Enjoying the pain...

The Da Vinci Code

2006-05-22T17:35:00.000+08:00

To whom this may concern,

I, Movie Buff, a christian, have watched the Da Vinci Code in Ayala Cinema 2 on its opening day last May 18 at exactly 12:30 PM. I have yet to be struck by lightning and my faith is surprisingly intact.

I write this letter to assure your wary soul that I will not by any means succumb to self-flagelation. Whipping myself to death is just not my thing - since I am not masochistic by nature. Nor will you see me running around with a cilice strapped to my thigh, since it'll be awful to walk with.

I have yet to understand what the big fuss was about over the move "The Da Vinci Code". Perhaps my cerebral cortex does not understand your age-old wisdom of the so called "good" and "Bad" but, I for one, have seen nothing bad in the movie. (Call me a sinner when I say that Silas had a nice ass or that Tom Hanks did look good topless.)

The movie "The Da Vinci Code" was just a movie. Certainly you do not need me to spell it out for you. But alas, since I am an able student of Communication, it is my civic duty to give you a quick lesson regarding movies. Movies primary purpose in the world is to entertain (and gross big time) and not to brainwash. Based on my knowledge, Ron Howard is not an evil scientist nor a mind controller, I assure you that the movie does not brainwash people.

Plus, whom this may concern, the movie was based on a book. You should know that movies that are based on books are usually big flops. Well, honey, TDVC wasn't really mind blowing. The book was by far, much better. So, if you want to start a fight, you should start it with National Bookstore and have them stop selling the book rather than deprive poor, old SM with their movies.

Sheesh. I really don't know what the big fuss is about.

Sincerely yours,

A confused movie buff.

Point of no return

2006-04-22T10:43:00.000+08:00

For the past few days, I've been walking down jones avenue with an aimless look plastered on my face. My dad's in the hospital, after slipping in the bathroom and breaking his right hip.

I never felt so numb in my entire life.

Before any of you jump to hasty conclusions of me being a rotten daughter, let me just enlighten you of my recent discoveries regarding my father. Perhaps, by the end of this post, you'd join my sentiments and just wish to shove the dextrose bottle up his arse.

My dad's leading a double life.

For the benefit who are just plain dense: My dad has 'another family'.

In simple terms: My dad's been screwing around.

Do you want me to get crude? Because I can and I will - I know some pretty colorful words and I'm not afraid to use them.

I found out about a month ago, that he has actually been seeing another woman for perhaps over a year. I always had this inkling that 'something' was going on beforehand, but I guess I tried my best not to believe of what was constantly rubbed into my face.

So when it was said in my face, I just lost it.

Let's just say, we no longer own any cheap drinking glasses.

I trusted my father. I believed in him 100% for every excuse that he gave me. I thought my mother was overreacting and being paranoid. I backed my father up for every fight they had.

Boy was I stupid. Hah.

Finally I understood why my mother and I were leading such a crappy life. He was spending all his money on his new wife AND her three children.

At one point, as I have learned from my cousin, he threatened to leave my mother and I high and dry. He would leave us and would not support me in my studies. Man, can you just feel the love?

Now, the urge of just pushing my poor, defenseless, vulnerable father off his hospital bed is just oh so tempting. Perhaps, I might even strangle him with his own bandages.

My mother is at his bedside, up to this very moment. My cousin as well. And he still treats them like dirt. I don't understand why he can't be the least bit grateful for all that they have done for him.

Stupid little bastard.

My respect for my mother grew. Despite of what my father has done to her and to me, she still is at his side. Now that's love (but my ass of a father, does not realize that, naturally.)

I on the other hand, have done nothing for him. I only visit because I want to see my mother and give her support. Perhaps the only little errand I did was look for the blood he needed for his operation, and I only did that because my cousin needed help looking.

I could've easily given up my blood for my father. But I didn't.

Nor will I ever.

I've lost all respect towards my father. My trust in him went kaput. Every word that now comes out of his mouth are potential lies.

Walking down jones avenue gives me comfort. I walk oftentimes, aimless down the busy street and cross the potentially deadly streets more than once. Walking now clears my mind as exhaust fumes steadily clog my respiratory system, probably subtracting years from my already diminishing life.

I've learned to accept it all.

There really isn't much I can do anymore. There are no more glasses to break and tears to shed.

I'm just spent.

Now for something to drink. Beer, anyone?

Coffee Chronicles: Jolli-Coffee

2006-04-21T23:59:00.000+08:00

I have never been picky as to where I have coffee. May it be at Starbucks or at some unnamed roadside store. As long as I can get mine caffeine fix, then everything is just hunky-dory. Yet, the idea of having coffee at 7 AM in Jollibee never appealed to me.

Jollibee was just to 'jolly' for me at 7 AM.

Yet, he insisted. So, there I was, amidst a grinning overgrown red honeybee and huge edifices of food, sipping my morning coffee. He grinned at me, the waiters grinned, the stupid bug grinned and even the guard grinned. I sighed.

It should be illegal to be so happy that early in the morning.

"It's to bright here," I said to him, after taking a tentative sip of my coffee. 'Jolly-coffee,' I though darkly. I surveyed the brightly colored walls of red and yellow. Just too bright.

"What are you? A vampire?" he asked me, while stabbing a piece of his pancake. "Cheer up,"

"It's 7 AM," I said, my voice rather low and throaty. I just woke up, so nobody can really blame me. "And maybe, I just am a vampire."

"You look like one," he added his own two cents.

"Thank you," I replied, rather sarcastically. The urge of dumping my coffee on him was rather tempting, yet, it would be a waste of jolly-coffee. We don't want that to happen.

He poked me with his fork. "You should eat,"

I swatted his fork away - it was sticky with maple syrup. "I'll eat something later," I said. "I'm not having anything with the word 'jolly' in it. It's too early in the morning to be jolly,"

"Man, you're just one big ray of sunshine aren't you?" he took a huge gulp of coffee.

I stared at him blankly. "At this time? Yes."

Jollibee was getting crowded already. I could hear the guard greeting the customers ('Good morning ma'am, sir. Welcome to Jollibee.') Little kids were already running around. Blasted little insects.

"Had I known you'd be this grumpy I wouldn't have called you,"

"You called at 4 AM. Idiot," I drank the last of my coffee. I needed more. I felt my annoyance rising.

He looked at my empty cup and shifted anxiously. "You want another cup?"

I thought it over for a moment. In the background a baby started to wail. Those pesky little insects continued to run up and down our aisle. One finally one bumped into my chair. I glared. "No,"

"Remind me to only drink coffee with you at night," he said as we left the establishment. He looked rather defeated.

I glared at the stupid red bug.

I hate Jollibee in the morning.

New Look

2006-04-15T21:40:00.000+08:00

As you can see, my blog has a new look. =)

We are all drunk, some more than others.

"INTOXICATED...Life is a martini."

Oh yeah, right now I'm sober. ;o) Haha. So how about a martini? Shaken, not stirred.

The Coffee Chronicles: Unlucky

2006-04-07T18:08:00.000+08:00

"Malas kaayo ka pag-High School," ("You were so unlucky back in High School,")

That's what my old High School friend told me as we drank coffee at one unnamed roadside store in Lilo-an. To say that I choked on my coffee would have been an understatement.

"Ngano man?" ("Why?") I just had to ask.

He grinned. "Ever since you've started to study at San Roque, wa gyud ka-daug ang imong mga Teams ug 'Overall Champion'," ("Ever since you've started to study at San Roque, none of the teams you joined ever won 'Overall Champion'.")

I tried to think back to my not so fabulous life as a High School student (As if my college life is fabulous. Psh). True, all the teams that I've joined never won 'Overall Champion'. Not one. And that's 7 teams all in all. How Unlucky.

Come to think of it, all of my classmates experienced being part of the winning team at least once. That certainly made me wonder.

I asked him why he thought so. He answered that it was the doing of some cosmic power (Obviously, he's not the religious type). I was "fated" unlucky when it came to team sports. (He sprinkled a bit of sugar on me at that point.)

Great.

As I think about it more, All the teams that I've joined also never won the "Best In Cheer dance" category. I admit, I'm no star dancer - but I did my part of running and screaming (out of step and off key, at times).

Could it be, that my left footedness caused the downfall of 14 teams (yes, 14 goddamn teams!) in attaining the title of "Best in Cheer dance"?

Or perhaps, my inability of correctly volleying, kicking or hitting a ball, crushed the dreams of 7 teams of being called "Over All Champion"?

My Cerebral Cortex does agree that it has yet to fully develop my athletic abilities in team sports and in dancing. Apparently in that aspect, my brain is underdeveloped.

After that enlightening discussion, I brushed off the sugar of my shoulder and we called it a night. My friend assured me that my unlucky streak was only limited to Team sports, the Intramurals and dancing. I agreed.

He promised he'd give me a rabbit's foot if ever I'd join a dance sport. I laughed but agreed.

So for seven years I have unknowingly caused the downfall of every team. My mere presence has squashed every Captain's dreams of becoming 'Overall Champion' and I have successfully disappointed every Head Cheerleader out there. Every jock must hate me now. All 14 teams must see me as a jinx. All my classmates have tasted victory. And I...I...

Ah, screw it.

I could only care less.

At least now I've found my true calling in life: Being a 'Silent Team Killer' (who does her part as a water girl.) (Mom will be so proud!)

'til the next cup of coffee.

Just thinking...

2006-04-03T14:10:00.000+08:00

This is the nth time since I blew off this blog.

It's really been a while, hasn't it?

To think, I actually promised to keep this thing updated. Right.

I often wonder if people are actually reading this blog. (Are you?) But then again, I write for my own enjoyment and don't need to bother with readership at this point --- after all, this thing is no novel (or will it ever be.)

Speaking of novels, I have a plot bunny bouncing around in my head for a while now. I'll see what I can do. It may become a short story or a chaptered story - who knows. I'll start writing the outline and the basic plot soon (when I feel like it)and we'll see where that goes.

To whoever reading this, I'll keep you posted.

Summer school will start tomorrow. And no, I am not an idiot who needs supplementary lessons over summer (this is just to get your stupid ideas out of your stupid head). This is just another semester in College - one whole semester equivalent to approximately 5 months all compressed into ONE MONTH. Talk about cramming. ;)

Classes I'm taking:

1. Business Writing
2. Cebuano Speaking and Writing
3. Developmental Theater

Oh yeah. Before I forget, these past weeks have been hell. Reason: My father. I'll explain more of it soon, in my future entries.

Just one thing in relation with the topic of my father: I will never trust anybody again. Thank you DAD.

THAT time of month

2006-01-02T18:07:00.000+08:00

I believe every woman out there would heartily that THAT time of month is the most tedious and most annoying period ever - no pun intended.

I openly understand that as women, we have to undergo the "monthly cleansing of our cervixes" - just to put it lightly. But I'd rather hang myself updside down off a building by my feet than to undergo such bloody hell - again, no pun intended.

I know that if we don't go through that every month, we either die due to internal infection or we're pregnant. I'd rather go with death due to internal infection than have a spawn growing inside of me right now.

But seriously, do we have to go through 'it' every damn month? Isn't there something easier to than discharging gallons of the proverbial "dirt" all the time? I for one, have become sick and tired of purchasing sanitary napkins and beer all the time - beer supposedly does not only make you drunk, but it also helps you in your menstruation.

Wait a minute. If beer helps women in their menstrual cycle, how does that then affect men? It is in fact proven, that high intake of beer actually increases the estrogen level of the consumer. It therefore only means that men would actually add estrogen to their hormonal count. Micheal Jackson really should read this - I'm sure it'll save him a lot of money if ever he decides to finally undergo a sex change.

It's unfair, if you think about it. We have boobs and menstruate every month. Guys have dicks and they are circumcised - and they undergo that only once. I'd give anything to have a man menstruate. At least, he'll share the burden. After all, that's what society's been talking about right? "Sharing the burdens in a relationship"? Am I right?

My professor keeps talking about how we should be proud of being a woman. Yeah. I'm proud - I'm just not proud when my lower regions hurt and I'm PMSing. Then I'm not proud but then I'm a downright bitch biting people's head off - wait, that's what I've been doing most of the time.

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2006

2006-01-01T00:43:00.000+08:00

Okay, more than 20 minutes have passed already and it's now officially 2006. So, Happy New Year dear readers.

Another year has passed and generally I am not happy as to how 2005 has turned out for me. Academically, yeah, I'm doing great. I have yet to flunk a subject, which is generally a good sign. In terms of work, well, I did some odd jobs here and there and I do freelance writing (Anyone who needs a freelance writer, I'm your girl.) so I guess it's ok to say I got some good experience behind me. Not much, but at least I've got something.

Work all around me has been keeping me busy. I'm looking forward to the Sinulog Festival in the coming days, since I would be helping out. I'm currently editing and assissting with the OFFICIAL SINULOG 2006 WEBSITE. It's good fun, since we will be covering a lot of events during the more-than-a-week long celebration of the Sinulog. Of course, I'm inviting everybody to come - maybe we can meet up. =)

My family has been giving me problems lately. Who am I kidding? My family has been giving me problems everyday. 2005 was a bad year for my parents and I. Thins have been going down the drain for a long time, and during Christmas, everything hit rock bottom.

I wont whine about how miserable my life is because of my parents. Because that'll make me look like a Teenage Drama Queen, which I am not, was or will be (I dislike T.D.Q.s in general, pre-mature/immature bitching is just so degrading.) Yes, my life is miserable but you don't see me complaining. Yeah, I'll have a good cry once in a while but that's it. I don't take it out into the world nor do I let it affect what I am doing and certainly I wont let it affect others.

I will openly admit that I had a miserable year and the Beth that most people see on the street was not the real me, but it's the only thing I know how to do. Over the years, I've learned to mask what I have been feeling and not let others see. It was the least I could do, in order not to affect anybody else but me. But you know, over time, I've come to terms with my life and there is no use in wallowing in self-pity.

While typing this entry, I am sipping on a nice cold can of beer and munching away on junk food, I've realized that 2005 was actually really productive. With all the hardships and battles that I have endured over the past 12 months, I have learned one thing:

Live life as it comes.

I accept what life has to offer me. May it be the good or the bad. I know distinctly remember that I have never once complained over the quality of my life. I have come to accept everything. My insecurites, my problems, my everything (to lazy to actually enumerate everything.)

Life is life, and there is nothing you can do about it. Just accept what is happening and try to learn from it. Don't sit around whining for days about how 'evil' this person is or how you were blown off by this guy...it happens, DEAL WITH IT! (In other words: grow up.)

I've become very philosophical over the year, haven't I? Well, I finally grew up and I've finally opened my eyes. I hope others will too, if not now, then soon.

2005 had the good and it had the bad. I liked both. I learned from both sides, and I must say, I learned more from the bad than from the good. After all, the bad is not the norm - it is from the unusual you learn something new. =)

As I look back, 2005 WAS actually good. I learned something. And that's what counts. It may have been bad, but it wasn't always. So it's OK. =)

As for my most memorable experiences during the year 2005?
- Cyst Operation
- Summer Outing
- Work (Call me crazy, but what the hell.)

By now, the fireworks have stopped. It's already past 2 AM. I'm still drinking beer. Is it now too late to drink beer or too early? You tell me.

Happy New Year!

2005-12-31T23:40:00.000+08:00

It's 20 minutes before New Year's and people left and right are already blowing up their homes. (Well, not really. I wish they'd actually do so.) Don't people have any sense of timing? You spend over 500 Pesos on potentially (why am I saying potentially?!) dangerous explosives and you just blow 'em up 20 minutes before the actual new year. What a waste of money.

If you want to ring in the New Year, then do it on time.

Idiots.

Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love: A Concert

2005-11-26T16:47:00.000+08:00

Picture this: Christmas without gifts. Do you see anything wrong with the picture? To most of us, we don't see the gifts - which may therefore be problematic. What will we give to our parents? Friends? Classmates? (Selfishly, adding, "What will I get?"). Nothing.

Over the years, we have been feeding the commercial market during Christmas. Sucking our bank accounts dry and paying thousands in retail for the most anticipated day of the year. In the end, Christmas has become so commercialized that we only see Santa Clause and no longer Jesus Christ.

Have we forgotten that Christmas was the birth of our savior and not the birth of Gucci glasses and Louis Vuitton handbags? Have most Christians seen the greater need of patronizing the retail industry rather than Jesus Christ himself?

With December just around the corner - perhaps retail tycoons looming right next to it - St. Theresa's College (STC) reawakens the traditional Christmas spirit through a pre-Christmas musical presentation : "Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love."

Filled with songs and dances, "Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love" draws the audience into the world of Christmas that we have conveniently forgotten over the desires of modern day society. Commentaries and passages will set the scene and make us remember the Christmas that once was and urge us to bring home their messages of love and Christmas.

"Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love" involves the entire STC Community, proudly uniting the three departments - Elementary, High School and College - in a production for the very first time. Three departments presenting a powerful presentation of song, dance, worship and praise. All for our Lord. And more importantly, to awaken us from our commercial lives.

Once again, STC has called upon Fr. Rudy Villanueva and his ingenuity to take this spectacular event filled with wonderment and love under his wing as director. Having composed and arranged several of the songs in the concert, he brings forth the message of touching the traditional Christmas and bringing it with us.

"Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love" is scheduled to take stage on December 9, 10 and 11; with matinee and gala shows at the STC Auditorium. Ticket prices are pegged at P300, P500, P1000 and P1500.

For information, please call Ms. Sherryl M. Abellanosa at 253-6337.

BACK!

2005-10-19T17:55:00.000+08:00

*shoves 5 meter deep dust off blog*

I'm alive!

I would like to apologize for that unanounced hiatus, as it was, well, - unanounced. =) (that's the whole point of it, ne?)

I think cobwebs and dustbunnies have ruled this blog long enough, don't all of you agree? It's such a shame that I haven't been using this wonderful piece of technology in such a long time.

I've been busy with the school paper actually. Having been elected into the positon of Editor-in-chief is not an easy task. =) But all the while, worth keeping. =) I've been busy with editing and writing articles, layouting and getting this piece of crap released. (I'm no fan of our school paper, as it is just another cheap advertising outlet for our not-so-wonderful school. Plus, we now only release twice a year with all three deparments packed into ONE paper, given only ONE SPREAD! Talk about freedom of expression...) We released just last week, on the last day of finals...I highly doubt anybody read the paper...what a waste of effort...sheeshh...ungrateful brats.

I've lost my phone recently. So people, if you are trying to contact me, no such luck. Hahaha. You can now call and text me at this number: 0920-4332162 (Like I care if I put up my number on the net...)

Oh yeah. I've been busy with this job I got. =) I'm finally getting paid! Nyahahaha! I'm working as a writer/researcher right now for a friend. =) Last time, we did a video presentation of Tanjay City in Negros. I'll try to post the video when I get my hands on the CD. =) I think next week we'll be leaving for Camotes and will do another video presentation and then we'll do one for Mandaue City as well. =)

Right now, I've enrolled myself into driving shool. I'm convinced that all the driving know-how I know is highy insufficient and my dad hardly has anytime to teach me. My first class is on Friday at 1 PM - wish me luck! =)

C-chan, I'm sorry that you haven't heard from me in such a long time. =( I've been busy. O.o Things just keep on piling up. O.o Anyway, I'm fine - I think. (When am I ever fine? That is the question...) Don't worry...I'll sort things out... =)

PS: I fell in love with the movie "PROZAC NATION", this movie is great! Being a victim of depression, I can relate to this movie... =) I recommend you all watch it... =)

Check out my MULTIPLY page, where my pictures and my journal are: www.capturedlife.multiply.com

It's over...finally!

2005-07-14T10:40:00.000+08:00

Just came back from my surgeon's clinic. I got the stitches removed...

My Doctor visiting days are over....for now... ;)

I thought that getting the stitches removed would be painful, considering that my Doberman "Jackie" howled in pain as we removed the stitches from his air (of all the things I compare myself to, it's a dog! Hehehe), but actually it wasn't really that painful at all... hehehe

It still hurts though.

Still need to take Biogestic once in a while, considering I do get a bit woozy, light-headed and a headache daily.... :D

Des went with me of course...I feel unbelievably touched that she came with me. (It's amazing, she was with me every step of the way. She was the first to know about my cyst problem and now at the end of this wonderful (WONDERFUL?!) journey of cysts and infections, it all has come to an end.... :D Love you Des...thank you for being with me.... :D

You know, I'm beginning to miss Dr. Hermosisima. He's such a wonderful surgeon...super friendly...He really made me feel at ease...Wish I could make it up to him...wait, I paid him thousands of pesos...so that's a good compensation... :P (He's a great doctor, so everything that I paid for was alright...)

I got preliminary tests today. Qutie exhausting...I hate English 7 (Speech), totally sucks... Who say's "Snatcher" nowadays with an awfully accented 'a'?

Special shout out to my close friend Balma...it's her 18th birthday today. We surprised her with a chocolate cake. :D Love you Bal...Thanks for being my English Buddy..."You may be everything...and you're still everything to me..." (Quotable quote, hahahaha)

Cebu People: Check out my article with Director Peque Gallaga (Pinoy/Blonde) coming out this Saturday in Sun.Star's Weekend magazine... :D Don't worry people outside Cebu, will post the article after sunday... ;)

Injected, Cut, and stitched --- the Theresian Way...

2005-07-09T14:37:00.000+08:00

So, I'm fresh out of the Operating Room.

Heh.

I'm still abit drowsy because of the anesthesia and the pain reliever the doc gave me. O.o I nearly puked on the way home...

As you may know, today I had a infected follice removed from my right breast. It was important that it should be removed, for the very fact that it was a cyst and could probably become one again.

Arrived at the Hospital past 10 AM, and surprisingly, I didn't feel nervous at all. (I Felt more nervous interviewing Peque Gallaga yesterder. THE Peque Gallaga. That's a whole other story. *Grins*)

Both my cousins were there, along with my Mum. Dad wasn't around. (Frankly, I was pissed off that he wasn't there. He promised he would, but he wasn't. For one stinking moment, I wished that the boat he was working on would sink.) I was more than delighted that Des was there too! I felt much better knowing Des was there...Love her so much... *glomps Des*

As I walked down the busy hallway of the Hospital with my cousin, Joyce (who BTW, is my favorite cousin of them all! And a midwife, so she obviously has some medical know-how) I slowly began to realize that this was it! I'm getting my operation for the very first time...:P Well, in the Philippines that is... (I got admitted in Germany countless times already, all due to severe asthma attacks)

Changing into the green hospital garb felt slightly surreal. Who would have thought, that I would end up getting a minor operation? Months ago, I wouldn't have dreamt of it. But then again, months ago, I thought I had breast cancer. Heh.

Anyway, as I looked at myself in the mirror, clad in the green hospital garb and green hospital cap, I finally concluded I looked totally funny. It was a horrible fashion statement... :P

The operation went well. I must say. I envisioned blood, painful injections and excruciating pain....but I felt nothing. I was totally high on Anesthesia. Hah!

My Surgeon, Dr. Hermosisima and the nurse, Nurse Nina were really great. (I adore Dr. Hermosisima, he's a great guy. He makes me feel at ease, and he seems like a really nice guy.)

Turns out, both of them are Theresians.

Yes, before, STC had male students up to the late 60s, I believe.

So, we talked through the operation. About Pres. GMA, about school, about Mass Comm.

The Doctor joked around about his age, deliberately changing the years when he studied at STC so that Nurse Nina and I wouldn't find out his age. :P I still don't know though....

It felt a bit weird, getting something cut out of you. Though I didn't feel any pain, (people said that being injected Anesthesia would hurt, but it didn't) I did slightly feel being stitched up. It felt funny.

I felt drowsy as I sat up on the operating table. The Doc showed me the follice (which was about the size of a 25 centavo coin, not really big.) and sliced it open. (I'm not squeamish, so it was no big deal.) I was actually facinated.

Quite frankly, I have deep respect to the people of the medical world. (I dream of helping people and I actually wish to work in the medical field. But, I drive for journalism is much more stronger.)

The medical world is a noble field people!

Anyway, the operation lasted about 45 minutes. The Doc and the Nurse talked me through it all and I didn't even feel one tiny bit of pain. Just a lot of uncomfort. :P

The Doc gave me two heavy pain killers. So right now, I'm pretty much drugged up. :P

I feel much better now actually. I recived so many text messages from everybody in my Com2 class that I ended up crying my eyes out. I never expected that they'd care so much about me.

Thank you everybody who sent my a text message. I love you all so much. Waaah! It means a lot to me. It's so overwhelming....Thank you.... *sniff*

C-chan, thank you for your support! I love you dearly. Thank you so much...for everything. *hugs*

Des, my friend, my precious friend, Thank you for your support. Thank you for being there for me. I feel blessed to have you in my life...

Makahilak nasad ko! Laina ninyo oi! Last nalang dyud mo ha! Hehehe!

At last, it's over. Thank you Lord. I love you.

This is it!

2005-07-04T22:44:00.000+08:00

Let's cut the chase....

I'm getting Operated.

Hah! Wonderful... :P

I'm getting a follicle removed from my right breast in order to avoid any spread of infection. At first the darned thing was a cyst, though luckily, in a bizarre cosmic way, the cyst reduced and now has become a stupid infection.

Yey.

With this said, I'm getting operated this Saturday at Cebu Doctors' Hospital at 10 AM.

Wish me luck people...

To break the Silence...

2005-06-19T00:59:00.000+08:00

I have come back after over a month of silence. I feel guilty of not posting anything for over a month and perhaps, having others worry about me. Therefore, I apologize for doing so. As a writer, it is quite irresponsible...

My Party on the 14th of May was a success. People came. People ate. People drank. People partied.

I'll post pictues in another post, as I feel too lazy to look through all the files and create hyperlinks.

Putting that aside, I shall go into more current issues.

School's back. I missed studying, so one might have thought I would be overly happy as school rolled by last June 14. But I was surprised that I felt nothing towards school. It is nice to see everybody again, however, that's just about it.

Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that I'm now a Communication student with a nice, solid major (Media Communications), but I fee like something is missing. I've been in school for 5 days now, and I already feel like I'm just "floating" around. Most of the minor subjects bore me or the professor totally annoys me *hint, hint*, thus I feel like the subjects are obsolete (excuse me for the term, but quite frankly, Filipino3 is useless.) Thus...I feel...bored.

I do enjoy my major subjects. Photography is nice, though, the professor talks too much unimportant stuff. Journalism is very good. My favorite subject of them all. And Communication theories is a good subject, the 3 hours fly by so it's acceptable.

However, something is missing.

I wont bother myself in even thinking what is missing.

Either way, that's that...

It's still the first week of school, perhaps something might change.

I hate to think that this is another depression episode.

I guess, I am thankful that I have Lourdes, my close friend, who keeps me company and makes me laugh. (And I make her laugh!) Without her, I'd prolly be a a depressed reck by now. Luv yah dear! *glomps Des*

Okay...something else to talk about.

I recently went to a Hospital for a check-up. I met up with a friendly surgeon, who's name I have forgotten by now. (I know, something as important as surgery, you'd think I'd remember the doctor's name...hah.) So, it turns out, I have a cyst on my right breast.

Yeah. A friggin' cyst.

So, he said it's alright. Apparently, it has something to do with a follicle infection. Either way, it's nothing to worry about. He gave me some oitnment for the swelling.

It has had little effect.

So, as the doctor said, if the swelling will not be gone by two months, I shall get an operation.

I have an odd feeling I will.

So, by the end of July I might get operated.

Wonderful.

I have become even more sickly than before...

My life sucks.

Hurrah for the new school year. (Sarcastic.)

Just another number: 18

2005-05-12T10:59:00.000+08:00

I've turned 18 today. Happy Birthday to me. Lol.

I stayed up until 12 midnight last night, something that I have been doing every year now on the eve of my birthday, and waited patiently until the clock would signal 12:01 which then officially meant I would be celebrating my birthday.

I wonder what the big deal is when you turn 18. I really don't see the difference, considering you are still the same person that you were yesterday. It's quite baffling that people consider that when you turn 18, you're an adult which then in turn they consider as maturity. Yet, what if you weren’t as mature as you ought to be the day before and then your birthday rolls around and 'poof' your mature because you've turned 18?

Now that's a miracle.

It's not a big deal for me now that I'm 18. I highly doubt my maturity level has risen over night. And I'll eat a hat before I can consider myself anymore wiser either.

So what, I turned 18, big deal. So I can indulge in other legal activities that I've never tried doing considering that just only yesterday I was a minor. Now, it's legal.

I understand that once you are 18, you get certain liberations from your parents. Which, quite frankly is very dumb. My dad gave me his whole "Now that you'll be 18..." speech days before.

Don't parents realize that maturity comes from the person herself and not from some stupid year number?

Quite honestly, I consider myself as a very level-headed person. And on some plains, rather mature. Which I take pride of very much. (People make fun of me, saying I'm a tight-ass. Yeah right, let's all get drunk 'til we puke and feel like shit and then we'll see whose the smart one.) Yet I admit, I can be rather immature and childish at times. (See? I can be stupid when I want to be.)

Parents get the misconception that once you turn a year older, you immediately merit of gaining new responsibilities which often you may not be prepared on taking on. Just because you turned older today, doesn't make you a better person the next day. You'll just be the same person as you were the before you had your birthday.

Simply put, parents make a big deal out of it.

I'm happy that I've turned 18 today. I may not feel any bit different that how I felt yesterday or the before, but quite honestly, it's a nice feeling knowing that you have finally landed in the 'legal' bracket of society.

I'm not planning anything special today. Just dinner with some friends and have a couple of drinks and coffee afterwards. A nice way to ring in my new life.

I'm having my first real birthday party here in the Philippines on Saturday. I've invited old/new friends to the party. It's something I'm looking forward to this weekend.

I'll post pictures of tonight's event later on. (I finally got my Sony Camera...BTW, like My pictures?)

Either way, 18 is just another number. It's all up to you on how you perceive it to be.

Happy Birthday to me.

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Side note: I apologize for not updating in such a long time for my stories and my blog. My computer short circuited and my CPU blew up. I lost EVERYTHING! I have been working on a couple of stories, and I was very stupid and did not have any back up files. *dies* My friends on ff.net, I already had several stories I wanted to post and yet...my stupid computer blew up. I lost everything. Now I have to start from scratch. Damnit. *stabs self*

Grand Island Escapade Adventure Diary II

2005-04-26T18:49:00.000+08:00

Now...you shall see me in a gown. Laugh people! laugh!

Day 2 April 20, 2005

Woke up at around 9 in the morning, quite unusual for me since I see daylight usually at 11 in the morning. (Thought I would turn into sand for a few seconds.)

Felt like a celebrity for one minute, as we were fetched for 'make-up call'. Very laughable, I know. Me? Make-up? Hah. Yeah, and I grow beans out of my ass.

Was no surprise for me when the make-up people A.K.A the four gay beauticians turned up late. This is Filipino time; I wouldn’t be surprised if they (Filipinos in General) would be late for their own funeral.

I got my face painted, caked and layered at past 12, far from the 10 AM set schedule. I'm no fan of make-up, especially wet foundation. It feels like paint, and once dry, I believe if I move to much, everything cracks. My hair was set in some sort of weird, curly bun on top of my head...I thought I could poke somebody's eye out with that thing. Funny enough, only half of my hair was set up with hairpins, and it felt like it weighed a ton.

Me, Bai and Chris after getting our war face painting done. I'm ready for battle!

Chris commented how I looked like Marilyn Monroe. How laughable...I looked like a white ghost with a hard bun-hair on top of her head.

Bai, Chris and I minutes before the party...

Me, Chris, Chuchie and Bai...after the party.

I'm an avid fan of Lord of the Rings, so you could just imagine that I would grab the opportunity of wearing a gown and design my own one to look somewhat like Arwen's. Hah! I did. (I wore a similar gown to my prom, only much more prettier than the one I own.) Now, I only lack the pointy ears and I am ready for the next LotR convention.

Tsupsi's female friends are what I imagined them to be. Rich girls from another face of society. Of course, during the whole make-up session, I felt like the alien girl. (Again, I only lack pointy ears and I am so ready to fly to my home planet.) I commented how bugoy (boy-ish) we (Chuchie, Bai, Chris and I) acted and how all the other girls acted like proper ladies with poise and dignity and all the girly crap. (These girls will fit in well into our English class.)

As for her guy friends? They acted just like typical guys. Nothing more to say. Boys will always be boys, no matter what their social stature. (Well, except if they are gay. Then they are certainly not boys.)

Party started at around 7-ish, again, an hour late. No surprise there people. Had a slight Wardrobe malfunction. (No, I didn't pull a Janet Jackson on everybody.) Had to buy a safety pin, as part of my dress got loose and I had to pin it back up. (Typical Filipino sewing. Nothing lasts.) one frigging safety pin costs One Peso. One friggin' Peso! For one stupid metal pin...talk about over pricing.

The Debut party went on rather uneventful. I wasn't really that much fascinated with the flow, since it's quite typical. Though, it amazed me how much work these people placed into the making of the party. And how much money they splurged...I mean, w.o.w. But then again, my friend deserved such party since she was the only girl in her family and they had loads of cash. So yeah, they had every right to make the party quite showy.

Luckily, I never tripped the entire night. I felt amazingly steady on my heels, which may seem quite surprising. Though, I did have a lot of cloth to work with, so it seemed a tad bit difficult. Either way, I came out unscathed from the event.

The four of us stayed at the hotel that night, since they reserved a room for the girls and it seemed such a waste that nobody would use it over night. In the end, we used it.

During our stay at the hotel, Tsupsi's guy friends stayed with us until the crack of dawn. They got drunk in front of us. No surprise there, as they were guys...I'm used to seeing guys get drunk, so I had a few mental laughs at their total state of being wasted.

I felt like I listened to the story of Dawson's Creek as the guys shared to us their past relationships among their clique. I had a serious sense of deja vu as I listened to the guys ramble about who dated who among the group.talk about being friends with privileges.

We finally went to sleep past 5 AM. Surprisingly, I never had a drop of alcohol in me that night, yet felt rather woozy. Must've been the excessive eating of chocolates.

Ah, before I forget. I will kill M.Y.M.P. Their song "C'mon and get me" totally sucks. Yet it stuck with us for 24 hours...talk about serious last song syndrome.

"C'mon and get me, get me, get me..."

Ah, fuck it.

Grand Island Escapade Adventure Diary I

2005-04-25T19:59:00.000+08:00

I'm baaack! *hugs all around* I had a good time...Now I shall share my experience with everybody. ;)

PIctures will be uploaded alter. Laughable pictures of me in a gown will be seen soon, so stay tuned!

Day 1 : April 19, 2005

10-hour boat rides do not suit me.

After the 5th hour, I felt edgy. There were too many people, too little space and too much noise. Not to mention, a lot of snoring.

I hate bright light, I felt like a vampire during the ride. Hissing in annoyance at the bright fluorescent lights hanging overhead. What ever happened to dimming the lights at night? Thus, I believe the owner of the shipping line, is a rich ass who doesn’t care of his electricity bills.

The toilets weren't the best things in the world either. There were loads of toilets, yet only a few actually worked. How wondrous indeed. I am glad I did not enter a cubicle that held certain elongated objects or in layman's terms: crap.

I lost my balance quite a few times, though luckily, did not make an ass out of myself by falling flat on my face. I stumble a lot, since, the boat makes me feel queasy. (Luckily, I didn't puke...Bonamine is my new best friend.)

The owner of the boat never heard of sturdy floors. Every time some idiot passed by my bunk, everything shook. Plus getting to our accommodations was very difficult. I never have seen so many tiny steps in my entire life. Plus, hauling that stupid bag up was excruciating. I take back everything I said about the owner being rich, he's a cheapskate who probably never heard of proper boat construction.

We arrived at the island of Butuan at around 5 AM. Take note, this is Filipino time. Had it been according the American clock, we would have arrived at 4 AM. We are late by an hour. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway, since the people tasked to fetch us were late as well. Typical.

Tsupsi's home wasn't that far away from the pier. After a 30 minute car ride filled with small talk and life updates we arrived at Tsupsi's second home. Needless to say, I was rendered speechless. I always imagined that Filipino architecture would never be able to imitate the updated, modern, western look of European and American homes, yet there I stood in front of their soon-to-be finished villa; complete with a finished guest house in which we stayed in.

During breakfast, I have come to realize what a close-knit family Tsupsi had. From cousin, sibling, aunt and uncle, everybody was super close to each other. That was something I am not accustomed too, since my family is not close. (I like to think we all have restraining orders on each other, since we all keep distances from each other everyday.)

I have never been in close range with a Chinese family, so that experience really was wonderful. Chinese families are huge...as what I could see from the members who ate breakfast with us. Two tables were not enough.

We returned to the guesthouse after breakfast, since all of us were a bit woozy after a stupid 10 hour boat ride. (10 hours of hell for me.) I am happy to report, we slept well past lunch.

I never attended a full-blown debut. I emceed a semi-formal one (I was asked to wear a gown, however I ended up wearing a cocktail dress. ^^) but that was it. So, one can just guess how totally ignorant I am towards these cheap debut traditions (Cheap, in a sense, that these traditions are just copied. Filipinos lack the originality to come up with something of their own. They just had to copy everything.)

Either way, in the afternoon we went to the Hotel where the party would be held. The stage was enormous. Biggest stage I have ever seen. I silently had a panic attack, upon realizing that the stage possessed too many stairs to my liking. (I'd be wearing 3 inch heels, for god's sake! I see myself slipping and breaking my neck.)

We did a VTR for Ms. Tsupsi. With that, I have realized that I am not VJ material. I am simply too white for the camera, you'd think I slept in a refrigerator...plus I suck. I royally screwed that one up.

By night, we returned to Tsupsi's Villa for the pre-birthday dinner. Did I mention that her family is totally loaded? (I gave up counting how many cars they owned, dogs, houses...)

Made a few friends over dinner. To say the least, dinner was great and her friends were rather nice. From a different face of society that I'm used to, but nonetheless, they were quite nice.

We threw on our gowns, just for good measure. (I believe we were intoxicated due to water and soft drinks. Nobody will never know.) We fooled around and acted, quite frankly, stupid. But, it was fun nonetheless.

Went to bed well past midnight. Due to the fact we talked about horror movies. I admit, I am a pansy when it comes to watching scary flicks. (Blame it on Child's Play.) Chuchie just had to mention The Grudge.

And Bai was no help at all.

But all the scaring paid off. Got to catch CNN. Finally, they picked a pope. At last. Plus, he's German. I'm proud to be a German! (Thank you Ling-ling for texting me at past 12 midnight to make me watch CNN...I lubshyoo!)

Feel asleep, dreaming over nothing but The Grudge.

Make-up call tomorrow: 10 AM.

Off to another Island

2005-04-18T14:48:00.000+08:00

I'm leaving the island of Cebu at last!

Tonight, I'm heading to Butuan, somewhere in Mindanao for my friend Rhea's 18th birthday party.

I was able to go to only one other island, while staying here in the Philippines. I was able to visit Bohol, during my senior year in High School for the Regional Secondary Press Conference (Journalism Contest). Which was a horrible experience, since there was a typhoon, nearly flooding the school where we stayed.

So now, I'm packed, ready and really nervous.

I hate riding ships. So I have realized during my boat ride towards Bohol, where OceanJet suddenly stopped in the middle of the sea during the storm. To say at least, I was scared shitless.

And now, I'm riding a much bigger boat.

I fear for accidents. I pray that nothing will happen.

This is my first time to board such a big boat, and stay on it for nearly 10 hours. I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to expect. I hate being left in the blue.

And I hate relying on a machine, responsible for my safety and life. That sucks.

Despite my apprehensions, I'm looking forward to see a new place. I've grown board with Cebu and am itching to see something new. And I'm really looking forward for the party...plus I get to see my classmate again.

My friends, Chuchie, Chris and Bai are tagging along on this journey.

All four of us have never settled a foot on Butuan, so again, none of us have a clue what to do.

I'm not really keen for parties, yet alone cotillion parties where you have to wear ball gowns. But since, Rhea is my friend and I care for her deeply, I'll attend her party with gown and *gasp* stilettos.

And for one more other reason.

This is the proverbial cherry on top of the proverbial sundae.

I'm miles away from my parents!

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In other news, we have a nation-wide strike from what I've heard. So no PUJs, which totally sucks eggs.

I had major difficulties getting to Ayala-Cebu earlier this morning. (We had to buy our tickets).

There were only a few PUJs driving around, so you could imagine how hard it was to board one when one eventually came around.

Just to mention, I hate it when strangers touch me. So much as bumping up against me, pisses me royally off, especially when no apology is given. So you could imagine how pissed off I got when people pushed me around as I boarded the damn vehicle.

But what really made me explode was the fact when this lady pushed me aside as I sat down, and squeezed herself in. She pushed my legs to the side ...she touched me. Nobody touches me! Nobody!

She didn't even apologize or excuse herself!

Damn it! Is an apology so hard to make?! Is "I'm sorry/Excuse me" so hard to say? Where are their manners?! Is it because of her immaculately ironed business suit that excuses herself from apologizing because I'm just a piece of lowlife dirt?! W.T.F.?! Who the hell does she think she is?!

I don't care who you are, or what you do. When you push somebody, you apologize or excuse yourself. I don't give a rat's ass if you are the president herself. APOLOGIZE!

*breathes deeply*

That felt...wonderful.

Shopping-wise

2005-04-10T19:53:00.000+08:00

Days ago, I began to wonder when was the last time I went shopping with my mother. I found this question very trivial, seeing the fact I never enjoyed shopping with my mother.

Today, I have found myself shopping with her. At least now I can say that today was the last time I went shopping with her.

I understand that most girls love shopping with their mother. I on the other hand, find it very irritating when I shop with her. (Only in the Philippines, I tolerated her when we shopped in Germany. But then again, I was younger when I was back at home, so I tolerated much more back then.)

I also understand that shopping is supposed to be fun. That among girls, it equals to boys buying video games or playing basketball (yes, all that excitement fits such small situation.) Yet, my mother is a leech. She sucks out the fun of everything. And I mean everything.

I'm not much of a shopper. I'm a girl, I enjoy shopping once in a while, yet I am very reasonable. I do not splurge money. (As stated in an earlier entry.) When I do shop, it is researched (yes, I research. I look for alternatives, reasonable prices and warranties.), planned and quick. I hate crowds, and if ever I get stuck in one, everything just becomes nasty. And of course, I despise sales girls. Once they hover over me, I'm out of the store.

Today we went to a mall that had its Founders Day Sale. I dread sales, since there are huge crowds and I turn into bitch mode when I'm among crowds mostly. However, sales are perfect, since you get things on reasonable prices. I'm a bargain queen...

My mother had the brilliant idea to just take me shopping today for my birthday presents. (Need I to mention that my birthday is still a month away...May 12 more specifically.)

So a month and two days early, my mother buys me my birthday presents. Who am I to complain anyway? I don't get free stuff everyday, and I should consider myself lucky, seeing that fact that in the past years all I ever got on my birthday (or on any special occasion for that matter) was underwear.

Look, if you get free stuff...don't decline. It's rude to decline gifts.

For the first time in my near 18 years of existence, I finally got what I wanted. (And I don't ask much.) It doesn't take a lot to please me, give me a hand-me-down shirt and I'm contented. (Look, I lived on second hand shirts in Germany. It's very common to wear such. You save a lot.)

Either way, I got what I wanted. And to say, it was very legitimate for me to splurge money, seeing the fact it belonged to my mother and it was a sale.

The mall had a promotion of giving out Globe Autoload worth 50 pesos for a 500 peso worth receipt per person. Hah! I got two! (I'm such a cheater!) Since we got two receipts, I made my mother go back and use my number to cash in the 50 pesos! Ha! So now I got 100 pesos on my beloved 3315! Anyone care to text me?

I'm happy to report I did not turn into a royal bitch while shopping. While shoe shopping, I made it a point to steer clear from salesladies. It worked...I got my perfect sandals (friggin' 3 inches! Heh! I no longer need a gun, seeing that those will perfectly kill any mugger) and did not snap at any saleslady. Go me.

Plus, the crowds seemed to disappear around me. They must've felt my dangerous aura and feared for their health. Good I'm good. I'm feeding my vanity as we speak.

And my mother?

Tame as a tied up puppy.

Ah, what a productive day it was.

Money-wise

2005-04-09T11:40:00.000+08:00

Money is a major factor why my family is in the state that it is now. No, contrary to what you believe we are not in any financial debt or suffer from financial losses. Instead, we suffer due to the emotional pain money brings.

True, money makes me world go round. It cannot be denied. If you want to make a name for yourself, you got to have cash in order to rise up to the level of the upper class big shots.

It's what the society nowadays demands you to do, to conform to its wants. With this, you are forced to buy and become a societal conformist.

My family suffered greatly five years ago when we endured bank plundering. A family relative scammed a family friend who lived with us. Her bank accounted was plundered and she lost millions. It was an embarrassing blow to our family name, to think that in our own house somebody got ripped off.

From that day on, any amount of money became off limits for all of us. (I am not saying we are big time spenders, on the contrary we are a very thrifty family. We don’t spend on useless things and we think twice before we shell out for something expensive.)

I don't have allowance, since I do not spend much money. I only ask for money when I need it. And when I do ask, I get berated for spending money. I understand my father's concern with our money, since he fears that we would get scammed again and he understands the vitality of it.

This leads to the growing conflict between my father and mother. My mother does not have any means of income, and solely depends on my father for buying our provisions. However, due to the incident that happened approximately five years ago, my father does no longer trust my mother with money (It was after all, from my mother’s side who scammed us - the brother nonetheless.). With this, tension between my father and mother has been very thick.

Money is vital, it is very important for our survival. And it cannot be denied that it causes lots of problems in households.

Yet, I do not wish to linger on the subject of my family's money/emotional problems. Instead, I wish to talk about spending money.

Attending a college were a lot of rich kids go to is very different for me. I attended a middle-class high school in the suburbs, where 20 pesos was enough for your lunch.

I do not wish to put down these young women who have only seen the better side of life, but I really must say these kids are totally ignorant.

I do not blame them however, since they have only tasted the sweeter side of life and are bestowed with an endless flow of cash.

I do not really understand why they wish to spend thousands of pesos on a single article of clothing, where in fact you could get the same thing for much less at a less pricey store. But then again, I am not filthy rich, so perhaps it’s true that I do not really understand the mind of the filthy rich.

These foolish people from my school boldly claim that they are non-conformists, yet they jump onto the bandwagon of fads, purchasing virtually everything possible: over-priced bags, accessories, cellular phones, clothes, shoes, etc.

Honey, if you are a non-conformist...act like one!

I have never met more showy people than in my school. It does not take much for me to realize that these kids must be rolling in wads of money and taking daily milk baths. I am not that dense. After seeing too much expensive stuff being 'gracefully' shoved in my face, I get the idea you're rich. (If I hear another person wailing about their dire need for their dad to buy them a car...I'll rip 'em into shreds.)

Again, I do not blame these people. I just find them very...what's the word?...short-sighted. Well, they got their own perfect world, so who am I to say that they should stop spending? After all, it's their money, not mine.

Come to think of it, I know a new idea for a book:

"1001 dumb ways of spending money (For the Insanely Rich Edition)"

A bestseller, I tell you.

American Idol...

2005-04-06T18:16:00.000+08:00

I couldn't help myself, I just had to blog about American Idol. In reality I'm the last person to talk about showbiz, yet this show deserves to be blogged for a whole new reason.

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I'm inspired to write an American Idol inspired entry today. My friend Chris commented yesterday over an IM conversation on how I remind her of Simon Cowell. I took it as a compliment, of course.

I simply love Simon Cowell, he is a god! His sarcasm, his odd analogies, his accent...black shirts! This man is wickedness personified - in a good way. He delivers the cold, hard truth; which both Paula and Randy fail to realize. He is the voice of the masses, and I worship the ground he walks on.

*raises hand* Mr. Cowell...do you need an apprentice? Pick me! I am evil! I am wicked! I wear black! And I have sarcasm...Pick me! Teach me your bizarre analogies!

Going back...I'm slowly finding myself getting bored over AI (American Idol you dolt! If you think for one second of Artificial Intelligence, I will shoot you!). It bores me to death when somebody sings a slow song, and from the beginning on delivers a bad note and then salvages himself by giving off one big note at the end…talk about being pathetic.

AI has lost its glamour for me. This is partly because I wish to feed the Americans who voted for Fantasia to the crocodiles. I do.not.like.her. (Have I stressed it enough? How many 'yeah's can the woman insert in her song?! 23 - we counted!) I totally rooted for Diana deGarmo. Fantasia won...I became livid...tore my notebook apart. (Secretly swore that every American who voted for Fantasia was my enemy.)

And the other reason would be because well...I find AI only pleasing to watch one time around. Once you've seen one season, you've seen them all.

Why am I still watching Season Four you ask? Simple. Three words:

*Bo
*Constantine
*Anwar

I am in love...

Hah.

Bo is amazing...yet his name renders me speechless at times (I wonder what his parents were thinking...then again...at one odd point, it's cute...in a bizarre way [at least it's not BOB, or I would be having a field day right now!])..this dude is a ROCKER! Man! I love rockers...his image is amazing...he rocks my world...for 3 stinking minutes, I feel like a stupid fan girl going gaga over the TV. Putting the looks aside, he's got great vocals and wonderful charisma to match.

And! He got his hair straightened! Damn right! He's hot...(excuse me...that's my rabid fan girl talking.)

Constantine...ah...another rocker dude...again, this guy also rocks my socks. His image is wonderful and he's quite a charmer...as you may see, I am quite smitten. He holds such a dazzling rugged look...however, this is not all about looks. I simply LOVE his vocals! If he picks a good song, he truly delivers it amazingly! Plus...he looks like a bad-ass yet he is such a sweetie! Weeeeee!

Anwar...one word: Dreadlocks! I love his hair! I admit...I'm not so fond of his vocals but him as a person, his authenticity is amazing! What you see is what you get. (WYSIWYG! Learned that from my HS computer class in HTML...hehe)

I do hope one of the three guys will win...I don.t want a girl to win...because quite frankly, the girls on the AI this season are quite boring. With the exception of Nadia, who reminds me of a combo of Tina Turner and Beyonce (I don't like her though.).

Now, to close this thing, let me quote the amazing Simon Cowell.

"In a competition full of Hamburgers, you're a steak."

The Royal Pain

2005-04-05T16:54:00.000+08:00

I watched the "Prince and Me" moments ago, (Yes, I finally decided what to watch. Congratulate me...it was a tough choice, among 200+ DVDs) and I must say, it was the most predictable movie ever.

I gagged twice, choked on my Ginger Ale (Yum!) and laughed at the sheer stupidity of it all.

I wish to draw out wonderful points of the movie, which are so cliche that they should be banned from ever being used again.

Scenario One: Eddy/Edward - a prince who gets sick of his royal lifestyle. (Where have we heard that before?) Eddy slash Edward justifies the meaning "Royal Pain in the Ass". He is a snob, ignorant of the people lower than him and is a total, hormone driven dick-head. (Again, sounds oddly familiar.) Eddy slash Edward, pulls a "Simple Life" on his parents...meaning, he runs off to a completely different country and lives the life of a common person. (gasp! I hear Paris and Nichole in the background.) And, to put the royal cherry on top the royally over-used icing, he pretends to be somebody that he is not! (double gasp!)

Scenario Two: We have a commoner girl, Paige, who is a total geek. (No offense to all the geeks out there, I am complete geek as well...I take pride of my study desires.) Who worries over nothing but her grades and not about boys. Throw in Eddy slash Edward, a now lowly commoner who does not know how to do the laundry, we have a match made in heaven! From that moment on, we see that these two will be together forever.

Scenario Three: Eddy/Edward tries to get Paige's affection through annoying her brains out. We see the highly over-used scenario of boy being everywhere the girl-who-he-will-end-up-marrying is. Eddy slash Edward has no idea what he does, so we see the hackneyed scenario of common girl teaching the pain-in-the-ass-royal-who-is-super-duper-hot the ropes.

Scenario Four: Paige finds out that Eddy slash Edward is not a normal person! (gasp!) She naturally runs away from him...and naturally it rains. How predictable. Both get wet...tears and rain. Hah! Boy then proclaims his undying love for the girl...(Yawn.)...girl then smartly proclaims that he has been lying all along...well done Sherlock.

Scenario Five: Royal-Pain-in-the-Ass goes back to his kindom, duty calls. Naturally, Paige runs after him. It annoys me to know that Eddy did not leave her money for a plane ticket. He did want her to follow him to Denmark, yet he did not leave money nor a ticket for her. Stupid boy.

Scenario Six: After Proposing and after the usual Trying-to-make-the-common-farm-girl-into-Queen-Material scenario, Paige boldly declares that the royal life is not for her. (Snore). What a waste of film, time, money. After her lvoer boy gets crowned, she returns home.

Scenario Seven: Paige graduates...Eddy slash Edward slash Royal pain in the ass appears out of nowhere. They kiss...and you guessed it...the credits roll over the kissing couple.

Talk about putting every cliche in the book up on the silver screen. The only reason I watched the flick was in hopes to see Julia Stiles dance...which never really happened. (I wanted to see her bring it down man! Ballet and stuff...not her doing Medical works...jeeez!)

With this I wish to draw my point.

Cliches are overrated. (So redundant.) (Cliches are cliche)

Can't moviemakers make something more original? Or at least refrain from flooding the movie with over-used material? I find it such a big waste of money, time and effort. At least, they should have made her dance...damn.

Come to think of it, everything nowadays is overrated. Lifestyle being the primary example.

Yet what is there to do? This is how to cookie crumbles and man is just so fond of cookie crumbles...

Who knew that "The Prince and Me" could be an allegory to life? Hah. A good movie though...I just wouldn't watch it again...after all, nearly every movie is the same.

A step closer

2005-04-04T21:12:00.000+08:00

I finally went to the office of Cebu Daily News (A local Newspaper) to meet up with the Lifestyle Editor Ms. Mimi.

Being at the CDN Headquarters (I make it sound as if it were a secret underground organization. Heh.), I was filled with sheer excitement. I could not believe that at that moment, I was already the threading the ground that I hope to work for one day.

Ms. Flordelis Canoy, CDN's HR person, is a blessing! I got to correspondent with her for weeks, regarding myself becoming a correspondent of CDN. She helped me out a lot, referring me to people and encouraging me constantly...a real blessing people!

I arrived a couple minutes past the scheduled time, since firstly I was in heels, and secondly due to inhumane traffic. Either way, I arrived there safe and sound (since it was my first time driving there on my own,) and I meet up with Ms. Canoy immediately.

Being in a News Room of an actual Newspaper office is amazing. It was everything I have imagined it to be. People whirling past you, computer screens buzzing with life, the harmonious tapping of the keyboard, writers lounging around, cluttered desks, newspapers everywhere...ahhhh...it was so electrifying!

I got a personal tour of the place even! They showed me were each section of the office was, (sports, editorial, lifestyle, copy-reading, etc.). I got introduced to a couple of correspondents, two guys (I think JC was his name, and the other a fourth year masscomm student from UP.) and this girl.

I bumped into the STC interns (Mary Ann, Rahel, Dyna, etc.) at the Lifestyle section. They were applying for their internship.

I finally got introduced to Ms. Mimi, the Lifestyle Editor. I was not able to spend much time with her, since her partner was not there and she requested me to come again next week around Tuesday for the finalization of my application.

Yey!

It was embarrassing for me a bit, since I was actually the youngest person/aspiring writer there. The student writers already there were senior college students. However, taking in this fact, I take pride for myself.

Ms. Canoy really hopes that they will consider me as a Correspondent. I am willing to take the challenge, and I'm pretty sure I can do it.

What an electrifying experience indeed.

I cannot believe I am actually one step closer to my goal of becoming a Journalist.

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Now, for my world acclaimed ranting:

I hate wearing heels. Why are women forced to even wear them? Haven't they heard of sneakers, slippers or lofts? Geeezs! Why are we human beings of the superior species required to wear such excruciating contraptions when the situation calls for it? Can't we look sophisticated in sneakers? Why heels?

My Theory:

Heels = Hell

Omit the 's', replace the second 'e' with an 'l' and presto! A perfect logical explanation. Heels are like Hell...excruciatingly painful and intolerable.

I wore those wretched black things for 5 hours straight. 5 freaking hours!

That is not humane!

I would also point out while I was grocery shopping, I busted my toenail! All because I wore retched heels, and the stupid cart bumped into my right foot's pinky toe! Argh! My nail totally spilt! Damn it! Now I have a band-aid around my toe, and I pray that the nail will grow back soon...fuck heeled shoes!

Just another thing I would like to point out. I feel like I live in an apartment here. I have to buy my own food every time! I have to go out and buy my own essentials, my own things and do everything on my own! It feels as if I live here on my own, and my parents do no exist.

I find this very trivial, since for a long time I have been wishing to move out of the house and live on my own, yet my annoying mother does not allow it.

But come to think of it...I have been living all alone all along...haven't I?

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I have noticed that in several of my entries, their subject title will not appear. I have been looking over my script for several times and yet I do not seem to see the problem. Can anybody help me? It peeves me very much to know that you are not able to see the title. Gah! Anyone with extraordinary html skills? Ed? Aion? *begs* Please!!!

Beer Theory

2005-04-03T17:56:00.000+08:00

Drank a bottle of beer. I feel very enlightened. Let me share:

I have come to understand why people love to drink beer. It tastes like ass.

Yes, like ass.

I only drink light beer, since it tastes not that much like ass. (Other than light beer, I enjoy mixed drinks, tequila, kamikaze, daiquiri, Shirley temple, etc.)

With this, I draw my hypothesis:

People love to kiss ass, therefore, they are immune to the taste of beer-ass. After all, kissing so many Asses, they do no longer taste the bitter ass-like taste of the barley, malt, ass mixture that is beer.

I feel sorry for the people who do not kiss ass as much as regular beer drinkers, as they will completely taste the nauseating taste of beer.

It's the bitter taste of life, I say.

I for one, do not enjoy ass kissing that much, therefore I turn to light beer. It tastes substantially better than the pure thing, however it still has the ass-like kick.

Now to the point:

In life, it cannot be denied that you have to kiss ass if you want to get somewhere. No matter how much you detest your boss or no matter how much you detest your parents (me, for example) you have to kiss their Asses in order to get a raise or in my case, get allowance.

I am a sarcastic person by nature, and very sardonic. Yet I do realize if I bring such attitude to my work place, I would be fired in an instant. So no matter how butt ugly your boss looks in his clothes, compliment him nonetheless. You can always imagine burning him on a stake in the refuge of the bathroom.

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I watched "Show Girls" today. This movie is not for the light-hearted. If you cannot take nudity, sex, girl-girl kissing and explicit situations, please go back watching safe movies.

The movie is about a girl getting to Las Vegas and trying to make it into the dancing business. With dancing business, I mean not the usual dancing you see everywhere, but instead as a Sexy Las Vegas Show Girl. And by this, I mean not the usual Las Vegas Show Girl type of dancing, but top-less sexy dancing - which is amazingly choreographed. Thumbs up for that.

However, I grew bored after the first 30 minutes of the movie and instead opted to use the fast forward button and only stopping to watch scenes that looked mildly pleasing.

Again, this movie is not for the faint hearted. There's too much nudity, too many sexual innuendoes and rape and sex scenes. Surprisingly enough, I do not categorize this movie as a prono as there are no explicit scenes viewed just loads of breasts and a lot of humping, groping and moaning (again, surprisingly enough no penis was ever shown. Which is an outrage, seeing the fact that all the women had to strut around topless and in g-strings while the men were fully clothed. Well aside for one scene where you could see the guy's ass.).

I find the movie quite boring though and rather stupid. The people in there were sex crazed idiots who knew nothing else but to screw around. Perhaps the only thing that was nice about the movie was the choreography. The dancing was quite spectacular, if you ignore the jiggling boobs, and very 'showy' (no pun intended), but then again, that's Las Vegas for you.

All in all, I give the movie one star. For the fact that it got nice dance acts and the fact that all the women had no implants. But in reality, the movie stinks. Nothing special about this movie...it just plainly stinks. I can't believe I watched this thing in the first place. (We have more than 200+ DVDs right now, I just picked the worst.)

Rebirth...

2005-04-02T16:32:00.000+08:00

And now, with a new lay-out, my blog faces its rebirth.

I'm happy how this turned out. And as said in yesterday's post, it took me ages to edit. Phew! Anyway...I love it...I love dark themed things so...there! Nyahaha!

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If life could be anymore boring, I'm ready to blow this joint up into pieces.

There is literally nothing to do anymore.

For instance:

1.No places to go - Apparently, there are talks that the 21B transportation route will have its re-routing, therefore making thins very complicated for me. I do not know my way around here in Cebu and before the re-routing I was very comfortable with the 21B route. Now, that I have no idea where 21B leads up to, I do not wish to go anywhere in fear that I may lose my way and get swallowed up in a sea of traffic.

2.No books to read - I read nearly everything on my bookshelves, except perhaps for Arlene Chai’s books, I do not favor her much since her books are in First Person Point of Views which I totally detest to read.

3.No more crossword Puzzles - I finished every newspaper...I feel like a geek now.

4.Too many DVDs = Too many choices = a very confused me - We recently acquired more than 200+ DVDs and I have a hard time picking movies to watch. In the end, I get so frustrated that I just don't watch at all.

5.No more new music - I ran out of tapes to listen to. (I'm a tape person, not a CD person...only rich people can afford CDs...heh.) It's so frustrating, since I now listen to the same old crap everyday.

6.Nothing to study about - I love to study, now that school's out there is nothing to study about. I miss doing tests and studying for my Communication course...

7.Nothing to bitch about - again, now that school's out, there's nothing to bitch about. No professors to complain about, no schoolmates to complain about and no after-school hang-out sessions. Gah.

8.No money - I love to buy interesting/useless things. Without money, I can-t buy stuff and when I don't buy stuff, that just equals not going out.

Summer is very dull. I don't understand why people like it that much. My school was crazy to let us out this early (March 5 officially signaled summer for us...two weeks early compared to other schools.)

Summer signifies laziness, in my opinion.

People wake up late, turning into a total pig (myself included). They waste precious brain cells by watching brainless television (primary example, Spongebob Squarepants. So idiotic that it makes me cringe. BTW, I find it amusing to know that parents consider the show Pro-Homosexual. Hahaha.) and eating junk food. This is caused due to the fact that people turn in late, because they watch late-night television.

I, myself, am not an exception.

I hate this process, for now my body has been attuned to sleeping at 2 AM in the morning and waking up at 10 AM. I find it stupid. But then again, I am a rabid fan-girl of Conan O'Brien (Late night with Conan O'Brien, ETC 12 Midnight) and I simply cannot miss his witty humor. I love him.

With this, I hold the fear that perhaps someday I might crack and will destroy this entire planet with one huge atomic bomb.

Hah.

After all, I am the Angel of Death. *rolls eyes*

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*Hysterical laughter*

To the sub-human species reading this, I have realized that I have strayed from my blogging ways. But since recently I just gave this formely 'blah' blog a face-lift I know feel the burning desire to share my witty-kick-ass blurbs with the world. So with this, The Angel of Death Beth-chan, is ready to kick ass and dominate the world one cyber-space pixel at a time.

Be Prepared.

*Hysterical laughter fades out*

New Look

2005-04-01T18:01:00.000+08:00

Man! *wipes sweat off brow* This took ages to edit! Nearly three hours! Whew!

I'm sooo happy how my blog looks now...Yey! This royally kicks ass!

Weee

2005-03-24T18:35:00.000+08:00

You scored as Middle Class. You're content in your position and would prefer a house or a family than a seven figure pay cheque. But you have your moments of weakness when you buy a lottery ticket in the hope of knowing how the rich and famous live.

Middle Class

79%

Upper middle Class

67%

Luxurious Upper Class

58%

alternative

54%

Lower Class

42%

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2005-03-24T18:23:00.000+08:00

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The Sun, the food, the sun tan, and the pool

2005-03-17T20:51:00.000+08:00

I just came back from a three day vacation at Mactan!

Finally, I get to feel summer to some degree! :D

With me, I had Christian (who stayed with me for the full three days!), Balma (Who came on the second day, since she couldn't stay for three days) and Lourdes (who did not stay overnight, but joined us for two days)

My dad obviously felt sorry for me since I couldn't head back home to Germany, so he planned a vacation trip for me. I was free to invite two friends to stay with me overnight and he'd cover all the expenses. Christian was more than happy to stay for three days. game kaayo siya!

Tuesday 03.15.05

My Dad's Birthday! He turned...*crunches numbers* 67! Happy Birthday!

I picked Lourdes and Christian up at Mandaue. Of course, Lourdes came in a tad bit too late. But who cares? It's vacation people! Before we knew it, we piled into the backseat of our jeep and drove towards Mactan.

We had our Lunch ad MB's Tavern (the main restaurant), a German friend owns it so I know a lot of people there..., and then headed to the Resort House. :D We had our own room, which was very louvely. Cable TV, own Bathroom, Mineral water, AC, cabinets, spacious bed and nice cute refrigerator...ah, life... :D

Christian, Des and I, hung out in the room for a couple of hours. Soaked up the AC, watched TV and just talked about everything.

From that day, we were officially marked MTV GIRLS.

Later in the day, we went to the pool for a swim. The pool wasn't really that huge, but quite deep. ^^ 6 Feet deep. Figures, when Foreigners are the ones staying at the resort.

So we added one extra swimming apparell...floaties! (salbabidas)

So decked with floaties we jumped into the pool, floating around in a 6 feet deep pool lazily.

We made fun of each other, since none of us could actually swim. Chris who was supposed to be a lifeguard, was actually not a lifeguard. And I kept on joking that my German genes were of no use, since I couldn't stand properly in the pool. (I later found out, I could actually stand in the pool on my TIPY TOES! YES! TIPY TOES!) And of course, Des had her red letter day, but that didn't stop her from going in for a dive. (i'm happy to report that the pool did not turn red...)

Des had to leave late in the afternoon, in fear that her Father might call from Manila, as he has no knowledge of her whereabouts. :D

Chris and I walked to the restaurant that evening for dinner. It was great to walk, since the night was quite breezy.

We were bloated, stuffed like pigs after dinner. Chris whined since she ate a whole piece of meat. :D We talked about a lot of things over a nice glass of Strawberry Margaritas. Yum!

Ah! Chris and I are officially oldies! The bar showed Party at the Park, a concert done years ago in England. British artist performed, and several of our favorites did: SClub 7, STEPS, Spice Girls, Geri Halliwel, etc... we sang to every song of course... "Don't stop, never give up, hold your head high and reach the top..." "Stop right now, thank you very much..."

We left well past Midnight. Got scammed by the tricycle driver though, paid P20 where in fact we should only pay P10...was too tired to agrue though. Who cares?

Something funny happened! We had no idea how to lock our door, ("These doors are built for men! They are so hard to open and close!") so we struggled for a good half-hour to lock it. Lady luck smiled upon us when our next-next door neighbor came out. He didn't speak english so I tried to speak to him in German. He showed us how to lock it eventually. ("I think he thought that we tried to ask him into bed with us," whispered Chris the next day) ^^

Again, we watched TV. :D We talked most of the time though. I shared to her about my family, and she about her's. It felt great to talk to somebody about my weird family...like a weight is lifted off my shoulders.

Lights went out at past 2 AM. I forgot who switched off the TV.

Wednesday 03.16.05

At 9, We were awoken by somebody knocking against our door. Chris struggled to open the door, and I scrambled out of bed to help her.

It took me a minute to register who screamed 'Good Morning' into my face.

Seconds later, Lourdes scrambled around the room, handing out shampoo, soap, toothpaste (we actually forgot those things...stupid of us, I know). That's when I registered that Lourdes was already around. ^^ Typical. She made fun of us, since we were still asleep when she knocked. My hair looked like a bird's nest, she said.

MTV was blairing in the background as we changed into our swim attire.

We had our "morning swim", which we really should not name swim since none of us actually swam. Lourdes brought along Baby Oil, so she and I rubbed ourselves in with it and basked in the sun. (Oil cooks under the sun, so naturally we really were cooking...^^)

"Toastado na ta!" declared Lourdes, after a couple of hours of basking.

I became red, as usual. But still got a tan line. :D Baby Oil really works! And the funny thing is, Des got a tiny circular tan line on her stomach after lying on her diskman's chord. ^^

We met up with Balma at the restaurant. (She came in later, as usual. We were starving when she came) We ate, goofed off and took pictures. ^^ We looked like tourists when we walked back to the resort.

Balma got really confused when we talked about our "Extra Swimming Aparrel". She learned about it later when she learned about the 6 feet deep pool. (She can't swim either...hehe)

So again, we were floating around the pool like lazy people. ^^ Balma really wanted to get a tan line...

again, des had to leave later in the afternoon. (Des, thanks for joining us! Labshyooo! *glomps*)

For dinner, we walked towards the restaurant that night. In the background, a concert of J.Lo appeared on the TV.

Again, we are the official MTV GIRLS.

Thursday 03.17.05

We woke up with the three of us cramped in the bed. The electricity died very early that morning due to a storm. (I never noticed the AC die...). As usual, we had our 'morning swim' and had a late breakfast which was followed by a rather late lunch.

My dad picked us up. Lol. Chris and Balma finally got to see my dad. Hehehe... ^_^

My dad has this thing, that he'd pat people on the back once he seems them. I asked the two if he did it to them and they answered he did. "Gi bunyag na mo...(You just got baptized)" I joked.

We left the room, switching off the TV. (What played? MTV of course.)

I had an amazing time with my friends. Friends are always important to me. And from what I have learned from my close buddy Lourdes, 'Bonding' time is always important. I learned much from them. Three days brought us a lot closer and I hope we could do it again sometime.

Guys...when Christian comes back...Bigbys nasad! Titanic people! Titanic!

Artist that Dominated MTV/MYX for the past three days: Jennifer Lopez
Our Theme Song: Get Right

2005-03-10T11:46:00.000+08:00

Me and Lourdes after our PE class. Amishyoo na Des! *glomps*

Time of our Lives...

2005-03-10T10:19:00.000+08:00

I had a blast yesterday. :D

I spent the day with Balma and Christian (Chris) at Ayala. We had a lunch date, which we planned days before. (Summer break is so boring, it's inhumane torture...)

We all met up at Sbarro, an Italian restaurant. Balma, of course, was late. (She had to accompany her sister.) Before I met up with the two, I bumped into my ex-boss. Turned out, he and his wife would be eating at the same restaurant and they sat right next to us... :D

We ate at around 1 PM, since we had a "slight" (ehem), miscommunication through texting. As I and Chris were waiting for Balmie to arrive, she texted via her sister's phone (I persume) and said that we should eat "una". I got the message, which was a big boo-boo, as I understood it as "unya" (later). I thought 'una' was a short txt term for 'unya'. (Half my brain did not function, for I was already utterly hungry, and besides, I did not bring my glasses, so I couldn't make it out properly...*shrugs*) Either way, we ate at around 1 PM. Chris and I shared, since Sbarro's servings are huge. (We got this BIG stuffed pizza slice...Chris finished it...:D)

The three of us talked about lots of things while eating. :D Certain people, certain things, and the certain happenings that are yet to occur...school-wise of course..*winks**laughs* We also planned what we would be doing for summer. Outings, YACHTING! and next weeks 3 days, two nights over-night at a tiny resort (I *think* it's a resort...or lodging...dunno, basta, they have a pool, that's all that matters!), which I'll pay...Bal, you HAVE TO come! I'll hog-tie you, pull you by your ears and stuff you in our car and bring you to Mactan! (During our conversation, Balma kept on talking about Mc Colosso...that huge Ice Cream cone at Mc Donalds...hmmm...)

Chris and I afterwards went to the Arcade and played lots of games. Balma had to go to school for her Com27 final with Sir Decena. (Bal, how was it? *grins*) Chris and I got 33 tickets...:D She got herself a pair of hair pins and a pair of TINY hair clips. I got myself a cellphone pouch and two TINY hair clips. :D That was fun...will go to the Arcade more often, now that I finally bought myself a Powercard...

For the most part, Chris and I went window shopping and got tantalized at nearly everything. I finally got to appreciate the color pink...well, only a bit. :D And I learned several shopping techniques from Chris. (I want to go clothes shopping now...*sigh* But I only have a bit of money...darn)

The two of us headed for Starbucks. Neither of us ordered Coffee though, I wanted to but...decided not to...I dunno why. It took us forever to order. They got delicious desserts...the Mango Cheesecake was amazing. (good choice Chris). Again, we talked for ages. About this and that...school-wise and such...*shrugs*

We left, but quickly came back when I realized I left my envelope there. My dad would kill me, skin me alive and feed me to the dogs if I would have lost the contents of the envelope. I was supposed to get him photocopies of a flyier of the Yacht that would be for rent over the summer. (If anyone is interested to rent a Yacht, contact me, and I'll give you the details...)

I got my dad his photocopies and soon after, we went to the Super Market and did a little grocery shopping. :D Chris kept on complaining that she spent a tad bit too much because of me. (Well, because of her I am now more than willing to spent more on clothes and stuf...*laughs* We are even!)

More Window shopping followed. My legs hurt of walking around Ayala so much...*sigh*

Ah, the most exciting thing the two of us did? Getting myself a body piercing...

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nothing special. Lol. Just another ear piercing. She talked me into it! I'm happy that I did it. Chris took part of the piercing! She marked the holes! (My second ear holes are dedicated to you, dear friend Chris!) I was a bit of a chicken, since I totally forgot how it felt to get my ears pierced...it didn't hurt much...just a slight twinge...and that's it...just it has a lingering pain, nothing big though...(My mum has no idea I got my ears pierced again! I'm keeping my hair down for a while now...:D)

I never really liked Ayala before. I still prefer SM, but Ayala has pretty cool shops. I appreciate it now more and I can see myself hanging out there more often. Yet, I still do not like the crowd of people who are hanging out there...but, I love the shops...so it's ok... *smiles*

I had a great time yesterday...I'm glad that Chris, Balma (Even for a short period of time) and I got to hang out together. I really appreciate that...:D Lubshyooo guys! *hugs all around*

Picture

2005-03-07T17:31:00.000+08:00

Lourdes and I. Des, My bestest, best buddy in the whole wide world. Love her to pieces...

Goodbye my friend...

2005-03-07T15:58:00.000+08:00

My dear, dear, dear, deeeaaar friend Leslie will be leaving tomorrow for Cagayan. Then on the 14th, she'd be heading back to New York to her mum. *hugs* I'm so happy for her that she'll get to go back home, yet I'm saddened for the fact that she would be leaving this wretched place for good. *sigh*

Last Saturday, (last day of Finals, school is over, thank god), Bhebs, Gracie, Jian, Alsace, Rad2x (Leslie's BF) and I celebrated Leslie's late birthday party (Happy 20th girl!)/Farewell party at her Dad's place in Guadalupe.

We sang Karaoke, made fools out of our selves as we sang weird songs and ate lots.

It's always sad to say goodbye to somebody close to your heart. But as a friend, you have to understanding. And I understand that Leslie's got to go back home. And I'm more than happy for her, at least she wont experience STC's stupidity and this country's econmic instability, corruption, idiocy, pollution *breathes* and the whatnots.

I cannot believe the year has finally ended and I said goodbye to a close friend. Leslie and I shared so much over the year, we had much in common (our dislike towards Filipino, us being "imported" children, lol,) and now I wont have a partner anymore to share my tagalog frustrations...*Sigh*

We sang "Goodbye" By the Spice Girls. (Alsace, curse you for stimulating my emotional hormones! You made my bawl like a baby!) Of course, you have read right. I cried like a baby.

"Goodbye"
-Spice Girls

No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no,

Now listen little child,
there will come a day,
When you will be able, able to say,
Never mind the pain, or the aggravation,
You know there's a better way for you and me to be,

Look for the rainbow in every storm,
Fly like an angel, heaven sent to me,

Goodbye my friend,
I know you're gone, you said you're gone,
But I can still feel you here,
It's not the end,
Gotta keep it strong,
Before the pain turns into fear,

So glad we made it,
Time will never change it,no, no, no,
No, no, no, no,

Just a little girl, big imagination,
Never letting no one take it away,
Went into the world (into the world) what a revelation,
She found there's a better way, for you and me to be,

Look for the rainbow in every storm,
Find out for certain loves gonna be there for you, You'll always be someone's baby,

Goodbye my friend,
I know you're gone, you said you're gone,
But I can still feel you here,
It's not the end,
Gotta keep it strong,
Before the pain turns into fear,

So glad we made it,
Time will never change it, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no,
You know its time to say goodbye,
No, no, no, no,

The times when we would play about,
The way we used to scream and shout,
We never dreamt you'd go your own sweet way,

Look for the rainbow in every storm,
Find out for certain, love's gonna be there for you,You'll always be someone's baby,

Goodbye my friend,
I know you're gone, you said you're gone,
But I can still feel you here,
It's not the end,
Gotta keep it strong,
Before the pain turns into fear,

So glad we made it,
Time will never, never, ever change it,
No, no, no, no,
You know it's time to say goodbye,
No, no, no, no,
And don't forget you can rely,
No, no, no, no,
You know it's time to say goodbye,
And don't forget on me, you can rely,
No, no, no, no,
I will help you, help you on your way,
I will be with you everyday,
No, no, no, no,
I will be with you everyday,
No, no, no, no,
I will be with you everyday.

*sigh* I'm getting emotional again, just reading these lyrics...

Gah, Les. You're a special friend. I'll miss you....I'll miss you so much. *hugs* Take care of yourself...send me snow will you? I-LBC lang...lol...

Love you Les...lubshyoooo! *glomp*

*sigh* Lucky Leslie gets to head to NYC...I'm supposed to go to Germany by the 20th of March...yet I can not. Stupid CAP. Anybody know where I can purchase explosives so that I can blow up that money sucking joint? *laughs*

grins

2005-03-07T15:44:00.000+08:00

Just to let the general public know, I did not win the CSC elections. ^^ I'm happy with that, very happy. Balmie, you know why! *delighted laughter*

Veritas won all the seats. I'm happy that Chrissy won! *glomps Christian* She'll be a kick-ass Veep! *laughs*

I'm late with updates, I know. I should be put to jail for that...I'm procrastinating...sue me!

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2005-02-28T18:56:00.000+08:00

03.05.05: Edited due to certain reasons I wish not to explain...

...Balma, if you are interested to know why, :D, I'll tell you...

She won...she won...

I wanted ate Tyra to win...*sigh*

giggle

2005-02-25T10:11:00.000+08:00

I feel utterly stupid... dunno why...

Finals are next week, thank god. Everything will be over soon!

We went to the southern provinces on Monday in our Humanities class. It was so much fun, we ate a lot, and got to see various churches and buildings. :D Our focus was architecture, so you know, I loved it...Architecture was one of my top 5 things to study in college... hehehe

On Tuesday was the Meeting de Avance...dunno...it was scary...got the feeling lots of people were against us. *sigh*

On Wed., we did our Seniors Farewell and Awarding of Outstanding Mass Communicator. It was fun...the gang and I talked most of the time. ^^ I actually won 'Best Writer' for SY 2004-2005. ^^;; Never thought I'd get it...me, a first year... ^^;;

Yesterday...lol. My PE group and I practiced our dances for our PE class. I kept on saying that PE is already our major, so we should do good this time...nyehehehe...I had fun, practicing, I had fun groupmates...

Today...am planning on just bumming around. Studying for Theology...that's it...hehehe..

Oh! Forgot to mention...I'm happy, since Sun.Star will publish my article on the E-Mall event tomorrow....:D

..

2005-02-19T16:50:00.000+08:00

sigh...

groan...

sigh...

*Falls off chair* umphf...

Life is boring...am supposed to do my Filipino Book report, yet I'm to lazy to start...will do it later...

Went to SM with Lourdes, my favorite friend among the Mass Com first year pipz. We got too much in common...am so bloated, we ate so much. We did a food trip. Still have Murago Sushi downstairs...will eat it later... urgh...

My head hurts. Am pissed off at my PE groupmates...pfff...screw them. XD Lalala

The highs and lows

2005-02-17T23:22:00.000+08:00

Talk about a stupid week.

I'd like to describe the past frew day a 'rollercoaster ride made by the devil,'

On Saturday, Feb 12, spent the day with my fellow First Year MCO friends at Portofino. A day filled with fun, food, sun, beach, and sand and me getting flanked by this guy "Peter". And yeah, I did not even get a tan-line...I never get tanned. So frustrating....

Sundaym Feb 13, was a smashing day. Spent it at E-Mall, covering the "Pre-Valentine Show" which the Com 33 class planned. It was really fun!

On Valentines Day...I dunno...I felt a bit 'aggressive' that day. Dunno why...just felt like ripping people's heads off and being on a rampage... Dunno...I just...forget it...

Tuesday... dunno...I just felt really blank. I was in my "blah" mode... nothing special. Just felt really stupid...

Wednesday. Yesterday down right sucked. Got my grade in Theology, was ready to commit bloody murder. Did not push through of pushing teacher out the window, too many witnesses, wore heels which would not bode well if I decided to run. Instead, decided to make a fool out of myself and made everybody laugh. The class needed a bit of entertainment after receiving sucky grades.

Today. Again, my day sucked like hell. I feel totally pressurized, this time not in a good way. Assignments are pilling up, too many things to do, too little time. I feel like crying, yet find no tears. I lead a sad, sad life...

Did a big mistake today. I raised my voice and announced that I'm a double major student, majoring in PE and Theology. It so happened my theo prof. passed by...she might have over heared. Am worried that she might be pissed off tomorrow, my conscience is as thin as a strand of hair. I hate my conscience...damnit, as much as I want to dismiss it, it just leaves a big pang of guilt. Damn you. Talked with the professor though, she didn't seem too annoyed, (am not quite sure if that's her normal attitude), asked her if I could report something tomorrow, she readily agreed. I made my voice sound a bit scratchy, as a cover up. Dunno...I just hope she's not pissed off...please...

*sigh* so many things to do, so little time.

As of the moment, I'm making an article that I hope to submit to Sun.Star. Am hoping to send it to Myke tomorrow. I hope it'll get published. *sigh* Must finish it...it's late. Need to wake up at 5 Am...stupid life...

Fear

2005-02-08T19:44:00.000+08:00

I'm running for CSC Secretary...

...I'm so scared! >.
The thought of running does not scare me, I'm willing to run actually. (I'm more than happy to serve the student body,) It's just the thought of talking in front of everybody that scares the crap out of me...>.< I hope nobody asks me any questions...it's so amazingly scary! WAH!

Help!

...

2005-02-03T18:50:00.000+08:00

They're at it again. Fighting.

I can't take it anymore... I take it back, what I have said in my earlier entry. Things are starting to look bad for 2005. It utterly sucks.

I don't get it...they constantly fight.

Money, money, money...That's the thing they only know...*sigh* Father annoys me, mother annoys me...

Things are already packing up...

Psh.

2005-02-02T18:46:00.000+08:00

I feel stupid for my earlier entry. I never cursed so much in my life...or not, I don't know. (Who counts how much one curses?)

I'm over it, not going to Germany. No big deal anymore...

Am a bit busy lately. Articles to write, places to be, practices, projects, homework...blah, blah...

Life's bitter, nyahaha!

(Alsace: "MONOBROW!" Nyahahaha!)

iFucked up.

2005-01-28T19:06:00.000+08:00

Forgive the profanity that lies within. I'm pissed off, and if you know me, I speak so colorfully once pissed of.

I'm not going to Germany.

Fuck it.

Goddamnit! I want to destroy CAP insurance for destroying my dreams of returning to my beloved homeland. Everything is gone with the wind, everything. EVERYTHING! Damn YOU CAP!

CAP Insurance has gone bankrupt, no money left for its scholars. CAP's High officers are to be placed in Jail and CAP will up for sale.

I hate CAP. I hate that everything went done the drain. I hate it.

It's frustrating. I can't go to Germany because we now have to pay for my OVERLY EXPENSIVE tution for a fucked-up school and ass of a dean. (Die Harry POtter! DIE!)

I wanted to go Home so badly...fuck it. I can't. Now I have to wait after I graduate before I can get home. After I graduate, I'm never coming back. Philippine companies are handled by idiots, greedy assholes.

I understand it completely, that I can't go to Germany, I really do. However, it's a bit frustrating, since I have been looking forward to leave this damn country for a couple of weeks and now I can't. Fuck it. I completely understand my father, and it's actually alright...but still, for a tinsy bit, it hurts. damn you CAP!

I just hope CAP will pay up...if not. *laughs* I'm leaving STC! Nyahaa! Good-bye fucked up school! Good-bye Harry-Potter-Ninja-Turtle! I'd be transfering to UP if that would happen...

It's frustrating...but somewhat, after talking with a friend, I'm over it. I think...but still, I want to go on a killing rampage...

020305-edited due to profanity reasons...nyahaha! I crack myself up when I'm on a rampage. Damn you CAP!

2005-01-17T11:44:00.000+08:00

So far, for the year 2005 things have been looking up for me.

I'm happy with the response I got with my New Year f.fic "Namelss face" on ff.net. Got great reviews, and I'm quite happy ow it turned out. I actually thought I was begining to suck in the fandom area, since I haven't been writing for months. *sigh* Need to brush up here and there, but still, it went alrigt, ne minna?

As of late, I haven't been feeling well. Got the sniffles, horrible, horrible sniffles. (In a matter of days, I went through two toilet paper rolls, and an entire 8 pack tissues. Talk about a running nose,) And am experiencing certain pains on my body, if pains presist, I might consult a doctor. (Those 'pains' might just be because of me having my period...I hate having my period, such a hassle,)

I'm glad that I declined the offer of assisting SKY CABLE and CEBU 28! NETWORK in their coverage of the SINULOG 2005. In my personal opinion, it was just a total waste of time, money and effort. People are partying while other people halfway around the globe are suffering. Typical. (I'll do a write up on my SINULOG opinion in my next entry,)

I'm happy to report that my plans of leaving the country will push through. I would be leaving for FRANKFURT, GERMANY on March 19/20 (undecided) or April 13, depending if I have won a slot at the UP Baguio National Writers' Workshop. I am actually hoping that I would not win, since then I could leave earlier and spend more time in Germany.

WARNING: I might NOT return.

Again, that is a BIG MIGHT. That is depending how my remaining college days of this semester would turn out. If things turn out like crap, then I wont return. If something turns up brightly for me, then I would come back. I'm not yet quite sure, since I would be searching for POTENTIAL Universities in Germany during my stay to focus more on my future career on Journalism and Creative Writing. (I am hoping to get a Minor in Linguistics,)

I'm very excited. I would be living in SANDHOFEN, with a ubber cool family. I just met them on Saturday, and they were so much fun! They own a farm in Sandhofen and they promised me a job there! I'd be earning money! *KACHINGGG!* 3.50 Euros an hour, which roughly is P266 when converted, and I'd work for 2-4 hours. This is fairly well, considering I would be working on a farm.

Not only that, but I am promised a tour to the various PRINT OUTLETS in Germany! It's a dream come true! Mr. Sigfried told my dad there might be possibilities that I could get a job there too! He said the Print Media in Germany are in need for Foreign Correspondents, and since I am a student it would be nice to read from a student's point of view! GAH! I'm hoping that would turn out alright! I can't wait for that!

I'm also looking forward to see all the attractions in Germany. The Zoos, the Museums (One got PRESERVED HUMAN BEINGS in Formalin...), the Planetariums...wah! I'm so excited! And the Flea Market! My favorite shopping place ever! (It's a market that sells Cheap used stuff, NOT actualy fleas... :D)

*sigh* I can't wait until February, by then I can already book my flight. And then March...YEY!!!

If ever I'd come back, I'm still contemplating wheter or not to celebrate my 18th Birthday in Germany or here in the Philippines. I will talk that one over with my dad, if he says that we might do a celebration (a tiny one, friends only party) then I'd come back before May 12, if not...we'll see...but Zen and Kristy, my buddies....*sigh* We'll see, wont we?

I'm so excited!

New Year, new start, new hope

2005-01-01T11:43:00.000+08:00

Happy New Year minna!

2004 has been an amazing year for me. For the past days, I have been looking back to the yaer that was, and came up with a list that made 2004 such a great year.

Early 2004...

...had my Junior-Senior Prom. I hate to admit this, but it was, nice. *shudders* Even though my partner was such an...an...idiot. I had a blast, and I know this will be used for blackmail...but...I even got nominated as Ms. Congeniality. So there. Blackmail away!

...did amazing stuff with my Peer Facilitator and Campus Ministry members. As I was president/chairman of both organizations, I saw to it that we did as many things as we could with my remaining months of term. Such wonderful times. (I love service, I love serving the public...such a fulfilling job being an officer.)

...graduated. On March 20, 2004, I graduated with flying colors (Honor roll student and outstanding student blah-blah award). It was the most heart wrenching thing ever. I said good-bye to year old friends that day. First time that I actually cried over saying good-bye. (I actually cried due to the fact that I would be seeing less of my bestest-best buddy Michael.

...got a summer job. Worked as a secretary at an architecture firm. *twitch, twitch* pay wasn't that bad. Got free meals, free internet service and free air-con all for just arranging things, answering the phone and typing stuff. (THough, translating manuscripts from GERMAN to ENGLISH was no piece of cake.)

Mid 2004

...started college in the last school I ever expected to enroll. In an all Girls School. *twitch, twitch* If I had my way, I still would have gone to UP. Though, stupid UP had their tests in August...how the hell was I supposed to know that. Regrets so far? Don't ask.

...things turned out ok at STC. Got to sign up for The STAR(literary mag), which is utterly AMAZING. *dreamy sigh* Opened my eyes to the world of writing for a magazine, which seems super. (Plus, our editor is amazing to boot!) Also signed up for the The CATALYST (students' publication) , which is okay, I guess.

...went on a couple of overnights! The best was the overnight layouting session for the Star mag. Was a great learning experience for me. (Again, a great eye opener for working for a Magazine...)

...was able to join a couple of workshops regarding different fields of Mass Communication. I especially enjoy talks regarding various fields of Journalism. :D

...won a fellowship to the 21st Annual Cornelio Faigao Writing Workshop. It was an amazing experience. It was a dream come true for me that PUBLISHED WRITERS critiqued my short story and actually LIKED it! It was surreal I tell you, surreal!

Late 2004

...helped in the production of Karoling, a stage play produced by STC's CSC. Was a great learning experience.

...Alsace and I finished the First Year's script "One Week Notice," which we might present on February. (The two of us had a blast writing it,)

I guess that raps it up. Yes, there are a lot more wonderful experience that happened. If you guys are interested, just look through my archives. :D

Happy New Year everybody!

Merry Christmas...I think?

2004-12-25T00:07:00.000+08:00

20 Minutes ago, I thought I would go to bed dreaming of the Chocolate Biscotti I have yet to bake.

20 Minutes ago, my headache began.

20 Minutes ago, I slowly dozed off into dreamland, dreaming of said Chocolate Biscotti.

20 Minutes go, the whole neighborhood blew up.

As I now sit infront of this demented thing called my PC, I realize that half of my already impaired hearing is damaged. Also, I have come to realization of how my family and I are closely realted to the 'Grinch'

Outside my window, the blasting continues. Judas' Belts, Fountains, Whistle Bombs, those triangle thingies, the whatnots...all going "kablewey". Yet here in the Baumgart residence we have yet to set up our christmast tree.

My family is never fond of traditions, yet plan to join any tradition in the far future. Father sees it as a load of bull, mother hears it too loud and for me...well, I see it a bit to pricey.

Our home is quiet, void of any christmas lights, of any decor or any midnight feast.

I have to admit, Christmas in the Philippines sucks.

For one thing, it's hot.

For another, there's no snow.

And let me tell you, Christmas is not Christmas without snow.

I guess, the entire family is feed up with christmas here. When we first arrived here, we still had this sort of "party" thing going on. A tiny feast, and that's it. And yeah, we had the tree, the wreath, lights even! And we even had a porcelain stable that would glow in the dark and emit fragrant fumes. Yet, as the years progressed, things changed. Year by year, something would be taken away from the tradition. First the smelly stable, the wreath, next the lights, then the tiny feast, and just this year, the tree.

I miss Christmas in Germany. I miss the cold weather, the snow, the REAL Pine tree for an X-mas tree (one of ours actually BURNED down one night. We use real candles!), and most of all, I miss my old friends.

I remember the last christmas I spent in germany. Our apartment was already bare, there was NOTHING left as we were ready to leave the place for the philippines. In my feeble attempt to celebrate Christmas one last time, I made a Christmas tree out of green cartolina. We had to stick it into a slit of our window so that the poor thing didn't collapse. My dad helped in sticking it into the window slit. The three of us have a picture with my pathetic tree. I miss that Christmas...we were a whole family that day. A whole family. A whole family. A whole family...

I miss my life in Germany...that's the bottom line...

Life is horrible. Especially when it robes you of the ability to text people during Christmas. Since I was abducted by horrible PINK aliens and my load was stolen, as they thought it was some sort of ancient money left by their forefathers - who by the way were GREEN. I am left with no choice to greet the people who were loving enough to text me during these hours a MERRY CHRISTMAS! Lubshu pipol!

Rizza - sheesh...ka lalum sa imong text message uy! Merry Christmas...
Cheryl - samot! Grabe, sa kalalum sa Bisaya... Merry X-mas!
Vida - thanks gurl...Merry Christmast sad, (I think! ngek...hehehe...[inside joke])
Twinkle - Merry Christmas pud
Nancy - messages need not to be 'nindot', as long I hear a 'beep' followed with ur name on it, that's all that matters. Thank you sad, for everything. Merry Christmas.
Ritchel - Merry Christmas inday...
Joharra - Jo...inday...Merry Christmas...salamat sa tanan...
Jobany - Ikaw, nagparamdam na dyud ka! Thanks again for the great Faigao experience, and the great 'Tagay' adventure! NYahaha! Merry Christmas my prend! (hoi! Atong outing!)
J-R - thanks for brightening my life...Merry Christmas.
Sheena - SUS! Si Mameng! Salamat ha, for everything...Merry Christmas...
ED - Salamat sa picture message....Merry Christmas, I wish you all the best with the Campus Movers, I know you can do it!

Wala lang

2004-12-09T20:05:00.000+08:00

Only one thing to say:

Laziness should be considered a CRIME!

I hate being lazy...somebody kick me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Appendicitis

2004-12-08T19:14:00.000+08:00

Ramble:

I really appreciate Doc (Martina). She's one of the most friendliest, nicest, and everything sweet and pink (purple in her case) people I have ever met. For the past nights, she's been calling me and talking with me. I really appreciate that. She actually really brightens my day, :D since I share a lot in common with her. She is actually the first friend to call me and do what the pinoys call 'telebabad'. :D I'm not very talkative, so it took a lot to make me talk. :D But I have fun always talking with Doc.

Just moments ago, she called me again. I shared to her that my right side was hurting and am thinking it was appendicitis. She immediately springs into action and does the 'doctor' talk. I took her advise and told my dad about my slight pains. He also instantly springs into action and tries to use his doctor know-how. I ended up laughing as he tried to apply pressure...turns out I don't have appendicitis. (I'm a very, very, very, VERY ticklish person...just the thought of somebody have the intention of tickling me makes me laugh. :D) He says not to worry. Though if pain presists until tomorrow morning, we'll consult a doctor.

I have finished my short story entry for the UP Baguio contest. Will do final tweaking for errors and stuff...:D I'm glad how it turns out. The end is my favorite part. :D

Prelims are next week. I can't wait for the tests...I love test taking...:D

PS: Tonight is CSI night! Me luv CSI...:D

Down, down, down, down...

2004-12-05T18:48:00.000+08:00

Just when I thought I reached happiness, I get hit by a curveball. Yupdi-dodi-do...psh.
And just when I thought I've reached rock bottom...I'm fortunate enough to fall into a bottomless pit of depression.

I feel afraid. Afraid that this semester I wont be doing so well. I feel so incompetent. So useless. I dunno...I guess i have once again fallen into depression state that a psychiatrist friend told me about. *sigh*

I have this fear towards my Fil. 2 subject. I feel I have given nothing yet. I have this fear that I would get bad grades, that I would not make it. *sigh* I must over come these fears. I must...

I feel lonely once more. Alone...so alone... I miss you...come back. Please... It feels useless to cry...but then again, I forgot how to cry. It's been months since I last shed a tear. Months. It's true...what are emotions good for anyway? I don't understand them anyway.

The play is over. It was a success. I'm happy for everybody. Yet, I will miss the practices. The late night rides, the dinners with Twinkle at Dimsum, the air of the theater, the air of anticipation. But I know, we first years will do our best this February with our play. We must...

It's frustrating. I have finished my News article for Manna. Just when I was about to send it to her...I realize I have lost my copy of her e-mail addy. I feel stupid at the moment for my memory loss. I hate what I have done to myself.

I feel so tired...lonely...lonely...lonely...

Happy, for once

2004-11-28T18:39:00.000+08:00

I'm quite happy for the past few days. I got encouraging e-mails from reviewers regarding my stories, and I'm hoping I can pick up where I left soon. (Yey!) D-two really helped me with my writers block as she gave me one amazing review. I owe her a lot now, since she really gave me an inspiring review for my story "The dance of the shadows". I'm happy that The Star came out. I'm happy for all the writers, fotogs and the Editors, esp. Nancy, that we finally have seen our product. I am happy since I saw the play "Hans Christian Andersen must be Filipino!", It was such an inspiring play. I am happy since I finally believe that me and my dad are on stable grounds again.

I am happy because I finally have started to write a new short story. Tentatively entitled "Darkness of the Past", I am planning to add this short story to my entry for the UP-Baguio writers workshop. Hopefully I can make it before the deadline. Here's an exerpt:

The paneled bamboo floor creaked under the pressure of the human weight. The creaking was the only thing that filled the stillness of the night, casting an eerie atmosphere to the already creepy night. Hazel eyes eyed the sparsely light room with apprehension.

The room held a sense of mystery with its rich deep green, blue and violet draperies that covered the windows, shutting out the outside world. Shimmering stings of beads hung off the ceiling of the doorway; they danced slightly as she passed through them. Old books filled an entire bookcase; books with odd titles caught her eye. Strange objects littered one table in the far corner of the room. Covered in a striking crimson tablecloth, the table held various out of the ordinary objects. In the middle of the room, stood a small circular table with two chairs on either side. On top, lay more abnormal objects.

She cast a weary glance at the knives, orbs, sticks, cards and strange herbs in the room. The thick air was getting to her, and the burning incense was nauseating. With two wobbly strides, she sat down on the old chair and studied the table. It was clothed in a dark blue silk linen tablecloth with golden stars and crescent moons embroidered on it.

The story has certain mystical/witchcraft activities that I have learned and studied over the year. I am hoping that this story will turn out right. This will probably be one of my darker themed stories, far different from the comical and sarcastic stories I usually write. And it will hold some romance! *gasp* :D

I am still debating what time I'll be going tomorrow to the play "Bus Terminal", at 4:30 or 7:00 Pm.

I am actually very excited to write again. The play "Hans Christian Andersen must be Filipino" has left me dreaming once more. Perhaps someday, I might be a playwright. Nyahaha. I can dream. I loved the play. I love tackling social issues. I wish I could see more plays. The play really has left me dreaming about the theater.

What the?!

2004-11-21T17:19:00.000+08:00

I can't believe my eyes.

I checked my profile after 48 years, and to my surprise I find a link to a website. I distinctly remember of NOT putting a link to a website in my profile. So for curiosity reasons, I hovered my mouse over the link.

My heart stopped.

Eyes grew wide as saucers.

My blood ran cold.

It was a sex website link.

For the record, that was not my site. Never in my entire life would I actually enter such lewd sites. I read the link, did not enter upon reading the word 'hot' and 'nude'.

I am blaming blogger.com for these changes of my profile. Somebody hacked into my account and placed a link to a lewd website. Lewd links should not be allowed.

I am here to announce to the public to constantly change their passwords. Or else you all will fall victim to hackers who will try to modify something in your blog.

This is an outrage. Who ever put that lewd link in my profile's website link, I hope your hair falls out and you rot in hell. I'm pissed off. NOBODY PUTS LEWD LINKS IN MY PROFILE! damn you.

I apologize to the people who ever crossed path with the lewd link in my profile. Again, that link was not mine. I am sorry.

...nyahaha!...

2004-11-18T22:19:00.000+08:00

Ha! Triumphant at last! Finally finished the article Mme. Castaneda (too lazy to do the N with the squiggly line thing...in fact, I don't even know the short cut key...tehehe) wanted me to do. This reminds me, to keep my mouth shut when I agree on something regarding a social issue, or I'll see myself doing yet another article for her. *sigh* But it's ok for me...at least I'm writing.

Am done for the day, finished everything. I e-mailed the press release to nancy minutes ago, finished the article, finished the PE numbers for my group...yep, yep...I did it!

Things I MUST not forget. Things I MUST bring tomorrow:
1. The poems from the Faigao workshop. Balma will stab me with a fork if I wont bring those...
2. The diskette with the PE numbers. There are four of them and one of me...if I'll forget that...*gulp*
3. The CDs for the PE presentation. Again, the odds.
4. Joharra's VCDs. Garfield rocks. My all time favorite Finding Nemo rocks.
5. The article Mme. Castaneda wants. *sigh* I need to bring that.

Failure to bring any of the above, entitles the masses to bash me. *sigh*

PS: My vocal chords feel like an elephant sat on them. As much as I like Humanities 1, can't we skip the singing part? Why can't I be an alto and live the simple life? *sigh*

High heeled pain, gowns and emceeing

2004-11-15T16:10:00.000+08:00

Stilettos should be banned from society. They are health hazards. Why on earth do we women have to wear these painful contraptions on social gatherings, where in fact we know that in the end we only get sore feet and nothing in return? Did I miss that lapse in time, where the higher and thinner the heel is and more painful looking the entire stiletto strature is, it boosts your social stature? Have I been living under a rock? No...I've been living on the rock, with more comfortable/sane stilettos. Who ever says the saying, "No pain, no gain", I'll kill you.

Social gatherings have never been my thing, especially if they gather people from EVERY social class. With the dominant posh people...I hurl by the end of the evening. The point is, wearing a gown, stilettos and cakes of make-up is NOT my thing. Oh right, I already repeated that. So redundant. Nyaa! But since yesterday was the Debut of a close friend of mine, (HS Classmate), server of many assignments and a random cheatmate *cough, cough*, I felt more than oblidged to go. In other words, if I didn't go, I'd be dead meat.

The thing about Filipinos is, that they have no sense of time. This is something I have learned within the first months of my stay here in the Philippines. Initially, I vowed to myself to strangle every late person I'd encounter within my life here on the Philippines, however, I soon realized that I'd be killing off the ENTIRE Philippine civilization. I don't want to be convicted of mass murder...yet. Going back to the party, it took a while before the thing actually started. Dancers were late, dressed needed to be fixed and another layer of make-up had to be applied. (I swear, some where planning to plant an entire garden on their faces...I wonder how they REALLY looked.)

I actually did NOT join the dancing! NYAHAHAHA! It was amazing...people realized that I was a MassCom stude, so they kicked me off the dance floor and promoted me as the Emcee of the night. *delightful laughter* No dancing! :D :D :D Though my part was a bit tiring too, Had to stand around for more than two hours *winces* thus my complaints earlier about stilettos. Go figure.

When the disco rolled around...I was ready to run home, despite the painful throbbing of my feet. Again, I may point out to the entire public, that these kind of events are not my thing. Luckily enough, my two friends decided to go home as well, so the entire public was spared from mass murder.

The party was insanely stiff, My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. My throat hurts from announcing so many people, so many different "18-this and that" parts, neck hurt from constantly nodding in approval...gah.

The party was actually scheduled for today, but the organizer called me up saturday night and said there were change of plans. So they did it yesterday...lucky for me I bought that gift last saturday. :D

I had fun playing emcee. My feet STILL hurt from standing and I'm still dog tired. Best part of the night? D-I-N-N-E-R.

The "idiot" convo

2004-11-11T20:41:00.000+08:00

Lol. Had an IM convo with a good writer friend of mine. It was fun, so I decided to post it. *laughs* Just to let you know, BitchyWorldDictator is me and Alucard is Celia, my friend. She doesn't know about this posting...lol, if she did, she'd kill me.

Alucard: Meow!
BitchyWorldDictator: Rwarf!
Alucard: Idiot
BitchyWorldDictator: ugh...thank you?
Alucard: Did you just do what I think you did?
BitchyWorldDictator: Wha?
Alucard: *rolls eyes* Never mind.
BitchyWorldDictator: Lol
Alucard: *raises fist* Beth-chan! *threatens*
BitchyWorldDictator: *Stuffs Celia's moutch with smelly gym sock* SHHH! Don't say my name here! Somebody might here you! *shifts eyes suspiciously*
Alucard: Idiot! *throws gym sock back, gags* Nobody will hear you!
BitchyWorldDictator: You never know when some of the ff.net readers might find me...*shudders* Fangirls...
Alucard: *nodds head* Fangirls are idiots.
BitchyWorldDictator: Is idiot the only word you know right now?
Alucard: Idiot!
Alucard: Idiot!
Alucard: Of course not...idiot. *grins*
BitchyWorldDictator: *laughs*
Alucard: Ne, niichan...I wanna ask you something
BitchyWorldDictator: Shoot...
Alucard: When will you update FAND?
BitchyWorldDictator: O.o...
BitchyWorldDictator:....
BitchyWorldDictator: *falls off chair...dead*
Alucard: *sweat drop* I take that as it'll be a long time before I see an update.
BitchyWorldDictator: *laughs sheepishly*
Alucard: *pouts* You're supposed to be my 'mentor'!
BitchyWorldDictator: 'Mentor' is such a strong word imouto...I shouldn't be considered as a teacher for the fiction fandom area...how about, say, friendly adviser?
Alucard: So you got an updating deficiency...I got the chickenpox right now...
BitchyWorldDictator: O.o;;;; Chickenpox?!
Alucard: *shrugs* I'm 16, I have 'em now...so what?
BitchyWorldDicator: I never had the mumps...just to let you know. *grins*
Alucard: Idiot.
BitchyWorldDicatator: Hey! Respect the elderly! ^_^
Alucard: Granny!
BitchyWorldDictator: *annoyed twitch* Why you....
Alucard: Gomen nasai!
BitchyWorldDicator: *sigh* Idiot.
Alucard: *grins*

lol...that made no sense at all...hehehe...go us!

About meeeee!

2004-11-11T20:24:00.000+08:00

THREE NICKNAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Beth
2. Liz
3. Lissie

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Postive thinker
2. My constant laughter...
3. REALIST!

THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My forgetfulness
2. My klutziness
3. My bluntness...

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:
1. Why am I here?
2. Why do we lower our heads when we walk in the rain? We are getting wet, what's the point?
3. Why is the world round?

THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:
1. Young Children
2. People who talk non-sense
3. People who can't focus

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Clowns
2. Dolls
3. Pictures of Old People, Children, Clowns, Dolls...etc.

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Books
2. Pen
3. Notebooks

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS: (right now?)
1. Everybody's Fool - Evanescence
2. Broken - Evanescence
3. Lies - Evanescence

THREE PEOPLE YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:
1. My classmates...
2. My old HS teachers...
3. The people from the different organizations I joined.
I know...those aren't three people...but, I like to generalize.

THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T DO:
1. Fly...obviously.
2. I can't sing for the world.
3. I can't dance for the world.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Writing! WRITING! WRITING!
2. Doing leadership stuff...
3. Doing things...anything.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW:
1. A boarding room next to the school.
2. A diskman...
3. My own car

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. WORLD DICTATOR!
2. Journalist
3. Advocate for Wild Animals! I love Lions! ROAR!

THREE PLACES YOU WOULD GO ON VACATION:
1. Germany! Home sweet home...
2. USA...
3. England, though it has crappy wheater...there's still the literature!

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Get my novel done
2. Do an animal rights documentary
3. Go to Africa

2004-11-08T19:15:00.000+08:00

Another painful ride home. Spent 1:30 hours on the road. Now am suffering from eye strains and test blues.
Am more than willing to drop a bomb at Consolacion.

Still need to read my humanities book...6 wonderful chapters. Yep...I am a happy camper.
I feel totally crapy right now. I want to drop dead right now...*sigh*

I'm not complaining in the line of my education, because I enjoy it. I have nothing against my schedule. I just wish I live closer to the school and not on the ass of Cebu. *sigh*

Plus, drivers here are complete inconsiderate idiots. Period. Pea-brained, single celled fungus drivers! Damn you! How dare you drive haphazardly on the road, creating whirls of dust and try to squeaze into every tiny opening while in bumper-to-bumper traffic? I felt like laughing when I saw the road sign "Sundin mo ang batas ng trapiko(sp?)" THERE ARE TRAFFIC RULES HERE?! Holy cow...there are? My dear traffic enforcers, you call risky overtaking, U-turns, parking everywhere, loading-unloading areas, squeazing into tiny traffic gaps RULES? Damnit! Those are friggin' rules! FYI: Rules are speed limits on EVERY ROAD! Damn you traffic people! Rules are FORCED (this is the only way Filipino people learn, you have to force everything) Jeepney stops. Rules are NEW TRAFFIC SIGNS! BETTER ROADS, while I'm at it, CLEAN ROADS! SIDEWALKS! LESS PEOPLE! And lastly, PORPER POLICEMEN! You know, the kind that actually would give out speeding tickets? Oh right, even the policemen are driving like idiots.

Bottom line? The road life here, S-u-c-k-s.

Period.

Hah. I'm pissed. I know. Thank you.

Links to my literary pieces:
http://www.fictionpress.com/~licnep
http://www.thedanceoftheshadows.blogspot.com

Pre-Birthday Bash and Going home

2004-11-06T17:52:00.000+08:00

Kristy, Zen (me: "Zenith growth!") and I gave Coleen a pre-birthday party earlier today. After I gracefully stumbled in NBS while complaining of being hungry, we decided to go to Robinsons and throw a Eating Party for Co. (Me: "Coke? Who's Coke?" Zen: *laughs "Co oi!" Me: "Co?!" Zen: *whacks my head* "Coleen gud!")

To say we behaved like wack jobs would be the understatement of the year.
Since none of us got sufficient amount of money for individual meals to share, we decided to throw our money together and share everything. So we literally threw in our money. (And yes, we were the loudest bunch in the foodcourt.)

Here's an excerpt of the Pre-birthday Bash:

Zen: *hording us towards a table* Mag plano ta!
Me: *blink, blink* I-plano pa diay nang kaon?
Zen: *crazy laugh* O oi!Me: Ngek!
Coleen: *serious* What's the plan girls?
Kristy: *ignores Zen crazy laughter, points at roast chicken* Kana o! Tag 40 ra!
Me: *squints* Asa ba? (The stalls is 3 meters away from us...) AH! Lagi...40? 45 lagi na...
Zen: *whacks my head* Nag glasses ka dira, buta pa gihapon. 40 o!
Me: Ehehe...*stupid laugh*
Zen: *pocker face* Ipagawas ang diyes!
Others: *confused look* Ha?
Zen: *throws her 20 peso bill in the middle of the table* diyes beh!
Others: *throw in their money*
Coleen: *shouts* Piso! Piso! Mga piso dira!
Me: *laughs* Here o! *pulls out random coins*
Kristy: *giggles insanely* Oh kani...mao ni siya ang manok *pulls aside the two 20 peso bills* Coleen: Kwarta pa man na!
Kirsty: *laughs insanely* Manok lagi na!
Me: *insane grin* Manok lagi na!
Coleen: Kwarta----!
Zen: PUSO! *pulls out more piso coins*
Kristy: *begins to count how many puso we would eat*
Coleen: *counts money* two-four-blah, blah...*shouts* Kuwangan ug piso!
Zen: *pulls out a couple of 5 cents* O!
Me: Drinks diay? *pulls out 20 pesos* Oh! Puni ninyo!
Zen: *again, pulls out coins* Puni ug dos! *goes back in counting the puso money*
Coleen: Dos o! *add her two pesos*
Me: Naa pa diay koy piso! Puso o!
Zen: Dili man ni 25 cents! *grabs the 3 5 cents coins from the growing pile of coins* Ambi na imo piso! *gets my piso coin* Sakto na ni para puso! *triumphant smile, plus laughter*
Me: *eyes the pile of money in the middle of the table* THINKS: We look like we're gambling...
Me: *shouts* Thizizit! That's the GAME PLAN!!!!!
Coleen: Game plan!

As we were getting more and more weird stares from our fellow foodcourt eaters, we gave out the tasking on who was going out to buy what. Yep, we planned everything. Hehe. We were rather loud, laughing at nearly everything. In the end, we had loads of food, ranging from the chicken, Dugo-Dugo to shanghai rolls. We shared two plates, and it was the best meal I ever had. Nothing beats lunch with GREAT friends and insane laughter.

Too bad none of us have those technologically weird Camera phones, as we were goofing off in nearly every other store. The 99 store was one of our badly injured victims. Due to sugar intoxication, we all behaved odder than usual. Since the 99 store still believes it was Halloween, they still were selling Halloween hats. Coleen and I ended up wearing every hat, ranging from a pink cow to a huge pumpkin smilely.

I therefore conclude, that Coleen's Pre-Birthday Bash was a success! And thus we shall await tomorrow...:)

BREAKING NEWS:

I'm" going back to Germany!

Yes! I can't believe it! After 8-something years, I'm finally going home! Yes! I'm still in nirvana at the moment, as I savor the thought.

I'M" GOING HOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

It would be happening next year, on April of 2005/or by the end of March (SPRING TIME IN GERMANY! YES!). I would be staying there for three weeks with some German family! And, the cherry on top? NO PARENTS! I'm going alone!

I can't believe my dad is actually allowing me to go alone! *bows at Dad* All hail thee!

I don't know yet if I can take summer classes at STC, if not, then I would be taking a summer course of either Scriptwriting or Directing at the Film School in May!

WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I'm going home! Finally! At last!

...gah!...

2004-11-04T19:39:00.000+08:00

I arrived from school exactly 20 minutes ago. Currently I feel:

1. Pained, my eyes hurt like hell. (I find myself stupid for using the computer right now, I should rest. Stupid me.)
2. I got a major headache, due to my eyes.
3. Totally tired. I endured 1 1/2 hours of traffic.
4. To sum it all up....I feel like shit.

Am planning to go to my Opto. either tomorrow or Saturday. THIS HAS TO STOP! I'm driving myself crazy with this pain. If he can't give me better advice, I would be consulting somewhere else. Might as well go to CDC while I'm at it.

I did my good deed for the year, just to let you guys know. Apparently, this grade three kid got left behind from her Service, and the poor kid didn't have anybody else to go with. So I let her hitch a ride with us. She looked a bit down and sad, so yeah, I let her ride. Dropped her off at the Canduman intersection. Heh. My horns have grown a milimeter smaller!

gah...I'm going to bed now.

PS: Bush annoys me. Kerry annoys me.
Should I send out my congratulations to Bush? Hell no. If you ask if I'd congratulate if Kerry had won, still...Hell no. Why? Bush is strong, but he lacks, uhh, brains. Kerry is nice, but he lacks strength. Both talk the talk, yet neither walk the talk.

"We are happy to report that we were ONE LETTER OFF in finding Weapons of Mass Destruction! They are in IRAN not in IRAQ! ONE LETTER OFF, man!" - a (somewhat) excerpt of The Late Night Show with Conan O'Brian regarding Bush's attempt of finding WoMD.

And so it begins

2004-11-04T07:32:00.000+08:00

I have somewhat 3 hours left before my sembreak is officially over. Hehehe. NatScie 5, here I come...tehehe.

Ugh...bored.

psh.

2004-10-28T15:10:00.000+08:00

I woke up to a tiny Earthquake. Lol. Just a tiny one. It was actually a nice wake up call.

Today's the Fiesta of Consolacion. I'm supposed to go actually, cheer on Zen's cousin in the Ms. Con pagent and then sleep at Zen's place. But I've decided I wont go.

I'm not feeling so good at the moment. My head hurts, and my eyes are strained again. (AGAIN!!!) I really want to go though, but I fear I wont last long in the crowd.

As much as I want to have a couple of drinks with my friends and walk around the street, I fear I migt rip off heads. There are just too many people, too loud music and to little space to walk on. (Again the sidewalk issue!) And there is that issue with money...I fear I might spend too much again...*sigh*

And, my supernatural abilities are telling me it's going to rain...I love the rain, don't get me wrong. I love getting wet and looking all apathetic and all, but I rather do it in the safety of my garden than worrying of slidding on the streets and falling into some manhole or whatnot. Sheesh...

And besides, I just bought some Nescafe Ice...YUM! I will do the move later on! Nyahahaha!

Death to my PC...Die stupid thing! D-I-E!

2004-10-25T19:56:00.000+08:00

I have finally concluded that my stupid computer is a piece of crap.

Why, oh, why do you ask? Well for one thing, a computer does not give you freaky dialogue boxes one after another announcing internal errors and whatnots. It does not constantly hang up on you while your on the net, (or offline for that matter) and it does not make stupid sounds.

Does anybody know the number for the wrecking crew? Might as well get this over and done with. *pulls out her infamous mallet, and pounds her computer*

My day was alright. I got partially enrolled today. Why partially? Well our school is so poor, as it has used up our inhumane tution fees, and used only ONE friggin' printer to print our grades. ONE! They possess no sense of organization, no sense of planning and no sense of time...thank you administration people for wasting my afternoon waiting for my grades. Sheeshhh.

My brain feels as if it was pulled out and stepped on. When I sit up, everything swims. It's either that, or my brain is spinning around. Gah. My head hurts...psh...

Am planning to go to San Roque tomorrow. Nyahahaha! Me and Alsace will "visit" our school and cause some mayhem...Hehehe.

FYI...

2004-10-22T13:12:00.000+08:00

I joined NaNoWriMo, a contests where one has to squeeeeeeeeeeze out the literary juices of their brains and write a 50,000 word novel within the month of November. I will hate myself more after the month of november...I WANT to reach the 50,000 word count goal! I WANT! (Yes, I will kill myself afterwards...) My novel is posted in my other blog, (see my profile.) Writing starts on November 1....i will kill myself on November 30...pah!

50,000 words...here I come!

Wish me luck...

Chronicles of the Insane I

2004-10-21T17:58:00.000+08:00

Spawn of the Witch.

Shssshhh…

I got a secret to share.
It’s so hair raising, so blood-chilling, so grisly…you wanna scream ‘mama’ afterwards!

“I eat children,”

Shsssshhh…. don’t tell. I am the great-great-great grand daughter of the wicked witch what’s-her-name who wanted to eat Hansel and Gretel for dinner.

Seriously though, I don’t like children. Sure, those snotty-nosed, dribble chinned, monsters are cute in their own little right, but please…stay.away.from.me. (is that punctured enough?)

Children aged 3-7-ish should be banned from public places. Those things are monsters. These tiny creatures run around the place like wild, making strange noises and making even stranger smells. I nearly tripped over a 4 year old today, and I will not be held responsible if I actually did step on the kid.

Why do you ask I possess little patience for children or for any pea-brained human being that matter? Well for one, I remember vividly how a 5 year old boy used me as target practice for his Bb gun one time while I still attended church (Partly the reason why I quit going to church, little tots there in the parish church are monsters!). I had a pink forehead for a day. Another reason was the time where a kid bit me. If the kid’s bones weren’t fully developed, I would have bitten back. Lucky kid. And they are hazards for us pedestrians who are minding their own business while walking. I forgot the times how often I tripped over children…and they always come out unscathed.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate children. If I did, that would equal to hating myself, since I was a –gasp– child once too. (As unbelievable as it may sound, I was not born this way…insanity has to be developed over the years.)

In short, I just can’t stand to be in the presence of younger children with the attention span of an ant.

Now excuse me while I –----- “Ohhh! A shiny object!”

The “Concrete” Story

I love walking. It’s one of my favorite pastimes in the, well, past.

Past, yes. In Germany I used to walk to school, to the mall, to the market, to the city (yes, I used to walk to the city, it was far, but I didn’t care…) and to every other place imaginable. Why do you ask did I walk and not get a cab?

Well, because we have sidewalks.

I don’t think I have ever seen a decent sidewalk here in the Philippines. Either the sidewalks are laden with tiny stands that make walking impossible and they are cramped with so many people that could suffocate you (Colon) or they are nonexistent and are made of asphalt and jeepneys drive over them causing a tornado of dust (every other road imaginable). Or they are so uneven that gravity has a field day on you and you fall flat on your face when you’re wearing sneakers. (Again, Colon)

While walking across the street of the CAP building, I try to keep my balance as I walk on the broken concrete. If my brain did its usual lapses, I’m sure I would have fallen flat on my ass. (Thank the gods that it actually worked today.).

I say sidewalks here in the Philippines are a health hazard. Not only do they cause people with gravity issues to fall flat on their faces but they also can cause bone breakage!

Wait a friggin’ minute…did I just say ‘sidewalks’? Those tiny catwalks can’t even be close to a sidewalk…

So therefore, I raise the question…if people pay taxes, the government ‘uses’ it for the improvement of the country…why don’t we see this improvement? Apparently, they are contented with the 5-meter wide roads and the 1-foot sidewalks. Sure, lets cramp the entire Philippine islands; we are the country of the century, a country equal to a can of sardines, economy size!

Hah. When I would be the World Dictator in the years to come, I would give our useless sidewalks a face lift. 3 meter sidewalks everywhere! Bicycle roads for the healthy! No longer will our two wheeled friends worry of being squished by ten wheelers! And clean roads while I’m at it…

And yes, I will be using concrete…I see no point of mixing sand with concrete to a 5:1 ratio. I might as well build a sand castle with that…psh.

Domination

As I am slowly scheming of world domination, I have finally attained my very own tag-board.

Yes, through this tag-board my lovely slaves *cough, hack, hack, cough, cough* I mean, f-f-f--friends, I shall talk to you as a –gasp!— person! *gets a heart attack*

Feel free to tag all you want. All you desires and request will be answered by yours truly. I would be more than delighted to hear of you undying allegiance…*evil cackle*

And yes…if you have requests for stories, I am more than happy to comply.

So, tag away!

broke...bankrupt...kaput...nix mehr...

2004-10-20T17:56:00.000+08:00

Just to point out...I'm flat out broke. From the 1K my dad gave me to spend on books yesterday I have nothing...not even a single peso. (I spend too much on books...is that a crime?)
I'm planning on finally selling my empty ink cartridges. Hopefully that would gimme some cash. (Which I would later on spend on some more books. *sigh*)

Yeah. I'm finally done with the article Ms. Hernando wants. Will bring it to school tomorrow and then properly plot my schedule for next semester. Nyaahahaha!

I feel stupid at the moment. Pardon ne.

Ugh. I was actually writing a new story today. However...it was so lame. The first line sucks eggs.

"It seems odd really, to actually see a pig fly."

I don't know if I should cry or hang myself. It's catchy, in a freaky sense, but...a pig fly?! I don't want to do the Alice in Wonderland approach. Because...I hate Alice in Wonderland...but i LOVE the Mad Hatter. *shrugs* I simply hate Alice...okay, moving that aside...I'm looking for a mallet so I can pummel this line into the ground.

*sigh* I'm stupid right now....

Pardon moi...food's calling meeeeeeee......

SuperME...psh...what a flop.

2004-10-20T14:35:00.000+08:00

I have this odd feeling that my father believes I am the spawn of some super being, with inhuman strength. Why do you ask? Well, I carried 3 packs of unhealthy preserved canned food. It's nothing you say? Well, it is something once I was asked to hold it for a good 7 minutes, while my beloved father cleaned the cupboards. Yes, the packs were PACKS, meaning there were approx. 10 cans in each pack. Big cans. And yes, my arms stretched to their maximum capacity, gravity does that you know. Father took his time cleaning the cupboard, while I stood by his side, being weighed down by unheathy food. It's either be believes that I'm a super being or...

...he's an apathetic person, like me. Manhid (that's the term, right?)

To add my belief that I MIGHT be a superbeing, mother believes I am a genetically enhanced being that could do walk equivalent to the speed of a bullet/train. She believes that I could drop everything and do her every whim in a nanosecond.

As much as I wish I had supernatural powers, I do not possess any. (Does apathy and empathy qualify as a special ability? I'm an apathetic empath, just you know. Weird eh?) If I did however possess any supernatural abilities, I would have dominated this puny planet from the day I was born. I would have created vasts of amount of slaves to follow my every whim and I would have by now set Bush straight on some matters. Okay, cancel that...I would have fed Bush to my rabid Koi fish...

On another annoying note, I advise people who are visiually challenged like me, to constantly wear their glasses. Do not follow my example. I am not a good role model when it comes for caring for your eyes. I have a nice blue bruise to prove that my vision sucks.

Have been advised to go under the knife. (Not plastic surgery you dolt!). You know, get my eyes checked by a doctor, get them a bit tweaked, yadda-yadda. Ugh, sure...how about you pull them out for me and then dump them in a beaker filled with rubbing alcohol. I'm sure that'll clean them. Seriously though, I have no idea what to do. Might as well get new corneas...ahaha. That reminds me, speaking of corneas. I read a story in which a girl got a cornea transplant. She began to kill people without her knowledge. Little did she know that the corneas that she got are actually from a serial killer. Cool huh? That inspires me to do a story...^^ really twisted, just watch out.

I'm just asking, if I were a super hero, how would I keep my glasses from breaking/sratching/falling off?

Cursed...

2004-10-19T18:09:00.000+08:00

I always remember the Celestine Prophecy, in one way or another. The book depicts on the ignorance of man, of the meaning of life and everything in between. (It's as far as I can remember, spare me people.) What I clearly remember is the law of coincidence. We are ignorant of the tiny coincidences we encounter everyday, that we are so caught up with our lives that we ignore them. It's a bit freaky, but after reading the book, I became more in touch with this law. I remember in a span of two days, I went out for a ride and I soon came across a girl reading The Celestine Prophecy.

And just earlier today, I went out with a close friend of mine. We discussed our freaky HS days, and talked about the whereabouts of a good friend of ours. I mentioned that I haven't come in contact with the said friend ever since graduation. It's weird, since as I went home in the afternoon, while I was reading one of my new books (yey!), I heard an oddly familiar voice. To my surprise as I looked up, it was the same friend that Dottie and I talked about that morning. Talk about a coincidence...now to get that book again...

I finally annoyed my father so much that he actually caved in and gave me 1K to spend on more books. (I can't be painfully annoying...that's how I achieved my laptop. I was sniveling, whining and kissing ass for the entire month of April. I forgot how many times I asked 'Please' with the "kid-who-got-stranded-in-the-rain-and-is-orphaned-and-hungry" look.) I'm happy with I bought, two of Jessica Zafra's Twisted series and two of Arlene Chai's books. My dad looked at the books and noted that he read Zafra in Germany.

Pause.Rewind.Play.

Germany? Zafra? I believe somebody hit me on the head, ran me over and fed me to the rabid cats. That's why her name constantly rang a bell! Somebody shot my memory lapses. I've read her back in Germany...*Hits self on the head with an anvil*

I received a call from Ms. Abellion minutes ago, asking how the workshop went. My mouth was stuffed with crackers and tuna fish, so I was very coherent. She accepted the "mpwas bferi gooodf, mwaf funff,". (Do you understand that?) Since I am a psychic, I knew very well that said Dean of Student Affairs did not just call out of the cheer fun of it and ask me how I was was. No my dear lost souls, in fact, she has turned into a faithful messenger of Ms. Hernando and asks me to do a News Article on the Faigao Workshop. So I must write one within this week, and return to school. ^^ I'm not complaining, in fact, I'm happy to hear that I get to do something over the small span of freedom I have attained. I like to keep myself busy. So yeah, I'm not complaining. I'm being plain sarcastic.

Did I mention that my vision's turning worse? Sometimes it inhumanely shapens to a point where it hurts so bad I want to cry, then it blurrs to the point where a straight line actually looks like a circle. *sigh* Then there are times where I attain a perfect 20/20 vision. That's what I get for being a bad girl and not wearing my glasses. Now I get migranes, and I stumble often times. Gravity hates me...(And my second pair of glasses are scratched. Poh-hoooo! I am cursed.)

I am happy to report that I have returned to studying Wiccan. To all my Wiccan friends reading this, "Blessed Be". I shall return to be one with nature, balance is important. Hopefully I shall attain that balance, and gain the peace I desire.

Ah yeah. *sweat drop* Excuse my rambling above. Just talking about my desires of studying different religions. Yes, Wicca is a religion. After Wicca, I'd be looking into Hinduism, and perhaps even Budhism. Though, I personally prefer Wiccan practices and Hinduism. But honestly, I won't pick anything. I'm after all, just dabbling. Nothing serious. (I know, I'm rambling again. I'm hungry, and I got headache, excuse me.)

I'm currently thinking of a short story that I could submit to Sun.Star's WEEKEND. I got something in mind, but I will think it over again. Do some brain storming and drink a lot of Cali Shandy to make myself hyper and scare the hell out of my dogs. Tehehehe...

Blessed Be....

21st Annual Cornelio Faigao Memorial Writers Workshop

2004-10-17T15:42:00.000+08:00

"Something in you dies when you don't write,"
"If you don't write, you will die,"
"Poetry should infect us, it must leave an impact,"
"The passion of writing must always leave a germ inside of us, so that it'll never go away,"

I was more than lucky to be chosen as one of the fellows for the 21st Annual Cornelio Faigao Memorial Writers Workshop for my short story entry in English. This was my first time to enter a literary contest; I’ve only been exposed to Journalistic contests in the past. (Though I have been writing literary pieces for the past three/four years for particular websites.) At first, I thought the workshop was just another lecture-type sessions, were we 15 fellows would be stuffed into a room and forced to take notes and then write something afterwards. I was wrong.

But before I actually go into the workshop itself, I once again say that I am more that privileged to get a chance to join such an event. As I have observed from day one, I was the youngest fellow attending. Rizza’s older than me by a year or two, so that cancels her out as one of the youngest. We were actually only 5 students who got into the workshop, each year level well represented. So yes, it’s an honor, or if I may quote a friend of ours from the workshop, “It’s a success!” (This line has become an inside joke already, along with other words,)

Going back, I was wrong on my perception on the workshop. The panelists placed our write-ups under the microscope, and on the first day they did their thing. (And scared the crap out of me.) Sir Butch Bandillo, a published Cebuano poet, gave the critiquing a total comic relief. With his partner in crime, Sun.Star’s Myke Obenieta, both (mostly Sir Butch) found sexual connotations in the poems. The laughter that they brought, softened the painful blows I guess. Merlie Alunan, a published Professor of UP-Siliman, opened my eyes on how to write poems. I, being a very poetically challenged person, learned that there is actually more to it than making words rhyme, sound good or have a “free-verse”, there are actually certain rules to follow. (I got notes, if anyone wants to borrow them, say ‘please’…) And Linda Alburo, the head of USC’s Cebuano Studies Center, gave also her say on the poems.

Poems should have reality. Let’s stop with our whimsical beliefs and look into the second layer of things. Let’s not be satisfied with the top layer of things. We have to consider that if we write poems, we shouldn’t always write about things that are in fad at the moment, poems are meant to last a lifetime. How are people of the next generation (or the next months) gonna know about what your talking about if it has died down already?

It’s funny how Sir Butch can find so many words with sexual connotations in the poems. “Sire-PENIS,”, “animal”—which turned into a fox, which then turned into “fuck,” (you get the idea of what sentence followed…), then we have the constant word of “Gerger”…hehe…

“Gerger equality,” means equality of the sexes…new expression.
On day two, I was already getting really anxious for the short story critiquing. I kept on nudging Rizza early morning in our room. From the experiences the other day of the critiquing, I swear I was ready to pass out from fear. (These judges could pick up so many tiny details from your poem and story…) The gods were poking at my anxiety, so to my surprise (and hiking my level of anxiety several notches), my story would be critiqued that morning. *twitch, twitch*

The feedback…

After a couple of hours of painful anticipation (and the constant nudging of Rizza or I nudging her…) my story came up. I think I suffered a one minute death as the title was read. I was actually thinking that my story would be bashed and chewed upon my panelist since it was a totally made up and poked fun at Christianity.

Everything happened in slow motion. Butch told us that he enjoyed reading the story! And Ma’am Merlie (Simon Cowel’s incarnate…mind you, I love Simon Cowel and his critiques…so yes, I love harsh criticism. I’m a masochist.) found the story fanciful! The panelist actually liked the idea of sarcasm in the story. How God was portrayed as a sort of dictator, and how I poked fun at the male sex. The other fellows enjoyed the idea of the various things I made up in heaven (Soul Count machine, the Afterlife Identification card…etc). Sir Butch comments how funny it is, and how he believes that author had fun writing it. (yes, I had loads of fun!) In all, they liked the idea of giving Heaven such an office appeal. Plus, Ma’am Linda likes Rosy! (Rizza tells me Rosy reminds her of our dean…*falls off chair* It’s true! But it was all just a coincidence! *sheepish grin* I wrote the story as an application for the STAR, I didn’t know the school’s dean that well at the moment. So after reading the story a couple more times, I realized that Rosy and our dean had certain similarities….name, and yes, personality. Hehehe) Of course, I learned that I still need to tweak things here and there. Like point out more what happens to the other consciences, perhaps talk more on what happens when souls crossover…But still, I am very happy of the feedback. And yes, I didn’t die. Thank god.

The fun

In the afternoon, we tackled the Cebuano write ups. (Those were a killer to read, it’s tough for me to understand…but I got the general idea of things.) And boy…that afternoon was one hilarious afternoon. Most stories centered around Kamagayan. Those stories were submitted by the fellows who came from Sun.Star. (Rizza and I got to hang out with these guys, they are so cool. Funny to boot! Plus…we got to see them drunk. More on that later!) Now they are called the Kamagayan Boys. (Inside Joke!) And yep, Sir Butch and Sir Myke once again found so many sexual innuendoes in the stories…my stomach hurts from all the laughing.

I loved the story ‘Ang Pintor’, done by one of the Kamagayan boys, who surprisingly enough actually lives near by. (Iskina sa Yati!) The dialogue was excellent and the characterization was amazing!

There was a cultural show that night. Every room had to present at least something. We, the girls from St. Luke, Rizza, Ana (The 27 year old speech therapist [did you know that there are only 3 speech therapists here in Cebu?] who doesn’t even look like she’s married nor like she got a kid – we look much older than she does. We look more married than her), Angie (the UP Biologist graduate, who saves Seahorses), Jennibeth (the 4th yr UP Diliman Communication student) presented a Dula-Tula performance. It was fun, since we inserted sexual innuendos. (Sir Butch and Sir Myke are quite infectious, especially when you are sitting right next to them. –me-)

I forgot the last time I laughed so hard. Last night, my stomach actually hurt from all the laughing. (I got a cramp from all the laughing, now it hurts just to move) Aside from our presentation, the Kamagayan Boys performed a song number, “One friend” (the song One Friend was used in the short story Sintunado, which was also very good and funny.) Then the other girls from St. I-forgot-his-name performed a spoof. ^^ It was hilarious. :D. Butch shared some of his Cebuano poems with us. They were amazing! (I’m going to buy his books!)

Also, the Alumni of the very first Faigao workshop were there! Yeah, that was 20 years ago, so you could imagine that they were pretty old. And yes, drunk.

Heh. There was a lot of drinking going on that night. (Not us! Just the male panelists and the guests!)

Sir Erning, one of the alumni and writer for Sun.Star Super Balita, did a balak. He was drunk to begin with, so we really didn’t catch everything. He was tittering around and babbling about things. He was, to quote him, “Ohhhhhhhkaaay!”;

The after show

Since the show ended at around 10 PM, Rizza and I decided to hang out with the older writers (and the Kamagayan Boys) in the backyard. Loads of things happened at night (and early morning, we stayed up ‘till 2 AM) which I can’t write all down. Sir Erning was hilarious, he constantly did balaks about virtually anything. To quote some of his words:

“The night is young, so are we!” (I guess he forgot how he was.)
“When I look at you, I see the stars shining!”
“You beautiful ladies!”

At one point, when he just couldn’t stop blabbing, we actually fooled him that we were guys. That shut him up momentarily.

We mostly hung out with the Sun.Star crew. Josua and Jobannie are fun guys. Josua, the cartoonist, actually is the one living nearby. Sir Erning always kept on poking Jobannie, the sports editor, which was a bit scary since we all sat on the ledge of the backyard, and the fall would actually hurt, since we are a bit high up. We also met Adonis, who’s a really cool dude. Really calm, amidst all the drunk and wacky writers. It was fun to see the guys drunk, they kept talking about virtually anything. Josua was a bit out of there, talking about toilets, the trees, the gods and the “success”. Hehehe.

The four of us, Josua, Jobannie, Rizza and I, were the only ones left at 2 AM in the backyard. Both guys were totally wasted, so Rizza and I played babysitters. We dragged them up to their rooms since both of us realized that they were no longer among us. Hehe.

To quote some of the people:

“It’s a success!”
“The tree will be happy for your urine!”
“All the peoples of the world would be happy in my shoes!”
“What shoes? You are not wearing shoes, you are wearing my slippers.”
“Gimme words, any words!”

Saying Goodbye

Earlier today, Rizza and I had a bit of fun as we imitated our friends in their drunk states. I must say though, even though the guys were wasted, I learned something from them. (Well, aside that when your drunk you’ll make a total fool of yourself.)

We continued with the critiquing in the morning. Tackling the last two English short stories. (Rizza’s and Ana’s). And then, all of us were to share of our learnings.

Again, I learned a lot from the workshop. I learned that there are more people like me out there, who write for the sake of living. For if they don’t write, they die. Something in them dies. I feel that way. I learned also that there is still some much to learn. That there are still various aspects of writing poems and stories I don’t know. That I have to continue writing in order to improve.

Writing is my passion, and I love it.

For me, it was hard to go on our separate ways. I met these great people whom I’ve come to enjoy their company, and now I have to say goodbye to. It’s a good thing, we all gave out our e-mail addresses, that way we all could stay in touch. I’ll always remember the Kamagayan Boys (We are planning to meet up someday, to go to Parola in Lilo-an,)

I’m gonna miss the critiquing, the hilarious sexual innuendoes and above all, the wonderful feeling the connection between the writers.

Extra facts

Did I mention the food was great? I feel like I got fatter there, we always ate. We would eat snacks, then before we know it, they’d serve lunch/dinner. I guess time flies while you’re being critiqued.

Their chapel is creepy. Very creepy. Based from experience, we do not advice you to go stay in the backyard at night and look into the chapel. The white statue will scare the shit out of you. It will, trust me.

Don’t give me coffee or any sweets. I do odd things when I have a intake of something sweet or with caffeine. Rizza can attest to that.

Sunflower…ai!…White flower does wonders to practically any ailments.

Food does ease the pain.

…

I’m quite happy, since Sir Myke told me he was actually looking forward to my next story. He said I could send it to him over e-mail, and he’d publish it in the WEEKEND. *bounces* I’m excited for that. I’m going into my next story then, hopefully that would happen!

This workshop was a “SUCCESS!”. I am more than happy to have attended. Thank you Nancy for encouraging me to join the workshop. It was a great learning experience. And I can’t wait for the next one to happen.

If there are any grammatical/spelling errors, I apologize. You may strangle me later, when I’m more awake and coherent. I just arrived, and still feel a bit disoriented. Bow.

WHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Fabrication

2004-10-03T17:40:00.000+08:00

Projects and assignments are accumulating again. I just don't get these teachers...once the finals are so near, they slap you with so many assignments that you get crazy. *falls off chair*

I've been reading several of the Faigao entries that I got last Friday. Only four short story entries are in english (mine and Rizza's included...), the rest are in Cebuano. After reading a couple of the Cebuano pieces, I finally realized how difficult it really is to write in Cebuano. There were several words that I didn't understand, and there was one story which I understood only little of. (something about a kalye--something-something...sheeshh..). I now realize that it is quite important for me to learn how to write and read in Cebuano better , as a Mass Communication student it is important for me to do so. This is a new challenge for me, and I'm taking this bull by its horns...*laughs* (I can imagine myself over the sembreak handling several Visayan-English dictonaries...)

Speaking of the Faigao's, I was able to talk about my finals with my teacher instructor. (I wont be able to take the finals on the scheduled Saturday date, since on that day I would be in USC-TC for the workshop.) I'd be taking the Math final this saturday. ^^ Yey, I get to take the Math test early. (Yes, I like math...it's surprising, since last year I wanted to strangle my Trigo teacher in HS...). I'm looking forward for the Faigao's since it has been a long time since I was in a writing workshop (or had an overnight for that matter), months I believe. (Gah! I miss the PressCon! *whines*) I love writing workshops, (especially if they are scheduled as overnights.) you get to meet so many good writers, you get to trade different writing styles and you get great criticism. As many of you may know (I take it, most of you guys reading this are from ff.net....*nervous laugh*, yes I will be updating my stories....eventually...*hides*), I'm after the reviews and criticism. A writer doesn't develop at all if he doesn't take ciritcism and learn from his mistakes.

Moving on, I finally finished the theo project. It was such a hassle. (stupid topic...). Now I have to deal with History. Gah, the due date for the History termpaper is soon...and I'm only half way done. *falls of chair*

On a darker nore, I learned from my father that my "relatives" have been talking behind my back about me. Apparently they believe I have a 'darker' business at hand at school, that's is why I'm coming home late at night.( Actually, the reason why I've been coming late at night was due to the Big Play's Auditions) Ugh...yeah, you're right, I'm secretly plotting a nuclear bomb to blow up your homes and destroy the world and while I'm at it, I'm taking drugs, smoking and drinking. They influenced the brain of my mother, and I have this odd feeling that she bought that story. She didn't tell me though, she told my dad about what they said about me. Of course, my dad has complete trust in me (Bless his heart, at least somebody does), so he was more than angry with my aunt and uncle. Honestly, how dare they fabricate such stories. They don't know me at all, and they go around selling out stories to my mother. It's none of their (my uncle and aunt) business what I do at home or at school. I don't live with them and they have no right whatsoever to even assume something of me. When I heard that story from my dad, I was more than pissed. I wanted to go there and confront them...but decided against it, 'coz when I'm pissed off, I blow up. Really, I will. I might say some profane words in front of them...gah! It makes me angry once more just thinking about that incident.

Heh. Must stay calm. *deep breath*

Stupid CAP---die! die! die!

2004-10-01T21:46:00.000+08:00

I'm currently bordering a pissed off state to a high-tempered anger state. I think I'm currently that very thin line that separates the two.

Reason? Apparently the CAP insurance did not pay my study bills at school. They did not even pay my midterm tests, so now I got a 18K fine on hand. Sureeee, let's have the german not take her finals. Surreeeee...let's add up her problems. Damnit, I hate it when people start to act incompetent. According to the cashier, the CAP people came yesterday, however they did not pay my fees. WTF!!!!!!! Why the hell did they not pay my fees?! I got the certificate of full payment, they even signed it, so why the hell do they not work on it?! Mum went to the company, and now they want us to pay 900-something to the school. Ooooookay....what's happening now?! I admit, asking my mother to go to the CAP office was a big mistake. (She lacks people skills...okay, correction, she doesn't know what she's doing.) So I'll be seeing myself tomorrow, worrying my ass of for my payments...damn life. Any life saving adivce? (Like, what to do exactly with my CAP problem...I'm neophyte in this college world, possess but a fickle idea about the payments of college fees...stupid CAP.)

Working into the night...

2004-09-30T21:29:00.000+08:00

Just arrived from school. Yep...you heard right. School. Am part of the Screening Committee for the school's upcoming Big Play. So yeah...got to see people perform, pent out the anger (I feel like a councilor right about now...I heard soooo many problems from the people...O.o) and act really goofy. ^^ Discovered loads of talents...ah...yet Ms. Spiderman will forever be burned in my mind. May she stick to the lockers forever.

Hm...yeah, I'm tired. Dog tired. (this is my third, and I *THINK* my final day of getting home late at night due to the auditions.) And I bet you're wondering why the hell I'm still awake, where as I should be getting my beauty sleep for Ms. Cabilin's class tomorrow. (WHAAAAAA!). Well...believe it or not...I'm working. *falls off chair*

Just for the information of the lost souls reading this puny blog, last summer I acquired a job as a secretary for the Achritecture firm PBS. My boss is a german, (my species...!!!!), friend of my dad, so he's here right now. Just to inform once more, my Boss doesn't understand a fickle thing about computers. So I usually type letters for him, send e-mails for him, and to anything electronically driven for him. And yes, I do translate letters for him. (Official translator! ha!) So now, he's here...asking me to type his friggin' report from German to English (He isn't that great in english at all!). And why does it take so long? AH....he's got BAAAAD handwriting. And when I say bad...I mean bad... (Why on earth does his 'a' look like a huge 'c' with a tiny line 2 centimeters apart?! Spare my eyes will you?! SPARE MY EYES!)

So anyway, here I am now, switching from one window to another. Typing the report (and marveling at the 6 FIGURE money income he gets...O.o) and switching to typing this blog.

Hah...

I'll write something more coherent tomorrow.

if there are any spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes....blame my sleep deprived brain. All it knows right about now is just laughing like a complete idiot....Bwahahahaha....

Thank the gods...

2004-09-27T15:40:00.000+08:00

Yeah. The days of 'no-classes-and-annoying-teachers' are finally over. Or will be in a couple more of hours. Should I be thankful or not? In a way, I am thankful. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having no classes and having my brain fried by the sun, but seriously, I rather have my brain being fried by a tough test than by the friggin' sun. *laughs* I know, I'm crazy, but I love school...to a certain degree.

I'm supposed to work on my History termpaper...but alas, I'm a lazy little witch. *grins* Besides, I'll work on it tomorrow! Promise...scout's honor. Heh. And there is that stupid Theology paper that needs to be done (or actually, to be started). Gah. Ms. Cabilin can often times be such a hassle. It's still annoys me that I had to buy that stupid book and in the end, it was of NO USE at all. I bet she even made up those research titles for us in the back row. I mean, 'How can you say God is everywhere?'--- poor Katrina, I feel so sorry for her. Evil Theology teacher. *squishes theology book...*

Going into the Intramurals. Hmm...I got three hennas. ^^ And I think they fit my personality. :) I got two kanjis. "Madmad" and the other one means "Blood & Guts", quite dark themed...ME LIKE! Both are on either side of my arms, while the other one (which is a celtic symbol) is on the nape of my neck. Heh.

I am happy to report to my psychologist that I have somewhat over come my fear of flying projectiles. (Okay...a tinsy bit...I still shriek when sometimes soars towards me...). I was not hit once by a ball during the three days. Okay, A ball rolled towards me once...but it didn't fly! so there! PAH! And I am happy to announce that I have become a softball and Soccerbaseball fan! Though I shall spectate at a safe distance....^^ And MCO once again became Softball champion! Go team...go team...it's your birthday...we're gonna party like---- (I had a bit of chocolate today...so I'm a bit HIGH...okay, 'bit' would be an understatement.)

Hmm...did I mention there was loads of food during the intramurals? ^^;;;; *sweat drop* spent most of my money on food...I shall go on a fasting frenzy for the upcoming weeks, to patch up that hole in my waller. *falls off chair*

Spent the second day with Dan. *sigh* She's a wonderful friend. Thank you for coping with my weird personality. *sweat drop* At least now you know how I act on a sugar high. Heh. *huggles* You made my day. Thank you.

Hmm...I became a Barker for a couple of times. ^^ It was fun to announce the games and page people over the mike. And yeah, I got to open the intramurals on the second and third, since my friend Rhea had a sore throat and I covered up for her. ^^ It was great, I didn't sound so childish for once over the mike. (Though I still sound like a baby over the phone...*pouts*)

Tomorrow marks the begining of the auditions for the December play, headed by the CSC. I can't wait to see who's gonna audition. ^^ I'm part of the casting crew. Saa...I wanna audition too! *pouts* Hmm...If the script writers can't get a tinsy role, then I guess I'll look for a job for the behind the scenes action. Publicity perhaps? ^^ Always wanted to look into the advertising thing...and yeah, I do have a microscopic experience with the market. (Since I had a summer job as a secretary for the PBS company - an architecture firm -...so I know how twisted these market people act/think...*laughs* me included? *laughs*) Eh...Props? WAH! Did that way back in HS, also with Directing. Ah the pains of being the Props Director. I remember Moulin Rouge...my poor, poor waller. *sniff*
Hmm....I'll have those things bounce around my head for a while...demo, I still want to act! *pouts* Just a tinsy cameo! hehehe...*falls off chair*

Am feeling quite animated today, will somebody do the world a favor and shot me?

Heh. I found this cool deviant art page. The girl's just 17 and she draws so well. *swoons* I want her hand! Her drawing are all dark themed, and only the gods know how my I LOVE dark themed material. I'm gonna stalk this girl and her art. *evil cackle*

...saa, Ja ne Minna-chan...

Film Fest

2004-09-19T19:40:00.000+08:00

Wow...

I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.

Just arrived from the CINE EUROPA, the bigger picture art film show at SM. And yes, it was amazing. (I’m feeling utterly dazed from the last film I viewed…it’s…amazing)

Here are the films I viewed…with my critique and rating. (Beware of movie 2…it’s brings pain to the brain…beware of my rant…)

Il Posta Dell Anima (Italy)

The story of a small group of workers who lose their jobs following the closure of a factory, in a small country village of the south of Italy. At first they try all means to save the factory, even going to the head office in Detroit, nevertheless they are also dreaming different ways of life and they become conscious that the closure of the factory can be an opportunity to make at least their dreams come true.

Ms. Psycho’s critique: The movie itself brings forth reality. It depicts how hard life is in the other part of the globe. I loved it for the very fact that it is Real (speaking from experience,). It shows how harsh life is as a factory worker, and in the end losing your job (as well as 499 other workers). My dad worked in a big time factory when we were still in Germany, though not on the conveyor belt but as a technician, nevertheless, I know what it is like to have a parent not home at night, morning or mid-day, since factory owners are quite harsh on shifts. The movie was a slap in the face to those Filipinos who believed in the ‘greener pastures’ that are supposed to be anywhere but here. Hah. People in highly commercialized areas still struggle. Yet, many are blinded. The acting was well done. The character Antonio (who in the end died, due to a chronic disease contracted from working at the factory.), was superbly portrayed. His character was mildly passive, yet one can depict the rage and passion burning within him. Mario was the high-tempered factory worker, who in the middle of the movie became a pasta Maker during their protest. He gained profit due to his pasta frenzy. However, he was, as said earlier, very hot-tempered. He’d smash things if he didn’t see his way. Salvador was their ringleader. He staged the protests and lead them. It’s amazing to witness such movie, to see their bonding over their loss of work. And yes, we all saw the harsher part of life. How the ‘big people’ don’t give a damn about their workers. (in the movie, 150 workers died to cancer due the toxic gases their inhaled daily. Most factories don’t dare to give mask to their workers. As long as the profit is good, they don’t give a damn of nothing else) How people struggle and fight for the justification of their rights.

‘The police didn’t react when 150 workers died of cancer. The police didn’t react when 500 workers lost their jobs. Now the police wants to put me in jail for lighting a dummy with the name ‘Carair’ on it? How is that right? Where is the justice?!’
- Mario, Il Posto Dell’Anima

Ms. Psycho’s rating: 8.5/10. For the fact that it struck a nerve. It touched reality. I love it.

Sweet Nightmare (Portugal)

You can lose a lot of sleep over a dream girl. That’s exactly what’s happening to Daniel, a young British engineer posted to Lisbon to work on a bridge. During a trip to a damn in southern Portugal, he meets Carolina, his dream girl. But little does he realize that she’s fresh out of prison and is about to turn his life into a nightmare.

Ms. Psycho’s critique: If there is an Oscar for ‘The WORST movie in human existence’ then surely, the academy would be giving a dozen of the shiny golden man to the creators of this utterly stupid movie. I actually felt stupider once we ran out of the theater. (Yes, we ran. We ran. I have Rizza to attest to that. I swear, if the others weren’t there…bloody murder would have happened.) I actually attained this certain twitch for several minutes. My brain went totally blank and died…you know, 5 minute death…but the five minutes turned into a 1 hour. Yeah, I’m totally slamming the movie. This movie should be banned from the world. You do not, you simply do not (you hear me?), not use a stupid, cut up YELLOW beetle car as a symbolic way of connecting people. I mean, really. That is the lamest and most utterly stupidest thing ever. And you do not use ‘cartoon-ish’ characterizations and scenarios in a movie. (Unless it is a comedy, but believe me it was far from a comedy…) Everything was cliché, if it were possible…SUPER cliché. The acting was HORRIBLE. What’s with the cheesy hand movement? Man…it totally sucked. Daniel’s best friend was a complete retard. The movie was totally screwed up. It just felt so wrong…the whole van with a poster of a bull thing. That idiot van appeared three times. (Though Daniel’s car had more close ups than everybody…screw it) Damnit. It was an utter waste of free-tickets. We didn’t finish the film. If we did, I would have screamed. I would take on F4 any day, just never will I take on that stupid, mind-numbing movie. And it was in English. I would have given it a tiny thumbs up if it were in Portuguese… ah, my poor, poor brain.

Ms. Psycho’s rating: 0.1/10, for the very fact that they used music to connect with the audience. A tiny plus point. But still…I need a box of Advil.

The stupid moral of the movie:Leave your car in the middle of nowhere, conveniently leave a Polaroid camera in the backseat. Check out the dam while you are waiting for your dream guy/girl to just happen to pass by. Return to your car, only to find pictures of you dream guy/girl in odd poses stuck to the windshield. Run out of gas miles later and run off to get some fuel. Return later and find your car missing. Go home only to find your car home and your fridge raided and your watermelon carved and your dream guy/girl in your bed in a bathrobe.

Los Lunes al Sol (Spain)

In a city on the northern coast of Spain, a group of men and women daily walk the tightrope of precarious employment, and convert their few happy moments into trenches, conversation, routine, as if the shipwreck from which they try to save themselves weren’t theirs, while they talk of their exploits and laugh, at everything and nothing in particular, full of hope, relaxed, on a Monday morning in the sun.

Ms. Psycho’s critique: When you see a good beginning, you’ll always know that the movie will turn out to be great. I was wrong. It was spectacular. Words could not describe how I felt after viewing the entire film. Again, the intro itself was beauty. The raw emotion one felt at the first few minutes had me hanging on for more. It brought out the sheer reality of life. And yes, I fell in love with it. (I’m a sucker for reality movies,). I portrayed the importance of friendship and…of a job. How in real life, it is more than difficult to get the job of your dreams. I loved it for the very fact that it once again showed that it was not easy to live on the other side of this puny planet. That adversities of life do happen in various parts of the globe and not everything is sugarcoated, topped with whipped cream and a cherry. It truly was an eye-opened. And the acting…WOAH! It was simply amazing…breath taking…wonderful…simply put, beautiful. Never have I seen how an actor portrays such raw emotions in his eyes. His face spoke a million words, yet his mouth was shut. The script was amazing. Cunning, wit, idiocy and reality, rolled up in one smashing movie. The characters were simply amazing. I love Santa. He reminds me so much of my father. A witty, philosophical man, who knows what to talk. And I mean really talk. Though at first, Santa may seem like the typical drunkard bum, one can see his turmoil. His burning desire for a better future for himself. I was simply amazed on how he made his way throughout the entire movie. A cunning man, weaseling his way in and out of trouble and in the end, coming out unscathed. Another drinking bum was Jose, who was sort of equal to Santa. Witty, smart-assed and a drunkard. I was amazed on how beautiful they made it in regards of symbolism. The light of the lamp was a beautiful symbol. When their friend died, it truly connected with the symbolism of the light. The story had its funny moments, for its beautiful sarcasm. (I swear, my stomach hurt from laughing so hard for Santa’s antics. I don’t even want to think about Rizza…hehehe…) The entire movie held this connection with the day Monday. It was cunningly put, which again I find simply amazing. Near the end, when the group of friends went so far and hot-wired a BOAT to spread the ashes of the deceased friend they left one thing behind…the urn. It was a classic scene…and yet, it was so beautifully put. It depicts the wonderful bond of friendship and bungling ways. Yes, this movie holds classic scenes, yet as we view them in this movie, you’d never guess that certain scenarios are classic or clichéd since portrayal was well done and again…BEAUTIFUL

“Criterion. It comes from Latin. Criterion. The meaning of Criterion is found in the word itself, Criterion.”
Santa, Los Lunes al Sol

“What day is today?”
implied: Monday…

Ms. Psycho’s rating: 11/10. A bittersweet story. Me love. It shows reality and adamantly shows it. No cuts, no censors. Just pure, harsh, reality.

See? Today was a superb day for me. Saw the movies, (with Rizza, Alsace, Doc and Mitz), my brain got damaged by Sweet Nightmare which was a real nightmare for most of us. (“Spare us!”—Rizza, “Run! Out, out, out!” —me during sweet nightmare), and I was captivated by Los Lunes al Sol. Wonderful.

I bet they are already lining up for Young Adam. (Ewan McGergor). Already saw that movie. Is great. Got full frontal nudity though, so not good for the faint of heart. Hehe.

....psh, History...

2004-09-17T19:01:00.000+08:00

hah...am supposed to do my History assignment right about now...but...

weh...

Okay, so I'm partially doing it since I'm constantly switching windows.

Anyway...gotta share something. We got these three kid neighbors (well, I think they are our neighbors...*sigh* just proves to you how much I get out...), who I often times meet in the afternoon when I get home. They constantly flank me. Yeah, they are adorable and everything sugar-coated-in-between, but seriously...I find it creepy that they are always there in the afternoon. Then they ask who I am, where my dad is, and then they would try to get a sneek into our home once I open the gates. Heh...does our family really live that mysterious that our neighbors know so little of us? Are we that mystrious? Or are we that detached of the world?

...hah...

2004-09-16T21:54:00.000+08:00

I believe I arrived an hour and half ago....psh...

The scriptwriters left the meeting early since we weren't really part of the 'core' group. We left at around 7-something-ish. ^^ I was lucky enough to meet up with Mariel, or else I would have gone home alone. (Yeah, as far as my bad memory serves me, I believe tonight was my first night to go home alone at 7 PM...hehe...riding a public vehicle! Wah! another first time! Okay...so now I accomplished loads of things before I die...can somebody check that off my list of 'Things to do before I die' list?)

The body decided that Manna would be our director. I totally believe in her. I believe that we placed the play in good hands, since she is one of the scriptwriters. ^^ Being a director is rather though...(speaking from experience...*winces* Don't remind me of my Moulin Rouge days....wah! or my HS plays for that matter...) But I'm sure Manna can do it, with the help of everybody! Yeah. I give her my full support. Also 'te Cheryl...^^ I totally admire that girl. I love her bubbly personality. ^^

Hmm...people gave me weird reactions as I came to school. ^^;; What's wrong with wearing a pair of jeans, a shirt and sandals? Did I look that girly? .... wack! ... I have nothing against being 'girly' and stuff...but I can't see myself like that...ok, maybe once in a while...but...wha!....hehehe...am I even making sense? Pardon me....but my hyper attitude just kicked in...drank Extra Joss....to give me that 'boost'...oh well....

Did I mention that lately I got this strange fixation for frogs? Kermit for that matter. WHA! I remember my Muppet days...where I watch nothing but Muppets. Muppets Live, The Muppet Show, Muppets Movie....the list goes on...(I'm quite excited, since I've heard that a Muppet Movie is coming up. A sort of rendition of the 'The Eye' in a funny sense, I believe...) AH....yeah...I guess it's that time again where I go off on a shopping spree and buy nothing by Kermit and Ms. Piggy....hehehe...Kermit...love that frog...

Anyway..I'm off to met up with Celia. I bet she's waiting on MSN right now...heh. She's gonna kill me if I'm late again, or skip another writing session...

Ja ne...

PS: Our bathroom is giving off these creepy noises in the background...water dripping...damn our house is sooo creepy....hehehe....I wonder what's gonna happen at midnight....*insert cheesy scary music* wahaha!

It's weird...I'm home right now..

2004-09-16T14:41:00.000+08:00

I think this is the first time in ages that I'm home this early...

...but then again, I'll be gone in an hour...

I'm supposed to be sleeping, or doing something remotely closer to resting...but I'm too tired to sleep...I know, that sounded rather weird. (!!!) I got this fixation with the net, that I just have to check the net everyday...for no reason at all. I guess, one can consider this as a chronic illness of mine....

Earlier today, I haven't been feeling well. My stomach hurt like hell. And I had to endure it throughout my entire morning classes.

Yeah, update on my Filipino talumpati:

I did it!

though I suffered sooo many grammatical errors...but who cares.

Please ignore the fine print. Hehehe. I guess the thought is there that I have finally finished this friggin' talumpati thing.

*throws confetti in the air, savors the non-exsistent applause*

Go me, go me...it's my birthday...I'm gonna party like -----

okay...I'm getting carried away...but who can blame me. Doing this talumpati thing, is as far as my Dory Memory serves me right...my first time speaking tagalog in front of a crowd. Hah! Another first time to add my list! Another first time in just one week! WAH!

Public Transportation

2004-09-15T15:46:00.000+08:00

Warning! Danger! Incoming Rant!

I hate ridding PUJs.

I hate being cramped in a moving vehicle and bumping into every other person. What pisses me off more are those conductors who simply ‘demand’ to squish another person into the already cramped-like-a-sardine-can row. Sure, lets do that and while you’re at it Mr. Conductor, how about having the next person sit on our laps or perhaps stuff 3 people on the extension seats. That would be just great…*rolls eyes*

I would love to strangle those drivers who abruptly step on the breaks. I hate it when momentum happens. Those frigging drivers have no consideration to their passengers, as they drive over potholes. (every time that happens I always get so many bumps on my head. I swear, I feel like I’m flying.)

And what’s with the constant shouting Mr. Conductor? I swear my eardrums will never be the same. Lo---an! Lo-----an! Damnit! People can read man! You don’t have to bust my, or others’, eardrums!

I gotta ask, why do people complain if the jeep stops at the Jeepney Stop area? So you gotta walk a bit to get your destination. ‘Ellow people…that’s what jeepney stops are for…for jeepneys to stop there and you to get off. I see the problem where? You people are so fond of copying US’ styles and European styles, so how about copy the art of walking and attaining a good (and safe) side walk? Europeans and Americans walk most of the time from the station, how about you do the same? Oh yeah right…there’s the issue of laziness…pardon my stupidity. *rolls eyes*

Yeah. While riding home today, a woman got her earrings snatched. Am glad that I didn’t sit at the right row. The woman laughed as she realized her earrings were snatched. They were fake. But still…the thought of being snatched…argh. What’s the world coming to? The next thing you’ll know these stupid snatchers will snatch more than your jewelries. Clothes, hankies…anything touchable.

I bumped into an old schoolmate from HS while riding the jeep towards Lilo-an. Wore my glasses while riding it. (For those who don’t know, I own two pairs. One I need for daily wear. They are a bit tinted, so that to protect my eyes from the UV rays. I got ultra sensitive eyes…something to do with a thin film on my eyes…I didn’t really listen to my Opto. If I don’t wear them, I’d be a blind bat once I reach home. And the other are my reading glasses…without them I’m partially blind…hehe.) When she saw me, she gave me a rather odd reaction. I never wore my glasses back in HS. Never. Not even ONCE. Was too shy, I guess (though, baga ko’g face pag HS hehe.). Instead of of the usual greeting of ‘Hello, how are you’…she laughed.

“OIS! Sabeth oh! Nerd na!”

Me: *blink, blink* whhhhhhat?!

Friend: *Laughs* Ngeee…nerd!

I wanted more than anything to shove my glasses down her throat. Why do people stereotype? Ack…didn’t like her much during my HS days anyway.

^^ heh. I’m done with my ranting now. It’s safe to come out of your hiding holes…

Now I’m off to finish the ISP project. Our pictures got exposed and now I have to improvise again…damn it.

Eating a smoothie and drinking cake

2004-09-14T18:24:00.000+08:00

weird title, eh?

I said that line at Brown Cup's during our script writing session. I got many weird stares. I fear that people will now avoid me for my insanity. (I was quite hyper at the session. I believe Balma was ready to dump her coffee over my head, since I constantly butted in with my funny tagalog during the serious parts of the script. Hehehe!)

Yeah, as said earlier. I was quite hyper. (Though earlier that morning I was in an intense battle with my Mum...but that's another story...hehehe) So basically, I ate my smoothie and drank my cake. Thus my hyper attitude throughout the script writing session.

I loved the session. It was quite fun. The characters we were molding are fun and intense. I like that. Especially our lead. I love her character. (I also love the funny mute guy....hehe...)

Did I mention that dunking Magnolia's Cookies 'n Cream Ice cream stick into your coffee is delicious? Twinkle and I tried it...it's quite yummy!

Earlier today, I and my groupmates went to Katrina's place for our ISP project. We did a meat tenderizers. Used Papaya extracts. It worked. Though a bit flavorless. But worked nonetheless.

I'm still quite tired. *sigh* I still lack sleep. (Balma said it was once of the causes for my weird/freaky attitude earlier...) I'll go finish the ISP paperwork and then afterwhich I'll go hit the sack...

Ja ne minna-chan...

Script Writing Galore...3 hours of sleep.

2004-09-13T19:09:00.000+08:00

My eyelids are about to close shut...T.T

As posted in my earlier post, I went to an overnight scrip writing session in Talisay City. (To me, that's on the ass of Cebu...hehehe...so far away...if I were to calculate the hours from Yati to Talisay's what's-its-name barangay of 'te Candice, it would be around 2 hours or more...wait, let's add more...*sweat drop*) As beat tired as I am (I arrived 30 minutes ago,), I'll post the happenings here. ^_^

We arrived at 'te Candice place at around 2, nearing 3 PM. We spent so much on fare alone...20 pesos I think, just to get there from STC. All of us felt as if we were participants of the 'Amazing Race,'...since several of us sported backpacks and well...looked completely lost. Anyway, we were able to watch "Dragonfly"--which is a good movie. Got a surprising ending. Though for me, it was a bit farfetched...heh...though still, it was a good movie. Was worth watching.

^^ at around 4-something-ish, we went to the beach. ^^ The beach reminded me of the beaches here in Lilo-an, though lot cleaner. Heh. We talked about the conceptualization and the flow of the story. We talked about pretty much the same thing we already knew. We ended up eating Chicharon...^^

Twinkle constantly advertised the "Non-melting Halo-Halo" that she knew off. So as it grew dark, we decided to get that "Non-melting Halo-halo" (We feared, that if it didn't melt, we might stay at the Halo-halo-an for the entire night...heh). So again, we paid for our fare and cramped in a single tricycle. (I forgot to mention we were 7 people who were present. Twinkle, Nikov, Shalimar, Balma, Manna, Christian and...me...and yes, we all fit in a single tricycle...) The halo-halo-an was sooo far away...wah...took forever to get there...^^;;

The Halo-Halo was delicious.

And it was my first time to eat Halo-Halo...

A round of applause for me please...

*clap, clap*

Hehehe...thanks Twinx for the cool Halo-Halo place. ^^ Thanks for making my 'First Time' memorable...wahhhh!

Anyway...went back to 'te Candice with stomachs full of Halo-Halo...^^ Once we arrived, we realized that we didn't eat dinner yet...

heh...

'Te Candice arrived moments later. ^^ We all bought BBQ and finally ate dinner. ^^

Afterwhich...we all grew serious. (HA!)

From 9-something PM, to 3 AM (nearing 4) the next day we wrote the skeleton of the script. Of course...all of us were 'bulabog' in some parts. ^^ I swear the house shook due to our laughter! Heh.

All of us were able to get a wink for a couple of hours. I got only 3, or less, hours of sleep. ^^; Why do you ask? hehehe...secret...^^ My bedmate snored...shhhh! But really, I didn't mind. ^^

So yeah...my brain's a bit slow right now...if not...REALLY slow at the moment. So I apologize for any grammatical, spelling and other errors...*yawns* I'm seeeeepiiii!

Since I couldn't go home, for the mere fact that I live on the other ass of Cebu, I had to take a bath at Balma's place. ^^ They got a cute doggie! We arrived at school at around 11 something.

And still...I got 3 hours of sleep under my belt...go me...

Tried to sleep at the lounge...couldn't. Or if I did sleep, I can't remember...*shrugs*

The MCO freshies were assigned to do the intermission number during the talk I attended. ^^ I was part of the presenters who acted. We practiced it like an hour before the talk...but me being me, I completely forgot everything. (It was the lack of sleep I tell you!) So I had to improvise and act weird...heh. ^^;;; I was supposed to slap around the newspaper for flies, ended up slapping the ground. It was only then I realized that I looked like I was slapping around for cockroaches...hehe...oh well...it brought laughter...^^

So yeah...that's it...^^;; I'm dog tired...>.<>

Oh yeah...I forgot...tomorrow we have to do the ISP thing...need to hang up the papaya! (really)

...wah...

2004-09-11T20:52:00.000+08:00

...felt like saying wah!...

*shrugs*

Ne, I'm begining to like this site. It's a bit complicated, thus my liking for it. I love messing around with new things...so go figure.

Anyway...in relation with my day. Got my grades in History and Math. Was a bit surprised. Never knew I could do well in History, let alone math. I think the sky must be falling...somebody pinch me...Math's getting more interesting. We swtiched rooms, way up to room 107...hehehe...may sound insignificant...but for me it's not. I still need to figure out why though...perhaps it's for the fact that I get to be in a different room for a change? Sitting in those cramping plastic chairs every morning is a bore, not to mention painful. I miss having my own desk to write on...yeah...I guess that's it...*laughs*

Did I just make some sense?

What else to talk about? Hmm...how about...ack...my brain's still fried!

Yeah...tomorrow, I'm off helping the others in writing the script for the College Concert Play...which wont be a concert no longer...*sweat drop* T.T;;...So again, I'll be facing another Overnight. ^^ (Speaking of overnights, the Overnight lay-out session was ubber fun! Silent meals, sharing beds, laughing over simply nothing and battling sleepiness was totally awesome...hehehe...was a great learning experience for me...^^) I'm not yet quite sure yet where exactly it'll be held. Either at 'te Candice's place or mine...am still a bit confuzzeled over that...oh well...

Yeah...just recently figured things out on how to use that picture uploading thingy...hehe....might upload some pics here...who knows...though I still need to figure out how exactly I can post my avatar pic here...*blinks* This site is a bit complicated, GJ is much simplier (That's why I still write there too!) But I like this site nonetheless...^^

Actually, I'm supposed to be editing several stories from the website I write for...but...ah...my eyes are hurt at the moment so I can't do much. (In other words...LAZY!)...I promised that I'd beta for a friend...demo (Ah...I use Japanese terms often it has become a habit of mine to use Japanese expressions...so pardon me if you don't understand several terms...)...I'm busy, but I don't want to disappoint her...Ackkk! I MUST look into her story...I must! MUST! MUUUUST!

....Anyway....it's getting a bit late for my liking....I still want to watch mind-numbing TV...and catch up on my reading...^_^

Ja ne Minna-chan! (trans: Bye Everybody!)

2004-09-10T18:25:00.000+08:00

I completely forgot I got this blog, until recently a friend of mine mentioned her blogspot blog. Due to coffee intoxication, I remembered this dust covered blog. Soooo....

*Tadaaa!*

I'm using it.

It's a miracle. Since this would now be my...*counts fingers*...5 blog. I switch blogs often, for no apparent reason. I think, this is my 3rd active blog. 2 of the aforementioned are dead. Killed. Kaboomed (?!?!?!) and destroyed. In other words...I forgot their passwords. *rolls eyes*
Did I mention that it took me about 30 minutes to actually remember my username for this blog?

Anyway, I guess I'll be using this blog now too. For insanity reasons only. I'm a blog addict if no one knows, so expect regular updates. (That is, I'm eaten by an renegade alligator...so I wont be able to update since I'd be busy wrestling for my puny life,) *laughs* Pardon me, I'm a bit weird at the moment...but aren't I always?

Actually, I got a couple of friends here. Ah, sratch that. A 'couple' would be the understatement of the year. Say...2? Heh. Ace, the aforementioned friend and 'te Nanoi, who commented on Ace's blog. It's a small world after all...

Now...say something regarding how my day went. Somebody said I looked like a drunk person. Or, sort of implied it.

"Day, hubog ka?"

Me: *blink, blink* ehhhh? *blink, blink*

It happened in Rustans. I was beat tired today, so naturally my brain cells were slow. (In my personal opinion, I gave pride to all those Pentium 1 computers today). So, I was a bit (another understatement) disoriented and lost.

Yeah, lately I'm tired. I guess it's for the reason I work at night. Corresponding with a person at 10 PM till the crack of dawn is something I advice you not to do. I'm not complaining or anything, I love to write. It's just the time. I 'work' for at least, 4 hours, 5 the most. And if we both are totally into the story line we work till 5 AM. (though that happens rarely now, since I'm going to school. At 3 AM, I'm a cranky bitch. hehehe) anyway, I usually get 5 hours of sleep. Sometimes I sleep before 10, then wake up at 10 just to get some sleep behind me. But yeah, it's really tiring. My co-writer is in Florida which gives us a 13 hour time difference, I think. Not so sure. But I'll expand on this topic in my later blogs.

In connection of today...felt so tired, yeah. Theo was a complete drag. Felt like strangling the teacher as usual. *cynical laughter* I mean, c'mon people! You do not keep on jabbering about 2 inches margins and double spaced context! Also...what's the use of owning the book 'I believe' if I can't use it as the basis of my topic for the research work?! It would have been better if I didn't buy it at all. argh...

Psych...psych...I feel I'm now in dire need of a Psychologist just to mend the pain of the subject psychology. Yeah, I love to study behavior and stuff...but can we do that without the whole memorizing bits? Phulezze? I highly doubt so...

Thank god we didn't have English today. I'm still pissed off over my friggin' grades. I still need to talk to her over the very fact that she didn't check my testpaper properly. *annoyed twitch* It so pisses me off...

Oh yeah...I got this reader who keeps on bugging me on the net. Would that certify as electronic stalking? *laughs* E-stalking! He/She/It keeps on sending me e-mails. "Please update, yada-yada, bla-blah...the usual"...Yeah, I love e-mails and stuff, especially reviews...but seriously, one e-mail is enough. And more than 10 in a span of 2 weeks is already crazy. Then those IMs...ack...I guess that's a sign that I really should update...eeep!

Yeah...I'm tired. Obviously.

And I still need to read my History book and get prepared for the Pannel Discussion...yipee...hah.

Picture!

2004-09-01T21:29:00.000+08:00

ah

^^ My new blog/journal! WAhhh! Another one to add to my list...tehehehe!

Enjoying the pain...

The Da Vinci Code

Point of no return

Coffee Chronicles: Jolli-Coffee

New Look

The Coffee Chronicles: Unlucky

Just thinking...

THAT time of month

2006

Days of Wonder, Seasons of Love: A Concert

BACK!

It's over...finally!

Injected, Cut, and stitched --- the Theresian Way...

This is it!

To break the Silence...

Just another number: 18

Grand Island Escapade Adventure Diary II

Grand Island Escapade Adventure Diary I

Off to another Island

Shopping-wise

Money-wise

American Idol...

The Royal Pain

A step closer

Beer Theory

Rebirth...

New Look

Weee

Weeee!

The Sun, the food, the sun tan, and the pool

Time of our Lives...

Picture

Goodbye my friend...

*grins*

...

*giggle*

..

The highs and lows

Fear

...

Psh.

iFucked up.

New Year, new start, new hope

Merry Christmas...I think?

Wala lang

Appendicitis

Down, down, down, down...

Happy, for once

What the?!

...nyahaha!...

High heeled pain, gowns and emceeing

The "idiot" convo

About meeeee!

Pre-Birthday Bash and Going home

...gah!...

And so it begins

psh.

Death to my PC...Die stupid thing! D-I-E!

FYI...

Chronicles of the Insane I

broke...bankrupt...kaput...nix mehr...

SuperME...psh...what a flop.

Cursed...

21st Annual Cornelio Faigao Memorial Writers Workshop

Fabrication

Stupid CAP---die! die! die!

Working into the night...

Thank the gods...

Film Fest

....psh, History...

...hah...

It's weird...I'm home right now..

Public Transportation

Eating a smoothie and drinking cake

Script Writing Galore...3 hours of sleep.

...wah...

Picture!

grins

giggle