Happy Halloween!!!

Monday, October 31, 2005

Happy Halloween!!! (100th Post!!!)

There are two things that I'm celebrating right now:
Halloween...
And my 100th post! Yey! :)

Last night, around midnight, I was watching tv, trying to fall asleep when there was a faint knock. I thought someone was knocking on someone else's door, so I ignored it. I was watching NFL Football, and it's my first time to watch an actual game so... I was hooked. But I still couldn't understand the rules, etc.

Then, there was the knock again.

I thought of just telling the person that my brother's probably asleep already so he couldn't answer the door. I was on my way to my door when the knock became a bit louder and I realized it wasn't from my door or any of the neighboring doors---it was from my window.

I got irritated and kind of mad. This happened before, but not involving my windows. Some time ago, because our house is at the corner of the street and another street, a lot of people pass by here, including drunks. They used to frequent this area, and one time, they got to fighting and throwing beer bottles at each other, hitting the wall that surrounds our house. And that wall is right below my window.

So yeah, I thought there were drunks throwing beer bottles to my window. Or maybe they're psycho kids that are high and got hold of pebbles and threw them at my window. Hey, that also happened before.

So imagine the shock I got when I pushed aside my curtains.

It was HEDWIG!

She was hitting her beak against my window. A letter was tied to her right foot. It took another minute for me to return to my senses.

OH-MY-GAWD

Hedwig!

So I hastily opened my window and she swiftly swooped inside. She landed on my bed and hooted, annoyed at me because I took so long to let her in. I said I was sorry and removed the letter from her leg. Then I disappeared to nowhere, and brought back a cup of water for her to drink a minute later.

The envelope had my name on it. Seriously. As in quill-written name. And it was parchment. Seriously.

It went like this:

Dear Tep,

Hey. How are you? So, Ron and I were wondering if we could hang out there tomorrow? Or is it today? What time is it there? I'm kinda confused with the time difference and everything. We just want to be somewhere other that here on Halloween, and your place is pretty exciting, so if it's ok with you...

Please???

Hermione and Ginny are coming too.
And I have a surprise for you.
You'll see... :)
So send me your reply A.S.A.P., 'coz we want to get there before dusk.

Harry

So there. It's all so weird!!! And yet, so exciting!!! They just arrived a couple of hours ago. Lucky that nights are longer than days this time of year so sunrise is later than usual. They're here, sleeping, so tired because of the long flight. Harry says my surprise will arrive later.

What do you think that is???

Anyways...

TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!

Friday, October 28, 2005

Ice Cream!!!

Been a long time, huh?

I'm craving for ice cream right now. Ice cream sundae. Ice cream cake. Ice cream sandwich. Dirty ice cream. Anything ice cream.

It's Halloween in 3 days, and I'm super enxcited! I guess my dreams of trick or treating isn't gonna come true this year. Oh well. I'm in the Philippines after all so...I shouldn't expect anything. Besides, my friends will be in other places like uh... Wherever. Resorts and stuff. So there's no one there.

Maybe I should ask other people.

Now, there's this question I've been pondering about for the past 2 days.

How can you know for sure, that you're in love, and not just extremely infatuated with a person?

Well, that's it for now.

Gonna look for ghost stuff on tv. :)

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dreams Vol II

This is actually my desktop wallpaper... Look at the stars... This is like the sky explosion thing I was talking about in the previous post, only the sky was more colorful and the stars more beautiful...

look at the stars!


Now, onto the next part.

Have you ever had a dream that wasn't quite done and you wanted to continue it but can't go back to sleep 'coz it's time to wake up?

I had a couple of dreams like that. It was getting to the good part when someone woke me up 'coz it's time for school. ARGH! I was hoping I'd continue it that night but no...

And recurring dreams. Do you have one? I have several. They're really weird... There's always someone wanting to kill me! There was one when I was running somewhere, I can't really figure out where the exact place was. Then there were cars, like gangsta cars, and then the people in the car just started chasing me and shooting me! They had machine guns!

So yeah, weird. But I was Superman! Bullets bounced off me! Nah... kidding!

And have you ever dreamt in black and white? I haven't... and I'm really curious about it...

So I have to go sleep now, heeheehee.

I was thinking of keeping a dream journal...hmm...

That guy in Scrubs is really cute...

Dreams

As promised!

As you all know, I spend most of my time sleeping. (Although stats says that we spend 1/6 of our life asleep, I think I spent 1/2 of mine) In the rare ocassion that I'm awake, I did a little research about the world I where I trudge around in my sleep.

Dreamland. (corny!)

I'm often in dreamland. And historically, dreams are thought of as some kind of clue to the future. Remember David from the Bible? Or was that someone else? Anyway, whoever that was, his dreams were "prophetic", like, he foresaw the future while he was asleep.

Another thing is, it is said that dreams are manifestations of our deep deep deepest desires, maybe we don't even know of them. So dreams are like tools for us to better know ourselves.

That's why dreams are really fascinating.

We dream every night. We may not always remember them, because we go through 4 stages of sleep, but we do dream each and every night when we sleep.

The 1st stage of sleep is the REM stage. This is where the dreams occur. The next 3 levels are NREM stages, where we go from light sleep to deep sleep. And then we go back to the first one. It's a cycle. To know more about dreams, visit THIS wonderful website where I got these infos from.

So anyway, why I'm so interested with dreams is because I can remember most of my dreams. It's said that we dream an average of 4-7 times a night, and I remember most of those. Not really the complete dream, but most of it, or sometimes only snippets, but later into the day, I'll see something that'll trigger my memory to remember the dream.

Like awhile ago, I knew I had a dream, but I can't remember what. And then I picked my brother's cellpgone up, and I remembered. I dreamt that I was somewhere where there are mountains everywhere and a lake in the middle of the land. And it was nighttime. Because I'm so fascinated with the night sky, the moon and stars especially, I dreamt that there was some kind of silent explosion in the sky that made the stars from lightyears away very very clear even with the naked eye. So I took my brother's cellphone and photographed the sky.

So there. The cellphone. I won't tell the whole dream because it's really crazy and jumbled up! My friend even gave me a dreamcatcher which i hung by my headboard. I used to have these horrible dreams about dinosaurs, dead people, psycho killers and all that creepy stuff. I've become accustomed to them, but they creep the heck out of my friends when I tell my dreams to them. So one of them gave me the dreamcatcher. It kinda worked; my dreams became senseless. It's like, the scary stuff are strained out of the dream that the remaining parts were just nonesense.But that's okay! :)

I'm trying to find meaning in my dreams. The other day I dreamt about me and my friend running around, really anxious because we're supposed to be looking for something for the contest we joined. When I woke up, I looked in a dream dictionary and it said that when you see a friend in your dream distressed, it means that s/he has some kind of problem or something. Later that day, that friend I dreamt of IMed me and told me she's got a prob. Not really a serious one...but still...

So, I gotta go now, more later! :)

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Just a Night

Tonight is just...tonight.

This afternoon, my brother and I went to 168 Mall. I was supposed to do my Christmas shopping (early, huh?) but ended up buying a ton of DVDs. Well, I had the money... and I didn't know what to get my friends...

What do you give someone who has everything?

But I had my eye on some cute bags there. Maybe they'll like those... And Spongebob stuff so... I'll go back there. Yeah, and I have to earn back what I wasted on DVDs. Hehehe. Bought 3 Linkin Park DVDs, so yeah, I don't know. I'll watch them some time this month.

My Internet Explorer is acting weird. The fonts are humongous.

So after we went home, we went to the hospital to see my grandmother. She looked peaceful, but not better. Please, pray for her with me.

I just fell asleep in the waiting area. I was so sleepy.

Then we went home, and my brother and I watched House of Wax (one of the DVDs we bought). It was.........okay. The only scary thing there was one part when Paris Hilton opened up the lamp and this freak guy who looked like Snape got a sudden close up. That was it. The other scenes were...ho-hum okay. The peeling skin exposing raw flesh was disgusting, though. There were lots of disgusting scenes.

We watched it while eating Jollibee. Kudos to 24-hour delivery!

So now, my brother had to go study. He has midterms tomorrow. I'm left with no one to talk worthless stuff about.

Would you believe, a couple of nights ago, we stayed up until 4 am categorizing people using the teams in the movie The Longest Yard? Boy, if you haven't seen that, you've missed 3/4 of your life! Go see it, or buy a DVD, to get what I'm talking about.

Still, it was a worthless but FUN conversation.

I love my brother for always decreasing my IQ when I talk to him.

So now, I'm bored. And sleepy. But more of bored. I opened up Princess Diaries Volume VI last night, and I got bored after a few pages. I guess I'm not in a royal mood right now. Heehee. That was lame. So I extracted my copy of HP and the HBP from my bedside cabinet. I've planned on rereading it when sembreak comes, and here sembreak is at last.

You always notice something new when rereading books, especially HP books. Now I noticed on page 2, the story was going on about the Muggle Prime Minister getting blamed for all the disasters happening around, which was obviously out of their control. There's this passage that caught my attention:

"Or that the government should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had caused so much damage to both people and property?"

Doesn't it sound like Hurricane Katrina? I mean, okay, I'm not implying or saying anything about JKR being psychic or whatever, that's just ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. But it's a really, well, freaky coincidence... Hurricane Katrina is a freak hurricane and destroyed people and property, right? And USA is a western country... And I also heard in the news that Bush got blamed for what happened, that he didn't do enough whatever to help or something...

Isn't it weird?

So now, I'm going back to rereading this. I'm gonna extract all the clues to Book 7 that I can.

Next, I'll be discussing about DREAMS...

P.S. I feel like I'm some sort of daily dose of reading for you guys... Haha!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

HP-GoF GALORE!! (Cedric Cedric Cedric!)

Cedric and Harry
Cedric and Harry with Rita Skeeter

One lucky lucky girl...
Ced and Cho dancing at the Yule Ball (I wish I was her...!!!)

Cedric... *heart heart heart*
Cedric... *sigh*

Ron and Harry Best Friends Forever!!!
My fave boys... Ron and Harry!!!

Why so glum?
Why so glum?

ANGAS!
The Best and Most Awaited Movie of 2005!!!
Watch it!!!
All photos care of MuggleNet.com (the BEST Harry Potter site EVER!!!)


Monday, October 17, 2005

Sleep All Day

I slept all day today. Well, not really all day, but most of it.

I slept around 2 am, and woke up around 9 am 'coz I had to go... nature calls. :) And then I got to my computer for a few minutes, and went back to sleep again.

At 2pm, someone woke me up and told me to go have lunch. I ate a hotdog, then went back to sleep again. As of an hour ago, 5pm, I'm "officialy" awake. I wouldn't have, but my mom barged in my room and decided to sleep beside me. I can't sleep when there's some other person on my bed. And she started chattering about whatever. Chatter chatter chatter.

So I decided to wake up.

And then my dad came in and started talking with my mom. Fact: My mom talks REALLY LOUD. As in when she calls me up in the intercom from downstairs, I just have to open my door and I'd hear her loud and clear. No intercom needed.

So there. I decided to wake up. And then mom and dad went on talking, complaining about my room, that it's so dirty, etc. He even wanted my bean bag out of my room! ARGH! I mean, dude, this is my room not yours! I spend all of my time here and I'm fine with it, so why do you have to have the say which goes in and out of it?!

This is so annoying. I am so annoyed and irritated right now.

Maybe because i have to go back to that sh*thole of a hospital later. I mean, don't get me wrong. I really want my grandma to get well you know. I always pray for her. I want her to go home already because it's really boring in the hospital and there's NO TV!

But there's just something wrong with that place. I don't know what, but there's just something.

I can feel it.

And right now, my mom, still hogging the left half of my bed, is talking with someone on the phone. Really loud. As if the person she's talking to is in another continent.

And my dad is in front of my mirror/vanity closet. Whatever it's called. And he's waiting...waiting...waiting like a ghost in Halloween. Ok, that's lame, but whatever. He's waiting for me to get ready. To go to the hospital.

Please, save me from this life!

Sunday, October 16, 2005

This is Me

I am 22% Idiot.
Friggin Genius
I am not annoying at all. In fact most people come to me for advice. Of course they annoy the hell out of me. But what can I do? I am smarter than most people.
I am 40% Evil Genius.
I Want to be Evil!
I want to be evil. I do evil things. But given the opportunity, and a darn good reason I may turn to the good side. Besides I am probably a miserable evil genius.
I am 29% Geek.
Geek? Yes, but at least I got social skills.
You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.

Never Letting Go

What is a friend?

Is a friend just someone to talk to? Is s/he just someone you go with to party? To hang out with?

No, it's more than that. Much more. Much much more. Much much much more.

Seven years ago, I became a friend. And the year after that. And the year after that. And the next couple of years after that.

Until now.

Some "friends" take for granted the signature we usualy sign at the end of notes or cards or letters.

xoxo,
_______
Friends Forever!!!! *heart heart heart*

Maybe I did before, when they signed that at the end of their notes or letters or cards for me.

But I meant each and every signature I made to them.

Forever. For all eternity. No matter what. Until the Second Coming. If possible, even beyond that.

I thought being a friend was easy. I mean, you just have to be there everyday to see them, laugh at their jokes, hang out where they hang, say "It's ok" when they cry or just say nothing at all.

As each year passed, I learned my lessons the hard way. I got hurt. I cried. I learned how to care. I loved. Loved like we're of the same blood. One lash at them and I bleed.

I admit, I'm not the perfect friend. There were lots of times I wasn't there for them. Lots of times when I failed to support them.

But not once, NOT ONCE, did I turn away from them.

I've been left alone. It was hard but I managed. I protect. I'm like a bodyguard/chapperone. I was a "mom". I was a sister. I was a strict aunt. At one point, a self-righteous, close-minded, over-controlling *&^$$%*. I admit that.

Now, I let them free.

Free to get hurt and learn.

It hurts a lot. A whole lot. It pains me to set them free.

But I'm never letting go.

I learned to care. I don't want to care. But I do. And setting them free to get hurt... It's not easy.

Not easy at all.

It hurts like sh*t, but I have to. We're all adults now, time to make our own mistakes and learn from them.

I didn't want to grow up. Never did. Ok, maybe a little bit, but not this mush. I wanted to stay 17 forever.

We have to move on. The road is waiting for me. It even prepared special treats for me: quicksand that's impossible to come out of, mountains that reach heaven for me to climb, big boulders to move, warp to suck me in and spit me out to the other side where there's a huge dragon trained to spit fire and fry me in the count of 1.

I'm never letting go.

I've made a vow, a promise, and I've kept it for so long. And I won't break it.

No matter what.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Well...

Nothing.
I saw Armageddon (the movie) awhile ago... and I cried.
If someone were really brave like the character of Bruce Willis in that movie... then we'd be saved.
And I love the soundtracks: I don't wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith and Leaving on a jet plane by Chantal Kreviazuk. (not sure of the spelling of her name)
After that, I came across this thriller in Star Movies.
The guy who turned out to be the psycho was really cute.
He looked so neat and nice and preppy with his neat hair and eyeglasses.
I really dig guys who wear glasses...
Harry?
Hmm...
I still dig Cedric more. :)
Of course, not Dumbledore.
I wanna see the Corpse Bride.
Maybe later.
It's like Beetlejuice. I love that movie. Anybody seen Beetlejuice? It's a very Halloween-y movie.
I wanna see lots of movies.
But I have to save up for HP4 premier tickets.
The thing is...
There's this guy.
I texted him. We haven't seen each other in months. I saw him in a newspaper. I texted him.
Didn't think he would text back, but he did.
It started from like, 7pm.
Ended at 2am.
I didn't think he'd be awake 'til that hour.
He's such a nice guy.
Really nice.
And cute.
But still...
It's not him.
But I'm not refusing... ;)
Why is it that...
The one that you want
Isn't the one
That's there?
I miss him.
I miss him.
I miss him.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Despicable!!!

My Yahoo Messenger status message right now:
Sinusumpa ko na ang fil hanggang mag Second Coming

Translation:
I'm cursing Fil until the Second Coming

Today was the earliest exam time I had all week--> 7:30 am. I woke up early to brush up on some notes on fil which didn't really help. I got to school 10 minutes before the exam. I was happy. I rushed to K201 where they said the exam would take place. At the bottom of the stairway to K201, I met three of my blockmates. They were running; they looked harassed. I smiled and said hi. They asked me if I brought my fil book.

No, I didn't.

We need it.

Sh*t. C'mon let's go look for a photocopy machine.

Every photocopy station is still closed.

Lib.

Still closed. it opens at exactly 7:30.

We'll be late.

Better late than no copy of the story and flunk the test.

Ok, lib.

-run run run-

We met another two of our blockmates by the lib. They brought their books. Dang. The freakin' beadle (teacher assistant?) didn't tell all of us what were supposed to bring. My internet connection's broken down yesterday (that's why no new post!) so I didn't get to check my mail or see the Yahoo group. Lisa said there wasn't anything posted on the group. Dang. It's not our fault we didn't know we're supposed to bring the book. But as usual, this is college, everything is our fault now. If we get hit by a car because the driver is freakin' blind and drunk, it'll still be our fault.

So we waited right in front of the lib's doors, and barged right in when the guard flipped the sign from CLOSED to OPEN. We checked the ground floor. No one's at the photocopying center.

Upstairs!

Unluckily, I was wearing a pair of really loose pants. So I had to hold my pants up while running or it'll really fall off. So we got to the machine and had a million copies printed because a million of our blockmates didn't get the message that we're supposed to bring the freakin' book. That's not our fault. If it's only me, then, yeah, but there were a million of us so that meant that the friggin' beadle didn't do his job well.

Off we went to the exam building. It was a long run. I can't run fast. I can't run long distances. I tire easy. I mean, with the extra hundred pounds on me, how can I run as fast as the people with me who are half my weight? Nope, not my fault. This is because of the genes I inherited from my ancestors. Both my mom's and dad's families are well, big, so it's their fault.

With pants held high above my waist, I ran as fast as I could to the exam room.

So I got the exam booklet and the questionairre and the copy of the story. It was a dang long story. I spent an hour reading it. Wer've exhausted 15 minutes of the exam time with the photocopying, (not our fault we didn't know we're supposed to bring the book) so I had 45 minutes left to make an outline worth 20 pts and psychoanalyse the characters in the story and plan my essay carefully because neatness is worth 10 pts and of course, content worth 20 pts. A couple of paragraphs into the essay, the prof announces, "25 minutes left!"Just imagine how panicked I got. My outline still looked like sh*t, and my brain is so scattered I can't pull my thoughts together.

Time's up! Pass your papers.

I'm not done yet!

I'll just be upstairs. When your done, go up and give me your papers.

So again, with pants held high, we ran upstairs. I looked like a marathon runner on a relay race. I was running, clutching my pants, with my arm outstretched and calling after my prof.

This is the stupidest most despicable day in my whole life as a college student.

All because of fil.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Easiest Way to Get in the Guiness Book of World Records


My brother e-mailed me this poster.

Just read it to know what it's all about.

I'm planning to starve myself for the whole week next week so I'd be able to eat all the 400 dishes!

Hmm...maybe I should bring a Tupperware, you know, just in case I get hungry on my way home...

I mean, I'm gonna have to walk the 350 meters, right?!

KATAKAWAN!

Sinong gusto sumama sa akin? Kenken? Hihihihi!

The Hand

In the car, on the way to school awhile ago, I lay back on my seat and close my eyes. I've been solving Math problems sinec the night before, and the formulas running through my mind are making me dizzy.

So I close my eyes.

Then three sharp knocks startled me.

Knock-knock-knock.

They came from my window, where I saw an old man, grime sticking to his body, a hand held out for that spare coin I might have. But what caught my eye is his other hand.

He doesn't have one.

I closed my eyes again.

Yeah, you might think I'm such a cold-hearted piece of sh*t for snubbing that poor fellow.

Well, I'm not.

First thing: I forgot to bring any money. I was rushing to get to school that I didn't put the coins I took out last night back into my pocket.

Second thing: I can't stand looking at such a conditon. It breaks my heart.

He kept on knocking, but I ignored him. It was such a relief when the traffic lights finally gave way to us. In my mind, my plan was reinforced with even more certainty that I have to do it.

I have to HELP.

Sometimes, these beggars aren't really sympathetic figures. Well, the ones who carry their babies around traffic and exposing them to pollution and using them to get donations, they're the ones that don't need our sympathy. I mean, they're clearly abled people. They think poverty is their disability and that it's a perfect excuse for them to just thrust out their hand and money will come instantly from the soft-hearted suckers. They need to work to earn money.

So maybe some of you think that I'm being a cold-hearted b*tch here because I'm not in their situation. To be honest, if I'm in their situation, I won't know what to do. I can't imagine myself being like that. Maybe now you're thinking that it's easy for me to tell them to go get a job because I'm not in their situation, and that I can afford to blog about it so I probably don't need one right now.

Well, I know it's not easy to get a job, even if you've finished college. So how could they? Most of them didn't even got into high school, maybe have never gone to school ever. There are other jobs. Like applying as maids, janitors, or making rags and sampaguita garlands and stuff. At least, even though those jobs generate meager income, they won't be freeloading off of sympathy.

But seriously, even though I said those things above, I'm not a sympathy-proof heart. I hate seeing people suffer. I hate seeing people homeless, dragging their kids around the streets, sleeping on the sidewalk. I hate seeing outstretched hand at the other side of my car window. If only I could make something happen that all of these street nomads would have a home.

I'm supporting charities that aim to help these street people. But of course, my allowance can only provide so little. There's too much poverty in this country, let alone the whole world, for the few giving people that exist to be able to compensate.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Helloooo Cedric Diggory!


Ok, so I knew Cedric Diggory was supposed to be "handsome", that's why Cho's gaga over him.
But I NEVER thought he'd be this handsome.....................
This is his best pic I've ever seen.
YEY CEDRIC!
I'm a Hufflepuff.
I always get Hufflepuff in Sorting hat quizzes...
This just proves I'm a pushover...
Kidding!

E-card courtesy of Harry Potter Fan Zone

Freaky Li'l Creepy Crawlies

I was sitting here, staring into space, when something rushed by. I jerked my head to the direction it went. I didn't see anything. So I went back to staring into space.

Again.

Something whooshed pass.

A lizard.

On my bed!

I hate crawling things. Ok, I like babies. They're cute when they crawl. But insects and reptiles and amphibians...EUGH!

I hate cockroaches!

So anyway, I'm just procrastinating again. It's 10 in the evening, and I've got a 9-page Math reviewer to answer. Hell, I'm gonna flunk.

Well, hopefully not.

I need 183 points tomorrow. I need it!

But it's just that, with the break looming just out of my reach, I just can't concentrate on anything! When I try to, my mind just keeps drifting off to things I wanna do during the break.

SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!

This is Getting Harmful

I know there are a lot of people like me out there.

That's why I'm turning this computer off.

The blogging bug hit me last Tuesday, and I never found the cure.

It's that phase again, when I can't let one day pass without posting an entry-- and usually long ones! I've been having this "syndrome" since I started blogging. The other "syndrome" is my Diary Syndrome. It's when I can't let a day pass without writing in my diary. Now, I'm in my Blogger Syndrome, and my diary is rotting on my bedside table.

As I've mentioned (many many times) before, I have exams coming up, and one is in 11 hours.

And I haven't finished yet, not even half, I think.

I keep on looking at my blog.

I AM DEFINITELY GOING TO TURN OFF THIS COMPUTER.

When I get up, 4 hours from now.

Good night!

Sunday, October 09, 2005

A Birthday Greeting

Ok, so he's not related to me in any way, but he's one fifth (now 1/4, darn Bry!) of the boyband (yikes! corniks!) that had a big part in my life. They did covers, both super cheesy they make me puke and ones that I can listen to forever. But of course, their best music are their original songs.

This band added a hit of craziness in my chaotic grade 5 year (I was a crazy 12-year-old), and because of them, I have one of my bestfriends now, and I met my fellow GWALLERS (crazy fans, talented stalkers) whom I so want to hang out with again.

My so called "man of my dreams" was one of them, and although he turned out to be gay (not really that surprised, because everyone says he looked gay, I just refused to accept it), I still love them to bits. Of course, one of them has the best singing voice I've ever heard in the whole world.

I rooted for them from the time they were innocent teens thrust out into the harsh pop world (that was back in 1999). Now, when three of them got married, two have babies, one is engaged and one is gay and one married member with two kids quit, although the hype that I used to feel for them are partially diminished, I still love them.

Ok, I'm ending this endless introduction. It's 7pm, I have FINALS tomorrow!!!!

Happy 27th Birthday Nix!

Nicky Byrne (he kinda looks like David Beckham, doesn't he?)

Westlife

Audioblogs and Soggy Cookies

It's 2am and I'm supposed to be asleep now. i have to get up early tomorrow to go to my relative's house and do something--I don't know what. My dad said it's something about dusting off bad luck...

I hope it works.

Anyway, I made chocolate chip oatmeal cookies today! The recipe said it's "just like Mrs. Field's" but I guess my execution went wrong so it's all soft and crumbly... But my brother says it tastes good so it's ok. He wants more chocolate chips though.

So as you can see, I've tried audioblogging! It's really cool! You can blog anytime, anywhere with just your phone! But the thing is, it's so expensive if you live outside the US. I have to pay for international calls. It's 40 cents per minute, and that converts to around 21 pesos per minute. I made a 4-minute call awhile ago so... Almost a hundred for one audioblog entry! Ok, I'm gonna do that only once a month. Or I'd have to get Sun Cellular. Their rates are 10 cents per minute, much cheaper.

Today is a day of creations for me. After creating an audioblog, I joined National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)! It's for a cause. It's for people who, even one split-second in their life, thought to themselves, "I'm going to write a novel someday."

Now that sounds just like me.

Starting November 1, all the applicants will start writing their novel. No artsy-wartsy needed. You can write off the top of your head! The only requirement is that you write 50,000 words or more by November 30. That's the end. There will be winners, and who knows, you might get discovered and get published! There are a lot of people who, through NaNoWriMo, got book deals! Can you believe that?! Go on! Take the challenge!

And so, after joining up, I thought, "I need a place where I could post my novel." So I created a new blog! It's :+:SuPeRhEr0 sLaCkEr:+:! I'll be posting starting... some time soon! Come drop by, I'll let you know once I've started posting. Comments on the story would be much appreciated!

And check out the new links on the sidebar! Click on BLOGEXPLOTION!!!

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Overexcited Harry Potter Babble

this is an audio post - click to play



Omg, my very first audioblog entry! Sorry if no one can understand me. I'll speak in english next time.

Warning: my spoken english SUCKS. I'm better off writing!

Oktober Fest ---> Where Where We Should Be

It's finally OCTOBER!!! The sound of Halloween cheers that I've been faintly hearing for some time now is getting louder by the minute.

But it's not only that.

OKTOBER FEST is here!!!


"San Miguel Oktober Fest..
Raise your mugs this is the best!
Tayo na't magparty na
Oktober Fest na!"

That song keeps on running through my brain very often these days.

For those who don't know, San Miguel is a brand of beer, well, alcoholic drinks. And since high school, I've been wondering what goes on in this "Oktober Fest" they kept on singing about in the radio (I mean the jingle).

My idea of it is that in Boracay, where all the "cool" and "wild" and "sexy" beach bums hang out during breaks, they have these all-night parties by the sea and they give out FREE BEER! How great would that feel, partying in you bikinis/trunks/whatever drinking bottomless beer? You can do whatever you want. puke wherever you want and evevryone'll just laugh off all your mishaps because all of you are pissed as hell.

One time, our teacher asked us what we think freedom is. A lot of people said, "Boracay". Yeah, it's the place to be, tehy say. You can walk naked and no one will care because tehre prolly is someone at the other end of the shore walking naked too.

Why is this so special? Well, because here in the Philippines, people are still actually conservative. I admit that I'm one of those, but not that much. I'm trying to keep an open mind. If you go wild like that somewhere else, you'd be dubbed as sluty. Minis too short? Everything's too short.

Boracay=Freedom --> this is because Bora, as we call it, is a tourist spot so the people there are liberated aand of course, young people are abundant. No old people, more fun!

I've never been there, but I want to some time, with my friends and we'd go CRAZY!!!

BORA

Friday, October 07, 2005

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

(Oh.. Holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
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Isn't his name like, Daniel Radcliffe and Harry Potter combined? Hahahaha I just kinda find that funny... It's a good song, one of the Soundtracks of My Life. I'd compile an album of that. So far there are at least 5 songs in already.

The song just makes me feel better. Yeah, it speaks of someone who's had a bad day, but the melody is soothing. The melody kind of says, "Don't worry, everything's gonna be OK." And the lyrics is nice. It's not the typical angst-ridden ones we hear often from punk bands. Not that I don't like those, I mean, I love Simple Plan and it's nice to scream your vocal cords off to let out the steam. But sometimes, we just gotta let the tears flow, you know? I got an "inspirational" message awhile ago and it said that once in a while, we should just let it out. Watch a sappy movie, read a book, sing a sad song and just cry. I was thinking, I haven't done that in a while. Haha! It's not that I like crying. It's just that, three months ago, I cried so often, loneliness and adjustment issues. Now, because of all the health-hazardous schoolwork that's given to us, all the feelings of loneliness, of breaking down, just got pushed aside. And that's not good, because when a moment of tranquility comes, all those feelings would come barreling back like the Hogwarts Express and hit you hard. Sometimes, a good cry is all it takes to be happy.

So now I'm thinking of watching A Walk to Remember again... Hmm... Tissues on the ready!

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Burning in HELL 2

Your Hidden Talent

You are both very knowledgeable and creative.
You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.
Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.
As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.
I sure hell hope that I really do have BIG potential! Because I'm losing hope in myself. The world became a darker place - all because of stupid Fil.
We had our second long exam awhile ago. It was for 40 points, passing was 35. Guess what i got.
Thirty-freakin'-four!!!
I mean, GAWD, 1 point?!
So anyway, our prof made us go to this Fil poetry reading before, and he said that whoever goes, he'll add like, 10 points in the long test. I don't think he added it yet, so I still have hope! If not, I need to get at least 80% in the finals. This is just so IMPOSSIBLE!!! I mean, I didn't even reach 70% of the test awhile ago and that was about stories that I have already read. In the finals, they're gonna give us a new story and a new poem to rub our brains to. So how the hell am I going to do that. I don't even understand half the shit I answered awhile ago.
Call me stupid (I know I am), but what the hell is ideological apparatus blah? Ok, so we've discussed that and I have a vague idea what it is, but I swear, I didn't understand anything. I mean, how can a basurero and a chopped off leg with a Nike shoe got to do with sexual orientation? Please, anybody up there, help me out because I'm BURNING IN HELL.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Nocturnal

Ok, I'm here once again! After almost a month of not posting anything... For my precious readers, I offer you these posts. Please bear with me for only nonsense is coming out of my brain right now. :)

So it's 1:30 am, I've got classes at 7am, my eyes are drooping already, but I'm still not asleep. Why? Don't ask me, I don't know either. Maybe because of the tea I drank? It's proven that tea will keep you awake longer than caffeinated coffee. Or maybe because my my internal clock is all muddled up that it says bedtime is at 2am.

So anyway, I'm watching Desperate Housewives right now. I'm just gonna finish this and I'm off to dreamyland!

Speaking of these popular TV series, whoever's reading this, what's your favorite series? Mine is Smallville. Ok, Tom Welling being really hot is a BIG factor, but I just like the fact that it's not another ordinary drama we see on tv. It's got supernatural stuff. We're talking about the young SUPERMAN here!!! Charmed, of course, is my next favorite. Since I was a baby, I've always dreamt of being a witch, hence, my addiction to Harry Potter. All that magic... Oh, I wish I could be them. If only it's not a sin.

So yeah, that. I'm getting really drowsy now. So whoever likes watching TV, here is the list of available series:

Scrubs season 1
Southpark Season 1,2 & 5
The OC Season 1 & 2 (but only vcd quality)

Upcoming:
Smallville 1 & 2
Spongebob Squarepants seasons 1 & 2
One Tree Hill seasons 1 & 2
Mr. Bean the Animated Series

So there. Give the upcoming a couple more weeks and they'll be done. Just tag if you're interested. :) Nyt!

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

burning in HELL

This is like, the worst day ever. I hate my life. Ok, not all of it but... I just HATE HATE HATE school!!! I know I've said this before, but believe me, I've never meant it this much.

I just want to thank LINKIN PARK for coming up with the song IN THE END because it's the perfect soundtrack for my life. And next in line is HARI NG SABLAY by Sugarfree (tama ba?)


"I've tried so hard and got so far
In the end it doesn't even matter"


This morning, I was almost late for FIlipino class. I got inside the classroom just in time for the teacher to call my name, roll call. So, good timing isn't it? The makings of a pretty ok day.


DEAD WRONG!!!

So it was the day of our reporting. We're supposed to analyze a short story, do psychoanalysis on the characters or view it in a Marxist way or whatever. So there. I spent like, an hour last night deciphering all these context stuff and all that deep stuff that I felt my brain liquify. I wrote it in a 1 whole piece of paper, because my printer's not working. I planned on just handing it to whoever's gonna be picked for reporting.

It goes like this. So we're a group, right. And the teacher is gonna pull out a name from an envelope. Whoever's name that is is gonna be a reporter for his/her group. So in short, our grades rely on that single person. A week ago, I was praying not to get picked. I really hate speaking in front of people. I get so tongue-tied and my hands get really cold and I just babble endlessly, not making snese at all. But I really prepared for this report. I knew what I was supposed to say. Our prof was looking for all that deep shit in out reports, and I dug and dug into the story until I unearthed all the deep stuff that he wanted us to report about. I really need to get an A in this report, it's 40 items for goodness' sake. I got an F in the advisory marks because of our...let's just say, out former prof. Someone might come across this blog and have it broadcasted school-wide like what happened to that poor girl who dissed the priests of our school. Nothing's safe anymore. No freedom of speech, I tell ya. Better write down the vital thoughts in a real diary.

So anyway, I was kinda relieved when I wasn't called for reporting. But I was worried because the groupmate of mine who was to report said he couldn't do it, that he didn't know what to say. I don't want to point fingers here. It's not his fault. The thing that pissed me off was that our prof was sooo grouchy this morning. Ok, if you're a prof, you should be patient, right? You should understand your students, help them learn. What our prof did was while my groupmate was reporting, he stood up, walked to the window and looked outside, as if he was in his own house with nothing to do. And then as if that's not enough to make us all uncomfortable, he even went out of the classroom and walked along the corridors. While my groupmate was reporting. I mean, please, teachers are supposed to be examples for us, role models. Doesn't he know what the meaning of the word RUDE means? His excuse for hus really really really rude behaviour was that he didn't understand a thing of our report. Well, yeah, I know our report sucked, but will you please show a little respect? I mean, if he was explaining something and I couldn't understand it and I suddenly stand up and look outside the window, he's probably get mad right and kick me out of the classroom. And probably fail me. I mean, we are all anxious about our grades because almost the whole class got F's in the advisory marks. Please show a little patience towards us. We may have sucked, yes, but we're sucky reporters who have feeling too, you know.

I liked him pa naman. Our prof, I mean. He was a good teacher. He explained everything to us. I understood his lessons unlike our previous prof, whom he replaced. But that thing he did today. That was just... I don't wanna say it. I'm just so mad. Ok, so my groupmate was a little off, but the prof is supposed to be the more mature of the two, and so is supposed to be the one who'll give, who'll understand. But NO. He just walked around, insulting us. I was thinking that if that were me reporting, I would've done a bit better. But I didn't have the chance. And our prof treated us like we're some dog poo he stepped on the sidewalk and impatiently wiped off on the concrete. I had a really really bad day. I didn't feel so good after that first period. I have this strong feeling that I'm gonna have to take up this same subject next semester. I didn't function very well after that period. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep and just let eveything go.

The bad thing is, we have our 4th Math long test that afternoon.

So I went to the library, still tulala because of what happened. I fell asleep around 9:30, woke up at 10. Some big guy bumped my table really hard it made me jump. But it was an accident. God's little way of waking me up, because believe me, I almost didn't have the intention to wake up. I was sooo depressed. I still am. So there, studied for 2 hours. I reviewed last night. I analyzed the solutions, how to do things, the patterns and stuff. Once I know how to do it, I'll pass.

BUT NOOOOOOOO...

I think it's the devil's birthday today or something because everything just went downhill. Down, down, down, until the deepest level of hell. So there, I sat in my Math class, nervous yet feeling alright. The questionairres came along and....

SHIT.

I didn't know how to do anything. There were 20 numbers for multiple choice, 4 points each. I wildly guessed about 10 of those because I was out of time. The remaining 20 points was for problem solving. I don't know what I did. As long as I came up with an answer then it's good enough.

I probably flunked that test. There goes my dream of getting a B. Or even a C+.


MY LIFE SUCKS.

I'm wishing to get hit by a lightning and die.

I wish I was in some other world, you know? Why wasn't I born into the HP world. I wish I was just a character in those books. At least my life would have adventure and I can swish and flick my wand and make things appear. And they don't have to do Math and those analyzing shit! Except if you're trying to be Hermione.