So I Took This Test...

Mood: still lazying around.
Currently listening to: salamat, the dawn.

WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU? created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as English/Journalism/Comm You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Communication, English, Film, Journalism, Literature, or Writing. It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal. English/Journalism/Comm 100% French/Spanish/OtherLanguage 94% Psychology/Sociology 88% Visual&PerformingArts 88% History/Anthropology/LiberalArts 81% Education/Counseling 81% Religion/Theology 81% Biology/Chemistry/Geology 75% HR/BusinessManagement 69% Physics/Engineering/Computer 56% Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health 56% PoliticalScience/Philosophy 50% Accounting/Finance/Marketing 44% Mathematics/Statistics 19%

and promptly freaked out. :))

Lazy Bones

Mood: lazy. procrastinating junkie.
Currently listening to: iisang bangka, the dawn.

argh. gusto ko mag aral, i swear.

lapit ng prelims. gotta give it all, i guess.

then again. maybe later. :))

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Saan ang tungo mo, mahal kong kaibigan
Saan sasadyain hanap mong katahimikan
Basta't tayo'y magkasama, laging sasabayan kita
Pinagsamaha'y nasa puso, kaibigan, kabarkada

nuff said. imagonnagostudy now.

wish me freaking luck; neuroanatomy scares me like hell.

The Prominence of Permanence

Mood: Peaceful
Currently listening to: Everything's Magic, Angels and Airwaves

i went to bed late last night. actually, it was more of like "i went to bed early in the morning" than "i went to bed late last night". Anyway..

i was watching one tree hill, when a close friend of mine texted me. so aun. i paused the dvd for a bit and checked my balance - 4 php's worth.

her last message was "i missed everything oth has brought me". it was at that time that i was jolted out of consciousness. it hit me that i was probably missing something too, and i haven't even noticed it yet. But i shrugged it off and resumed marathoning an 18-episode season.

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it was around 2 am when i trudged off to sleep. i plopped instantly on my pillow and closed my eyes.

when the body is resting, the mind wanders. i thought of high school.

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i remember an english project back in 1st year. we were given the task of making a faux newspaper, and since i was the only member of the school paper at my class, my teammates picked me to be the editor-in-chief. i readied the outline and the material. i selected and gave news assignments. it was hard and tiring, but also a bit weird.

on the eve of the submission, i went to bed for a five-minute powernap.

i slept the freaking night away. morning came, and my aunt had to help me paste all the articles together on a broad sheet of paper. needless to say, it wasn't finished.

so i missed 1st period, science. i told my teachers i had a nosebleed while i was en route to school and had to run back to my house for a change of clothes.

it was lunchtime, and my teammates all gathered around at the grotto to make the project. it was funny; almost all of the other teams were there, making projects. it was really touching, i guess. people were all under the same stress.

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i remembered second year. it was at that time that DoTA was introduced. people could be seen converging at computer shops and such. at the end of the day, people would yell "o dota na!"

after every periodical test, there was only one thing that came to people's minds. PLAY DOTA OR DIE. i guess it could be seen as unhealthy. but the fact is, there was no satisfying way to end an exam than a few hours at a computer shop, with a lot of people and friends you know.

i have this picture in my wallet. it's a group pic of us standing outside M Station, a computer shop that was the haven for us back then. it featured at least 20(i think) computer stations, and easy access; it was only a jeep's ride from school. plus, it sold a few refreshments, and 7-11 was just a walk away.

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i guess what i'm trying to say is that i miss high school, and i miss being a kid.

that's what i would have said.

but that's not what i'm going to say.

i'm not going to say i miss being a kid, or miss being young. I'm not gonna say that i miss the whole "I'm going to save and change the world" feeling - the feeling that i know YOU also had when you graduated from high school.

I'm not gonna say i miss high school and i want to go back. I'm not gonna say that i miss all of my friends, and somehow, i just want to let them know that i'm okay, and i want to know that they are too. No. i'm not gonna say that.

it's because there's no need for me to say it. Any of it.

Because deep down, underneath all of the the new insecurities, the pressure, the demands, the pain and the love, we are all still kids, at the top of the world.

and because we're all still kids, i can't say i miss being one, can i? that would be grammatically and literally incorrect.

i can't say that i miss the feeling that i know you also had the day you graduated from high school - the feeling that no one in the entire world has ever loved this hard, has ever cared this fiercely or cried as much.

Because if i do, it will be the day that i stop believing that we will all meet together, alive and well, in some twist of fate. it will be the day that something inside me will break forever. It will be the day that i strangle the kid inside me, destroying the memories of an innocent yesterday.

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i guess that was what jolted me out of consciousness a few hours ago, when i received a message. so i guess i owe that person a big thanks. haha, come to think of it you've always been saving me.

check your friendster mail. you know who you are.

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damn. can't wait for the next season.

This is Why I Love Saturdays

Mood: happee.
Currently listening to: the sound of siblings studying. :))

my kid bro is a real slowpoke. so aun. my sis is teaching him some manners, hardcore. she creates rules and disciplines for my kid bro, bread and water style. it's practically the spanish inquisition, minus the interrogation part. once, there was a rule of the pc usage; commit three spelling mistakes and you get your pc rights revoked for a week. NOW, she's making him study with pressure; as in literal pressure. commit a mistake, and you have to recite LINES from a book WHILE STANDING.

somehow, i feel really thankful that my sis and I don't have a lot of years between us. for one, there's not much of a generation gap, AND i never had my sis to teach me when i was a kid.

but it was really fun listening to them you know. i was rofling at the dinner table. i mean, my kid bro spouts out some killer lines every now and then.

sis:eh bakit ka ba gumaganti?
KB:kaya nga may Golden Rule eh!
sis:eh wala naman sa konteksto, dahil nag aaral tayo ngayon
KBkahit na, dapat may ganti!

something like that. LOL. who knew studying elementary computer could be so effing FUN.

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so today we hung out and played ps2. yeah, i know. we should be malling, or star city-ing, or even city trekking, but a mutual lack of money had us pinned down. this sucks. :))

so aun. i had a lot of fun tekken 5-ing the afternoon. tekken 5 is like the ultimate barkada game; you play it for fun, you play it for the bragging rights or you play just because. either way you play, you still win. you're with your friends, the people that matter not only today, but also in the todays to come.

and oh, we also played naruto something, but i just ain't feeling it with this game, probably because i SUCK. :)) you see, the naruto supers are very japanese-like. in order to execute a super combo, as in hyper-super-duper-uber combo, you have to mash a button repeatedly, twist the analog continously or press a series of buttons under time freaking pressure, all with the goal of beating your opponent in terms of the number of times a button was mashed, an analog was twisted or a button series was executed correctly.

this may sound like i'm giving an excuse(which i am really not giving, HAHA) but my nails are really loooong, and the controller really sucked. so while they were dishing out two digits in the button mashing department, i was merely serving one digit figures. crap.

but it was okay; button mashing really isn't my thing, i'm more of an analog-twisting kind of guy.

lolz,wut?

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i've been watching season 5 of one tree hill, and thanks to it, i have found a new music artist to rave about - kate voegele. she plays mia, and she's really good at it. she's real cute when she acts all idolizing and all that.

anyway, aside from this weird kate addiction thing going, i now have a couple of bands to check out. owyeah.

Tumbling Down Memory Lane

Mood: nostalgic
Currently listening to: here we stand, amber pacific

so i wasn't really planning on blogging tonight. i dunno. the juices just ain't flowing tonight. aw. there's a lot of things that have happened today, but... aun.

oh. i've finally began watching one tree hill's season 5. i dunno. oth was my source of great quotes and great scenarios. not to mention killer bg's. i think it helped me a lot in coping with high school. ewan. it just feels like i owe part of my sanity and sobriety to it. heck. it made me realize a lot of things - like every moment matters.

i remember a certain episode. the teacher pairs them randomly into pairs and gives them a camera and an hour to do an assignment - how much is an hour really worth? the activity involves sharing, and the characters realize a lot of things; like the surname of a certain classmate who just hung out at the back. at the end of the activity, they will take a picture of their choice of how they perceive the other.

that episode gets to me. i dunno. maybe it's the timing. y'see, the characters only have a few months to go before grad. eh nung napanood ko, a few months na lang din, grad na ako. sheeet

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so i'm chatting with robert, an eccentric, wonka-philic and band-a-riffic friend of mine. my ym status reads "currently listening to DEATHCAB FOR CUTIE". siya naman, wiseass. nag react. :))

rb rb rb!: eew.
rb rb rb!: you listen to that?
daryl: yaaaap.
daryl: haha, ayos naman ah.
rb rb rb!: ay oh?
rb rb rb!: ewan ko.
rb rb rb!: =__
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: kala ko pangit eh
rb rb rb!: AMBER PACIFIC kasi pinapakinggan ko eh
rb rb rb!:
daryl: haha
daryl: k faaaayn
daryl: palitan ko.
daryl: nagiba na eh
daryl: *changes to STORY OF THE YEAR
rb rb rb!: eew
rb rb rb!: YOU listen to THAT?!
rb rb rb!:
daryl: haha!
rb rb rb!: epitaph na yan ah
rb rb rb!:
daryl: nga e.
rb rb rb!: ka tropa na nila ang the matches
rb rb rb!: at ang mcs
rb rb rb!: at ang farewell
daryl: eto.
rb rb rb!: at ang escape the fate
daryl: halifax?
daryl:
rb rb rb!: at ang sound of animals fighting
rb rb rb!: which song nila?
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: myy aaaaaaaaaaarms
rb rb rb!: are gettiiiiiing tired
rb rb rb!: from holding this relationship up... TEN FINGERS ISN'T QUITE ENOUGH
rb rb rb!: and your heaaart is gettiiiiing heavy your on my knees

pos un. mula sa opening crap na un, napunta kami sa...

daryl: naalala ko lang ung halifax
daryl: un ung una mong testi sa kin eh. lololololz
rb rb rb!: unang testi?
daryl: yaaaapers
rb rb rb!: anong kanta?
daryl: pos story of the year
daryl: pos puro text na
daryl:
daryl: *
daryl: panahon pa to ng langyang cultural presenattion
rb rb rb!: tae namimiis ko na yun
rb rb rb!: we were COMPLETE FAILURES back then.\
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: oh well.
rb rb rb!: dun tayo nagkakila-kilala
daryl: haha!
rb rb rb!: gawa ka naman post tungkol dun oh
daryl: u nga2
rb rb rb!: how it aaaall happened.
rb rb rb!:
rb rb rb!: naalala ko pa nu
rb rb rb!: *nun
daryl: nyek
rb rb rb!: sa paramore pa tayo nagkasundo
daryl: may tinatapos pa nga akong post eh.
daryl: ndi matapos tapos sa dami ng lumulusot na crapp
rb rb rb!: haha!
rb rb rb!: lumulusot na pala ngayon ang tae?
daryl: ay potek
daryl: kitams
daryl: gulo utak ko shet
daryl: *sumsulpot na crap dpat yan!

ganyan kami ka weirdoo.

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so it got me thinking. erm. let me rephrase. it got me walking down memory lane.

my junior cultural presentation experience was shitty. it demanded a lot of my time and a lot of burgers. not to mention brain cells.

so aun. the courier team were given the task of being script writers for a play. ung plan dun, ang mga 1st year na courier members ay magsusulat ng script sa panahon ng kastila, ang 2nd year sa panahon ng hapon, and ang 3rd and 4th years sa contemporary period. it was spearheaded by antonio, a director of some kind.

since i was a junior at the time, dun ako napunta sa contempo. nakilala ko sina ernie, carl, neulfred, rb, ced, cheese, dioquinow at iba pang kasama sa uber late na play practices. grabe nun. sa AVR kasi ginagawa ang mga meetings at mga practices. eh ang AVR ay sa 3rd floor pa ng lumang building. pos ang corridor nun ang rumored "white lady corridor", isang corridor na kung saan... well duh. may white lady, plus a headless friar.

due to the infinite wisdom of our beloved school, kapag oras ng umuwi (mga 6 pataas) sarado na ang mga ilaw papunta sa baba.

so kami namang team contempo, dahil sa hindi matapos tapos ang mga gawain, ay almost always late kung umalis. shit. so bale todo laughtrip at screamtrip kami. potek.

may one time na binuksan ni carl ang ilaw sa isang end ng 2nd floor corridor. pagkadating namin sa kabilang end, pinatay niya ang ilaw at bumaba na kami sa stairs. nung nasa 2nd step na ako, biglang bumukas ang ilaw at holy shet. murahan kaming lahat. kanya kanyang panic.

pos sakto pa ung corridor. dun sa end na binabaan namin(kung saan pinatay ni carl ang ilaw) ay may rebulto ni Mama Mary. i love Mama Mary. but you have to admit, it looks sort of scary at night, especially in the eyes of stressed out playwrights.

pos may time din na nag meeting kami sa labas ng AVR. as in labas talaga. upo sa semento. actually, hindi ko nga alam kung bakit eh. may upuan naman sa AVR at airconditioned. weird.

so aun. meeting sa labas mismo ng AVR. eh si cedric, absent nung time na un. may letter daw siya. pos sa letter na un, sa sobrang heart jerking, napaiyak kaming present. absent daw siya dahil sa foot niya. so napaiyak kami. nagnilay nilay sa kahulugan ng buhay. pramis. to the tune of amber pacific's here we stand.

aun. in the end, walang natapos ang team contempo at hindi sinama ang script namin kasi sobrang rejected na nun. so bale walang contemporary sa play nung cultural presentation. tae. sayang pagod namin.

but in the end.. i feel great. it's not like those standard cookie-cutter endings, wherein it almost always ends up with everybody's win. yeah. from a weird viewpoint, we may seem as losers and weirdos, but we are still our own losers and weirdos. we weren't simply there. we gave it what we had. we bonded to the death. we shared in other's problems.

and as the greatest prize, we had the glory of knowing each other. heck, tingnan mo naman, ka chat ko pa rin si robert ngaun, isa ring ka team contempo ko. it just shows that bonds made with extreme pressure lasts. and i'm talking figuratively AND literally.

Go Blast Yourself to Shits.

Mood: really pissed off. enough anger to strangle one with his own intestines, to stick a lamp post inside one's ass and to make one eat his feet.
Currently listening to: mary poppins, the sound of music. yeah, i know.

so i'm just really pissed off at somebody, and i can't figure which of us has been the recipient of a bad karma day. judging from the way i'm feeling and the way things are going, i'm betting i'm at karma's ass fucking again.

i was pretty fine just a few hours ago. i've finally found peace at mass; i even had the time to sit and watch the church's trees dance in the wind. i breathed deeply.

then i reached home. i was expecting things to turn out better, but lo and behold,
i have changed my ym status from

listening to...(name of current band addiction

to

badtrip. mamatay na ang tamaan.

drastic change.

gtg. i've still got three fucking tests to die for.

ay wait. let me repeat again.

mamatay na ang tamaan.

The Joker Deserves His Own Freaking Movie

Mood: beautifully pissed off.
Currently listening to: amsterdam, anberlin.

So i watched The Dark Knight last night, and majority of my reaction can be summarized in a sentence.

The Joker deserves his own movie.

grabe. i was half-expecting old batsy to succumb to joker at many parts in the cinema. a large part of me(specifically the logical side) kept on dismissing this; batsy always wins. but there was still this tiny part that kept on praising the joker's genius.

one of the most touching parts of the movie was when the joker implanted bombs in two different ships; one laden with innocent civilians, the other loaded with prisoners. the joker cuts of all communication, threatens to kill all who attempt to escape and as a final tease, gives the two ships bomb remotes. press the button, and the other ship becomes fish food. he gives them until midnight to decide. in the event that no one presses the button, he will blow both.

so aun. at first glance, the choice is obvious - save the innocents, kill the prisoners. the camera even pans the inside of the ship and one can see the civilian-laden one full with women, children and old people.

but when the camera pans the inside of the prisoners', one can't help but see them not as prisoners, but as people. you could almost guess, and at the same freaking time, be at a loss as to what they're gonna do. will they press the button as expected of a criminal? or will they opt to atone for their sins?

of course, you can't just say blow up the civilians. they're innocent little turds, who just happened to get stuck in a ship with a joker bomb.

in the end, both parties decide not to blow up the shit out of the other ship.(pun intended). they decide to be killed, instead of being the one doing the killing.

but of course the batman doesn't let the joker win. in the end, he even takes up all of two face's killings as his own, and he is now hunted by gotham city, the very people he had chosen to protect.

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The Colonel Rocks

Mood: Jeon Ji Hyun making me feel reaaallly happy. :)
Currently listening to: her kfc add's bg music. uh.. i know the title. i sweaar! :)) it's at the fudging tip of my tongue.

so i was surfing, and i chanced upon this vid of Jeon ji hyun(she's the star from the movie my sassy girl and windstruck. correct me if im wrong, though). and woooow. haha! if kfc had ads like this in the Philippines, i swear i would eat at KFC every week.

Thank God it's Friday.

Mood: happy. it's friday, duh.
Currently listening to: kate voegele, kindly unspoken.

Today was a day unlike any other.

yeah right.

it was just an ordinary day. probably the only things that are worth mentioning are 1)the fx-ical journey to school(yes, i have officially created the term for the journey; it's history is worthy of another post),and 2) the sizzling morning.

FX-ICAL JOURNEY TO SCHOOL

everybody knows i'm from paranaque. wait. scratch that. i hope a lot of people know that i'm from paranaque; it's a very convenient excuse whenever i'm late for class.

so, to get to uste on time, i have to wake up at 4am in the morning. i'm usually a night person; i do stuff like surfing, chatting(yes, i can now say that i chat regularly) and basically living out the ordinary life of a teen(which is pretty stressing, actually) at night. that means i don't have enough sleeping hours to get past the day. huhu.

as somewhat a consolation, my tropa(except for one, bonty) meets up every MWF at a 7-11 to go to school together. it works, you know. i have found sharing the journey with people is a lot more satisfying than traveling alone.

so this morning, we were talking about our old highshcool teachers and bands when the topic suddenly shifted to computer jargon and what not. and since only two of us are currently enrolled in the UST engineering, sila lang nag kaintindihan. so the two of us UST science dudes just sat there and.. wala lang. kapoof. good thing the computer jargon thingie only lasted for a short while; i swear i might have fallen asleep.

but the point is, we're all growing and moving along the paths we chose to take. it's evident in our blogs; all of my friends are moving along the branches of this freaking life. rb's in la salle. bonty's in feu. pronte's in ceu.

yeah, sure, aj, arvin, and ram's are all in ust, but we have different time tables and classes. we're effing miles away from each other, even at school.

yeah. you could say i'm missing my friends. a lot. i miss the times when people were just a seat, or at most, a newsroom away.

but i guess that's the way the cream-o crumbles. it just doesn't fall as two big pieces; it shatters.

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THE SIZZLING MORNING

i told you already that i'm a night person. i do stuff at night.

so it comes at no surprise when i arrived home at around 9pm, after an afternoon at quiapo and jologs.(i got dismissed at 4, btw.) after kicking off my shoes, i threw myself on the bed, promptly falling asleep, promising myself to wake up at around 12 to start the math 101 assignment (pg 39-40, nos 24-56; pgs 324-325, nos 1-36) asap.

the next thing i knew, it was already 3 am, just an hour to go before i need to start to prepare myself for school. (i generally get ready at around 4.)

what happened next was a flurry of emotion and action. i believed i have the nirvanic state, if there is such a state.

i was cursing mentally, doing those effing long division crap, multiplying polynomials by what not, screaming when i saw that my solution deviated from the book's. craaaap.

when i looked up from my desk, i saw my mom getting a can from the cupboard. great i thought. corned beef yon. yay, masarap kapag may itlog. plus, i need the protein. i buried myself in solutions again.

after an hour or so of hardcore writing, mom was already calling me for breakfast. have breakfast NOW or NEVER.

ladies and gentlemen, my mother. now you know where the "i-hate-mornings" genes come from.

so aun. i plopped myself on the dining table and looked up expectantly for corned beef. what she served however, was quite different. it was sisig.

ang HEAVY. i swear i can still feel my arteries constricting.

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if you noticed the unchronological arrangement, and are horribly and stupidly bothered by it, i ask for forgiveness; all the stress and sisig must have sizzled my brain.

Organized Chaos. Chaaaooos.

Mood: Peaceful.
Currently listening to:The Weepies, Happiness
For short, today was: better than yesterday.

aha. so i've been looking past at my old LJ days, and it hit me that i could utilize the blockquote formatting option to emulate the LJ. lmao.

a lot happened today. today's the PFGA, or the Psych Freshmen General Assembly at the Albertus Magnus auditorium. just another assembly. the highlight of it is the explanation of the three major psych fields.

today, i also learned how nice people can be. special mentions are Jhanna, Shan, Cam, Jhecka, and a whole lot others. rakenror. if any of you guys are reading this, hellow.

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i guess i'm feeling alright. in terms of physical health, my cough still won't go away and i doubt it will go away soon. cough, cough, cough. kulang na lang mag dugo akoooooo. nooo.

in terms of my mental health, everything is peaceful as of the moment. well, not exactly peaceful per se, but at least everything has sort of calmed down. thank God.

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i've been reading through all of my previous blog posts, and i can't help but suppress a laugh; everything is so disorganized. ilurvetheorganizedchaos

but i suppose the chaos has got to end sometime.

sometime.

I'm Off

"so i'm listening to Rainer Maria, Catastrophe. "

I'm feeling melancholic again. Great. I believe in the idea that if you start your week right, you'll also end it right. Since i desperately want to end things with this week right, you can just imagine how fantastic i feel right now.

i refuse to believe that this situation doesn't have a bright side. God must have a reason for this.

the question is exactly that. i wonder what His reason is?

Reflection?
Punishment?
Realization?

I don't know. I'm not sure He wants me to find out. I'm not sure if I want to find it out either.

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Maybe I'm going crazy.

That's always a convenient excuse. it's perfectly applicable for various situations. my only problem is that it's getting real old.

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I guess i'm off. i still have to write my infopsych application. y'see, ate nissy, the literary head, allowed me to take home the application questions because i came late. she's real nice, y'know. i'd hate to disappoint her.

oh great. see question no 2.

2) write an essay with EMO as your topic.

i'm off.

It's a Choice.

so i'm listening to MCS, My Favorite Accident.

This morning, i found myself looking back on the period before our zoolab., which happened here. Bren, a cool guy from Rogationist, answered the question with the answer "single by choice." it then became the politically correct term that afternoon for single guys.

It sounds sad, yes. but in a way, it's pretty heroic. i dunno; in my case, i firmly believe in the notion that i will meet the one amidst chorus of angels and beautiful music.

naw. i'm exaggerating. i just believe that when i do meet the one,, i will know it. i don't know exactly how or when, heck, i don't even know her face yet. but i will find her. for sure.

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so i've made a few adjustments to this blog,(the right menus, the block quote and the post-a-comment. as always, criticism is welcome) and my multiply site. iba na talaga pag bored.

posting later, i guess.

It Just Got Colder

I'm too tired to elaborate on the day's events. Let's just say that today, i have learned the importance of thinking about what you say. and oh - sometimes, people hurt you in the most intentional ways, unintentionally. get it?

i guess it's also a lesson to you too; i refuse to believe i'm the only one with the need to learn it. just be happy you've read it here, rather than experiencing it in real life.

i'm tired, physically and emotionally. no, i'm not going crazy. things are just getting too much out of hand. self esteem is at an all time low; even i can't believe what i think at times. it's scary. i don't know if i'll be fine.

no i'm not going crazy. nope, not yet.

Guessing

Apparently, Fate has a thing with super contradicting experiences; if yesterday was crap, today was considerably a lot better.

Every TTH, we only have three subjects - Fil101, Socio-Anthro and Zoolab. so my bag was a lot lighter; i could almost feel my bag saying thanks.

so aun. Fil101. i was pretty late because i had to photocopy the Fil101 assignment on wika. it was funny. i set my bag on my chair, talked a bit to my seatmates and learned that we DO have an assignment. good thing Abet is the kind of person that saves lives - she lent me hers.

so i darted out of the classroom and made a quick dash to the xerox machine. thankfully, there was a xerox machine right at the entrance of the stairs, and the classroom was only a few metres away. pero graaaabe. not only was there a line, ang daming pang pina photocopy nung babaeng nasa harap ko. shemai.

just then, nico and the others appeared at my side, holding another copy of the assignment.

Nico mas kumpleto to. andito ung unang lecture oh.. ung teoryang yo he ho, teoryang bow wow...

so natuwa naman ako.

Daryl tara, game. ilang pages ba yan?

then Shan came. full nickname nya ay Roshan. asteeg.

Shan may assignment na ba kayo?
Kami eto. pinapephotocopy pa lang. may 8 pesos ka ba?
Shan wait lang, check ko... wala.
Daryl :))

so aun. after a minute of waiting, we finally got our photocopied assignments. so tuwa naman kami. pero after seeing that we were late for fil101, we dashed back to the room, holding our photocopied fil101 assignments.

and lo and behold! there was the guidance counselor, doing an unannounced orientation. ang saya naman. so parang bale wala din ung pag mamadali namin. haay.

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eto pa. zoolab. our zoolab laboratory, cal3, was located at the botanical garden. the botanical garden is a great place to hang out since it's pretty near the zoology laboratory. plus there are closely placed stone benches, convenient for story telling.

it was in this setting that a lot of stories began.

...o game, nag ka bf/gf na ba kayo? yes or no lang ang sagot!

it was effing hilarious. todo laughtrip. may love triangle nga daw kay Mr X, kay Ms Y at kay Ms Z. (names hidden for the cooool effect. lol!) so kami naman, todo asar tsaka tawa sa kanilang dalawa. lol.

kaso ung tanong umiikot eh. dumapo din sa akin. rofl.

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and then may part two pa un. shetness.

... sino sa klase ang nagagandahan/nagwagwapuhan kayo?

tawanan pa ulit. bumalik ung issue tungkol kay Mr X at kay Ms Y.

kaso aun nga. umikot ung tanong. natanong din ako. so ako naman, hanap na ko ng safe answer.

...o si Daryl pa! sino sa klase ang nagagandahan ka? P5 lang dapat ah!..

Daryl ay shet. isa lang ba? lahat kayo eh. haha! paano ba yan?

..hinde, hinde! bawal!..

Daryl sheeet.

good thing Jessica pointed at Paulo and I when it was her turn. So aun. I chose her too. haha :)) and oh - just to clarify suspicion, she has a boyfriend.

but honestly, all of the dudes at my block rocks. i dunno. it's as if lahat ay MU.

lol. LOOOOOL.

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on another side of things, today's arvin's birthday, and we went to rob manila to celebrate. sad thing though, only three of us could make it. all the others went home already. so aun, kami nina arvin at ni drazen ay nagliwaliw dun. sheppai.

we ate at wham! and had repeated iced tea refills. abuso ba. ako lang ung naka bottomless. pos sila naman, one cup lang. so ako ang plaging nag paparefill. sheeeeet. nakakahiya mehn.

after eating, drazen noticed that his pe bag(containing his pe uniform + rubber shoes) had gone missing. so aun. amidst laughing our heads off, we backtracked our path, from the powerbooks down to the store selling jap antiques.

nothing.

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can't wait till tomorrow. urbandub and rivermaya(erm. i think) are coming over to ust. asteeeg. may concert thingie dun eh. hwoooh. haha xP

The Crap That Was Today

So today felt like crap became a person and attacked me at every second. No, i'm not being poetic nor am i exaggerating; today crap.

the fx ride home. As i was waiting for the jeep to take me to the post office/fx station, i became aware of the girl wearing the UST fitness(yes. it's a pe.) uniform.

then, as the jeep neared the post office/fx station, we both got off and joined the queue that was already ballooning. at that point, my gut bells were ringing. as in ring, ring, ring. y'know, the kind of gut feeling that somehow whispers "go on, go on. talk to her. it's all right; she noticed you too."
so we waited in line, for what seemed like forever. and in that forever, i could have sworn there was... i dunno. it's hard to explain. sheesh.

so we got in the same fx, with me at the middle seats and her at the seats at the back.

the rest of the journey was passed in silence.

when we were nearing our destinations, the guy opposite her talked to her. for the next thirty minutes or so, they were engaged in lively conversation, even if they first met a few minutes ago.

then it hit me. it could have been me having that lively conversation,even if we first met a few minutes ago. it could have been me.

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today was also our recollection. i spent a lot of time talking to jessica. she's sort of into this henna design thing, and she drew a star on my left hand. shame it wasn't finished though; the program started before she had the chance to complete the design. good thing she promised to make me a new one tomorrow.

so anyway, we talked about a lot of things. and on one of those topics, i remembered a blog entry two posts back(i think). it's about how nice guys never win. you know, the kind that never becomes more than just friends. yeah, being slow is a factor. but i believe in... naaaah. haha :)) bahala na.

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so i guess this ends my post. i'm too tired to do much writing anyway.

This Is How You Get a Headache

Today was tiring. Very tiring. Not a lot of stuff happened either; just the usual everyday (note the redundancy in terms of usage) things. There IS one thing worth mentioning however. But since it goes against a sort of unspoken rule of blogging, i'd better not post it here.

Just one thing.

The sky could fall anytime, carrying with it everything you've placed upon it. When that time comes, i hope i'm still stupid enough to keep faith in something unreal. I'll catch you, yeah. But someone else will do the saving. I dunno why. Maybe it's just how life flows. Sometimes people... naah. forget it. scratch that.

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Sigh. Thanks. I'm now feeling melancholic. Damntastic.

Hey, you gotta listen to Half Light by Athlete by the way. It's so cooool!

Gotta go. I've got a culture to define.

Blackbird

Today, i found myself waking up at around 530 am. Y'see, today marked my CSJ application. It's the official publication of the college of science. So at around 630 am, i packed my stuff and waltzed out of the house.

The test was freaky. I almost dropped my jaw back then. The test was 10 questions, all essay types. I forgot(well, more like i didn't know how to) make a limerick, which was question no 1. Argh. oh well. all's well that ends well. And then there was the interview, which i think went pretty well. Near the end of the interview, they gave me a minute to make them remember me. Sort of like a talent portion. I half expected them to ask me what i wish for the world.

So i ended up singing Blackbird by The Beatles.

The chorus anyway.

Who would've known? They were requesting the applicants before me for songs from The Beatles. Asteeeeeeg. Haha. Hope I made a good impression.

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Today we also finished our report on genpsych, after much ado. It was much fun, really. Minus the headaches, it was pretty cool. :)

A Tribute to the Good Guys

My friend, Ram Ona, once showed me something as the tropa was meeting up to go to school. Since it's a pretty piece of thing, i decided to post it in it's entirety here.

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This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.


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http://vesna4all.nomadlife.org/2005/06/tribute-to-good-guys.html

All I Have To Say

i think i'm sick. Sick in the sense that the very will to do something escapes me. It's back - the feeling of being lost, with the map just right in your pocket. It's like being in a dead zone; you're just there. It's worse than the twilight zone.

I guess that's all i have to say right now.

Sleeping Early.

Since i'm currently at a loss as to what to do now, i'll guess i'll just sleep early for now.

then again, whenever i sleep early, i always oversleep. wth. this sucks.