And So Everything Led to This...

The baby is now a guy with a pony...and a babe with a hot body.

Romance by You

I stumbled upon this website when I was surfing for Philippine publishers. It's a U.S. based thing, and I found it really interesting.

Romance By You

It's a website selling pre-written romance novels and then the buyer has to fill in the names of the characters, the places they go to, etc. It's like interactive books! Haha! I've had something like this before, but only over the net. When you open the webpage, several pop-up windows appear and asks for your name, an adjective, favorite color, etc. And then when you finish filling those up, the page opens and then there it is, a personalized story just for you!

It's a really cool idea. The buyer can even send photos for the cover and the back page! One buyer even sent a copy to her husband in Iraq. Sweetums. How cool is that? But you know, I'd much rather be in a horror/thriller novel than a romance novel.

This is kind of a Valentine's post, isn't it? Ugh. Sorry, I'm full of sugary Go Nuts Donuts!

Before the Lights Go Out

I still have so much to do. But right now, my mom's chattering is filling the air, I can't even hear myself think. It's the same old story, the same old rhyme. No, we can't change those anymore so...yeah. I just let her blabber on.

I really hate it when there's a blackout. Candle-light dinners are only for romantic events. Eating KFC with my family isn't romantic at all. Especially when I have to spend the night tossing and turning air-con-less.

I don't know why Sunday evening is the most depressing time in the week. It's even worse than Monday morning. Maybe because the image of Monday morning is looming just ahead. And I really hate Mondays. I don't know. Maybe it's just the peaceful time of the week when I can actually hear myself breathe and the solitude brings out the buried thoughts at the back of my head.

Argh.

Weekend Without Light

My start of the week is Monday, so Sunday is still a weekend for me. There's gonna be a black-out from 10pm tomorrow until Monday morning. It sucks 'coz I normally do my homework at night. Now I have to wake up early to finish everything I have to do. Ugh. I'm so not a morning person.

Stupid Short Story #3

One day, a sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophiliac, a zoophiliac, and a pyromaniac were talking in a psych ward.

sadist: I'm bored. Why don't we torture a cat?
zoophiliac: Yeah, we'll torture it and then f$@$ it!
murderer: We'll torture it, f@$# it, and then kill it!
necrophiliac: We'll torture it, f@#$ it, kill it, and then f@$3 it again!
pyromaniac: Yeah, then we'll burn the cat!



Then, everybody asked the masochist, "Why didn't you say anything?"

masochist: MEOW!

Crazy People

I just saw today's episode of AI6 awhile ago. It was...filled with psycho people. They were auditioning in New York.

Okay, I'm not saying that they're all crazy, but this episode is by far the craziest I've ever seen. There's this one girl who's a clairvoyant. She was singing (or moaning) Lady Marmalade. Seriously. She was moaning and groaning it like she's being f%$#d or something. Of course, the judges said no. Still, she believed she had a good voice.

HELLO?!

And there's this one girl, I can't remember her name but I remember that she had the word "gold" in her surname. So she went on and sang something. She was a billion per cent tuneless. Of course, the judges said no. Randy was shaking his head and Paula was laughing a bit. I mean, yeah, I understand the "gold" girl's indignation about their behavior. Even I, if I were in her place, would me mortified if they acted that way. It's a bit rude. But really, her singing - if you can call it that - was hilariously pathetic. And she admitted. She admitted that she's never sung before and that her friends make fun of her for being tone-deaf. Her exact words, I believe, were, "I'm not a singer."

And yet she went and auditioned for a singing competition!

It's just crazy. She was getting mad and upset because the judges said no to her. I mean, if you know that you can't sing for sh!t, why bother standing in line forever just to get turned down? She said that the judges can teach her to sing. Yeah. Hasn't she seen the show before?! I doubt that. I swear, go check out YouTube or Google Videos for a clip of her audition. She was such a psycho b!tch! Her voice was so shrill and annoying it almost made my ears bleed. I just couldn't get her point, why she bothered auditioning if she knew her voice was as wonderful as the croaking of a frog.

I mean, if she did that to like, prove a point or make a statement, you know, be anti-mainstream or something, then fine. I can understand that. That's what I thought she was doing at first. But then she just went mental. 'Twas lucky Simon wasn't there or else... I don't know. Maybe it'd be more exciting?

I was really excited to watch this audition part 'coz they're the funniest part of the show. But now, it's kind of become hard to watch 'coz the people get crazier and denser and worse and delusional. It used to be funny when someone really insists they could sing when they couldn't. But this year, it's like they've mutated into some sort of uber-defensive irritating things. It gets tiring.

Can't wait 'til Hollywood.

My Horoscope Yesterday

Okay, I missed another day. I'm a horrible horrible person. But people never really stick to their New Year's Resolutions.

Anyway, I have this sort of habit of reading my horoscope at night, just to see if the newspaper gypsy got my "fate" right today. It's only about half an hour past midnight so it's still January 23 for me. Hee hee.

Here's what it said:

The philosopher Albert Camus said, "In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." You find yourself similarly remarkable now, and others thrive around your bright glow.

It was kinda true. I mean, I've hated T-Th since second sem started. And today...well, it got pretty okay. And even though I'm swamped with academic stuff, I still manage to make my friends laugh. And it's...it feels good. :)

Random Quote #4

"Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to hell, the devil himself would deliver you up to paradise."

-Paulo Coelho

Such a beautiful and inspiring passage...

I FINALLY GOT MY DX SHIRT!!!!!!!!!!

YEY!!!

I've been dreaming of that since DX reunited. Being on the big side in a predominantly small-framed country, it was hard finding a DX shirt that fit me. I've been looking for one for months!

Ah, I'm the luckiest little sister. I have the best big brother in the world. He gave it to me awhile ago. It was his belated Christmas gift. He chose between giving me a fake wand or the shirt. He chose wisely. He was gonna give me a purple plastic wand. If the wand at stake was an Alivan's, then...that's a different story.

So now... I already have the following shirts:

(I actually have the one without the black edges)

*I have a Batista and an Undertaker shirt but I can't find pictures of them...

I want these:

(this one was just released. DX shirts rock!)

It sort of became a collection... Maybe I'd even get the "heels" shirt like Mr. Kennedy's and Edge and Randy Orton's. Hmm. I'd have to think about that...

I really don't like shirts with the wrestler's faces plastered all over the front or the back (Hitman shirt is an exception!). I find it weird wearing someone's face...especially if it's in full color. If it's a silhouette then I guess it's okay. Logos and lines are much much cooler for me. They look like cool graphic tees than an all-out in-your-face wrestling shirt. More discreet.

These are pretty nice!

Ripperology

Ugh.

I am so filled with serial killer information right now, my head is throbbing. I hope I don't get creepy nightmares tonight.

I am proud of myself. Okay, I didn't get the whole lot done, but at least I've made headway in the research paper I'm supposed to submit a week and a half from today. Goodness. I hope it gets extended a couple more days. But that's alright. I have firmly resolved that I will dedicate Monday-Wednesday and Friday after class to do further research. And then Sat-Sun would be dedicated to writing the paper. I hope to be done by then.

I am sensing that a pair of glasses wouldn't be far from my need by the end of this semester. Goodness. I used to dream of wearing glasses. But I don't want to get to the point when I'd be like my mum. She's practically blind without them. I love to read and watch movies. I need my eyes to stay healthy as long as possible!

Maybe I have to get them checked during summer break.

I am beginning to squint when looking at something. Is that the start of eye defect?

Anyway, yesterday was a bit fun. The spending part wasn't. I'm trying to spend as little as possible. But after being deprived of Starbucks for several months led me to have a frap. At least I managed to stop myself from getting a butterscotch brownie with that. Don't need the extra pounds either.

We interviewed some people from the advertising business. It was pretty fun and very informative, maybe even a lot more help than our actual ad class. I kind of got excited with the future. Still, it's quite scary.

After that, we stopped by this fish feeding place. The fish that they have were called KOI. They look like goldfish, only bigger. They're this good luck fish for the Chinese. The first time I saw some that huge was in China. They were like, a foot long and about 4 inches in diameter. It's funny when you sprinkle fish food in their mini pond. One fish would realize there's food and it's go after it then the others would realize that one of their own has got food and they'd swarm to his direction and push each other out of the way just to get to the food. They're brutal. It's like fish wrestling. They cost so much too. The largest cost P150,000 each! I hope that fish is a hell of a good luck charm!

Okay, my eyes are droopy and I remembered that I've got this interview tomorrow that'd cut my between-class nap into half. Ugh. More fish stories next time.

Growing Up and Knowing It

I've been going through my old posts in the past hours... And, well, it was kind of weird and funny at the same time how I find my posts of three years ago really childish. Not childish in a bad way. I mean, I really noticed the difference of how I would've addressed a particular issue now than how I addressed it then. I can't believe three years would bring that much change in me. I've actually matured. Ha. Really weird. 'Coz I still feel like I'm 16. But somehow... something has changed.

I don't know. Every day I get up and have no idea what to do. All I know is I have to get to school, sit through all my classes, get home, and prepare for the next day of school. It gets boring, but the ritual is comforting. It's stability. Or I'm in a rut. I don't know. But I have to stay like this for two more years. I'm not any wiser about life than I am three years ago... Or I think I'm not. I don't know. I still screw up more than half the time, and I still get scared every day that I might fail, not only in my schoolwork, but fail from fulfilling my dreams, too.

It's really scary, being average. I don't know if I've got the energy to be more. I've tried, but then I get lazy. I know, I know, it's that. But it's just... I get so tired. Tired of it all. Tired of... I don't know what. Just everything. Every day I get home from school and I just am that tired even on Wednesdays when I only have two hours of class. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by the demands of this semester. I tell myself I can do it. I tell myself I have to do it because I have no other choice. Quitting is not an option. But it's terrifying to face when all I see is failure looming ahead.

Volleyball gets me dark and poetic, doesn't it? I really hate it. I suck. I've never had to worry about sports before. Never. It's just this once, and it's bothering the hell out of me. What's worse is that the grade for P.E. isn't even included in the computation of our QPI/GPA. But if I fail it, I have to repeat it. And I'll never live down the humiliation of being crap and stupid enough to have to repeat P.E. It's just that degrading. I'm doing my best. Everything I can. I just don't know what more to do. A miracle, maybe, would be a big help.

But my S.A. exam as proof, maybe I can be more than what I think I can be. It's just that it's really scary not knowing what's coming. I just resign to the fact that I'm average and I can't compete with the above average people. I used to be excellent, but those days have passed me by. It makes things more bitter now. Makes me hopeless most of the time.

I'm two years away from getting shoved into the real world. How would I survive? I wish there'd be a handbook. 100 Best Tips on Surviving Here on Earth. How to Save Your Ass When Shit Happens. Something like that. Scotch Tape and Glue Gun: How to Piece Together Your World That Fell Apart.

I'm pretty savvy with titles.

So now I embark on another mission: watch Fantastic 4 and read the last three issues of the Superman/Batman comics.

I'll deal with reality tomorrow.

Internet Connection F^*&@% Up Again

Great. Now I missed a day of posting. My New Year's resolution just got ruined. I know, I can change the time of this post, but that would be cheating myself. It's so stupid. And it's all the fault of this shitty DSL. I don't know why, it just keeps cutting off at the worst times. When I actually need it, it just goes. Argh.

But anyway, I had a pretty okay day. P.E. was horrible as usual, but I try not to think of it or else I'd get suicidal. Best part of the day: I got my long test from Sociology-Anthropology awhile ago. I estimated my grade to be around C+ 'coz you know, I never really was confident that I understood exactly what he was saying. I didn't even finish reading all the handouts. I kind of just...winged it a bit, if you know what I mean.

So, there I was, asking for my paper. I was 30 minutes late for class (I really didn't want to get up this morning) and my prof distributed them first thing so...yeah. I saw my classmate's paper. She got a 94. I was like, whoa, did she memorize every single detail? And then I thought, shoot, what did I get? If she got that then... I don't know, I would've gotten lower. I'm not a very confident person. I trust myself to flunk or goof off every time. I try hard, but based on experience...I'm kind of a huge failure.

So just imagine my surprise when my prof found my paper and said, "Congratulations!"

I initially thought that he was congratulating me for passing the exam. Then he told me my score.

"You got 99!"

Out of 100 points.

I got 99 out of 100.

Oh My Goodness.

I never ever got a score that high in a major test ever in my life! Except when I was in grade 2 when I got 98 on a major science test. But this is different! I was intelligent then. I'm stupid now! And I got an A!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

This just shows that we can surprise ourselves sometimes.

Thank you, God.

American Idol 6!

I just love watching the audition part of American Idol. It's just so hilarious! I really don't know why some people think they're the greatest singer in the world when they're actually tone-deaf. I really don't know why. I know I'm not a great singer. Even though some people think I'm okay, I'd never join a contest where I'd be exposed to public humiliation. Okay isn't gonna work because there are a lot of people out there who are way better than that.

Still, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this season. Last year just sucked. I hope this would be like Season 4. It's the greatest season ever for me. Well, I never saw the first two. So...yeah. I know there will never be another Bo Bice, but I really hope they find a decent rocker again like Chris Daughtry.

So off I go to pretend to study. He he!

Random Quote #4

Excerpts from A Warm Cup

I nod. Looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand, resting so near yours, I know you've already gone. I will make it easy for both of us, I tell myself. I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin. I will smile and tell you that I'm happy for you because that is what I want to believe. I will not hope you will be back soon nor say that I wish I were going with you. Instead, I will keep in mind that there is nothing between us anymore. It's just that the coffee is too warm, and I am so cold.

Stupid Mini Story #2

There was a bad guy who fell in love with a good girl. The guy really loved the girl so much that he's willing to do anything just to make her happy. The girl asked the guy to quit getting into rumbles and the guy agreed.

One day, the girl heard about a rumble. She saw the guy bloody and dying. The girl cried, but the guy smiled.

He said, "I didn't fight back because you might get mad..."

Stupid Mini Story #1

An old man was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teen had spiked hair colored green, red, orange, and blue. The old man kept on staring at him so the teenager got irritated.

He said, "Never done anything wild in your life?"

The old man replied, "Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I'm wondering if you're my son..."

Eragon Weekend

I actually went out last weekend. Hooray! I'm not a loser.

My friends and I went to see Eragon. Although the flick wasn't everything I expected, the experience was.

It's been a month since I last saw my friends, others even longer than that. It was so invigorating seeing their faces and laughing at their jokes again. It felt like I was back in high school. And with the torture I'm experiencing in school now, last Saturday felt like heaven on earth.

Except for the part when my shoes started killing me.

After the movie, we stayed at a McDonald's for dinner. It's a money thing. Even though gourmet that night was a tray of McRice Burger and fries, it became the most delicious dinner because of the craziness of my companions. Although at some point I was just staring blankly into space 'coz they started talking about school (there were 11 of us, only 4 of us went to different schools from the other 7). Nonetheless, that night was the best night I've had in weeks.

There was thing betting incident...

Nah, I'm not gonna tell it here. It was so funny!

So, on to the movie.

I was excited to see it 'coz it had great hype. I know, hype doesn't determine quality, but I was just curious. I think I was craving for another LOTR. But now I know that nothing can level with LOTR in that genre of movies.

It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't great either. It had the potential to really grab the audience and be grand and make our chests swell like the fight scene in LOTR:ROTK, but it came short. But it was pretty neat. Maybe it's because it's the first installment. I heard it's gonna be a trilogy. I didn't much care for the first two LOTRs, but the third just blew me away. Maybe the third Eragon will. Hopefully.

Ed Speleers, the guy who played Eragon, was pretty okay. I remember Daniel Radcliffe a.k.a. Harry Potter's first three movies. He lacked facial expression. Ed, however, was okay at it, though he also does need to improve his acting. Especially his crying. His efforts of crying really showed when the camera zoomed in on his face. It was kinda funny. But all in all, the movie was okay.

So, as much as I hate to, I really have to go work now. *Argh*

All I Want

Nothing so loud

As hearing when we lie

The truth is not kind

And you said neither am I

The air outside so soft

Saying everything...

Everything...

All I want is to feel this way

To be this close

To feel the same

All I want

Is to feel this way

The evening speaks

I feel it say...

Nothing so cold

As closing the heart when all we need

Is to free the soul

But we wouldn't be that brave, I know

And the air outside so soft

Confessing everything...

Everything...

No it won't matter now

Whatever happens will be

Though the air speaks of all

We'll never be...

It won't trouble me...

Random Quote #3

"We've spent so much time and effort searching for the things that bring us happiness, and yet nothing seems enough.

Now, why is it so hard to be happy?

It's because we refuse to let go of the things that make us sad."

...But what if the thing makes you happy and sad at the same time?

Saturday Afternoon

The sky is a perfect blue color, bright against the vivid green of the trees outside. I've just woken up from a wonderfully refreshing nap. The air is calm, the last hours of sunshine seeping through my window.

It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

Except for the atrocity happening in the small park in front of our house.

There is some sort of party, like a program or something. They've given a microphone to a chipmunk. And the music - the LOUD music - they're playing... That must be the soundtrack from HELL.

I ABHOR FILIPINO NOVELTY SONGS!!!!!!!!

I am not against Filipino music. On the contrary, I love Pinoy rock. We have a lot of bands with so much talent it's a shame they don't have the means to go worldwide, unlike some pesky generic boybands. But these novelty songs... The one "popular" now, Boom Tarat-Tarat, is just so f@&$^#&^ s@*$(&(@$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate it! I absolutely hate it! It's a stupid stupid song. They should ban songs like that because I can actually feel my IQ dropping to a negative every time I hear it. It's everywhere! There's like, no escaping it.

These songs, they say, are for the "masa", the masses. Okay, I get that. That's a huge market. But that's like, underestimating the intelligence of the masses. Sure, they are not up there when it comes to economic status, but I am sure there are a lot of intelligent people amongst them. And these people who make and sing these stupid stupid novelty songs degrade that intelligence. I mean, the songs have no meaning at all!

Meaning of importance, I mean.

There was this one some time back called Spaghetti. It was so popular especially with kids. It even has its own dance move, and adults even encourage kids to dance it on programs and stuff! My goodness! If only I could find a clip on YouTube of that dance move... It is so disgusting. It's like a move of when you're having sex. It's just awful and demeaning to have children do that. We can't blame the kids because they don't understand the lyrics and the moves. It's shrouded in that "double meaning" cover - sounds innocent, but really isn't. And they wonder why there's still child prostitution and incest and sexual abuse happening especially in impoverished communities. Because they feel the people in those communities this crap. They are not stupid. Money does not equate to brains. If we give them better quality stuff, then maybe this country wouldn't be going to the dogs.

Random Quote #2

Quotes about love from movies/shows...

My Best Friend's Wedding

"If you love someone, you say it right then out loud or the moment just passes you by..."

When Harry Met Sally

"When you find that person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want the rest of your life to begin right away."

Dawson's Creek

"If two people are meant for each other, it doesn't mean that they are meant for each other now."

Goodwill Hunting

"The only feeling of loss is when you love someone more than you love yourself."

Thursday Thirteen #2

Thirteen TV Shows I've Seen From Start to Finish (or until the latest episode at least)

These are shows I have watched completely, all episodes, all seasons, even specials (if there are any). It's pretty tiring being a couch potato. :)

1.

I love this show mainly because I love supernatural stuff. You know, like witches and stuff, hence my addiction to Harry Potter. I think that it's a really good show, not at all cheesy or cliched. Although there were some episodes that made me go like, "What were they thinking?!" But mostly it's a thrill to watch. Supernatural is in the middle of its second season now. I loved the first season - it's full of action. This second season has been pretty okay, but I still kind of have to get to the emotional stuff. They're really concentrating on the two boys' emotions.

Of course, Jared Padalecki is so so so adorable!

2.

Ah, the show with the most number of seasons I've completed. I enjoyed every minute of it though. This show started when I was in first year high school. I loved it because it's about a superhero, not another teen drama. Although this can be considered as one of those (it's Superman in his teens!) , it's a hundred times more exciting because here we see the struggle of someone so unique, an alien from outer space, but the most human of all. Of course, there's the allure of the superpowers, too! Especially in the fifth season, I really felt the pain of being torn - should he tell Lana, or shouldn't he? He is the strongest guy in the world, and ironically, the weakest because of his heart. The song of Five for Fighting is really true: it's not easy to be Superman.

3.

At first, I really didn't want to watch this show. Then one day I had nothing to do so I sat on for one episode... and it got me totally hooked. It's a unique story, a guy who got himself imprisoned by will in order to get his brother out. It's crazy, but really touching at the same time. I mean, loving your brother that much that you're willing to get yourself in that situation. I've said in previous posts, the plot of this show, the execution of the plans, the plans themselves... it's plain genius. I don't know how the writers came up with it. It's so intricate and meticulously planned out. it's like nothing I've seen before. Although season two is starting to bore me, I can't wait after their hiatus. The last episode showed a great deal of promise.

4.

Save the cheerleader. Save the world.

This is by far the coolest show I've ever seen. It's kind of like X-Men, ordinary people suddenly manifesting superhuman abilities. But what makes it great is that it's not just some ordinary rip-off. The characters are all connected somehow, not just because of their commonality of having "powers", but they are connected and are somehow brought together to serve one purpose (not to join the X-Men, no). They don't go around in uniforms and fly in jets. They really are ordinary people, and that's the beauty of it. You really have to see it to get what I mean.

5.

Started watching this at around the start of its second season. I used to not fancy medical drama... or any heavy drama. (That's why the OC and One Tree Hill isn't in this list...but I plan to watch those, just to see what they've got) With House, the drama isn't that suffocating because Dr. House has got an adorable sarcastic humor. Without that, this show would be nothing. He's the best doctor there is. The only challenge is putting up with him. And the characters' personalities are very different and very strong. You can really see their uniqueness, unlike in other dramas where the characters are almost identical. Summary: Dr. House is the person you'll love to hate because he's arrogant but he's always (99% of the time at least) right.

6.

Perfect example for my Sociology-anthropology class. The stranded formed a society and some sort of government to survive. There are leaders who protect the followers.

Okay, enough of the lecture. Exciting. The first word that comes up when asked to describe Lost. There's that question people with nothing to do love to ask, "If you were stranded on an island, who would you want to be with?" Well, the people in Lost would say, "not with a polar bear on a tropical island that feasts on human flesh!" This is a great show, very attention grabbing. I get an adrenaline rush while watching this. Season three is a tad annoying already. Hopefully their hiatus will bring better results.

7.

It's like the stereotype of "ugly", with glasses and braces. But I don't think Betty is ugly. She just needs a makeover and a wardrobe update. I really want to be like her, you know, working in a top magazine. That has always been my dream. She's really talented and creative and responsible and confident and intelligent and kind. I would love to be all that than be plastic anorexic barbie without a brain. I mean, all that can be achieved by plastic surgery. All the others, you have to be born with. And of course, I love Cinderella stories. :)

8.

As I said, I love supernatural stories. This is so cool and unique because the TAPS team tries to debunk and disprove the claim of "hauntings". Although I loved the show Scariest Places on Earth, in hindsight, they tried too hard to make the show appear scary with that eerie voice of that announcer dude/kid (I never really found out)... What I like about Ghost Hunters is their scientific approach to the supernatural. They really want proof if there's really a haunting or something. They show all the technical stuff - the set up, the recordings, all that. Unlike in S.P.O.N., the camera would just be there in the room, and they claim the participants are alone. Ghost Hunters is really honest with their work. I can't wait 'til the next season. I'm kind of disappointed that the third season only had 10 episodes and a live one.

9.

Amanda Bynes is just hilarious. She's my favorite female actress among the "teens" (although she's already 20). She's just natural and laid back and oh so funny. In this show, she's a bit annoying. She wants everything to go her way and bails out when everything's not perfect anymore. But it's a lovely show about sisterhood and friendship and relationships. And did I say it's hilarious?

10.

Another one to make you fart due to nonstop laughing. It's about a dad who's telling his kids about how he met their mother. The thing is, he started from the very very very beginning. It's already the second season and still we haven't met the mother! But it's worth the watch, every episode is.

11.

I was really curious about this one. Everywhere I go on the net, there's just so much hype about this program. Even on TV. So I tried watching it, and I liked it. It's different. The concept of a perfect looking street which is inhabited by people with dark secrets and shady pasts is marvelous. The acting is superb, and each episode just leaves you wanting to know what's next. Also, the voice-over thingy always manages to summarize everything in really beautiful and witty words.

12.

This is a Taiwanese show. It's pretty popular even in the west. It's about this group of four guys who are from very rich and very influential families. They're called F4 and they're actually a singing group (which is uh...whatever). So anyway, their "leader"'s family owned their school and then he encountered this girl who went against him and so the story starts. At first he wanted to bash her head in but then they fell in love but the girl is poor so his mom didn't approve blah blah blah... It's the usual Cinderella story, but this one is just...good.

13.

A Korean comedy! It's so cute and so funny! It's about this poor girl (again. easterners just love this kind of story, don't we?) who was hired by this rich guy to be his "long lost cousin" or something just so his grandpa won't die. It's kind of weird, but the girl is really really funny! Of course there's heavy drama towards the end which I didn't like much, but still it's worth a watch.

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Body Clock

I've got to fix mine.

Or maybe I should just change my sleep patterns.

Here I am again, after vowing to be asleep by midnight, typing away at one in the morning. I've got a 7:30am class later which I'd probably be too sleepy to digest. Then I've got an hour to sleep before the next class. Before I know it, I'd be home again, and glad to be, so I'd catch the sleep that I'm missing right now. Then I'd be wide awake again this time of night tomorrow, and it just goes on and on...

I was supposed to do some research tonight, but I didn't, 'coz I woke up at 9pm.

I am such an oversleeper.

I really need to stop sleeping and get some work done!

Now I understand what my previous professor said about sleeping for the sake of sleeping not because you need to sleep.

Random Quote #1

"We choose how we see people. When we want to like someone, we can be so tolerant. When we want to be irritated by people, we focus on their faults. it's not other people's behavior that determines how we feel about them - it's our attitude."

ARGH!!!!! For the love of all things techie!

Okay, I planned to be asleep by 2Am which was an hour and fifteen minutes ago. At around 1:30, as I was joyfully breezing through Issue #8 of Superman & Batman comics, there were several disturbances. One was the noticeably slow speed of the computer. When I tried to go to the next page, the computer would seize up for a few seconds. I thought it was because I was transferring files to another disk.

But then windows of Internet Explorer started popping up. That's when I knew there was trouble.

I then saw at the bottom right corner, a toolbar? Whatever that's called, there was a big red X mark. I right-clicked it and it said that my computer was infected. Great. There was this BraveSentry anti-virus software working on it so I wasn't that panicked. But when I clicked the button to remove the infected files, it asked me to buy a license.

Great. At the time of crisis, all it does is ask you to buy a license.

So I found this AVG thing which is also some sort of anti-virus. It worked well. I managed to delete the infected files. But my desktop background remained white. I clicked on its properties and tried to change it back to the Christmas tree but it wouldn't budge! I tried several times, even refreshed it several times but it stayed the same. So I thought I'd just reboot it and it would all go back to normal.

I learned that I was wrong.

I restarted the computer and it did spring back to life, only to restart again when it got to the point where the desktop can be seen already. So it just kept on restarting and restarting and restarting...

Goodness.

Why did they even invent computer viruses?! It's bad enough to have them in the atmosphere or wherever in the physical world. Why let them invade cyber space?!

I so wish we have a superhero for that.

Thank goodness for Google and Gmail or else I would lose all the pictures I have in Drive C.

Late Bloomer

My brother told me that I'm a late bloomer. I should have been reading comic books when my age was still a single digit number, but I didn't. I was busy reading Sweet Valley Kids and Goosebumps back then.

Add ten years to that and here I am, browsing through the issues of Superman&Batman like a little kid. It's awesome. I don't know why I've never done this before.

I also plan to sort through my brother's comic book collection, once I have lots of free time.

Right now I'm just procrastinating.

So, another ordinary day is about to end. I actually understood something in S.A. which is quite a breakthrough for me. Again, I sucked at volleyball. Nothing new there. I just hope against hope that I don't fail Physical Ed. That would suck like a wormhole. History, as usual, was fun. There's nothing like dousing a really boring topic with a little bit of my prof's anecdotes. I don't really know how he gets all those funny stuff. I don't really know how he can make a fool of himself so many times.

Well, okay, I can imagine that. Just awhile ago, as I was going back to mainland from P.E., this guy was staring at me and kind of...almost smiling. You get that look? I was thinking, what the hell is your promblem?! Then I thought, maybe there's dirt on my shirt. I looked down, and saw the problem.

There's a gaping hole on my shorts brought to you by my faulty zipper which broke again.

Why do I even wear that pair of shorts?!

This is the second time. It's sooo embarrassing! Lucky have a long t-shirt so I just pulled it over the atrocity. Still, I wanted to smack the look off of that guy's face.

I realized that I dressed like John Cena awhile ago. I was wearing the Hustle Loyalty Respect t-shirt, long shorts like his (only mine are brownish), and low-cut white sneakers. Throw in the Chain Gaing cap, a couple of wristbands and the WWE Championship belt and the look's complete.

I should've done the You Can't See Me thing awhile ago to that guy.

'Cause I really wished he didn't see me and that zipper accident.

Red Taillights

As I sit here stuck in heavy traffic, I came up with five big reasons why I'm so thankful that my professor lost her voice half an hour before the end of class so she let us go early.

1. Saved from the quiz!
2. Need to use toilet real bad.
3. Sooo sooo hungry...
4. Brain malfunction due to no sleep.
5. No sleep due to current X-Men obssession.

I so can't wait to get home.

New Addictions

I have planned to spend my weekend researching and writing a paper. Of course, there's a relax period set somewhere too. I wanted to finally finish watching X-Men: Evolution yesterday so that I can finally move on to work.

I did. It was wonderful! I never knew I'd find a cartoon character hot. After the finale, I craved for more. So I searched for other X-Men animations. I found out about X-Men the Animated Series. It's the one where they're all grown up. It really interested me a lot, because the stories of the movies, of Evolution, and of the animated series all vary from the original story of the comics. That's what lead me to my new conquest: to read all the X-Men comics that was ever published.

Due to the supposed earthquake in Taiwan that sent all Internet connections to drop in speed, downloading and uploading these days is trully hell. So since yesterday, I've been downloading X-Men stuff, until today. It takes so damn long! But I know it'll be worth it.

This summer break I'm going to spend about two weeks just raeding every issue of X-Men. I wanna know everything. You know, just in case they decided to put out a fourth movie, then I can point at the screen and say, "That's bullcrap! It's not how the comics went!" Because during the third movie, my friend was doing the same thing and I kept on asking her why and how it really happened.

So now, 45 minutes left on this day, I'm finally starting on my research. Teehee.

Something to Talk About

Yesterday, my Spanish professor said that students in our school used to have to take 24 units or so per semester to complete their degrees. But now it was reduced to 15-18 only (some courses may have more) because the administration wanted to give the students more time for discussion.

Discuss what, you might ask.

Well, he compared us to our counterpart in Europe. He said that students our age in Europe, during their free times, gather and sit on the grass and talk about philosophy, culture, and politics.

Please, I beg you, is this true? I really want to know, if any European kid is reading this, comment, please.

Because I kind of find it hard to believe that kids our age (we're about 18-19 years old) spend the only time they have to chill out and be brain dead for a few moments talking about how sucky the economy is and how hopeless the world is. I mean, okay, I'd understand if those students are political science or law students or if there's some kind of national or international turmoil on the front page of newspapers. But actually spend free time arguing about politics? It's depressing as it is, and arguing about it per se wouldn't make it better. Of course, it could raise awareness, which could be helpful, if the people taking about it actually give a damn.

And philosophy? I personally think that philosophy is a great topic. This I could picture myself discussing with my friends. But not every time. It would be like taking the subject twice. I mean, God gave us breaks between classes for a reason, that is, to recharge our brains for a sec before diving into another grueling lesson, or maybe catch up with unfinished homework. I wouldn't want to stress my brain further. One classroom session of philosophy is enough for me per day, thanks.

Culture? Man, we talk about culture! Pop culture, that is. And that includes current events. Like Britney's panty-less escapades, her loser of an ex-husband's attempts to promote himself through WWE (he is such an idiot! or his manager is, anyway.), Saddam's low-tech death (I thought he was long gone, but apparently he wasn't. I think this time he really is... right?), the O.C. going to be cancelled after the Feb 22 episode, and people protesting Smith's transfer to the US Embassy.

Hey, there's a bit of politics there, too. See it?

Call me stupid, but I feel that we shouldn't be judged as somewhat beneath those who discuss politics, philosophy, and culture every second of their lives. I don't want any more additional stress to what I already have to handle right now, or else I'm gonna have a stroke very soon. Not because I choose to be brain dead during breaks doesn't mean I'm unintelligent. I can carry an interesting and intelligent conversation if I wanted to, but mostly if needed. It's just that being brain dead for a few minutes and talking about trivial things allow my mind to recuperate from the butchering it takes during lessons.

Being "deep" doesn't mean talking about politics, philosophy, and culture all the time. That's being "geeks".

Weekend! Hooray!

Oh man, I've been waiting for this weekend since Wednesday. I know, I know, it wasn't that long a week, but it really is for someone who just came from a two-week (still too short!) vacation. I kind of just went through the three days in a haze, lika a zombie. Waking up, going to school, sitting there taking notes and not really absorbing anything, checking my watch frequently, can't wait another minute for dismissal.

It was a good thing we had a free cut in SA yesterday, or else I would've missed another session, even though I would've been sitting right there. At 7:30 in the morning, it's not really a good time to jam my head with all that theory. I never really understood anything in SA. I get some stuff, I get the concepts, but it's not like in History where I can explain say, everything about the wives of Henry VIII.

Someone would need to explain to me exactly what we're supposed to do in the paper due this Tuesday.

So anyway, again, I'm probably gonna stay up late finishing up X-Men Evolution. It's great. I don't know why I never took interest in this before. It's actually better than the movies. Oh, hold on. Not necessarily. The movies has got Hugh Jackman, so that's a big plus... teehee.

Anyway, here's a random pic for the post.

Isn't it cool? It's a twenty-peso bill folded up a bit. I never knew Manuel Roxas looked like --->

BATISTA!!!

Sleep Is GOOOOOD...

Almost 3 AM now. But still, I'm watching X-Men Evolution. My brother says I'm desperate for something to watch. Well, yeah, I kind of am. Don't get me wrong, TV is my life, but recently there's just not that much to see. WWE, CSI, nothing else... I don't know. I think I have to go back to TV viewing soon. This watching of whole series in my computer is just getting addictive. I guess I'm just too lazy to watch TV now because my remote's broken and my brother replaced it with cheap ones so those keep on breaking easily too. Now, I'm using one that requires me to be about a foot from the TV before it works. So now I have to lie on my belly the whole time if I want to watch.

It sucks.

I should've asked for a nice remote control for Christmas.

It isn't too late though, Three Kings is still a day away...

I gotta get back to what I'm watching. I wanna finish this episode before 3AM. Or else someone would have to hose me awake later.

P.S. The movies sure screwed up the storyline of X-Men. And cartoon Wolverine is HOT!

Sexy

Just yesterday, we were talking about... stuff. Haha. I actually forgot what we were talking about. All I know is that it lead us to our scrutiny of men's bodies. Skinny guys aren't pleasant to look at. They look like walking skeletons, unlike skinny girls who still have curves. Guys look the best when they're a bit toned, you know, a bit of muscle. Hehe.

Of course, some guys are just...HOT. You know, like Brad. Some even got that V-shape going on with their backs. Really csexy. Some guys are just kinda...straight. Like Jesse Metcalfe. But there's one guy who actually has curves, but he's not effeminate! He's really sexy, it's just that his body isn't just straight or just V-shaped. His torso and legs kind of balance each other. 'Coz you know, teh V-shaped guys have big torsos but they're legs are just...there. They look like they're propped up on two poles or something (example is John Cena, but I still think he's hot).

So okay, this well proportioned guy I'm talking about is Randy Orton. He looks great when he poses during his entrance (but somehow, I hate that pose. Why?! I don't know...He just looks annoying but hot.) But for me he looks better with all his clothes on...weird huh?

So here's a pic..

Glorious.

So Far..

Ok, so far so good.

I'm at the library right now getting ready for my nap before the next class. I really want to be home right now. It's just...tiring. I don't know. I just miss my bed, my pillows, and my covers so much. I am so looking forward to lying down with a bowl of ice cream and some cookies, the air condition on so everything's chilly and comfortable, the lights out, curtains drawn, the tv on. I want it to be so relaxing and bum-ish that I'd momentarily forget that tomorrow, I'd have to get up at 7am and face another torturous session of volleyball.

How will I ever pass that subject?

And how will I fit into my PE clothes after all that holiday eating?

I'm staring at my Spanish book right now, trying -pretending- to review. We're supposed to have an oral evaluation today.

What do I do?!

Argh.

So.

Como es tu navidad?

Mi navidad es aburrido y mui malo.

Good enough? I hope so. Okay.

I've finally come up with a New Year's resolution. Seeing that I only have 82 posts in 2006 which is very little compared to the 113 of 2005, I've decided to post every single day of this year, no matter how busy. Even just short, nonsensical posts. There. I have to sleep now.

What am I supposed to do?

Have you ever woken up one morning and just didn't know what to do? All you want is to crawl back under the covers and wish the world would go away. Hope it'll come back when you're ready.

I haven't had the best Christmas, and I felt like I didn't have enough rest. Now, in a few minutes (I'm actually running late already, but whatever) I'd be back in school. I really don't wanna go back, but there's no other choice. There's nothing else to do.

When I woke up awhile ago, I was jsut...lost. I was just so scared. Scared of the three months of torture that lie ahead. If the first month was already like that, what more the succeeding ones? How would I survive? I just know that I'm gonna screw up somehow. I just... I don't know anymore. I don't wanna wake up. I just wanna fall back to sleep and when I wake up again, I hope everything would be fine.

I'm just so so scared.

Looking Back On 2006

As I sit here on my bed cursing our administration for making us go back too soon, I chanced upon WWE Bottomline on JackTV which was reviewing the big events of last year.

The host (sorry, forgot his name) then went back to last year's New Year's Revolution, the one with the elimination chambers. The one where I first saw John Cena.

Yes, it was love at first sight of his bloody, bloody face.

As I've probably said in my previous posts, I've stopped watching wrestling for years... The last guys I remember being at the top of WWE (which I remembered was WWF still...so that was sooo long ago) were Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock. That was back, when, 1999? 2000? Somewhere there.

Okay, enough of that history.

So there, as I watched Cena get the Master Lock and flail aroung lifelessly, I remembered the day when my love for WWE came back. I got curious again, of course, a big factor was because RAW was scheduled to come here that February. I held back from buying a ticket 'coz I already got BSB tix which cost me a fortune. But after a few more weeks of watching, I got hooked. So on the day of the second show (my bro went to the first one and told me all about how great it is), I didn't let the coup s' etat stop me from stalking to Araneta Coliseum and by a standing only ticket and watch by myself.

I'm glad I did. And I never stopped since.

Then DX got back together which was tremendous 'coz they're so f*cking crazy/cool. I missed them. Batista got back and got the Championship back. Smackdown came. The Hardy Boyz got back together (I love Jeff Hardy!). It was an amazing year for WWE. Oh, and they acquired ECW.

Seeing last year's New Year's Revolution's main event, the one that pulled me back to the WWE bandwagon, it just...made it sink in. The fact that that was a whole year ago.

That was a whole year ago.

And right now, I'm waiting for this year's New Year's Revolution to be shown.

What happened?

What happened last year? Has anything changed? Cena's still Champ. Batista is also. I'm still fat and ugly and boyfriendless and broke and Ipodless. But I'm also a year older, a year closer to graduating.

What will this new year bring?

I don't know. I haven't made any new year resolutions. I don't wanna bother anymore ;coz I always fail to keep them. I'm still wishing for a little more excitement. Something nice and surprising to happen. But maybe it's the little things that count, right? So...what were the little things?

I'm just thankful that I'm still alive, I still have my friends and family and we're still all well.

Still, I can't help but feel there's something missing. D'you know that feeling? Sometimes I get guilty for feeling that. I mean, it feels so selfish of me, wanting somehting more when I'm better off than about half of the population if this country. Why isn't this enough for me? It ought to be. I'm very blessed. I am thankful. But why is there still something that I look for?

Sigh.

I'll let you know if I've found it.

Happy 2007!!!

I'm home!

I'm home from the province. Gawd, it's great to be back. I missed my toilet bowl so much.

I know, I haven't been active here since...Well, I just haven't. I'm sorry. It has just been a crazy semester. School's been HELL; it's the worst month of school I've ever had, and I'm looking at three more of that in just two days. They are merciless. They have no hearts, I tell ya! One week shaved off our sembreak, and now we're made to go back to school two days after the holidays! It wasn't much of a vacation for us 'cause we couldn't avoid worrying about the two papers due soon and a workshop and an ad we have to make by the 8th.

God, help us. My brain's about to explode. This is the most stressful Christmas and New Year I even had. I actually have to do research later tonight!

Anyway, I'm gonna muster up some cheeriness and talk about my holidays.

Well, as usual, on Christmas Eve we eat at my father's family's house. Frankly, it's so boring there. I talk to...my brother. That's all. There's not much for me to say there as they're all really old and I'm the youngest already. I just kept on texting my friends to keep my spirits up. Christmas money and gifts were the only highlights.

On our way home, we passed by this new attraction in Roxas Blvd. The dinosaurs! They're concrete recreations, and they're adorable! I wanted to take some pictures with them but there were too many people so we decided to go back there another time. Then my mom and I went by the church. You know, it was the only place where I felt really happy. I swear! I admit, I was a bit reluctant to go because I thought we were gonna attend mass. I wasn't exactly wearing church-friendly clothes, if you know what I mean. And I wasn't wearing shoes for hour-long standing. But then when we got there, the mass was over, although a lot of people were still hanging around; some taking pictures, others silently praying. I kneeled there with my mom and prayed. This really calm happy feeling washed upon me. It felt really nice. I felt peaceful. It was nice looking at those people having fun, little kids taking pictures with the nativity scene and stuff. It was really Christmas.

And then we got home, waited for midnight, ate Noche Buena, I opened gifts, and went to bed. What a boring boring boring night.

Christmas morning, some family came. I played with my little niece. She's adorable! I talked to my cousins and stuff. Then I slept, woke up, packed my bags 'cause we haad to leave at 3am for the province.

It wasn't much fun there either. I just slept, tried to do research, watched some movies, learned how to drive (which was the highlight), ate talaba, kind of talked with my little cousins, and became my mom's slave. She was either annoyingly chatty or just being a diva. My cousins were too young or too...different from my city girl attitude for us to really hang out. The only things I loved about going back there was getting to visit my granpa's grave after four years and getting to see my grandma again after more than a year and my aunt after four years.

And I bought a whole box of donuts!

So, New Year came. My head was throbbing 'cause I just arrived. Maybe still a little jet-lagged. I took a nap, was woken up, and got a little dizzy but had to go. There. We went back to my dad's family's house, ate, and then went home. I uploaded the pictures needed for the ad, texted my groupmates about the interview and the ad and asked about deadlines. There. Then I just waited for midnight and then we ate and then the champagne was gone and then I went back up here to watch the rest of What I Like About You which, by the way, I've just finished watching all four seasons of, and fell asleep. And then I fell back to sleep...and then here I am.

Goodness, what a bore, right?

The only warm feeling I got was when I got home and then my doggie saw me (he's really fat but a bit sick now 'cause he's old) and he barked, his tail wagging wildly and then he ran to me. Aw. He's often really weak but he was really really glad to see me. I love my doggie.

Now, I'm a bit happy 'cause I'm watching reruns of WWE. Yey! And then I'm off to gluttonland again.

On the bright side, I've got lots of chocolates, a box of donuts, ice cream, and food to last me a lifetime.

I'm happy!

Yeah.

Still, the perfect Christmas is out there. Maybe in 2007? I hope so. I'm so tired of waiting a whole year and then getting disappointed.