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.

if you had the money to spend

while i was traipsing across the interweb, i found this on chio's blog.

1. Three material things you can't live without:
- my phone
- my wallet
- my watch
(they're like my limbs. for you aspiring thieves, i always, always keep my phone on the right pocket and my wallet on the left. always.)
2. Top 3 clothing brands:
- polo
- old navy
- ???
3. Scents you love...
- On yourself: i'm not very picky, per se. just give me anything and i'll spray it on myself. usually i'm wearing axe dimension. (doesn't have to be fancy)
- On the opposite sex: doesn't matter as long as mabango
4. Brand of gel (guys), hairspray (girls)
- i don't wear gel. anymore, that is.
5. Anti-depressants:
- music, chocolates, and a good meal.
6. The one thing you'd like to change/remove from your body:
- teeth. ;)
7. Do you wear... briefs or boxers? (guys) strap bras or strapless bras?
- boxer briefs (they are sooo comfortable. i'd like to do away with the old briefs)
8. mp3 Player of choice
- unfortunately, nasa pc eh. xmplay. (suri walang ipod. di ako mayaman :P)
9. Favorite shopping places: (define shopping muna)
- doesn't
- really
- matter
10. Country you'd like to live in someday:
- hmm... i don't know.
11. Your life goals (list three):
- have a big house and a good family.
- be a pro player and win the player of the year award (magic 'to. i consider it as a sport)
- meet papi. no, kidding. win an invitational and get my face on a card. or better than that, spearhead a design team.
12. Do you think vanity is bad?
- yes, it's bad, if your blog is cluttered with pictures of you to the point na nagca-crash na yung mga pc ng ibang tao kapag pumunta sila. *ubo*
- but seriously, too much vanity is bad - especially when you use that vanity to one-up others.
13. How about materialism?
- it depends on how you were raised; you must master your own psychology to really answer this.
- my answer would be no, it wouldn't. but you have to be smart.
14. How do you usually dress up casually?
- shorts, sandals, any shirt, watch / pants, sneakers, any shirt, watch
15. Do you love buying stuff? Just for the sake of buying?
- not quite.
16. Are you...
- Materialistic? not very sure
- Vain? to some extent
- Obsessive-compulsive? no - i'm a mess
- A health buff? not really... i frown upon hardcore health buffs.
- Outgoing? to some extent
- In love? under debate
- Depressed? right now? no, i'm not a trainwreck
- A compulsive buyer? eh? not quite
- A drug addict? hell no
17. Can you...
- Sing? it depends on what voice i'm using to sing
- Dance? of course ;)
- Play the guitar? not very much
- Write well? handwriting ba? if so, yes. if you're talking about essays, then i'll go out and be biased by saying yes
- Perform a toe-touch jump, back handspring back tuck, and a herkie? wtf?
- Roll your tongue? i'm currently trying to, and it looks like i can't
- Act? yes, to some extent (if only someone taped that dramafest.)
18. Any fears?
- heights (i'm just afraid if i look down) and flirty gays
19. Do you think money makes the world go round?
- it does, so i'm not going to argue.
20. What do you look for in the opposite sex?
- self-esteem and self-confidence. OPTIMISM. (i've known so much pessimists that they actually begin to piss me off while i'm trying to tolerate them)
21. Three people you'd like to take this quiz:
- those who took
- the other two
- quizzes from me
22. Finally! Do you love me?
- if you are who i think you are, then yes!

week in review / OH-EM-GEE

so far, week's been good. only shocking moments are ms. vicky's god-damned list of procedures, and the fact that mr. sabilano has decided to put us through impromptu speaking.

how did he do that? by taking us by surprise.

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OH-EM-GEE.

noypidity comment:

"At 4:51 AM, Mak said…

hi your blog is great. Lot's of good funny wowowee stuff to reminisce here.


Btw, I added your blog site in www.kapamilya.now.nu

Thanks, and keep up the great work on the blog -- very entertaining."

now that's a fansite, but links + fansite + more traffic = more readers of noypidity. we're one step closer to the big time, sis and fozzy!

[we're listed on the links page as "Wowowee funny moments blog". lol]

and while we're on the topic, those of you who have never been to noypidity at least once in your lifetime, go here now.

btw, congrats papi - hopefully you can make this marriage last. also, i swear that i will update noypidity tomorrow and on monday - we're expecting lots of readers. hopefully.

do you love your vihbih?

hey, i'm stuck in ECH-TE-EM-EL class. how about you?

not as bad as i expected.

my class is under mr. sabilano (familiar to some freshmen). he isn't viroomal-ish, which is a big plus. the day was boring in itself; batista, our own adviser, and that sir tom clone had big periods of patlang, and they filled it up quite nice, one way or the other. but during that, the worst was dreaded. in those periods of utter boredom, it was utter boredom. why? this was no SB - there was no leiron or fozzy to talk to, there was no dianne to pester, and it wasn't worth changing seats, even if i have to talk to angelic out of pure boredom. (no offense, angelic.) i even caught myself before writing "S-B" on that booklet profile form. maybe when karlo comes, that's all going to change. hopefully. oh, and yaps arrived.

anyway, the rest of the afternoon was spent on kabangagan - repeating the words "do you like your vehbeh" and "ECH-TE-EM-EL" (HTML), and singing that vengaboys song. "di ako sasali. di ako sasali."

how was your first day?

ETA: 17 hours. and counting.

17 hours until we are reacquainted with the sound of the bell ringing again.

only that we're not entering the same classrooms.

only that we won't be interacting with the same people.

only that we're going to be staring down a new teacher.

only that we're going to find new seatmates.

only that we're facing new subjects.

to swing it in a positive light, at least we get to see each other again. tomorrow, expect me to be leaving late. which means i have the whole afternoon. looks like more adventures with rodney.

the last friday we'll ever spend together

as it stands now, there is the weekend left standing between us and school year 2005-2006.

once again we'll be cramming, cooking, studying, passing, failing (yeah, some of us will be. i don't plan to anymore), wishing for the weekends, doing experiment papers, begging teachers, grumbling at bitching teachers, doing homework, losing our minds on physics (for you sophomores, you'll be losing your minds in trig and chemistry), practicing for intrams, and many others that escape my mind right now.

although, i would like to imagine how this year's fair would be like.

and once march rolls by again, you'll be wishing that the school year wouldn't end, much like how you're wishing the summer wouldn't end.

fun (edited version)

a picture is worth a thousand words. four of those words are "leiron took the picture".

the time is now!

today, i turn a decade and a half old.

any regrets?

hell no. ;)

it's gone. the madness, it's gone.

life was feeling pretty chipper when it decided to black out all of sta. rosa today. (yep, i've learned a new word.) anyway, thanks to jam, who preserved my sanity, i turned out fine.

although, in the span of time wherein the power was out, i couldn't help but:

• engage in a few lightsaber duels
• practice violin
• kumapa ng kanta sa piano (i was able to find the chorus of signs)
  
• role-play with my toys, involving my SP as a laptop
• have aragorn slay a three-times-bigger-than-him buzz lightyear
• sing my lungs out (bo-style :D)
  
• read the english book. the first few parts are about mythology - nothing new there. roman mythology should never ever EVER be mixed with greek; although it is arbitrarily the same, the names don't go well each other.
• eat those damn delicious fudge-filled cupcakes.
• play with the small batmobile.

it's always fun to go back to your roots and unleash thy imagination.

the news will display anything.

i can hear my dad in the other room tune in to TV patrol, and they're doing a coverage on Idol. if you didn't know already, carrie won.

the thing is, it's amazing how the philippines will cover something like this. i'm not sure about the demographics that Idol hits, but if it's hitting the "masses", then i'll be. the news will make sense. but if not, why bother?

it's really amazing that the news will make a fuss out of that.

(8) the trouble with duff is... (8)

i've just heard the song what dreams are made of, not because i wanted to, but because justin was tuned in to disney channel. and as you know, they like to play songs from their movies (it's actually not half-bad. a whole new world is addictive) and this is what came out, due to the lizzie movie showing on tv on saturday.

what i believe the problem with hilary duff and her music career isn't her excessive arm fat, nor her teeny-bopper sound (although fly sort of gets rid of that), but because she's not made to sing. (duhhh.)

she's straining her voice on the songs, making them sound horrible. if she's so rich, she should get some voice lessons. have you heard fly? it's horrible because she sounds too flat.

so what should she do about that? learn from whitney houston or celine dion, i guess. or to fellow disney star christy carlson-romano. she can sing.

threesomes

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Pepi
2. Pepseeh
3. Romeo


THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. dragon_flip24
2. pepseeh
3. The One

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. height
2. arms
3. hair

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. body size (just a little bit fatter...come on...)
2. teeth
3. hair

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. filipino
2. spanish (my ancestors are from space)
3. irish (with a name like that, I have to be)

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. mukha ni sadako
2. the [former] principal
3. flirty gays

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. ym
2. kumon
3. blitzball

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. shorts
2. lapu-lapu troop shirt
3. necklace

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. maroon 5
2. black eyed peas
3. kenny g

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS: (current)
1. Snoop Dogg ft. J. Timberlake - Signs
2. Rod Stewart - Young Turks
3. Alter Bridge - Metalingus

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. laughter
2. trust
3. understanding

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
1. i like rasslin'.
2. i idolize edge.
3. i've stopped playing magic.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. sense of humor
2. body
3. intelligence and ability to speak proper english

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. making music
2. blitzball
3. fantasy card forum

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. get the frigging tekken 5 from leiron.
2. spear. (it's been a long time since i've successfully done one.)
3. gimmick ulit.

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. professional wrestling (ako rin, mark! [malamang])
2. head of magic r&d
3. *last one up for debate*

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. none
2. at the moment
3. but i'd like to go back to the US

THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE: (boys/girls)
1. romeo IV
2. victoria
3. samantha (2 & 3 are tributes to sisters. :P)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. have a family
2. maging mayaman/sikat (whichever comes first)
3. mabuhay rin ng masaya

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY/GIRL (whichever you believe yourself to be):
1. i hate flirty gays
2. i'm attracted to the opposite sex
3. i'm somewhat of a geek (but yaps is geekier than me)

THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. ...
2. ...
3. alam ni fozzy. =)) but that person isn't a crush, per se...

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. whoever
2. has copied
3. the other quiz from me.

my sibings will ask me for anything.

the other day i got an email from friendster saying i had a message from my outreach bro bibo. once i read it, i was doomed to laughter. here's what he said (bibo kung nabasa mo 'to, peace tayo, ha? :P):

hi pep advance happy b day muzta na tol
hehehehe!!!!!

lapit na b day mo libre ka ha or punta ka na lang
d2 samin heheheh!!!! tol may kilala ka bang ****
**** (name censored for privacy reasons. -pepseeh)
kasi kita ko album nya may pic sya dun sa
emmaus sa isang store nag outreach daw cla !!!!
tol paki sabi na lang add nya ko ha
bibo_hotdog08@yahoo.com wak mo kalimutan
add nya ko ha

now, i don't know how to respond to this. of course, i should thank him for greeting me in advance. but to actually grant him his request? i don't know... he's done this before with kim (which was easier for him to reach since me and kim were partners in the outreach) but this time, this is a bit more out of my jurisdiction.

anyway, i told him in my reply that i would try, but i'm not promising anything. i'm telling you, this would be interesting - i get to play matchmaker. again. sorta. oh, you know.

hold fast!

the were-jam comes upon us!

six random rants.

6. you cannot kill what is already dead. (if you cannot defeat yunalesca, keep this in mind.)

5. champ from hale looks gay. *hides from vicky*

4. someone in the brainburst forums has used my lovely avatar. well, at least he thinks it's cool. (it's a glowing fiery temper.)

3. what is it with the lead vocalist of sandwich and his slightly nasal singing voice? i hate it.

2. "well, hello there!"
"'well, hello there!'? that's the best you can come up with? all those years training in the jedi temple and the best you can come up with is 'well, hello there!'?"

1. watch out for the new teleserye (produced and written by the noypidity family) called "Mahal Ko Si Marc Abaya". it's outrageous, i tell you. (literally and figuratively.)

do the math.

13 days. (sorry yaps, i'd rather not go the javascript way.)

don't shoot the messenger. nor the journalist. nor the blogger.

in the midst of my smackdown vs. raw gaming this afternoon, i switched channels (due to the now loading screen) and stumbled upon a commercial for a journalist's summit whose name i don't recall right now. (the commercial is on mtv, i think. look for it if you're interested.) the commercial was stating that 500 journalists were killed over the last 10 years - 'cause the Powers That Be (tm) don't like what they're hearing.

i started thinking... if they can have journalists killed because they spread "propaganda", what more of bloggers? we spread info too, you know... at least, the serious ones.

what do you think? will we have bulls-eyes on our foreheads in the near future?

take just one last look at excellence.

i've said it many times before - i'll miss this class. the little black notebook, the thin orange notebook, and the small grey filler (aka 1.5) reminded me of all this.

who's that hot guy behind annal, aleia and the others? he reminds me of someone...

it's been said that these three words increase hits: matteo guidicelli pictures. who knows?

happy birthday rod ;)

happy birthday rodney!

bahay mo, ah.

this makes me scream like a little girl

eeeeee!

heck, if i can run generals and rise of nations decently, then my pc can run that.

anyway, sta. rosa is still in the spotlight. still no plans of being an extra.

you gotta watch the news. it's good for you.

one, the government is passing a bill to "outlaw the discrimination of the third sex". tae naman eh. this takes the fun away from everything; i'm suspecting this is senator osmena's doing. tae.

two, our mayor has been assassinated earlier today. by a woman. (yaps hihirit ka ba?) the popular theory as of now is that it was the NPA's doing. apparently their modus operandi is that if they need to assassinate a man, a woman gets the gun, and vice versa.

and because of this, GMA, ABS-CBN, and the other stations are setting up camp in our backyard. julius babao has broadcasted the news live earlier today, complete with the jologs who pose as extras in the background.

three, although unrelated, defenders of the catholic faith (aka those who have joined in the fray versus 77truthseeker) would might want to go read this; it concerns the two personas of 77truthseeker and god_jesus_810.

the reason mariah carey is such a good singer is because her lungs are big.

ow.

my dog just bit me. who's betting on rabies?

insidious dreams. 2.

just woke up from the most unusual dream last night. thankfully, it wasn't bad (nor wet, leiron), but i'm still trying to figure it out.

!

blogger's block. so this is what you get.

Your Linguistic Profile:

60% General American English

25% Yankee

15% Dixie

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Your Taste in Music:

90's Hip Hop: High Influence

Adult Alternative: High Influence

Hip Hop: High Influence

R&B: High Influence

80's R&B: Medium Influence

Classic Rock: Medium Influence

Gangsta Rap: Medium Influence

80's Rock: Low Influence

90's Alternative: Low Influence

90's R&B: Low Influence

Alternative Rock: Low Influence

Country: Low Influence

Hair Bands: Low Influence

Old School Hip Hop: Low Influence

How's Your Taste in Music?

that's very... err.. shameful.

Your Birthdate: June 1

Your birthday suggests that are executive ability and leadership qualities in your makeup. A birthday on day 1 of any month gives a measure of will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach. This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. You may be sensitive, but your feelings stay rather repressed.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

that last sentence makes some sort of sense.

Your Japanese Name Is...

Daiki Anenokoji

What's your Japanese Name?

eh?

Your True Birth Month Is June

Fussy Abiding Friendly Stubborn Talkative Sensitive Executive Hesitating Easily hurt Active mind Easily bored Daydreamer Loves to joke Tends to delay Temperamental Brand conscious Loves to dress up Having lots of ideas Good debating skills Funny and humorous Thinks far with vision Prone to getting colds Polite and soft-spoken Able to show character Seldom show emotions Knows how to make friends Easily influenced by kindness Takes time to recover when hurt Choosy and always wants the best Those who love me are enemies; Those who hate me are friends

What's Your True Birth Month?

wahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. he's got that right. but what's with that girl in the bikini?

Your #1 Match: ESTP

The Doer You are adventurous and risk taking. You act first, think second. You love being the center of attention. Chances are you were the class clown. Competitive, charming, and charasmatic - you have your own code of honor. You live a flexible life, bouncing between a series of activies that interest you. You would make a great salesperson, marketing director, or entrepreneur.

Your #2 Match: ESFP

The Performer You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others. A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic. You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally. You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic. You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.

Your #3 Match: ESTJ

The Guardian You're a natural leader and quick, logical decision maker. Goals are important in your life, and you take many steps to acheive them. You enjoy interacting with others, mostly through work related activities. Your high energy level means you are great at getting things done! You would make a great teacher, judge, or police detective.

Your #4 Match: ENTP

The Visionary You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression. You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything. Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off. You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.

Your #5 Match: ESFJ

The Caregiver You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first. A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change. You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project. You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people. You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.

What's Your Personality Type?

so. what do you make of that?

what is that?

if you were wondering what that little button below the comments link was, first i'd have to suggest you click on it before you ask. (i mean, duh. :P)

but anyway if anyone needs explaining, it's a little project that the Great Minds™ that documents all stupid (and therefore funny) answers to be heard on Wowowee. if you wanna follow along, tune in to ABS-CBN at 1 o' clock - monday through saturday.

i fixed the link to my wishlist, in accordance to yaps's comment. :D if you're still interested in it, click here.

[edit] little anti-truthseekerism joke. sneaked it offa RD and twisted it a bit. that's acknowledgment for you :P

it was the first year of religion class, and this six-year-old kid is already starting to argue the lessons with the teacher.

the teacher taught the class that "God made everything", but the kid (let's call him Stanford :P) immediately stood up and objected.

"God doesn't make everything," Stanford argued. "most things are made in China."

eh. kids :P [/edit]

only girls like shopping, right?

responses to blogs is at an all-time low, but i guess i can't do anything about that.

here's my froogle wishlist. very unbecoming of a guy, but the things on the list are mostly stuff that guys like. (i'm not going to say that they're guy stuff for fear of gender discrimination accusations.) but please someone get me the edge book first. i heard it's a good read and i'm dying to get my hands on it.

ripped this offa joe's blog. hope he doesn't mind. you don't mind, do you, joe? :P

TEN Random Things About Me!
10- i am an edgehead.

09- i love to play my sax but i'm usually not motivated to.

08- i enjoy blogging when i have a topic.

07- i defend catholic doctrines along with asha, yaps, and arun.

06- i can spear you.

05- psp and/or photoshop are my best friends. although i don't know them as much as other people do.

04- i am one with the keyboard.

03- we won a frigging dramafest.

02- i'm currently playing three final fantasy games.

01- i'm outspoken and opinionated.

NINE Places I've Visited
09- rod's house
08- san francisco
07- disneyland california
06- las vegas
05- vigan
04- bacolod
03- mark's house
02- leiron's house
01- alabang town center

EIGHT Things I Want To Do Before I Die.
08- spearhead design or development team of a large Magic set.
07- get married.
06- top 8 a standard block constructed pro tour.
05- top 8 worlds.
04- have kids. especially romeo IV.
03- spear all my nemeses. (i spelled that correctly - plural form of nemesis)
02- meet adam copeland. and probably have him train me.
01- make diomampolution a force to be reckoned with.

SEVEN Ways To Win My Heart
07- be nice!
06- please, don't be stupid. (*ubo*dianne madamba*ubo*)
05- don't be a slut. (*ubo*giselle banzon*ubo*)
04- let's have intelligent conversations.
03- kalog. :D
02- baduy. :P
01- be real, fool.

SIX Things I Believe In
06- my blog and whatever opinion in it
05- anything catholic which 77truthseeker is against
04- constantine
03- that there are jerks in this world
02- you
01- true love

FIVE Things I'm Afraid Of
05- rejection
04- failure
03- a bad impression of me
02- losing a loved one
01- mass destruction.

FOUR of My Favorite Items In My Bedroom
04- binder
03- PC (it's the strongest one in the house.)
02- my spot on the double-decker bed
01- our notebook which i have written on only once this summer :P

THREE Things I Do Everyday
03- play.
02- kumon.
01- chat.

TWO Things I Am Trying Not To Do Right Now
02- secret!
01- becoming too opinionated.

ONE Person I Want To See Right Now
01- funny, i was just talking to her an hour or two ago :P

hm. talk about a long blog.

too much internet [almost] kills the faith.

too much surfing the internet for interesting content is almost shaking my preset faith and beliefs. i guess that's what an overabundance of sub-par blogs do to someone like me.

here's the latest "too-scientifically inferior-to-be-true" thing i've discovered:

the earth doesn't move! *gasp*!

not really sure if you've found it but i just thought i'd bring it to your attention. good evening.

are we having fun yet?

first off, to get this out of the way.

in loving memory of constantine maroulis (parang may namatay eh :P)

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

for those whose dads don't play tapes of queen's greatest hits in the car, it's supposed to be sung as a semi-musical of sorts.

imagine my pleasant surprise earlier today when the first thing i see this afternoon is a file labeled jamina muñasque.

jam: aw. don't act like you don't know.

you got me.

ah, basta.

RETURN CONSTANTINE.

noontime boredom / fight the good fight

willie: "sinong sikat na diva ang kasama ng boys 2 men sa kantang 'one sweet day'?" (mariah carey)
contestant 1: "regine velasquez."
wille: "mali. international diva siya."
contestant 2: "sharon cuneta."

someone has to kill lito camo.

yaps, arun, asha, let's continue to fight.

join the crusade.

if only there were web moderators like in forums. then they would have enough reason to kick this guy where he oughta be kicked. (for those who don't know, i suggest you click that, and automatically read the comments, where the action is.)

by the way, shouldn't lj's agreement of terms and/or rules prohibit topics as extreme as that?

mr. truthseeker is definitely a protestant, who is overadvertising his beliefs and is ostracizing the other religions. (yes, that means catholicism as well. he's saying that we're bullshit.)

i might need to write the rebuttal i need to write somewhere else, for i'm sure you won't be able to read it here.

yaps_02: what is he on? LSD?
dragon_flip24: probably something stronger
yaps_02: what's stronger than LSD? even I don't know...
dragon_flip24: same here
yaps_02: i have the solution...
yaps_02: WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?
dragon_flip24: yeah!
dragon_flip24: what would jesus do?
yaps_02: he would smite this guy
dragon_flip24: for twisting his words
dragon_flip24: but then jesus doesn't smite
yaps_02: yep
yaps_02: yep...
yaps_02: he teaches the truth...
dragon_flip24: yeah

yaps! we fight more!

the evolution of pepseeh

last night, i was telling julian and mayee to find something. in the gist of it, i stumbled upon my old blog (http://pepseeh.blogspot.com) and reread the old entries. me and julian were laughing at them, and all the while i was amazed at the way i blogged back then. i guess i was trying to be funny and witty, which i have achieved to some extent only recently. i also figured that the overuse of long sentences were my downfall.

i also found in the old pepseehcola archives the sole reason why the principal should've gotten me, and not leiron. i mean, with that post it's going to take me farther than an oral warning.

i'm not going to put up a link to that, because i'm not stupid - you find it for yourselves.

now, i'm probably blogging smarter than before. and that's a good thing. good day to you :P

because i am a crazy brother.

warning: you may be turned off, but don't blame me. (to sis, i'm kidding. peace :P)

me! : i'm bored
vicky: watch tv
vicky: going bulilit!!!!!! ahahah
vicky: theyre doing the wowowee song
me! : ayoko nga
vicky: =))
vicky: wowoweee!!!!!
me! : =))
vicky: sa luzon sa visayas at sa mindanao
vicky: saan mang sulok ng mundo
vicky: makakasama mo
vicky: nagbibigay saya
vicky: sa bawat isa
vicky: =))
vicky: at nagbibigay ng...bla bla di ko na alam
vicky: WOWOWEE!!!
me! : tama na
vicky: sinong di mawiwili
me! : para kang sex bomb dancer
vicky: dahil sa game na to ay di ka magsisisi
vicky: WOWOWEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
vicky: panalo ang marami
vicky: ahahahah
vicky: etcetc
me! : i'm going to paste this conversation to a blog
vicky: go ahead
me! : =))
vicky: hi, world!!!

i now realize that this must be a by-product of being crazy and not-all-too-serious. well, we are siblings after all. :P

has the madness been and gone?

earlier today i was reading thoroughly through st. malachy's prophecies. (for those who don't know, his prophecies accurately describe popes. he prophesizes that the last pope will be named peter the roman, and so on and so forth...) although a feeling in my gut tells me that they're probably not gonna happen, i can't help but admit and accept that the fact that his evidence and his prophecies are actually very credible.

and now, i don't know which way to look.

although it's been said that the prophecy has been thrown somewhat out of whack due to the fact that ratzinger is a german and not french (which st. malachy prophecized him to be) but that's just a small thing. some other prophecies say that ratzinger's supposed to be the bad guy.

it's still all speculations from here - the pope hasn't been pope for a week yet.

can anyone say "desktop wallpaper"?

i think i didn't like my rough cut-work of hbk at all. so here.

it's lime green

wrestlemania 21 was sort of missing an 'it' factor. must be the lack of tag-team action.

nothing beats michael vs. angle (that sort of stole the show, but the prospects of a title changing hands is a headliner too), and edge has got the money in the bank.

has anyone got a formula for daivari? 'cause, you know, i already have a working hassan in my file.

don't take away the music is seriously stuck in my head.

new (european) pope. (!)

i got this from joe's blog. it's fun. a lot.

Romeo Bascon Moran's Aliases

Your movie star name: Cheezy Romeo

Your fashion designer name is Romeo London

Your socialite name is Epep Alabang

Your fly girl / guy name is R Mor

Your detective name is Tiger La Salle

Your barfly name is Cheezy Cali

Your soap opera name is Bascon Emerald

Your rock star name is Lush Edge

Your star wars name is Rommax Morjam

Your punk rock band name is The Annoyed Windvane

The Amazing Meganame Generator

quite annoying :P

before i was even awake...
jam: we have a pope! cardinal joseph ratzinger will now be known as pope benedict xvi. watch cnn! (i checked bbc, since that was the only channel i found in time)
me: and he's... european?
jam: from germany
me: whoop-dee-doo. at least he fills the gap.
jam: what gap?
me: the pope gap.
jam: oh yeah =)

so i don't need to blog about the new pope, since from here 'til then on, i have counted 4 blogs in my rss feed list (and 1 that's not on the list, making it 5) that have blogged extensively about pope benedict xvi. my only disappointment is, once again, the cardinals have not bothered to elect a pope which doesn't hail from europe. but, what can i do about that? i'm not a cardinal.

i doubt this one will live to be pope as long as karol did - i mean, he's 78.

by the way, i don't know if anyone had even thought about this, but there has been an asian pope, and his name is St. Peter. yep. the apostle. and Jesus is asian. ever thought about that, kiddies?

the original title of this blog would have offended most people.

i guess i was wrong in assuming that shawn michaels's reputation precedes him, and only a few people actually know who he is, or have simply heard of his name (or maybe they do know his name but not his image). no worries, though. he's still the best.

anyway, earlier today, phim commandeered the remote and switched it over to the noontime variety shows. wowowee was decent (aside from the fact that one contestant, when asked to choose a prize from the bundle, asked for an mp3. [player]) but eat bulaga! proves that some people still live under rocks. a couple of them:

question: "anong pelikula ang may sequel na 'the lost world'?" (for those who don't know, it's jurassic park.)
contestant: "dinosaur."

luckily the other contestant was smart enough to provide the right answer. but that's not the same story for the next one:

question: "saang 'c' matatagpuan ang quebec?" (again, for those who really don't know, it's in canada. but you should know that.)
contestant 1: "cuba."
contestant 2: "china."

whoot. that's some part of the reason why i don't like people who cannot speak proper english.

[edit]

"The Samurai were a proud and fierce people. This is why an alcoholic American soldier with minimal training can become a superior Samurai and become the last Samurai. This is our way of honoring these proud people; with Tom Cruise."

taken from ad infinitum's sig. :P [/edit]

are you on cloud nine?

new layout. i believe everyone is familiar with the heartbreak kid.

if you sharp eyes spot the jagged lines in hbk's picture, then forgive me for it; i couldn't cut it properly, although i tried my best to.

i'm now idolizing this man - i'm fixing my entrance and style to accomodate both edge and hbk stances and acts, because i know i can play sweet chin music.

well i never knew how far behind i left you

to anyone who might be wondering why i was at the party: justin was invited, so my mom asked me if i wanted to tag along. and i was happy to :P although i actually got more than what i bargained for.

okay. i'm torn in two. ever since it became clear to me that s-b will only be a quick and distant memory of our high school lives, i don't know what next year's going to be like. i say to myself that i have accepted that s-b is now gone, but inside, i still can't get over it. i mean, finally - a year without too much assholes making the class undesirable for me. and now, all of us in s-b's been pushed back to reality. reality hurts, doesn't it, s-b?

sana kaklase ko si julian. at si leiron. at si mark. at si rodney. i must be a really lucky guy to get those wishes.

another "kuya accomplishment", aka "something for me to be really proud of" - my sister's in s-b. and no, i don't need a mini-me, i think the world can handle enough of me already. :P

a toast to the music class of sophomore year 2004-2005. because we are THAT damn good.

i decline

no, i'm not gay. if i was, i wouldn't have a maiden to worship and adore. in other words, i'm not gay - nor stupid.

i'm currently having trouble on writing a blog whose topic will be so controversial that i am still in debate on whether to post it or not. and, it's still in the draft part, which makes it convey a rather different message.

[EDIT] explanations of blogs gone by

19 comments are the most i've gotten in quite a long time (anyone still remember "are you a shit?"). 19 comments, five of which are written in my own hand, either praising those who side with me or giving a rash rebuttal (one was telling off leiron). two people are telling me that i'm anti-love.

no, i'm not anti-love. i'm very much in love myself. but love's too strong a word, so you suggest a word for it. infatuated? i doubt that.

no, i'm not pessimistic about love right now. i'm feeling rather optimistic myself, and that's just me, really.

what i did in that blog was broke down the concept of the "monthsary" in my own method, and i just finished rereading the facts, so now i've drawn up a conclusion. you are free to argue with me - i love a good argument.

the idea of the monthsary, generally, is to celebrate a relationship that has stood for a month. a month is a relatively short time - 4 weeks or 30 days, at average. but why do you need to celebrate standing long for a month? a year is generally more impressive - for 12 months you've stood. going back, you want to celebrate a month of standing strong? how come? because you're afraid that any minute now, your relationship will crumble and fall apart? you want to celebrate now because you're afraid that you'll be single next month? if you love your partner, will you really doubt the two of you? is that the amount of faith you have in your relationship? i'm telling you, if you believe you and your partner can go the long run, you need not celebrate the "monthsary" because you believe that you can withstand whatever bullshit is thrown between you and your partner. a "monthsary" would be pointless for you because you can go on living with each other's affections for a year.

done. now, your turn. argue with me. come on.

scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?

anti-monthsary rant part 2: the lighter side.

yaps: anyhoo... any new entries?
me: nope..
yaps: maybe new comments
yaps: lemmecheck
me: leiron and mayee, namely the people who aren't single, disagree with me
yaps: it's bbbbulshit
yaps: now that's funny
yaps: you sound like lewis black
me: taken from mr. deeds
yaps: alam mo ang masama... kung ang monthsary nyo kasabay ng monthly ng babae... paano kayo mag lalplapan?
me: that is, kung may plano kayong maglaplapan
yaps: that's the only reason a monthsary was created
yaps: couples suck
me: how'd you know that
yaps: american culture
me: who made it up anyway?
yaps: teens with short attention spans
me: aka idiots?
yaps: yep
me: i see
yaps: tayo... monthsary na ba natin?
yaps: hindi naman tayo bumibilang, right?
me: duhh
yaps: and we're supposed to be the gay couple of the year
me: i thought we were keeping our relationship professional
yaps: but we're still gay =))
me: =))

*for the record, i would like to state that the gay thing is a running joke. heck, i have to stay away - it might grow on me.

monthsaries. true holiday, or pointless celebration? you decide!

what is it with monthsaries? really? i think this [stupid and annoying] trend started last year - when 5-20% of sophomore-b weren't single anymore. now, i've just come to the conclusion that in fact, the holiday known as the "monthsary" is actually pointless and stupid.

"why's that, peps?" you ask.

well, for one, a real anniversary would be better to celebrate. you've held on for one year, for urza's sake! wouldn't that be better to celebrate?

another would be the characteristic uncertainty of a relationship. sure, you can be together now, but no one ever knows if you'd still be together in june. it's easy to pull yourselves together for a month to celebrate - which would make it sort of pointless. a real achievement is pulling yourselves together for a year. then we can say, "dammit, these guys have been together for a year!"

and a personal reason - i'm getting quite irritated when i hear/see a "happy monthsary". heck, it doesn't even sound good, or grammatically correct, for that matter. if ever this tradition doesn't fade away (unlike, you know, friendster, and like, you know, blogs), then someone please do me a favor and change the name. "monthsary" on its own sounds like crap and has no meaning whatsoever.

that's it. my rant's finished.

angry mob of happy monthsary-celebrating couples, unite!

can i just leave this one untitled? thanks.

let me join too.

1) write something about fifteen different people.

2) you can't say who they are - it would make this pointless.

3) if someone asks you about them, you can't tell - it would also make it pointless.

moving on:

1. my best friend. although i am the one smarter between us, he still comes through. premier sleep-over provider. diomampolution member.

2. founder of diomampolution. bonding with him and tito pete during father and son ;) i seriously want diomampolution jackets.

3. my chatmate (and considered best friend) for the longest time running. he declares himself stupid (and i agree). deteriorated due to ragna.

4. the rich guy who was mugged. i still want to inflict pain on your muggers, man. has the most girl trouble and has the most unstable persona.

5. the one whom i share the notebook with. we share each other's problems through the sacred notebook, which only us can read and write in. (psst, to you, it's being threatened!)

6. my sister; sister number 1. co-great mind. 1/2 of the spongebob sisters (aka my sisters as well) and the one who usually laughs at what i say. (no offense, sister number 2.)

7. my sister; sister number 2. the one whom i miss the most. 1/2 of the spongebob sisters (aka my sisters as well) and the one who is usually closer to me. (no offense, sister number 1.)

8. my jedi master. many people consider this guy to be a jerk. still, he's good and a good comedian. we are working on a sitcom project.

9. leiron usually picks on this girl. it's not my hobby anymore. the girl who has a lot of problems with her semi-dysfunctional guy.

10. the girl who claims she is usually unfazed by my being annoying. aka [still] the maiden. she once threatened to manifest herself behind me - for no good reason. ;)

11. may pole girl. i've never met another girl like this one. her tolerance for the more awkward topics leads to better conversations, longer laughs, and of course, the greener jokes. ;)

12. baller brother number one. aka the less vocally-inclined one. we usually talk about the more serious games.

13. baller brother number two. aka the more annoying one. if he doesn't stop, i usually resort to an ankle lock. we usually talk about pokemon and whatever it is we're playing on the game boy. wala ka namang alam eh.

14. idol.

15. supplier of rumors. the one who usually borrows the romance novels from the lrc, and is infamous for doing so. why? read some for yourself and find out. avid borrower of books - has certificates to prove it.

guess!

as a side note, i chanced upon manda's blog. i found it well-written, which makes it better among others'. it's less on the wordy and more on how each sentence delivers a message. amazing ;)

that's all - you can't see me, my time is now.

destruction is... imminent? undefined.

the pope has passed away. websites all around the globe about prophecies say that the end is near. the vatican is in a major huddle right now. for one, i would like to see a non-european (read: american, asian, or even black) pope to succeed karol wojtyla in st. peter's chair.

here's something to think about.

okay, people are going around saying that we should all pray for the pope. if he is the pope, being a symbol of christians everywhere, being the appointed leader of the religion, being the successor of peter, being the one supposedly holiest among us in our lifetime, why does he need to be prayed for?

if you're saying that we have to pray for his soul to enter heaven, wouldn't he have something equivalent to an e-pass in our superhighways? he wasn't sinful, now was he? you wouldn't need to pray for his soul, he's got it made already.

so, can anyone tell me why you need to pray for his soul? because when i hear that phrase, i assume that someone needs help on going to heaven. someone please kindly clear that up for me?

let the new era begin.

CONGRATULATIONS CENA AND BATISTA!!!

who's your daddy?

after receiving curses and insults in my comments box for the past blog entry (although i gotta warn you now, that's a real prospect that may happen sooner or later in my life - seriously), i am here to apologize and lay it all down for everyone. :P

yes, that was an april fool's joke.

yes, it worked as i had planned.

yes, almost everyone who had read it was fooled.

thank you, you do care for me (mwahahahaha).

i believe i've weaved a plot so intricate and convincing, that i can hide the secret message "APRIL FOOLS" located by collecting the first letters of each paragraph (aside from the last sentence)! truly, i can say that almost all of you have taken the bait. (by the way kaycee, what will happen if i leave the orchestra?)

now, i will run from the angry mob that is all of you who read my blog. =)) good day! (backlash results later)

the new beginning that i was very much afraid of

as you might not know, my father's a civil engineer. he's involved in the design and construction of buildings, having done both overseas (middle east) and local (think, splash island - yeah, he was involved there, seriously) projects. heck, he even works at school (contractual).

proven, he's one of the best in his job (over here, at least) - he constantly gloats about his accomplishments as a child and the fact that he can spend time off the office whenever he likes/needs to, since he's one of the best at work - meaning, he's quite deserving of it. his former boss has such a lot of faith in him. they're still in touch with each other.

rowing along, i'll discuss the topic today. he's such a good man in his job that they're offering him a job in the US. pasadena, california, to be specific. if he were to accept that offer, his salary would be high (at least, that's what he tells us), which is a good thing for all of us. if he were to take that offer, obviously, he would have to migrate. the catch: he would have to take us along, too.

i groaned loudly, but said, "fine".

longing for him to decline the offer, and after days and nights of brainstorming and discussions with us, he had made his decision: yes, he would take the offer and move us along to california. sadly that decision is irreversible. i know - if it was me, i wouldn't have taken the offer. but it's for the future, he says.

from today, we have two weeks before we leave.

oh, great, i think. don't blame me; it's like i have a choice anyway. goodbye, philippines. goodbye, memories. goodbye, friends. goodbye, sb. i'll surely miss all of you and all of the memories we had together. i'll post a lengthier and a more specific farewell the day before we go.

oh, how i would regret that moment when he broke the news to us. hopefully, my future there would be better. i was even thinking of presenting myself as romeo, not pepi (that name's for all of you here).

look, don't be sad. we'll still keep in touch, right? i know i'll still be logging on, and if given the chance, will wake up veery early in the morning just to log on to ym and chat with you, like i did last summer. (that was fun, by the way - sneaking around on a cold dawn.)

soon, two weeks from now, i'll be boarding two planes on another long, boring flight, contemplating on What Comes Next for me. and in the process, i'll miss all of you. i'll miss this place. dammit. if only i had a choice; but sadly, i don't. anyway, i guess i'll stop here. until the next blog.






by the way, before you comment - do you know the date today?