Happy Halloween!!!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

I'm Getting Married!

To whom?

I don't know.

I caught this though:















Preferably to John Cena.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to frisk him... *naughty wink*

Anyway, in a couple of days I'd be gone for a whole week to an internet-free zone. I'd be ripped out of civilization!!! Goodness.

At least I'd have my cellphone...

I went to watch WWE Armageddon 2006 awhile ago with my friends. Gawd, it's wonderful to just sit in an almost empty movie house and scream stupidity with buddies. It's...liberating. What feels greater is that I finally had people watch wrestling with me and actually enjoy it. It's really sad to really love something and have nobody to share the joy with. That's why I bought a complete set of HP books and sent it to my cousins for Christmas. It's my joy; I want it to be theirs, too.

I've been looking for Christmas specials but I haven't found any... :( I hope tomorrow I'd be able to catch some...

Well, gotta go now... Gotta face another boyfriendless Christmas.

I WILL marry John Cena someday though.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Title Change

for Joyce.

Two down (okay, one and a half), a million more to go.

These readings just don't end.

And I have four days to finish them.

At least one line in them was true. I already know this stuff. Why give it a fancy name?

Because I don't know everything.

Yeah, I don't. But I don't want to. I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!

I just want to have a merry little Christmas.

And yet I'd be stuck in an internet-free zone for a week finishing up two major papers and a book, and maybe a truck-load more readings.

Whoopdi-doo.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Lana the Damsel in Distress

As I mentioned in the previous post, I've been watching Smallville (started from season 4) this past week. I do enjoy watching it, because I love Superman (although I didn't read the comics and everything...but I want to). I even liked the "dismal" Superman Returns movie. Well, yeah, the storyline was pathetic, but the effects were just wonderful...and I can't ignore that.

So anyway, getting back to Smallville. Been watching this series since I was a freshman in high school. Watched every single episode of it...up until the secind season...I think. Hmm. That made me think. I'm sure I've seen every single episode 'til the second season (I had the VCDs), and I think I followed the third season religiously on TV. But the fourth season came and I didn't get to watch everything. When I watched the 4th season days ago, I did remember most of the episodes. So I guess I still saw that...but not all. And now, I'm on the last episode of season 5... and I'm getting uber irritated.

Not with the show, no.

With Lana Lang.

Gawd, she's just become so pathetic and annoying that I can't stand her anymore. I wish she just died instead of Jonathan Kent!

I loved Lana since day one. She's pretty and charming and just you know, all around nice girl. But goodness, her character is weak! I've just realized. Viewing all those TV shows somehow made me more...critical(?) about observing characters...Whatever.

Anyway, she's such a damsel in distress. Yeah yeah, I've dreamt of being rescued by a knight in shining armor on a white horse with a sword or something. I'm a romantic. But the way Lana has turned out... Ugh! What have they done to her?!

She's been in the hospital in almost every episode. She keeps on saying "I don't need to be protected!" But she ends up being saved by everybody, from Clark to Lex, and even Jason (who I hated-->he's just his mother's puppet. What an idiot). It's like she couldn't live without a boyfriend! First she had Whitney, who is just...I don't know, nothing, compared to Clark (Clark's obviously hotter!!!). And she was unwilling to leave that scumbag for Clark! Would you believe that? But anyway, I thought, first boyfriend and eveything, it's hard to let go. So there.

After Whitney died, I thought she'd finally get together with Clark. But our ickle superhero is too shy (torpe!!!) and complicated and confused to get with her. I think Lana had season 3 as a break from guys? Can't remember, I have to watch that again. But I know that she had a string of flings throughout, always falling ang clinging to the guy and then later ending up in the hospital, saved by Clark. She's such a waste of superpowers.

Then Season 4 came and with it, Jason. I mean, Jensen Ackles is cute, but his character is just so pathetic. He's like this huge extra throughout the season who just existed to be manipulated by the Luthors and his mother. He claimed to be protecting Lana when he did what he did, and then Lana goes all angry and says, "I don't need to be protected!" Yeah, she had the spirit of a wicked countess possessing her, but still she ended up where? Oh yeah, under Lex's protection.

Fifth season came, and thank goodness, she and Clark finally hook up! After grieving a second for Jason. Of course, who could protect her better than Superboy himself? And then she goes all angry with Clark because he's not being honest (which, I guess, from her point of view, is really maddening). But everything Clark did was for her protection. When she got close to Lex, Clark warned her to stay away because he's afraid of what might happen to her. Yep, same line. "I dn't need to be protected!"

At least Jason lasted for a whole season. But for the whole Clark and Lana love team that went on since day one, they didn't last that long. If only she knew that what Clark did was for her...He lost his father for her! Well, he didn't know that would happen but still. She went running to Lex Luthor. I mean, that's the worst couple ever. Lex is like, old in the story, and Lana was only 18 or 19 at the time. Ugh! And after all that jazz about her not trusting Lex or not needing protection, she went to him for every little glitch that happened in her life. Even when Lex admitted that he lied to her in order to protect her, guess what she said. Yes. That. "I don't need to be protected!"

If she really doesn't need to be protected, then why does she end up being helpless all the time? I know, some people might argue that she didn't choose to be protected, but the men around her just took it upon themselves to be her protector. But that's just it. She needed men around her. You don't see Chloe and Lois that helpless. Okay, Chloe a bit, but not every time. She manages to get herself out of trouble. Especially Lois. I love it that she's really stubborn and strong. That's the type of girl that doesn't need protecting. Who is Lana kidding? One smack and she hits the floor. At least Lois could get a couple more kicks in before she collapses.

The other thing I'm pissed about is how abruptly she falls into Lex's arms. And that loyalty at the end of the 5th season! It's as if Clark and her never was. True, Clark broke her heart. I mean, having someone you love look you in the eyes and tell you he doesn't love you is...like death itself. But claiming that she loved him for so long and then making out with Lex Luthor public enemy #1 that fast? And then defending him from Clark? She is just so guillible, easily falling for any guy that woos her. It's just pathetic. I hate it. I'm just glad Superman ends up with Lois in the end. At least he's have time saving the rest of the world with her being able to take care of herself. Imagine if Superman ended up with Lana. He'd become her bodyguard, having to save her neck all the time because she's too much a sissy to do so that he doesn't have time to save the rest of the world, even with his superspeed.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Tears of Joy




When I saw this video (even the shorter one), I discovered that tears of joy truly do exist. The wait is unbearable...I just hope it's worth it. Well, Harry Potter is always worth it. :)

Saturday, November 18, 2006

I Want SLEEP!

I've been stuck here in school since 1pm. It's now half past 8 in the evening ang I'm freaking tired! We were made to do a mini Amazing Race awhile ago and we're supposed to have learned something from it. Yeah. I learned that eating 3 raw silis (red hot pepper) can kill you (I had to chug down about a gallon of water and eat a couple crackers to get rid of the flame in my throat). Now, I've got an aching back and I'm deprived of sleep for 12 hrs. I need sleep. And my Smallville marathon got cut short because of this stupid leadership program thing. Argh. But I must admit, I'm kinda having fun, not thinking of having to bathe and answer the call of nature in a public restroom. I miss my room, my soft, comfortable bed and my trusty computer. I haven't finished downloading the latest Supernatural episode yet.

I'm missing my dear Sammy Winchester. (I'm having this huge infatuation on him right now...Well, it's been going on for a week now.) Of course not forgetting Dean Winchester who, I've just realized, is also cute. Okay, I gotta go. Something stupid concerning blindfolds that we have to do. Ugh.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Where had Snail Mail Gone?

I went over my friend's place awhile ago because it's her birthday and we (me and my other friends) kind of surprised her, although she wasn't that surprised because I kind of gave it away. My lying power was down to low when I told her that I had this big project coming up that required her photoshop skills. Nonetheless, we had great fun. It has been a long time since we last saw each other...About a month, I guess. That is a long time for people who used to spend ten hours with each other every single day. I missed them. I miss those days.

As usual, we went up to her room to hang out. We were like nine-year-olds, sorting through jewelry and putting on nail polish. All we needed was a tea set and we'd have a kiddie tea party. Haha! We were deprived as kids. Tsk. Anyway, we stumbled upon her stash of letters in this big circular box (sort of like a hat box). These were letters from us and all our other friends, some dating back to eight years ago. Eight years! That's how long we've been together. I can't even remember how I lived before I met them. Less crazy, I guess. :)

Anyway, when we were around twelve, life took a turn to Dramaland. With that, we also had an abundant supply of stationeries, colored pens, and stuff to talk about. We all saw each other at school everyday, and yet we write each other - EVERY SINGLE DAY. It was only that year that we did that religiously. It's as if we don't talk to each other, but we do. A LOT! We even get scolded by teachers for talking too much. Still, we had enough to say to fill a couple of pages of stationery. It's weird yet amazing. We sorted through the pile and picked out random letters and read it. We especially picked out letters from a certain person because: a.) we're not really friends with that person anymore b.) her letters really are full of drama, kind of like script for The OC.

At the time most of those letters were written, yes, we were all friends, but we kind of hung out in different groups. So that certain person I'm talking about was part of my friend's group at that time (I'm in a different group, but I was still friends with my birthday celebrant friend because we've already been besties for a year at that time...still with me so far?). So initially, a year before, we were this group that I'll call Group A so it won't be confusing. There were three of us here, three girls. And a couple of boys. So okay, five of us. A year later, and I couldn't believe a summer would make that much difference, the five of us got split into several groups. The boys started to hang out with boys, so that'll be Group B. My one friend hung out with girls from her section, so that's Group C, and my other friend hung out with this other group of girls, so that's Group D. I was kind of...left alone. (Yes, as I said, Dramaland!) So anyway, I kind of just floated around then. Yeah, it was sad, but I kind of got thrown in the middle of all the groups. Now, Group B doesn't have that much drama. They're just boys acting as boys. Whatever. Group C, however, was a bit...well, okay. I'll explain.

We were divided in sections. Your classmates (or section-mates, if you will) are the people you're with for the whole day. We don't change classrooms. We stay put in one classroom, a.k.a. our section, and we sort of make that our home. The teachers are the ones who go around from section to section. After breaks, we go back to our section. So there's not much chaos looking for which room you're in for the next subject. It's just that one section. You'll be stuck for the whole day with the same people for a year. Seatmates can differ every quarter or so. Sections get shuffled every year, but sometimes you end up with the same people. So there, I've established the section.

So in Group A, the four of us were in a section, and the other was in a different section. So we only got to be together during breaks and dismissal. And of course, phone all night. The year after, that is, the drama year, this other friend of ours said that she wanted to hang out with the people in her section (the sections didn't get shuffled that schoolyear, which was odd, so we still ended up with the same people, which wasn't all bad). I think she said that she wanted to give the people in her section a chance because she's been hanging out with us all the time that she doesn't have real friends in her section, which is not that good, as they were the people she spend ten hours of her time with every day. So there. She left.

The boys of Group A, duh, became boys, and hung out with Group B. That's inevitable. My other girl friend in Group A hung out with other girls, who are in the same section as us so they became Group D. Whatever whatever, I was blissfully (?) ignorant at this time of the former Group A members at this time. I was floating around with no specific group. I was making other friends though. Same section still. Whatever happened, I'm not that sure, but Group D had some kind of meltdown. Backstabbing galore, you see. And it's all because of this certain person I'm talking about. (I thank God that she doesn't blog so she prolly won't read this).

So here's where the letters come in. Through all of the group changes, we consistently wrote letters to each other. Most of them just, you know, stuff about boybands and crushes, the usual pre-teen things. I don't know where we got all those ideas from. I guess because we're in different groups already that's why we just write each other because we don't get tohang out a lot anymore. But I had this close friend at that time (wasn't part of Group A) and we chatted on the phone all the time but still we wrote kilometric letters to each other. Ha. Inspiration to read those letters just struck me.

So yeah, blah blah blah, the backstabbing began. And they were all in the letters. If two pages is impossibly long for me to write, then this certain person was superwriter. She wrote like, five pages a letter to my friend in Group C. That certain person was part of Group C. At first they looked like the popular group because all of them were pretty girls. Then, I don't know what happened. The longer the letters became, the deeper the backstabbing occurred. My friend admitted to us awhile ago that she didn't even bother to read the thick letters that certain person wrote to her. What she didn't know was that that person was already angry with her in those letters. It was funny, really, when we read her letters awhile ago. Fine, letters are private, but this one was like, seven years old, and that friendship was already severed. And everything in those letters were just twisted truths. That certain person raelly knew how to twist one's word. I say, she's a master. At twelve, she could do that kind of damage to someone's reputation, someone she called her friend and whose letters she even put BFF on. If you ask me now, I think she's the nuclear bomb of all truth twisters and backstabbers.

So after all that twisted history and exposure of my life, I just want to focus on the letters. I love to write (hence the blog), and I really miss the excitement of recieving letters in the morning, and reading them, and replying right away using pretty stationery and colored pens. From time to time, I go out of my way to snail mail some letters to my friends as a simple surprise. The effort is obvious, unlike sending a text message or an IM or an email. They're more special and more sincere, and they never fail to bring a smile to someone's face.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Thursday Thirteen #1


Thirteen Songs on My Funeral



(Just click the artist's name to get to the lyrics and press the mini play button to listen to the song)

  1. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance Welcome To The Black Parade Lyrics



    I'm seriously having doubts with this song already. First of all, it's not one of my all-time favorites, although I currently love it and it seems pefect for the occasion. After some time, I'd probably slash this off my list. I guess it's just a spur of the moment thing. I don't know.

  2. Will You Wait For Me by Kavana Will You Wait for Me Lyrics



    This song was from when I was in elementary school. I was 10 or 11 then. I don't like the artist 'coz he looks gay (haha!) but this song is just so touching and the piano background is wonderful.

  3. Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely by Backstreet Boys Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely Lyrics




  4. It's just a sad sad song...I included boyband songs here 'coz hey, I'm dead. Who'd care? I have the right to be corny. I'm dead!

  5. Angel by Westlife Angel Lyrics



    I chose Westlife's version because as I said, I'd be dead by that time and I want my favorite bands, however cheesy or corny they may be, to have a part in that. This is a very moving song. The melody is just sweetly melancholic. Of course, the voice of Shane is just oh so beautiful.

  6. I Dare You to Move by Switchfoot I Dare You To Move Lyrics



    I love Switchfoot. They're a Christian band but their songs are wonderful. This is one of my favorite songs by them. The energy of the chorus part is invigorating. It's like pushing you do step up and face the world. A challenge.

  7. Until the Time is Through by Five Until The Time Is Through Lyrics



    Yes, another cheesy boyband. I didn't love this band, but they had a few nice songs and I wonder why I have two of their albums...I blame teenage hormones) This particular song, however, is special. It's a song from when I was twelve, in my 5th year in elementary. It was the height of the boyband era then. And it was when I met my closest friends. This is kind of a friends song for me. I remember that time when I listen to this song. It was such a wonderfully weird time. Lots of downs and crazy rollercoasters. It was a blast!

  8. Thank God I Found You by Mariah Carey Thank God I Found You Lyrics



    Another one of my friends song. Here, the boyband was 98 Degrees. It is a good song. I do thank God that I found my friends. Looking back now, I don't know what 'd be doing without them. We used to sing this when they hung out here in my room. ANd I remember us singing this in our class Christmas party! Embarrassing!

  9. See You When You Get There by Coolio C U When You Get There Lyrics



    I can't remember when I heard this song. All I know is I was pretty young, around 9 or ten, I think. I heard this in my brother's room. I think he was watching MTV. It's a very meaningful song. I'm not into rap/ hip-hop, but this one is good.

  10. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls Iris Lyrics




    One of the classics of my time. Beautiful piece of art.

  11. I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing Lyrics




    My favorite Aerosmith song. I'm not that into their kind of rock, but this one is just...great. Moving. Awesome. It's also a friends song. Armageddon showed when I was around 12. That year was just full of...you know, thingies worth remembering.

  12. Everybody Hurts by REM Everybody Hurts Lyrics



    Heard this song way way back. Came across it again a few months ago when i was in a depressed state and searching for sad songs that aren't suicidal. It is a truthful song. It may sound sad but as the lyrics go, "Hold on.." I's nice for a funeral, right?

  13. You Belong to Me by Lifehouse You Belong To Me Lyrics



    Another favorite band. I love Lifehouse. They're a low-key band who have awesome songs. I like their sound. My favorite Lifehouse song is Hanging by a Moment but it's too upbeat for the occasion. This song however, is perfect. It's tender yet full of feeling. You can hear the emotion in the words and the melody.

  14. Let That Be Enough bySwitchfoot Let That Be Enough Lyrics



    This is my favorite Switchfoot song. It's a prayer. I was really low at this time. Like I said with REM, I was searching for sad unsuicidal songs and came across this one. It's a very simple song asking for strength to move on. It's asking for guidance when things seem hopeless. When I get really down, I just listen to this song or sing it over and over again. It helps a lot, I swear.


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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

TV Show Dreams

As the first day of my second semester draws nearer, I bum around more and more. I sleep for like, twelve hours a day, I think. I just want to sleep all my sleepiness away because my schedule for this semester is just horrible. My mom and my brother said that as I move up a year level, my schedule would clear up. It's exactly the opposite. I have classes the whole day on Mondays and Fridays 9:30-4:30pm. Tuesdays and Thursdays are bearable from 7:30am(which sucks, 'coz I'm NOT a morning person) to 1:30pm. Wednesdays are the best because I only have classes from 9:30-12:30pm. That's a kind of rest day, in the middle of the week. We still have NSTP on Saturdays so it pretty much sucks in general.

Anyway, I've been watching a lot of TV shows (which I'm watching on this computer, so should I call them computer shows? Okay, scratch that. It's too stupid.) As a result, I've been dreaming of these shows. They're happening to me, like a show salad. The most recent one I watched was Weeds, and I dreamt of that Andy guy there who was being chased by the convicts of Prison Break. It's all crazy!

I'm trying to remember the other details. I'm pretty sure there's a bit of Desperate Housewives and Lost there, and definitely Supernatural, and maybe Ghost Hunters.

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Back to the Cemetery

I've just been from the cemetery again this morning to sort of celebrate my grandmum's first death anniversary. Wasn't that much fun. It hasn't even been a week since I was last there. And it was another three hours of second hand smoke. I tell you, when I reach 30, I'd probably lose a lung to lung cancer or something because of that.

Anyway, the village of the dead isn't all bad. It's actually a nice place. It' s windy most of the time, which is cool because I'd rather that than scorching hot. It's also a very tranquil place. (What do you expect from the dead community right? Unless there's some psycho serial killer ghost whose afterlife ambition is to bring with him every living person that touches the cemetery grounds). It's very clean and has a nice landscaping. The streets actually have names and there are mausoleums of different sizes. My grandparents' are sort of in the Wisteria Lane of Death Valley or something. The big houses are there.

Actually, I want to be buried under the shade of a huge tree with a kick ass tombstone. Although that's a pretty tall order in this country. One reason is that cemetery real estate is really really expensive. (Dying is really expensive. We should all just opt for being shipped out to sea on a wooden raft, like in the olden times. Without the flaming arrow being shot to you and you being barbecued dead. That's like, a double death. And I'm not for cremation. I mean, you don't even know if you're going to hell or not and yet you already burned. That's like hell before hell, if you're going to hell.) So if I want a huge shade over there, I'd have to buy a huge lot, which will cost me about 3 million pesos, and I have to get that now, if I want a huge tree to be standing there by the time I die. Trees take a long time to grow that old and big.

But it is nice in my grandparents' cemetery. The grass are always well trimmed. I'd like to live in a place like that someday. Preferably with living people, you know, but of course, I'd also want to be laid to rest in a peaceful place like that.

I'm not changing my mind about that kick ass tombstone though. I'm not a mausoleum person, but I'm kind of consideering a small one just for the toilet. I don't want my future family and friends to suffer the public cemetery restrooms, which are just that dreadful. Or maybe it's just during November 1sts? Still. A private restroom is way better. More convenient, especially if you have to do a number 2. Of course, they also need a roof to jump under when it starts pouring or when the darn sun is just too hot.

Hmm. I'm gonna think about that.

Also, I want my funeral to not be that bland and ritualistic. To start it off, I want unconventional music to be played. I'm thinking of hiring a band. I've already decided on a song actually. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. I'm not into that band, but I absolutely love that song. I was also thinking about Angel by Sarah McLachlan. I don't wanna use all those cliche funeral songs, although maybe I'd use one for maximum effect (howling and tears, all that).

Hmm. I'm gonna make my funeral playlist later.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

About that four letter word

Here's something I recieved thru SMS from one of my friends:

Somebody once asked me, "How do you hold love?"
I answered, "With your hands wide open, your palms facing up, and with your heart ready to let go and let the other grow."
And that somebody asked, "What if it hurts you?'
I smiled wistfully and said, "Then it means you're doing it right."

I'm not really trying to say something really life changing or insightful here. I just agree that love hurts. It sucks. Well, not entirely. There's the love of your family and friends; those are good. But what I'm talking about is falling in love. It's awful. Especially if you give all your love, but that person just doesn't want you. It's just the worst thing ever, hoping that that person would feel the same way too. You keep hoping and reading into things too much, taking every little gesture as a sign of something else, some reciprocal feeling. Then you get all giddy and wide-eyed at the prospect of finally getting to him, of finally being seen as you see that person. And then you try to get closer because you assume you could, after all those little things you thought were affection, just to find yourself knocking against that same wall that is friendship, the same wall that's been blocking you, confining you in that room of his heart, the room labelled "FRIENDS ONLY".
And here's a song that is perfect for all the people out there that are in the same stand as I am right now about love, about falling in love, that love: IT'S CRAP.

Love hurts, love scars,
Love wounds, and marks,
Any heart, not tough,
Or strong, enough
To take a lot of pain,
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

I'm young, I know,
But even so
I know a thing, or two
I learned, from you
I really learned a lot,
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They're not fooling me

I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie,
Made to make you blue
Love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts
Ooh,ooh love hurts

Friday, November 03, 2006

Everybody Knows A Mike

I got that line from an episode of Desperate Housewives.

I think this is actually true. Maybe not completely, but about 99% true. I thought about it (which just shows that I have absolutely nothing better to do) and I think that everyone I know knows a Mike, may that Mike be a friend, an acquaitance, a relative, or someone famous. Although a few may prefer to be refered to as Michael. Still, they're a Mike.

My dad's youngest brother is named Michael. I call him Uncle Mike, so basically everyone on my dad's side of the family knows a Mike. I have a cousin on my mum's side named Michael. My friend's ex-boyfriend (that relationship lasted for only 24 hours...or less) so they probably all know a Mike. Our present First Gentleman is called Mike, although his name is Jose Miguel. So basically, the whole country knows a Mike.

Of course, there are some countries who use names of their own language like China and Japan and Russia and India. But still, the ever famous Mikes make up for that. There's Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson...

Basically everyone knows a Mike.

In heaven, there's Michael the Archangel, who probably is also known by the beings burning down under.

So yeah, everyone does know a Mike.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Harry the Pumpkin!


Okay, so I know it's a day late, but I bet there's lots of you who still have the Halloween spirit!!!

I made this Harry Potter Pumpkin yesterday. He looks so happy, doesn't he?

I just found out that there's a whole myriad of these flash thingies out there, which are so cool, like the DRAW PLAY I mentioned in the previous post. They're just fun!

Anyway, I got up at 6:15 this morning. I didn't sleep a wink. We had to get to the cemetery right away 'coz traffic's heavy on holidays like this. We did get there early alright. For the first time, we were the first ones there. My dad didn't bring the key to the mausoleum and my mum had to go real bad so I had to suffer ten minutes of disgusting public cemetery toilet ambiance.

All I can say is, it was boring to death, those three hours we spent there. I had fun lighting the candles though. And I also appreciate the compliments for my earrings and shoes.

Right before we left, got stuck doing candle duty. This one wasn't fun at all. I had to sit in front of a dozen big ass candles and light the ones that go off. The strong blasts of wind from outside wasn't helping at all.

I was at the verge of screamin "WILL SOMEBODY SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR?!" when my brother called me to get up.

We're leaving at last.

I slept right away when I got home. I woke up about four hours ago. And now...here I am.

Facing another month of NaNoWriMo.

I've no idea what to write!

"Celeb Look-alikes"

http://www.myheritage.com


Halle Berry and Kristin KreuK? Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!! I WISH!!!

http://www.myheritage.com


JoJo?!


http://www.myheritage.com

Okay, recap:

Out of the three tests I took, the top three celebs that I most look like (although I really don't...?!) are...
  1. Christina Ricci
  2. Katie Holmes
  3. Kristin Kreuk
I just wish. Really, I wish. Except Christina Ricci... I don't have a humongous forehead.

Draw Play

I was blog surfing a few minutes ago (while watching SAW, which I didn't quite understand yet again) and saw this game DRAW PLAY. All you do is draw a line for your ickle li'l mummy so that it could reach the flag and go to the next level.

Sounds easy, doesn't it?

At first, it was. Then you get these obstacles -->saws<-- (coincidence, isn't it?) and some even rotating. I think there are 20 levels in all, I didn't count, but there were a lot. There's a trick to elevate the mummy. Well, it's not really a trick at all. He-he. Just try it, it's fun!

Here's the link: DRAW PLAY

And the screencap:

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Happy Halloween Everyone!!!

Hey, at last! The day I've been waiting for has come!

It's a HUGE let down though. Trick or treating isn't really practiced in this country, which sucks a lot. Only residents of elite villages do that because:

1.) It's safe to go house to house there due to tight security - they're millionaires for goodness' sake, they need that much security

2.) They have the money to buy lotsa candies and make costumes and decorations.

Living in a third world country sucks, and not celebrating Halloween is one of the biggest reasons for me. We celebrate November 1st more, All Saints Day. It's when we visit our dead in the cemeteries. I'm not really sure if other countries celebrate All Saints Day as much as we Filipinos do.

Of course, there's an up side. Tv shows doing specials on supernatural/paranormal stuff and all. But they're not that good. I don't know, things were a lot scarier when I was younger. There aren't much specials nowadays. It's like they've ran out of ghost stories to tell. I miss the Magandang Gabi Bayan days when Noli de Castro (presently our Vice Pesident) is the host and he stands there with a foggy cemetery as a background as he tells these true-to-life encounters of people with the paranormal. Although the reenactments were so obviously fake (the ghosts and stuff), it still has this impact on me. Now it's gone, and no other shows can take its place (I've watched every show doing a Halloween special. They all suck. One came close, but still not close enough.)

All they're showing right now are the usual local soaps and reality shows. I couldn't care less about what's happening with Pinoy Dream Academy and whatever else they're showing. I hate it. That's why I downloaded lots of scary movies. At least they'll squeeze out a scream or two from me.

Anyway, Saw is on Star Movies now. And Cinema One is showing Filipino horror movies (some are actually funny!)

Later!

P.S. I'm glad the moon's half full now. :) Am expecting to see Harry flying over it tonight. :)

Monday, October 30, 2006

Harry Becomes A Man


And the whole cast, too, actually.

I haven't been updated with Harry news for some time now. Been busy with school. I've been primed by an email from Mugglenet to go visit that world that I leave behind when I choose to live in reality. So I went to Mugglenet, and found a whole lot of new Order of the Phoenix photos.

I've seen a few in the past months, stolen shots here and there. But these official hi-res photos reveal the fact that the kids (okay, I'm not too old. I'm the same age as the guy that plays Malfoy!) are growing up fast. There's a re-run of Sorcerer's Stone last night on a local channel (because it's Halloween season). Remembering their innocent faces in that film, it's amazing how much they've matured over the years. I've literally watched them grow up, and even grow up with them.

The Weasley twins are so manly now that it's kind of hard to believe that they're supposed to play seventeen or eighteen year-olds. Still, their wacky antics are perfect for the characters. Hermione has grown beautifully. Neville's weight loss can't be denied anymore. Ron seemed to have been stretched vertically. Basically everybody's grown taller! Dan's, on the other hand, most noticeable change for me is his face. Really. He really looks like a man now (okay, almost). He used to have chubby cheeks back in SS and now...just take a look at these pictures. (Click them to view larger version)



Luna Lovegood is pretty, too. :)

Here's Umbridge in her creepy little pink office...


Three more movies to go, and only a book left to wait for...then all of this will end. Harry Potter will be over. I'm not saying that the fandom will die. No. I will forever be a fan, and so will millions of people out there. I'm just sad that there'll be nothing to look forward to anymore. What will Mugglenet do now? What will the HP Sleuths analyze?

It's hard to see the end, harder to get over it, too. I've been living in the Potter world for six years already. And I can really say that I grew up with Harry Potter. I've found my home in Hogwarts, a home where I'm just like everyone else, not some wackjob who believes in witches and flying brooms and magic. I really wish I lived there, you know? Even though there's Voldemort - the epitome of evil - residing there, I'd still take it. At least they only have one, unlike over here in reality, there are several Voldemorts who don't care about anyone else but having power.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Two Days 'Til Halloween...and Prison Break Stuff

Sigh.

Two days to go 'til the day of the Weird.

I dressed in black and orange when we went out to dinner tonight. I also had three buttons pinned on my shirt for a little flair - a pumpkin head, one of Jack Skellington, and one with a skull and crossed bones (it's an anti-piracy button, but I just used it for the skull part). I'm really feeling Halloweenish now, and as my moon phase thingy at the bottom of my sidebar says, the moon's probably gonna be half full by the 31st. I really hope so. The perfect Halloween is one with a full moon, but I guess I have to wait a year or so for that to happen.

I've been watching the first season of Prison Break . I had doubts about that series. I wasn't willing to watch it at first because I'm not really into prison stories or something like NYPD Blue or Law and Order. I love CSI, but that's different, I think.

So I've ran out of things to watch and I gotta empty my hard disk or else my computer would crash. Prison Break's the last one left so, having nothing else to do but sleep, I played the pilot episode.

One word: GENIUS.

It's just amazing how the character Michael Scofield's brain works. He was able to sketch an artwork based on the blueprints of a prison and tattoo it on his whole upper body as a map. I mean, he is sooo well prepared and he was able to foresee everything. He was able to prepare for every step, things he needed to do and to use and places he had to go. When he faces a setback, he gets out of it brilliantly. My gosh, in that episode where he burnt himself (therefore erasing part of the map tattoo) and got shoved into the Hole, he wriggled his way out of it. The way out of the prison was through the pipes under the Psychiatric ward, and he burnt that part of his back. An inmate (a kind of psycho one) figured out that his tattoo was a pathway, and that inmate was sent back into the Psych ward. So Scofield pretended to lose it so he gets sent into the loony bin and ask that inmate to recall the map he saw.

Isn't he just such a genius? (fine, credits go to whoever made that up!!! :) )

There's a part where it was revealed that Scofield had something called Low Latent Inhibition. I researched about it. It's some sort of condition where an individual processes a lot of things at a time, or like notice and process a lot of things that aren't important. The shrink said that if a person with a low IQ has Low Latent Inhibition, that person would suffer from mental illness. But a person with high IQ that has LLI is considered a creative genius.

Michael Scofield is a creative genius.

It's just so amazing how he figures out that stuff and really notices every single detail of everything.

I wish I had LLI...but I have to check out my IQ first. I think it already dropped to negative. Haha!

Scofield is played by Wentworth Miller. I don't really know a lot about this guy, but he has nice hands. That's tha first thing I noticed about him, his hands. He has Dumbledore fingers: ling and slender. They're really...nice. And his eyes are extraordinary, which gets him a place in my Cute Guys list.

Another thing... I've been obssesing on Randy "The Legend Killer" Orton for two days already (I dreamt about him once and off it went). He's a WWE Raw Superstar. He is hot and also raelly cute, in a cocky, arrogant and undeniably irritating but equally irresistible way. I just found out that he got suspended for two months some time ago for smoking pot backstage. Oooh, bad bad boy. Here he is. There are also some shower photos I found but they're too...sexy to be posted here. Seriously, search for them. It's all Randy and a towel. ;)





Saturday, October 28, 2006

I Hate Him More Than Ja Rule...That's Saying Something

Kudos to John "The Marine" Cena for FU-ing K-Fed on Monday Night Raw. That's the most wonderful sight of all, that moment. I've never loved John Cena more until that.

All I can say is, Kevin Federline sucks. No, I've never heard him "sing" and I'm not even gonna bother to download his shi*t. I'm gonna take Cena's word for it. K-Fed has even less talent than Paris Hilton. I mean, at least Paris has a wonderful fashion sense. K-Fed, on the other hand, is white trash. It doesn't matter if he's wearing an expensive suit or whatever, he still looks like he's wearing a garbage bag. That's it. Britney's better off dressing him in garbage bags. At least she'll save money after she wasted a lot on him. I mean, who do you think paid for that wedding? For the houses? For everything? I don't know why she chose such a spineless faggot for a husband. She could've gotten any guy she wanted. She's Britney Spears!

Love is just blind, dumb, and stupid.


Poor babies. I hope they didn't inherit their father's loser gene. On the bright side, technology has made gene manipulation (or was that DNA manipulation?) possible. So hopefully, if Britney's gonna pop out another one (hopefully not), she'd consider that scientific option and erase every trace of Kevin from her baby. This world doesn't need another Eminem wannabe. We've been given the best that is Eminem. If only he'd come out of his retirement, then K-Motherf*ck*r Federline would get the proper bashing that he deserves.

How I wish that'll happen.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Cheese-cheese-cheeeesy!!!!!!

I love cheese popcorn. I go to the movies just to have them. The movie may suck, but as long as I have a gigantic bucket of cheese popcorn and a drink, I'm happy.

My friend and I were supposed to go see a movie earlier today, but schedules were suddenly changed so it didn't push through.

I was really looking forward to the nice big bucket of cheese popcorn...

So my mom asked me to go to the supermarket and get her some fruits and stuff. I got two boxes of popcorn and a small shaker of cheese powder. It's gonna be on my mom's tab so...that's great. :)

I'm eating some now. Oh my gosh... It's lovely.

I just have to find something good to watch...

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Smackdown Rocks!

Last night was a blast!

My brother and I were a little bit late. We missed about three matches, I think. The Diva's match, the one with Vito (he rules!) and the tag team match with London and Kendrick.

When we got upstairs, there was this loud rumbling sound that's kind of making an earthquake. I was like, "Way cool! Who's on?" Then someone said, "It's Lashley!" I thought, darnit! How much did we miss if they're playing Lashley already? So I ran to the next door where the first doorman pointed us to and showed the doorman there our tickets. But then that doorman told us that the right door was the one where we came from. Gawd! These people! I told the first doorman we're in 305 and there was a huge sign saying 304-305 above the doorway but still, he pointed us to the other direction. We missed precious moments of that fight.

Lashley was against Regal. To tell you the truth, I expected Lashley to be bigger. He is big though. And I thought Regal would look really old and faint, you know? But he looks bigger and a bit younger live. He pretended to have a broken leg. Medics ran out to the ring and examined him while he rolled around in pain. Then, two referees helped him up to get down. Lashley was sitting on a rope.

Guess what happened next.

Regal jiggled his foot as if to check if it's okay, and then BAM! A boot to the face of Lashley! The crowd cheered! At last, the match is gonna push through. We were expecting money wasted.

Regal put up a pretty good fight, I mean, for an old guy. It would've been more fun if Vito stuck Regal's head under his skirt (I really wanna see that, haha!) but hey, it's Lashley! Love that guy. The match was pretty long, and Lashley won eventually (no surprise there). The huge guy went up the four posts of the ring and did that thing where he stick his hands under his arms and bring them out, pointing to opposite directions. (Okay, if you watch WWE you'd know what I'm talking about). I screamed like hell! Almost choked on my nachos.

Actually, I was already on the verge of choking. The guy that's sitting beside me smelled so AWFUL! I thought it was just one of those phantom smells, but my brother smelled it coming from that guy too! Bro said he smelled like crap, I think he smelled like rotten garbage. I swear. He stank to the pits of hell.

So that stench concludes the first part of the Smackdown account. 'Til next post!

Friday, October 20, 2006

Alone Tonight

I spent today sleeping. Literally.

Okay, I was awake for a few hours watching the first season of Lost. Of course, I had to eat and go pee (and do number 2) so...there's that, too. When I got to the second season of Lost, I fell asleep during the episode labelled Lost s02e00 - Destination Lost. It's a summary of the whole first season so I just shut my eye...

And woke up at 5:30pm.

I thought it was only around 3pm or something. Then, I fell asleep again. Just checked the time and dozed off again. Woke up for dinner just now.

It's 8pm.

What a bum, right?

I guess I'm making up for all my lost sleep hours this past month. I don't think I've slept enough yet.

It's sembreak! I'm supposed to bum around and watch all the DVDs available here!!!

Although I've got somethings planned. There's NaNoWriMo 2006 too.

Anyway, I'm halfway in this post, and if you don't wanna read another bumch of nonsensical blabber, you better leave now. Thank you.

For those whith nothing to do like me, yeah, you're probably reading this.

My parents and my brother are all out tonight, hence the title. Although I'll never be completely alone, unless all the people downstairs and my pets leave.

So anyway, I'm listening to the Beatles now. I've downloaded the whole collection and it's been just there for weeks. I'm giving it a try. They're pretty okay for a really old and dead band.

Oh right, one of them is still alive, right? Or are there two?

I changed my Firefox theme. It's now all Halloween. Soo cool! I just wish my whole desktop can be Halloween. Anybody know how to do that? i'd appreciate some tips. Thanks!

Tomorrow night's the big day. WWE Smackdown show. I've been wanting to hang out at the hotel they're staying in, maybe get a couple of autographs or something. Thank goodness there's not another insurgency or coup d' etat this time. I wanna be able to watch without fearing of blowing up anytime. I'm raelly excited. We've been holding on to the tickets for a couple months now. They're not particularly great seats, but they'll do. At least I won't be standing for the whole show. I'm sure it's gonna be great.

So, I'm going back to my Lost marathon. So sorry for not being able to post something...worth reading. Haha! My head's full of Macapuno ice cream (it's actually not as bad as I initially thought, though I still prefer pistaccio!)

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

One More To Go...

Supernatural is BACK!!!

I've just seen the first three episodes of the second season. I must say, I don't know what to say. (???)

On one hand, it's great to know what happened next after that awful cliff-hanger. (It wasn't like, ugly awful. It's more like why-do-you-have-to-keep-us-hanging-like-this kind of awful.) At least someone is alive (guess who!).

On the other hand...well, I think these episodes are a bit...tamer? I think? Than the episodes of last season. Although the third one, Bloodlust, was a bit grotesque, but this time, the show is more focused on the brothers' feelings...*hint hint* they're missing someone.

The first and third episodes were pretty great in their own way. The emotions were intense. I have to admit, Dean and Sam were getting a bit predictable, but I'm not complaining. I love them guys!!!

I don't wanna get into the story too much because some might not have seen them yet (and would kill me for being such a spoiler if I did). All I can say is, it's worth the wait. It wasn't what I expected, but I know that it's just gonna get better.

Now, I have my last exam tomorrow. I gotta go. No, I'm too lazy to study yet. I'm just gonna enjoy my Oreos!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

I Told YOu I wAS dEPRessED

Your Depression Level: 48%

You seem to have mild depression.
A lot of people fall into your range, and it's quite possible you don't need treatment.
If you've been feeling this way for a while, you may want to seek help.
Are You Depressed?

Dysthymic Depression, to be more specific. Feeling sluggish, too. Loss of sleep...well, Theo's fault. But still.

I feel like throwing up right now.

I need some ice cream.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

My House


Click The Pic To View My House

Here's the personality interpretation of my drawing:

Based on the drawing and the 10 answers they gave this is a summary of their personality:
You are sensitive and indecisive at times. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes.

You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.

You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.

*COMMENTS*: I am not a tidy person. I'm a mess, 92.5% of the time. The only days that I get tidy are the ones where I'm bored as hell and have absolutely nothing else I'd rather do. So there. And I don't think my life is full of changes..It's pretty stagnant, you see. Quite boring.

Social Life At Hogwarts


Social Life at Hogwarts

Your friends love you. You aren't well-known around the school, just within your house. You are very outgoing and love to have fun. You get decent marks in class and play quidditch.

Harry: Doesn't know you very well, but thinks your nice and funny.

Ron: Thinks your a good person and wishes he was as good in Quidditch as you.

Hermione: She thinks you should think more about your grades, but thinks you are still a good role-model.

Ginny: Thinks you are the perfect role-model and hopes she'll be like you, which means she wants to have guy friends like you.

Neville: Doesn't talk to you because you are older than him and are kind of intimidating.

Fred and George: Fred thinks you are a great prankster partner and George has a crush on you. They love that you always help them with their pranks.

Oliver Wood: Has a huge crush on you, probably because you are just as quidditch obsessed as he is.

Cedric Diggory: Thinks you were a great quidditch player and thanked you profusely (before he died) for setting him up with Cho.

Cho Chang: She is like your younger sister. You watch over her and you were the one who set her up with Cedric. She adores you and will miss you when you graduate.

Lavender Brown: Doesn't know you very well. Doesn't talk to you either.

Draco Malfoy: Only knows your name and hates you for always kicking his arse in quidditch.

Pansy: Doesn't know you.

Crabbe and Goyle: Same as Pansy

Dumbledore: Thinks you are a very bright witch.

McGonagall: You are the apple of her eye. You are excellent in Transfiguration.

Hagrid: Likes you because you are nice to him.

Snape: Hates you. You suck at potions and he doesn't let you forget it.

Voldemort: Doesn't think of you as a threat or possible ally. Doesn't care about you at all.

Reputation: The Quidditch Girl.
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This is the first result that I got on this quiz. It's the same one as Joyce's, which is a good thing, because I'd love to be the Quidditch Girl (and Oliver Wood's crush, yipee!) But I went back and took the quiz again, just to see what I would've gotten if I chose the first choices that I would've picked, you know, the ones which I automatically select. The things I picked in this result were well thought over.




Social Life at Hogwarts

Everyone, except the Slytherins, like you. You are friendly, nice, and a well-rounded person. Your studies aren't that important, but you pull of decent grades. You live your life with risks and don't think about the consequences. Friends mean a lot to you. Your friends love you because you are always the one who they can talk to.

Harry: He is in love with you. You're the one he wants to be with forever. He's tried to push you away, but you refused to leave him. Despite the danger that comes with being his girlfriend, he's too smitten with you to let you go and is glad you are willing to face the danger to be with him.

Ron: He loves you as a little sister. He admits to having a crush on you before, but has stronger feelings for Hermione. He acts as an older brother to you.

Hermione: She is one of your best gal pals. She always scolds you for not doing the best in your studies, but she is your friend just the same. She's very happy for you and Harry. She secretly has a crush on Ron, but she won't admit it. And neither will he. You're the one who's going to put them together.

Ginny: She secretly hates you. You stole Harry and one of her older brothers too. She knows she's overreacting, but she doesn't care. She hates you and shows it when no one is around. But when someone is around she acts like the sweetest little girl.

Neville: Thinks you are great and has a crush on you, but he's too shy to do anything. Plus, you're with Harry now.

Fred and George: They love you. As a friend though. You're one of the few priviledged people who get to help them with their pranks. They are glad you are with Harry, but sort of wish you ended up with Ron instead.

Oliver Wood: He knows you, but doesn't really talk to you. All he knows is that you are Harry's girlfriend.

Cedric Diggory: Him, like Oliver Wood, knows you, but doesn't talk to you. Or should I say he knew you. That is before he died.

Cho Chang: She is slightly jealous of your relationship with Harry. Cedric died and she was left alone, and her and Harry didn't work out either. She is nice to you, but doesn't really like or hate you.

Lavender Brown: She doesn't like you because she thinks Ron likes you more than a friend. She hates Hermione more than you though, if that helps?

Draco Malfoy: He doesn't like you at all. You seem like a goody-two-shoes to him. He dislikes you even more because you're Potter's girlfriend. All in all, he doesn't talk to you or have any contact with you whatsoever.

Pansy: Doesn't talk to you and hates you. Period.

Crabbe and Goyle: Don't know you.

Dumbledore: He likes you and thinks you are strong-willed and perfect for Harry.

McGonagall: She thinks your an average skilled witch, she doesn't really notice you that much.

Hagrid: He adores you and constantly invites you to help him with his creatures. He loves that you and Harry are together.

Snape: He hates you. Loathes you. Despises you. He thinks you are very poor skilled and dislikes you even more for being Harry's girlfriend. He loves taking points away from you.

Voldemort: You are on his list of people to kill. You make the top 5. Not exactly a good thing, but what'd you expect being Harry's girlfriend and all.

Reputation: Harry's Girlfriend.
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This is the result that I got 3 out of 4 times that I re-took the quiz. Like in multiple choices in exams, I read the question and then have an instant answer. And then later, after thinking the answers through a LOT and battling myslef over for it, I change it, just to find out later that my initial answer was correct. This happens to me 90% of the time. Lesson learned: follow your gut instinct in answering. So I did that this time around in this quiz: followed my initial instinct, the first thing I would've chosen. This is what I got.

I don't really like it. Haha! Harry's girlfriend?! I'd rather be known as the cool Quidditch girl who'll eventually hook up with Oliver Wood than merely as Harry's Girlfriend who'll probably be killed by Voldy, or at least lose an arm along the way. Besides, being the Quidditch girl has more attitude.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Friday the 13th

I was excited for today.

It's October, it's Friday, and it's the 13th.

Soooo Halloween-y!!!

I wasn't really on guard, waiting for something tragic to happen. I don't know, I just love Friday the 13th's. Okay, I admit that I am waiting for something to happen, but not something unfortunate. Just...something. At least something worth blogging about!

Well..nothing happened. It was just an ordinary day, really. I don't wanna talk about my Theo results. They were better than I expected, but doomsday is yet to come. Plant-buddy and I were about to slash our wrists with the handles of our hand fans after looking at the results. What a piece of...paper. Such a powerful tool, that piece of paper. It could bring tears of joy for those who got a 4.0 (yes, you, the one reading this and smiling because you know you're one of them) and push suicidal people to the edge, or at least, have mentally stable people develop a disorder, or at the very very least, call your prof a prick in his face. Hee-hee.

Still, the supposedly unlucky day remained...quite boring. We talked about the two major projects left to do, which we already settled. Good. And then off I go to review for the finals. Well, actually to get some sleep, which I am not getting right now because I'm typing over here.

I was supposed to post something interesting for the special day. I had developed this theory of ghosts...but I read an article about bioenergetics awhile ago and it confused me. I have to do further research because my theory sounds really stupid right now.

So before you leave and think that you wasted five minutes of your time and some brainpower on a useless post, at least let me "entertain" you with these trivia about Friday the 13th, or at least something pertaining to the "unluckiness" of the number 13, which is my favorite number.

  • There are 13 steps leading to the gallows.
  • On streets in Florence, Italy, the house between number 12 and 14 is addressed as 12 and a half.
  • paraskavedekatriaphobia - fear of Friday the 13th
Check out these links to read more about this special day. :)

Cosmic Society
Snopes.com
Superstitions

Thursday, October 12, 2006

At Last!

The hell week is over! Okay, so the official torture starts on Monday (no, still not exempted. DARN IT.) But tonight, I've got nothing to worry about. No hasty cramming or whatever. Ah, the feeling of having nothing to do. I missed it. Of course, there are two more big projects to be done, but we're gonna brainstorm for them tomorrow. So tonight, yes, nothing's weighing my head down.

Ah, bumness.

So anyway, I would like to share a certain video (I've found the joy of posting videos!) we discussed in class for a communication theory (was it Technical Determinism or Uses and Gratifications? I can't remember.)

Hmm.

I think this is McLuhan's Technical Determinism. The guy's identity was amplified (even multiplied) in the sense that he could lie about it to make his chatmate like him, but his ability to say, keep a relationship was amputated because he can just be cut off easily, like being blocked.

Ok, if I didn't make sense, I'm sorry. Haha! Just watch the video, it's freaking hilarious!


Wednesday, October 11, 2006

I Have A Tenant!!!

Yey, I've participated in Rent My Blog!!! Check out my renter's site: The Invisible Blogger . It's a really cool site of a blogger mom. A very interesting and fun read. She has five children; her eldest is actually only a year older than me! :)

I just love reading mommy blogs because they're so interesting and they give me insights on moms' thoughts. I wonder, if my mom has a blog (which will prolly never happen: she couldn't even figure out how to boot a computer), what would she write about? Hmm.

Come on people, click click click! It's at the top of my sidebar! Trust me, it's a great site with greaet graphics and meaningful posts. You'll not get bored. :)

Dora's Trip to North Pole

I hate Dora the Explorer. I hate her whiny voice and her talking backpack and her talking monkey friend. I think that by watching it, kids would actually get dumber. Nor would they learn the Spanish thing. Yes, maybe some older kids would be all, "Ah, so gracias is thank you in Spanish..." Their schemas would be able to associate it if they're mature enough. But I'm afraid that some kids would just remember Baminos! and not even know what that means (I've heard that a million times in the show - I still don't know what it means. Does it mean "Let's go"?) I hate the mouse pointer thing, too. I don't know. Haha. Maybe one day I'd like that show. I used to hate Spongebob as much, but after viewing a couple of episodes, now I love dear ol' Spongey.

I was waiting for the rerun of CSI:NY in AXN tonight. There's nothing else worth watching on TV (Ed TV in HBO ended about twenty minutes ago) so I switched to cartoons. I don't like Cartoon Network's Adult Swim (the phantom guy is so irritatingly stupid. or was that the other superguy...?). So I switched to cartoon network, and lo and behold, it's Dora the Lakwatsera. I hate her triangular hair (because I have it too, and it sucks. I hate it.) I had no other choice so I decided to watch it. No, I still hate her, but the show was pretty okay.

I got to the part where she's helping this cub (baby wolf) cross a river (it's icy all around) by jumping on whales. So I've just researched and discovered that some whales actually live in rivers (credits to the writer, not Dora). I was about to turn the TV off 'cause it's so annoying but then she said something about the North Pole. Hey, I've just felt the Christmas Spirit (and chilly air, yey!) today so I'm all ears.

It turns out that she travelled to the North Pole to give Santa a present. That was what made me like the episode. After all these years of believing in Santa (although right now, I know better, but I still want to believe, just for the joy of it), I've never thought of giving him a present. It's always the sock with a little wish list inside but never a letter asking, "So Santa, what do you want for Christmas?" He works all year making sure that good kids get presents, but what does he get in return? Yeah, yeah, the joy of giving, the expression of children's faces, blah blah blah, but still. Nobody even thought of giving him a gift because they took it for granted that it's his job to be the one giving the gifts. I don't know, I just realized that I've been really selfish then, asking for all those presents from him, and not even thinking of what he wants. Sure, the milk and cookie are nice, but that's like, a default thing to give (besides, he doesn't need the transaturated fat from packed cookies. if it's home baked, then better. But still, it adds to the belly :) ) Nobody took time to know what Santa wants. After all, Santa is also human (if he exists) who deserves a nice pressie come Christmas morning. It was sad when Dora saw that there's nothing under Santa's tree. :(

So, what do you think Santa's wish list would contain? Hmm.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

What a sad sad day.



I think this is one of the most mixed-up days of my college life. I had Theo orals first thing in the morning, and I absolutely flunked it. I'm sure. It sucks.

After that, I just wanted to put it out of my mind. I didn't want Theo to ruin my day. I was looking forward to spending the rest of it in Goth fashion (although I think I looked more Avril Lavigne-ish, which was NOT what I was going for). We had our last neverwear day for the sem (and the only one, so for, that I've participated in). Our theme? Our beloved prof, the coolest prof I've ever known from his all black outfit (I've never seen him in other colors) down to every ring on his figners. And he has the awesomest pen bag. Lets just call him... Jack Skellington. :)

It was so nice and heart-warming, for me, when he popped his head in the classroom door and paused. "Why are you guys all in black?" he asked. "Sir, it's neverwear day," my blockmate replied, "and you're our theme!" He went, "Oh. Wow. My children!" He said it with a huge grin. It was funny, 'cause he so doesn't look like someone who'd have kids. I mean, for the time being anyway. He's, I think, thirty, but he looks hip like a twenty-something.

I actually listened intently to everything he said awhile ago (because I was guilty of being totallyinattentive last meeting - I just kept on talking with my seatmate, haha. my other blockmate told me that we could be heard up front, and was a bit disctracting to our prof. sorry sir!!). Also, it was partly because I was happy that he was happy that we looked" like him. We looked like a cult of some sort. Haha! And it's the first time I've worn eyeliner to school (which, my friend told me, suited me nicely, and asked me to wear eyeliner everyday, which I won't, because it gets smudged when I sweat, and there's no "special" factor if I do it everyday).

So there, I was paying attention and actually heard what we're supposed to do with the final project. We had our media experience part (which is about the video up there---> he's there. our prof. Haha. Guess which guy he is) and everyone was laughing and stuff. He started to talk about the expectations we wrote on our index cards and apologizing for not being able to accomplish some of them. And then when the bell was about to ring, he said, "So guys, thanks for the sem..." We were like, 'What sir? It's over? How about Thrusday?" He told us that we could just meet up on Thurs if we want to discuss the project, but that was our last proper class.

I wasn't expecting it to end that day. It was lucky we had the neverwear day today. At least his last memory of us was...black?! Hahah! We even had a class picture thing. Aw. I'm gonna miss that class. I felt like I wdidn't give much input in it (I really didn't) and it ended...just like that. :(

But then, Psych came. No, I wasn't exempted. How could I, I'm stupid. Then we got called to stay after class. It's something about the project, our prof said. My heart couldn't have sunk lower at that point. I thought, "This is it. We flunked. I flunked Theo, I haven't slept, the previous class is over, and now, I've probably flunked the project. Great. I suck. My life sucks." I admit, I almost got teary that time. I felt like I couldn't take any more disappointment at that point. My seatmate even told me that she did see me like, fall apart silently. It was such a relief when we finally got to talk to our prof and she told us that our project was quite interesting and that she only needed to know how we got the whole thing together. Phew. I was at the brink of killing myself with tubs of ice cream and a bucket of KFC.

Well, I actually bought the ice cream and some chips. And yey to my bro for bringing home donuts. I am so in my depressed state right now that I don't care if I'm bloated tomorrow. Maybe I'd just put eyeliner on so they'd be drawn in to my eyes, not my fat butt.