there is a fine line between a swindler and eddie guerrero

eddie cheats for laughs.

we just got our jerseys, and to be perfectly honest, they look like shit. shit, like the guy who had them made for us. (if you want some, come get some. you're the one in the wrong anyway.)

this is still rumor status, but we have backing evidence anyway. so mr. assclown here collects P300 from each of us for the jersey. so we said, fine. we pay 300. then we get the said jerseys today, and let me tell you, they look like crap. honestly. not just that, but mistakes in the manufacturing themselves. girls have shirts and guys have sandos - it's supposed to be that way, but some guys got shirts and some girls got sandos. and the quality is crap.

that's not the bad part.

nay, i say. i haven't touched on the bad part yet.

the true "rumor" of this is that chio heard from anne that P300 was not the real price of the jersey, but maybe somewhere along the lines of P200. with quality like that, i'd have to agree. so that means mr. rude-as-hell assclown here gets P100 for himself, for every person that paid for the jersey. and we're 38 in the class.

he also said he's going to be absent tomorrow to go buy himself a prom suit.

when we do confirm that this is true, you better run. and fast.

starbucks

after seeing chio's starbucks planner, i suddenly became so interested. :))

anyway that strawberry and cream was so good. bitz and i bonded after chio and mona left - i never knew that bitz had quite an amazing summer.

angelic... we need to go to starbucks.

conversations part two

i don't know what score i got in the speech, but i can easily summarize it like this: i delivered pretty well, but the speech itself (content-wise) was what brought me down. quoting noy, the focus was a bit shaky.

what the audience (and maybe noy himself) didn't perceive at first (but my lovely vena did already) is that death-row prisoners are offshoots of prisoners, which are underprivileged people themselves. ah well, i've been known to write speeches that stray off-topic more often than not; see my talumpati's first criticisms by mama. i think i'm better off delivering a speech i didn't write.

"what makes you think i don't love you? ...i finally admitted that to myself."

"well, sir cortel taught me to doubt a lot."

"ah, yes. therefore, you exist."

"aren't you glad that i do?"

"hahaha. yep."

listen, i am not ready

tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow.

i am number 21, which means i have the unhappy power of going first in the third batch. yes, i like the fact that i'm getting it over with, but i really wish i wasn't going first. maybe second. second would be preferrable.

tomorrow. tomorrow. tomorrow. number one.

i hate public speaking. i was never really good at it, despite whatever amount of charisma i have. i hate the concept of speaking in front of a number of people, be it five or thirty-nine. despite having good things to say, i hate it.

though all that might change when i cut a promo inside the ring in the future. ;) "AT WRESTLEMANIA, I WILL MAKE YOUR ASS TAP!"

"hmm... it's either i look at you or noy tomorrow."

"w-why?"

"i don't know. or i look at podie."

"if you look at podie, that's looking down."

"eh. then i look at you."

"me?"

"why not."

"uhh... well... i'll freeze! you know very well what happens when you look at me in a certain way!"

"which way?"

"you know very well which way!"

"well... forgive the butterflies, but, i just want to look at you."

"because?"

"why not?"

"you tell me."

"why not? it's love."

*hugs*

fafs pernandes

the concert was astounding, orchestra-wise. mpo lives up to its reputation. pops, however, sort of doesn't. she really can't do "only hope" and she needs a monitor in front of the stage to show her the lyrics.

but that wasn't the highlight of the night. no, virginia. "markdums" was.

who is "markdums"? no, he ain't the real mark dumlao. heck, "he" is actually a woman who looks like mark dumlao. the thing is, during the hyper dance songs, this woman stood up (in the middle of the audience, mind you) and just danced her night away. soon after her daughter (much to our dismay and constant plights) and three other women in the back followed suit. it was pretty hilarious, yes :P

now, i have nothing to say yet about the orchestra to write in the reaction paper. give me some more hours to think.

god i need a change

tomorrow i'll be going back to pili park. it may very well be one of my last visits to the place, where we danced our asses off for JnJ (and just to win third place. it still has a sour taste in my mouth). this time, it will be without my dear fozzy, and now with my dear J-A.

i miss the times we would try to come up with steps, the times where we were just bumming around in the swings, the time when utensils didn't come with the jollibee we ordered (we had to eat at gellie's house), and the time where we did the psychology test with each other. i'm going to miss those even more, and i'm going to have a new set of memories to miss.

anyway.

am i just fooling myself? is this just an excuse? some replacement because things don't always work out your way? is she just plan B, or is there really more to it?

podie the podium

here's my speech. nonoy thought it was mediocre, but i couldn't disagree - i had no idea in my head at that time and when i did get one, i was unsure of how to write it (due to lack of time). now i've revised it, and here it is. please let me know what you think.

Romeo Moran III

J-A

Good morning.

I believe that children are our future. Then, they grow up to become adults, and eventually mess up. They smoke crack, kill people, et cetera, and then usually end up in juvie, a halfway house, or worse, jail. Or if things are really worse, they rape their stepchild, get caught, then go to court. Afterwhich, the holier-than-thou judge, with his almighty gavel, declares the two most feared words in the whole judicial system of whatever country in the world: the death penalty.

It is supposed to end a person’s life because he or she has committed a mortal sin. From the most primitive forms – hanging and stoning to death – to the modern methods of the electric chair and lethal injections, the death penalty varies a lot. Though, they are all conceived and designed for just one purpose: swift justice and ultimate vengeance.

But I ask: Is it fair at all?

I think it is not. Everyone deserves another chance, even if all the second chances are used up. Even the Holy Father, almighty ruler of heaven and earth, the judge of judges, finds it in His heart to forgive man in his every error, even if he is not willing to repent. I think we must be like this as well, even if the sin committed is the gravest. After all, isn’t murder, which the death penalty is, a mortal sin as well?

Of course, that doesn’t mean that these death-row prisoners are automatically off the hook. Criminals are still criminals. Incarceration is the option, along with rehabilitation, but it must be proper incarceration and not degrading.

The death penalty is inappropriate in today’s world of modern thinking and values. Death penalty is basically a violation of human rights. There are lots of other ways, I believe, to set even the worst offender straight. We must realize that taking someone’s life as payback for sin is not the right method of delivering justice, nor does it send any positive message to people. I say to you, once more, that death penalty should be abolished.

Thank you.

greatest hits... or not?

my lovely sister just gave me rivermaya's latest greatest hits compilation for christmas. (i know... medyo belated. but that's okay.)

now, i think the cd is great. really. it's just that i have some gripes about it.

rivermaya cannot declare it as a [complete] greatest hits collection. the thing is, it only has things from the rico blanco era (which was since the departure of bamboo to present). i don't know whether that decision was influenced from a vendetta with bamboo or what. now, granted that, yeah, there were some hits in the aforementioned era like balisong, liwanag sa dilim and et cetera, most of the real gems belonged to the rivermaya songs bamboo sang.

if you don't know what i'm talking about, let me put it this way: what's a rivermaya greatest hits without kisapmata, 214, ulan, and hinahanap-hanap kita?

if i were to compile a rivermaya greatest hits cd, it would be like this:

1. Posible*
2. Sunday Driving
3. Himala
4. Balisong
5. Umaaraw, Umuulan
6. Makaaasa Ka
7. Kung Ayaw Mo Huwag Mo
8. Kisapmata
9. 214
10. A Love to Share
11. Ulan
12. You'll Be Safe Here
13. Hinahanap-Hanap Kita
14. Ambulansya
15. Basketbol
16. Liwanag Sa Dilim
17. Alab ng Puso
18. Awit ng Kabataan

* - I included Posible because it's in the original list. and where else would you get it?

anyway, i thought awit ng kabataan was a suitable ending.

so, the general review for this cd is that if you're an old-school rivermaya fan, you would rather get himig ng dekada nobenta over this (provided you don't have it yet), but don't get me wrong: this one is also a solid buy. the tracks that win it over are makaaasa ka, basketbol, and ambulansya.

good evening.

the team noy

intrams are drawing near, and last week we were coming up with team names. section C has "jo-on's C-garettes", and i don't quite remember what we ended up with. but here are some stand-out choices, nixed at the last minute for fear of noy losing his job:

- section B (the joke is, they would announce us as "the section A 'section B's!'")
- daddy
- noy's boys
- nonoy's toys
- nonoy humps (the first suggestion was nonoy's humps, but wowie suggested moving the 's')
- nonoy's angels

and my personal favorite:

- nonoy's butotoys

also, we can't dance to songs with indecent lyrics! exactly how the hell are we going to dance "my humps"?

she says, "nothing's forever in this crazy world"

dear bibbo,

somehow i find it hard to write this.

it's really true. i've been meaning to tell you sooner, given that i'd held this secret since, what, november. i've been dropping hints - really obscure ones, to everyone in both lj and blogger. the way they said and exclaimed "wtf are you talking about?" and "what is this?" proves that i done did a good job on these hint things. hints and proddings aside, i guess what's really left amidst the ciphers and cryptic messages is the whole meaning, the point of the whole enchilada.

before i get to that, how's the family? kim here is doing all right. how are the siblings? forgive me because i really don't remember their names anymore - you're the only one i remember more because of our short yet very fun time together. oh, and alan as well. how is nanay? hope she's doing okay. guys over at the sao say that we're going back to your area next week; i hope i can drop by. (by the way if you wanted to know, i did contact the girl and did what you wanted. sadly she never replied to me. well, at least i tried.)

so, anyway, back to my point. the thing is... well, it's really painful for me to say it, seeing as knots in my stomach have magically appeared when i thought about it just now. the thing is, we're moving. to the states. there. got it out of my system. oh, wait. nervousness requires me a trip to the bathroom. okay, there.

so, not just that. it's that we're moving sometime right after this school year. so by the middle of summer i'll probably be in the states already. i know, i know. it sucks. imagine, pulling me out right before my last legitimate year of high school. i know, i know. it really sucks. what sucks more is that i can't fly back here until after five years. five years! i know, i know, it totally sucks. i'm going to miss a hell of a lot of debuts i'm supposed to be in.

so, that's the big news. why, you ask? well, everybody knows how everybody else is migrating over there to get more buck for their bang. anyway, you might remember that i posted an april fools' joke saying the same thing, and in all my foresight i know people are going to start accusing me of crying "wolf". but i assure you, bibbo, that, quoting my sister, i am seriously serious. this time there is a wolf, for crying out loud. (forgive the pun.)

for now i'll let you take the time for it to sink in. i miss you guys over there. i wish we could come back soon - they say we're going to the same place, so i'll keep my hopes up.

hugs and kisses,
pepi