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. :)

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.

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. ;)

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.

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...

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!

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!)

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!

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.

My House

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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 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

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!

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.

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.

I Missed the Full Moon

Last night, the moon was bright and full in the evening sky...so as my brother said. I missed it. I didn't get to go out. I just slept through the whole day and tweaked my blog. (See the flickr flash over there?)

I love full moons. They're so romantic and halloween-y. I love just staring at it.

It is poetic on its own. It's so melancholic against the darkness of the night sky. It's as if it's so alone...

The stars are there to shine with it at night, but they're so far away, and they're not exactly the same. Some people may think it useless to have a moon. One, it doesn't have its own light (it just borrows from the sun, which is a star). Two, it doesn't provide heat or moon-energy or whatever.

Still, it is most humble. Though it needs to admit subordination and borrow from the sun, it does, just to give us light when everything is dark, when the sun can't and all the other stars are too far away to give.

Once a month-yes, only once-it gets to dominate the sky in all its glory. And those days, I love. It's weird, actually. On those days, I tend to wonder. About things...About life...what's going on, what's going to happen, what I want and if I'm ever gonna get to them. My imagination runs amuck. I start to visualize what might be, what I wish might be.

And then all things just...falls away. I get really sad...I think of him and get really sad... I think of why my life's going this way...why I'm loveless...

Most of the time, it's just general sadness that settles in. I can't explain it. It just does.

On rare occasions, I get hopeful. Like when Halloween or Christmas approaches. The full moon brings me endless possibilities. Yes, the imagination is there, but this time, on an optimistic note. I get the feeling that yes, it might be possible, it could really happen, I can make it to. I think this is the more dangerous one because I soar high with all idealism...and I'd crash hard. No, a white Christmas isn't possible over here afterall. I won't be spending it with my special someone, because I'm not special to that someone, or any other someones. I will grow up to be another Bridget Jones without the Mark Darcy part, singing "All by Myself" over and over during holidays, watch sappy movies, climb on the weighing scale while munching on a donut, and hate myself for being fat, then rant about it in my private diary, and probably on this blog, if it's still working.

However, all this negativity sums up to a hopeful thought. Wherever I am, whatever might be, there will always be the lone moon, revolving around the earth, bringing light, maybe love, and it will be that same moon that'll hover over us. It'll be that same moon we'll look at and ponder on.

W.O.M.B.A.T.

Argh!!! I so hate myself!

I took teh W.O.M.B.A.T. test at J.K.Rowling.com (if you're a Potterhead, you'd know what I'm talking about). The results tool so long to be released. I think I took it five months ago or something. Now, I can't access my results because I lost my damn ID code! Argh! Where did I write it down? Did I just scribble it in a scrap of paper or a notebook or maybe saved it as a word document? I so wanna see my results! I'm racking my brain for the place I put that ID code...

WHERE IS IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I am Yoda

how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen

I got Yoda!!! He's my favorite Jedi. It takes a lot of brainpower to invert every sentence you utter.

Maybe I gotta start doing that, just to appear smart...or totally weird.

Anyway, I've just finished updating the layout, as you can see (or not). This blogger beta thing is just so tiring. On one hand, the widgets are cool and easy to drag around. On the other hand, the previous pre-beta template was easier to tweak. And I love tweaking my template. I don't know. Maybe when I get more time, I'd probably shift back to the old one and tweak away.

A Welcome Distraction

At last, the last project of the week was just completed awhile ago. (Okay, not really completed...there are still some tweaking to be done. And some additions...okay, never mind. I don't wanna think about it right now) Three big projects due and all we got were five measly days to do them (because we procrastinated! whahaha!).

The past few days were just HELL ON EARTH. It's a miracle I lived to see Friday. I feel like just collapsing right now.

But amidst all the frenzy of this earthly Hades, there is still one thing that made me look forward to school.

What?

Christ Tiu!

Who?



Chris Tiu. Jersey #17 of the Ateneo Blue Eagles.

Okay. I admit, I've never been that interested in the UAAP. True, I've heard his name several times whilst I was still in high school, but I never payed much attention. I like basketball, but after I was ten, I stopped watching games. My TV preference kinda shifted to wrestling, heeheehee.

Anyway, UAAP season 69 was just over, and we lost. We only got second place, but hey. Life's not perfect! They did their best and I'm proud of them. I failed to watch the first two games of the championship (the first one, I didn't know about. the secondone, we didn't have electricity.) I wasn't really planning to watch the thrid one, but the promise of "suspension of classes" if we win and some USTe friends of mine texting and taunting me (because I'm the only Atenean they know) fuelled me to tune in. We still didn't have electricity then, so I watched the first quarter in the caf on the TV with really really bad reception (all I could see was static; I can't even tell if the ball went in when someone shoots). The next two quarters I missed because I was commanded by dear ol' mummy to come home 'cause we're gonna transfer to some apartell. She took forever to pack. Luckily, I managed to catch the fourth and the OT.

I love sports and am always excited when I'm really into what I'm watching. Just sitting in front of that small ass TV transported me back to high school. The relentless cheering when my team got the ball, the suspended heartbeat, holding my breath, heart soaring when we score and dropping when we don't.. It was just so much fun. Of course, I was devastated when we lost. I admit, I'm not a Blue Eagle fanatic like others, but I'd want my school to win. Still, it's okay. If it's not for us, it's not.

So, after that long-rambling intro...on to Chris Tiu. I knew of him, as I said, since high school. I've seen him in a couple of magazines so I knew what he looked like. So one day, when my blockmates and I had to go to the computer lab, I saw him sitting on the bench at the side, reading a newspaper. I wasn't too sure that that was him, until I saw him again a few weeks later in that same spot. (This was after the last game) I wanted to say hi, show some support or something, but I was afraid I'd scare him away or maybe upset him even more.

It's weird when you notice someone, it's like, you suddenly see that someone everywhere. I started to see him walking around campus often. We're even in the same building at the same time (although his classroom is at the thrid floor...). I've been telling my friends about those "encounters" (I make him sound like a paranormal entity) and they want to see him, too. So today, lucky lucky day for my dear friend Joycee. We were walking to our Fil class. It was going to be held in a different building because our original classroom somehow lost its LCD projector. On our way, I was already thinking that I won't get to see Chris today 'cause of the new venue.

I was pleasantly surprised. I froze on my tracks and, as discreetly as possible (although I was obvious, if they had good eyes) that Chris was standing right in front of us, wearing a red shirt and twirling a roll of white cartolina. We "casually" went past him and then giggled to death when we thought he was out of earshot.

He is just so cute.

He's a good ball player, too.

And apparently a very industrious and brainy student.

And a nice guy.

What more could you ask for?

Sigh...

As usual, all the good ones are taken, and that includes him. :(

As if I have a chance, right? Oh well.

On Potter... (I get it. Stop yawning.)

I was going through blogs awhile ago (trying to score points...) and was getting really drowsy when I stumbled over one with a post titled Damn That Potter . Of course, addicted as I am, it immediately caught my attention.

What did Harry do again?

I thought it was another one of those hatemongers' rambles against Harry. I was pleasantly surprise, and relieved, that the author was actually frustrated with being branded as "childish" or someone with "no intellect" because of reading and liking the Harry Potter books.

True, true, the books were initially aimed at children, but that doesn't mean adults are restricted from reading, nor liking, them. They are good books: very well written and contain multiple levels. As I explained on an earlier post (just dig around somewhere, I know I've mentioned this) some people can read it on one level - that is, the very shallow one. Just Harry and the magical world. On other levels, you can read the emotional development of the characters. You can actually delve into their psyche, especially Harry's, who is a very round and well-developed character. If you dig deeper, you can also read it in the light of politics (the Ministry of Magic is very similar to real-life governments).

Just because it is under the children's section doesn't mean the book is stupid. At least it's not just about some teenagers stressing about what color of dress they'd wear for the prom or if their crush would ask them out. I do read those kind of books when my brain is too numb to think. But Harry Potter books aren't just for passive reading. It gets you involved. It makes you feel. Every word transports you to that magical world, and it places you smack in the middle of the goings-on of Harry's life. There are aspects in the HP books that are too complicated for children to fathom. For example, Harry's battle with himself, his emotions, what Dumbledore is trying to say to him, to accept his fate and his impending doom. These things can be read in a simplistic manner, like the wicked with in Snow White, that kind of evil. But as adults, if you read this kind of struggle as a simple fairytale-wicked-witch-versus-princess kind of struggle, then the books aren't the problem. YOU ARE. You have too simple a mind to actually get a deeper reading of it.

A lot of adults, if put in Harry's place, wouldn't even be able to handle it. A lot of suicides would probably take place if ever. So for those snobs, to brand HP as "childish" and "stupid" is just the same as saying that you yourselves are childish and stupid. Give it a try, why don't you. If you're that much of a genius like you think you are (which, by the way, would probably mean that you have Narcissism as your personality disorder), you've got nothing to lose. Stop dissing and start reading.

Hatemongers....Hatemongers......Hatemongers MUST DIE!!! Hatemongers....Hatemongers....Hatemongers MUST DIE!!!

Luuuuurrrrrvvvveeee......

I'm uber tired, it's almost 4 AM.

So why aren't I asleep yet?

Weeeellll........

I just realized that I could email the pics on my mobile phone to myself. Ha!

I don't have the USBs and stuff to hook the phones up to the PC to upload them pics, and my other phone's bluetooth just isn't working.

Yes, it's a lot of money (5php each! Geez!) but...I have no other choice. I'm running out of phone memory.

So...here's a li'l sumthin' sumthin' that I did.

I know, it sucks.

Cheesy-sucky piece of chicken sh*t.

But hey, bagay kami! Woohooo! I love you Chase!

I'm going to sleep now.