG rules all
- sexy na pala ako (yey!)
- magkamukha kami ni alain, front and back
- i can figure out secrets through logic and reasoning
- i want calculator abs
- friends, through and through
- i can live without a phone (and i still am; i'm not blaming anyone here)
- "kili-kili sa buhok"
- "tavik tahoo't tahoo-hah!"
- "ang cute niyong dalawa"
- "ang jolog mo!"
- laughter rules
- i want to be the person to wake up the retreatants on the next retreat

BVG, next retreat, niel will order a pizza for us. :D

anyway, the op went well. my jazz was heard in junior-b. we weren't chosen, though, but sam hired me. i wonder if it's possible for them to arrange something for me for a gig in two days. let's see.

kick it to the curb and baby don't stop running

here's a little something i wrote (out of boredom and irritation, i guess) to address the filipino population. i intended to write it in my sister and i's barok dialect, but once i kept writing, i noticed that "hey, this looks better in plain english."

there is one problem the filipino population will face at least once in their lifetime. it is the problem of speaking straight English and writing correct English continuously. English is known as the global language, and it is paramount to almost every economy's success. the problem is that most filipinos are slightly to badly illiterate at the English language. because of this, the average filipino is ridiculed because of his ability or lack thereof to speak fluent English. what are the common mistakes of the filipino in his or her grammar?

first, foremost, and most notorious is the diction. of all the things, most filipinos don't know how to say some, if not most, of the words in the language correctly. "lab" becomes "lub", "live" becomes "leave" (i should know, it confused me earlier today), "intrams" becomes "intrums", "audi" becomes "owdie", et cetera. of course there is no surefire way to quickly fix this dilemma, but then again, it will always take practice. (if you witness me doing this, it's because i'm mocking barokness.)

the second most notorious is the subject-verb agreement. most filipinos construct sentences with verbs that laughably, do not agree with the tense of the subject. this is a very common mistake, and it happens all, if not most, of the time. no one bothers to fix it because they deem it acceptable as long as the message gets across.

the next notorious mistake would be the use of the apostrophe. there are very distinct differences between possessive pronouns, plural forms of words, and the short-cutting purpose of the apostrophe. there is a very big difference between "its" and "it's". words like "jesus" (i.e. nouns that have an 's' as their last letter) are not plural; therefore it should be "jesus's" and not "jesus'". (care to debate?) "dont" and "don't" is acceptable to some extent, however, because there is no alternate form aside from "do not" (the exception of the apostrophe can be classified as a typographical error).

the fourth notorious error would be the misuse of words that sound alike (homonyms, if i remember correctly). examples in question would be the use of "they're"/"their", and "you're"/"your". many people (actually including myself, but i usually double-check my sentences before i write them or press "send", thereby correcting myself before i make my statement on paper) make this mistake very often. for the record, "they're" stands for "they are", "their" is a plural possessive pronoun, "you're" stands for "you are", and "your" is a singular possessive pronoun. this mistake is not limited to those two pairs of words.

the next error would be the evil taglish. file conyotica (i made the term up) under this as well. the most annoying form of conyotica/taglish would be the "make [insert filipino verb in present tense]". that just goes to show that you're either 1) conyo, or 2) just plain half-assed. anyway, i hope this form of talking would be abolished. if you're going to speak english, speak straight english, and if you're going to speak filipino, speak freaking straight filipino. if you don't know how to, magpaturo ka.

the last one, which, i believe, is not as grievous an error as the above five, is the typical misspelling of words. "receive" becomes "recieve", "believe" becomes "beleive", "strength" becomes "strenght", so on and so forth. although i will admit that yes, the rules of spelling are confusing to some extent, you should practice your spelling so that these kinds of typos will be successfully avoided.

those six are the most common errors in english grammar that i observe all too often, and those are just the basic mistakes (don't get me started on political correctness). i praise the few who manage to keep their english clean and correct (myself included :D). i assure you it isn't very easy to do, but if you have a mother that bred you to have good penmanship (for a guy, at least) and knows how to edit your essays, you're well-off. but for those who don't have such a mother, all it takes is practice, anyway.

good evening. ;)

file this under "if it ain't broke, don't fix it"

we had the junior-a class mass this morning not before bell, but during the first period. why? i don't know. i do know for one thing that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the way it was before, and we've wasted a good AP period due to that schedule.

what's wrong with the freaking school?

for my reference

10-hit combo 1

1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 1, 3

10-hit combo 2

1, 2, 1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 1, 1

jaguar step, to cobra clutch, to cobra twist, to reverse DDT

3+4, 1+4, [1, 4, 2, 3], [2, 1, 1+3] (hanggang doon lang ako)

jaguar step, to cobra clutch, to sleeper

3+4, 1+4, [3+4, 3+4, 1+2] (i rarely get to human necktie)

sorry... i'm addicted to king. :D

we are the champions

i now realize that if i didn't have that one last bit of optimism in me that told me that maybe, just maybe, my parents will allow me to the reunion, i would've been wallowing in my own misery last night here at home.

so you see people, optimism/hope goes a long way. walang mangyayari sa mga pesimista sa inyo. moving on.

i arrived 30 minutes late to the party. everything was set up, except that everyone was playing tekken 5 with just one controller. that conundrum was quickly solved when daniel found the second controller. awards go to:

best juggler: jose c/o marduk
best winner [by way of cheap tactics]: chris c/o hwoarang
most improved: tie between me (c/o king) and francis (c/o raven)
rookie of the night: fozzy c/o xiaoyu

the night was mostly spent on tekken, but it was around 9 that people (including myself and leiron) decided to swim (which raised up the question, "where was giselle?"). we had a water wrestling match (because buoyancy in the water is so much fun), but the pool's water tasted like poison, the jacuzzi was colder than the pool, and i could swear the water was eating my skin.

leiron: "dianne, inom pa!"
me: "we don't want her drunk!"

sadly we discovered that the real fun of the night began when we fired up the magic sing. wowie and fozzy were the high scorers of the night, both scoring 97 and singing "my sharona" and "how do i live without you" respectively. ('course i joined in with fozzy in her song.)

me: "i would like to invite all of s-b to sing along in the next song."

*"ulan" flashes on the screen followed by cheers*

we also sang "we are the champions" (hence the title, and it fits our class), "shape of my heart", "i don't wanna miss a thing", "because i got high", "it wasn't me", and "crazy for you". i thought that i had lost my voice, but it was still with me because i could still sing "lonely no more" on the radio going home.

the other highlight of the night was us finding a song called "boobs" and juts singing it. the magic sing was wrapped up when the last song "to be with you" by mr. big was sung by wowie and i. i had almost forgotten my memory card if it wasn't for my quick thinking.

of course, an event like this deserves a reflection from me. here goes.

being in the party was like stepping into a time machine of some sort and ending up back at last year. i don't know about the others, but for me, it was like i had forgotten that i was from junior-a. i guess that we are such a closely-knit family that whenever s-b would gather, no matter what section we are in, we still remember that we are s-b, that same class that rocked.

also, we had a small discussion over dinner. we were discussing the dramafest (agaaaain, yeah :P) and resolved without question the following fact: "even if it is not on paper, we were and are the best section/play/whatever." not to be so arrogant, of course. you just gotta love being with guys like this ;)

remember what i said about us? yeah, that one? i'll say it again, if you don't mind.

"we are THAT damn good."

flirty-homophobia

we ate dinner in burger king tonight, and here's something interesting that happened to me.

the cashier was gay (or to be more politically correct, homosexual) and his/her/its name was AJ. (yeah, as in the backstreet boys AJ. but definitely the two are very far away.) anyway, over the course of the meal i went on to refill our cups (you gotta love burger king's refill feature. i mean, it's very rare in the philippines, while it's very common in the U.S.). dialogue goes as so:

me: "sir, parefill nga po. yung isa apple, yung isa rootbeer." (of course i had to call him/her/it "sir" because as it stands, he is a guy after all)
aj: "yung isa apple, isa rootbeer? okay." *goes over to the drinks machine and sets, and while he waits for the drinks to fill...*
aj: "saan ka nag-aaral?"
me: *nods, not understanding it the first time*
aj: "saan ka nag-aaral?"
me: *pause* "sa zobel." *gets drinks and walks away*

look, if i didn't know any better, i'd say that aj was trying to get to know me more. at least i was able to cut off the conversation at that.

the de-evolution of lindsay lohan's bustline

DISCLAIMER: content may offend you. turn away now and come back another day if boob-related stuff offend you.

The De-Evolution of Lindsay Lohan's Bustline
Have you seen Lindsay Lohan's body right now? Isn't it thin and disgusting? Join me in a tour where we document the fall (or rather, contracting) of Lindsay Lohan's bustline.

As you can see in her video "Rumors", her bustline is as robust as ever and just about ready to break free from her loose clothes.

After a short period of time, we were given the music video "Over". In the aforementioned music video, her bustline has shrunk a bit but remains robust, though not as robust in "Rumors". This bustline has retained in her latest movie "Herbie: Fully Loaded".

While we have waited for "Herbie: Fully Loaded" to premiere, we have learned that Lohan has dyed her hair blonde and seemingly gone on a hunger strike.

In her latest music video, "First" (wherein may I mention that the catchline of the song ["I wanna come first"] denotes a second meaning), her bustline has shrunk to the size of an average girl who has just reached puberty.

Due to the disgusting nature of this process, there has been a site that is petitioning to feed Ms. Lohan to re-increase her body fat and regain her famous voluptuousity.

HELP THIS WOMAN NOW! DONATE A DOUBLE-QUARTER POUNDER!

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]

kudos to those who will understand

Frustration
by Romeo Moran III

ETCH

that's also the answer to the question "guess where i am right now."

when you gots to have it the right way

i will not cover/add to this week's surge of anti-school system posts; i believe jam, fozzy, and vicky have lit the fire enough already.

instead i will blog about something that is spreading like a plague amongst the world. (no, not hale, i'm saving that for another day :D) it's the misuse of the apostrophe (case in point: ' ). on the way home from pansol yesterday, my parents launched into a small discussion on how everyone and their mother (except me, of course, and some few people) is misusing the apostrophe these days. it's like a mockery of how to create a sensible sentence.

take for example:

i have bought a cat. it's name is pusy.

or

look! up in the sky! its a bird! its a plane! no, its supermen! (sarcastic caution: supermen is intentional.)

don't you just hate those? i do. it's a sign of inferiority. (look at me, i'm being all perfectionist again. hello dianne.) i am prone to making those mistakes; if i ever do, i catch myself in the act and quickly revise it - because if i don't, my conscience will haunt me.

where did this problem stem from? it's probably from the short-handedness of ym and texting. whatever belongs to ym and texting, it stays there. whatever belongs to the real world, stays in the real world. you shorthand things in irc or text (i don't shorthand in ym anymore) but you should never ever ever ever shorthand things in blogs and term papers and essays and whatnot.

you may not know it, but you do it too, you know. it pisses me off - i'm a grammar nazi.

tearjerking

sa sobrang ganda, di ko na bibigyan ng explanation. ililink ko na lang at kayo na ang bahala.

nonoy's laptop

yesterday was probably the funnest english period ever. (hopefully, something better will top that.) due to its being after recess, we had a short puzzle bubble open. and because i was able to finish round 20 faster than fern could finish round 19, i stood up to cheers, applause, and high-fives :D

and after the whole lesson we got to snoop around nonoy's laptop. there was a ton of madonna mp3s, an old-school NFS 2, and a candid picture.

"wowie, paano kaya kung may sir sabilano scandal?"
nonoy: "samaaa!"

nawala tuloy ang sasabihin ko

i've had this blog planned out last night due to boredom. thanks to sleep, i've lost it. bah, humbug.

perseus

tomorrow i'll be wearing a skirt. but at least i won't be playing a gay guy.

[EDIT] since i'm in lab 3, i'm bored.

Traffic Light

by Romeo Moran III

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diomampolution's hydrophobia

bakit ba ako lang ang marunong/may gustong lumangoy sa diomampolution? i mean, leiron and mark don't know how/don't want to swim, for some reason. i don't get it - what's so wrong with swimming?

inspired by jose garcia villa

Gravity
by Romeo Moran III

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anyway, happy birthday to jam. enjoy your lack of homework, ms. sexytary ;)

music rants / your boy's a bad man

[rodney, di pa ito ang anti-hale blog. i think i need a go-signal from my sister.]

what's with kelly clarkson's new image? looks like she took some sort of dip into goth/angsty teen. at least, the hazel eyes video reminds me of evanescence.

i want the albums all that remains and you can't see me.

i still can't quite get the message from the marion raven song (end of me), aside from the fact that it pretty much explains her new self. but the lines, "stay with me / as i'm getting naked / stripped down to the floor" are a bit too gigi for me, if you catch my drift.

"delivering monologues in front of a crowd, either small or huge, are nerve-wracking for me; the factors present in the mix are stage fright, shock (sometimes), anxiety, and a fear of loss for words, all due to the spontaneous nature of the said activity."

that's 45 words. i want that incentive.

i feel restricted

i'm in ECH-TI-EM-EL class right now. i feel dumb because most of my classmates here don't know how to code (or has forgotten), and i feel like i'm beaten down to their level.

please, i design my own layouts. don't treat me like i don't know this.

P.S. - ibarra, mag-ingat ka.