Monda y Again in a Minute!

I don't wanna go back to school... I wanna kick myself in the ass for taking summer classes. It's just sheer torture. I could be just lounging about right now, watching nothing on TV, or playing endless video games with my brother without worrying that I have 54 more pages of a novel I'm having a hard time understanding to finish reading. And I have about... 10 and a half hours left to do it.

I can make that deadline though. About ten pages per hour if I shut my TV off. Which I don't want to do because National Treasure is on Star Movies and it's one of my favorite movies. And I would be bored to death and eventually fall asleep without the barely audible sound of rushing cars and screaming guns (I turned the volume low 'coz someone else is sleeping here).

Maybe after a couple more weeks, I'd be happy with my classes. It's just that I had plans for this summer, like finishing my scrapbook (which I haven't even started on yet) and reading everything that's inside my Unread Books Cabinet. And of course, re-reading all the Potter books before the last one is released. And have marathons of Friends and Charmed. Also, I planned on researching about the Knights Templar and other stuff.

I just can't do all that anymore because of the mountains of readings piled up on me. And a book report due in 5 weeks. And I haven't picked out a book yet! I hate this. It isn't relaxing at all. I'm feeling this apprehension again, the one I hate feeling during school days. It's like I'm a screw-up waiting to happen. I just know that I'm gonna fail somehow, and I'm really scared of what might happen.

I wanna enjoy, I wanna relax, I wanna sleep late and wake up late and worry only about which channel to watch or which movie to see. Now I've gotta worry what the heck Mrs. Dalloway is gonna do next! Argh! And understand how the freaking stock market works!

God help me, please!

The Undertaker vs. Batista, Cena and the other 3

They're gonna be taking on each other again on Backlash a week from tomorrow.

Can't say I'm that excited. It already happened (seems only yesterday when my brother and I were dreaming up that match-up, and now it already happened...), and it was worth the long wait. But I'm not really a fan of rematches. Seeing them together, whether howling on each other or competing in a sure-win tag team match, kind of takes the...you know, what do you call it? It takes the umf! out of the upcoming game. I think it's better to like, keep them apart for a while, you know, let them trash talk each other separately.

But I guess WWE thinks teaming them up builds up the anticipation for Backlash. I don't know, maybe it does. I don't know if it works for me though. Maybe with some cases. But I must admit, Batista and Undertaker's match against Mr. Kennedy and Finlay (I hate that guy) did kind of strengthen the tension between them. I was expecting either of them to turn traitor again at anytime. I guess it's a good thing no one did. I kind of hate seeing Batista turn into a heel, but hey, I guess that's part of career development.

So now we go to RAW.

I'm a fan of John Cena. Really. No matter what anybody says, I think he's a terrific wrestler. He's resilient. He's all about respect. He never quits.

And not forgetting that he has a nice butt.

In spite of that, sometimes, I can't help but feel kind of sad that he retained the championship at Wrestlemania. Shawn Michaels is perfectly deserving of that title. Well, I was thinking that he might be close to retiring so they should, you know, give him a last go at the championship or something. Or maybe he's set to do a Rick Flair and stay at WWE until all the other players are young enough to be his grandchildren.

Hey, I'm not dissing the Nature Boy. He's a legend. Always packed with a hundred or so chops. WOOOOOOOOOOO!

Anyway, about the Fatal 4 way of Cena, Orton, Edge, and Shawn Michaels. Well, I don't know. WWE's strategy now is to drag as many superstars as possible into a feud and set them loose in the ring. I'm not into matches that involve more than 2 people. Great matches are one-on-one matches. I guess it's because the audience can really concentrate on the two of them unlike a 3-way or a 4-way where someone would be pinning someone while the other two take on each other outside the ring... Whatever happens, you'd be missing some sort of action. Someone might get pinned without you watching, and that's like, a tenth of the ticket fee down the drain.

This thing about Shawn and Cena...wasn't that exciting to begin with. Their match at Wrestlemania was way below Lashley's and Umaga's, and Undertaker's and Batista's. Cena taking on a smaller guy just isn't... well, adrenaline-rushing. Hey, I admire Shawn very much. Very very much. He's a sure Hall of Famer. His stint at Royal Rumble with the Undertaker was just so amazing. But Shawn with Cena... I don't know. If they did a feud with Shawn and the Undertaker, then that would get everyone on the edge of their seats.

Cena vs. RKO. Randy and Edge are like a bickering married couple. Who's the girl? I'm not sure yet. But I'm kind of leaning towards Randy for that part. Him screaming "Get out of here!" at Edge during his match with Shawn is so funny.

But that doesn't diminish the fact that Randy is just oh so hot and sexy and I live to marry him someday.

Still, I can't wait 'til Backlash. Expect RKO to betray each other yet again. I'm rooting for Undertaker to retain the championship. If I'm made to choose who'd hold the WWE championship, I'd want Randy or Shawn to have it. But I don't know. If Shawn is WWE champion, what'd happen when Triple H comes back? I love DX. They're a big part of why I'm watching WWE again. I don't want them to break up again. But I've got a feeling that that will happen soon. Maybe within the first half of this year... Whenever Triple H comes back.

Noooo. I've only just gotten my DX shirt!

AI Top 6

No, Sanjaya is not on it! Woohoo!

Okay, that sounds so mean, right? I'm sorry. It's not that I hate him. I actually like him as a person. He's a really really nice kid. I like his positive attitude, and he can actually sing. What irritated me most about him staying until the top 7 was that better singers were sent home when Sanjaya himself sung a much much worse song than them.

He did do a great job on Latin music week though. Kudos to him! He's only 17, there's so so much still ahead of him. And he's at the top 10! He'd be going with the tour. I doubt that he's be forgotten easily. He is indeed charismatic.

Still, that stupid website (that encourages people to vote for the undeserving) is so stupid. They have some points that is worth noting, but that doesn't justify what they're doing.

So far, I think the weakest singer is Phil, followed by Chris, then Blake. The girls are just magnificent! My guess is that Melinda and Jordin would end up as the Top 2. But I really admire Blake's ability to modernize things and find songs perfect for him. Of course, his beatboxing and smooth choreographies are pluses too.

Although I'm predicting that Chris would only go as far as the Top 5 (if he's lucky, the Top 4, but I might be wrong), I still think he's really really cute. He has really pretty eyes that can actually be sexy if he does that Constantine thing...





And Jordin just looked stunning during the performance and the results show. I absolutely love her make up at the results show. It was just light and natural, and it enhanced her real beauty more.



So, if you guys were tuned in really well yesterday, you would've seen this during Sanjaya's last song:

-just refresh the page to make it move again-

Aren't they adorable? I think Blake is really really sweet. Seeing him do that was just so... heartwarming (for the lack of a better word). Nakakakilig!!! This moment just looks so cute! Blakeisha!

Back Home and Straight to Summer Class

I just got home early yesterday morning (around 1:30AM) from a 5-day holiday at Hong Kong. So much fun, so much pain (there was a point where I couldn't walk properly because of so much walking!), and so much spent! Although I wasn't able to buy proper clothes because of my size, I was able to buy 6 t-shirts. Yup, I'm a t-shirt girl 'coz that's all that could fit me in HK. People are so skinny there! I kind of lost about 3lbs because of walking and not eating properly (we were saving our pocket money for later shopping). But I guess I gained all that back just in a day. Ah, curse my non-existent metabolism.

Anyway, everything is still a bit whirlwind for me. about 6 hours after getting back and only 2 hours of sleep, I was thrown back into school which I've only been away from for 2 weeks. Summer class. Economics and Literature, subjects that require understanding and brain-processing, things that my head can't handle yet. So I'm giving myself this week to float around and kind of catch up with the flow, arrange things, and just try to put myself in the summer class zone, if there is such a thing.

In short, this week is solely for procrastination. Haha.

On a brighter note, I've got a ton of Jack Skellington stuff now. Yippee!

I'll upload more stuff about the HK trip this weekend. There's a 15-minute video of the fireworks at Disneyland which is just magnificent I got teary-eyed! Okay, later later! I'll dedicate a long long post with pictures for that.

It's almost midnight now, I've got a ton of homework (which I'm not planning on doing) and a 7:30 class... I need sleep...

Dinggo Superstar

My Baby
2002-2007
Rest in Peace

I hope you're having a grand time up there in doggie heaven.

So... It's April. The tragedy begins.

Yeah, it took me another month to muster up the energy to post again. That's how lazy I am. Well, it's summer, it's hot,and I've only got another week of pure vacation time, so I'm using that as an excuse.

Anyway, a lot has happened in the past month.

First thing, I survived the final hell week and the finals week. There were a couple casualties though, and one of them was very very dear to me.

Let's see...

So after that weird semi-poetic (would you call it that? nah. but it's my blog so...yeah.) post I did, I went on for two more weeks of sheer torture and great relief to stressful moments. First, we finished up our ad interviews and the plans for the finals. We made the atmospherics and everything. I still got paint on my butt. The presentation was good, we got a 90! AND!!! We got second place so we're gonna be on the next issue of ADOBO magazine! Yey!

What else...

S.A. was nightmarish because we didn't have enough stuff to fill the 15 pages minimum. We kinda winged it at the last day, around 3 hours before the deadline. Adrenaline sure does bring out the best in us. Or the sloppiest. Whatever.

Bea and I finished Spanish. The fiesta was better than I expected. We had a blockmate who sang and sounded so marvelous; I was stunned. I knew he could sing but I can't believe he could sing that well!

So the first casualty faded away right after our Spanish exam. It was my last finals, and I was in the mood for a mini celebration (because the S.A. paper was still unfinished) after I handed in my test paper to Señor Prado. But when I searched my bad for my cellphone... poof! It's gone. Again. FOR THE THIRD DANG TIME! Seriously, I felt so shi**y I wanted to kill people. But I had to move on. It's vacation.

So now I'm living off Sun Cellular. Never thought I'd appreciate it this much.

So there, a couple more days in school for some document signing and emergency reason-generating (WHY do I want to minor in Lit? Er... Hang on... *invents something up*) and total bum-days start! Saturday afternoon, Sunday and Monday were filled with nothing but sleep, food, TV (while my remote control still existed) and even more sleep. 'Twas fun.

Until the next day.

I was up Monday night doing nothing. Or was I watching movies? Whatever. All I remember was that I was chatting on YM with a friend until the wee hours of the morning. So as expected, I was on shut down mode until around noon.

I was awoken by I don't know what. I closed my eyes again. It's only like, 10Am. Too early to get up. My mom burst through my door, and I was prepared to feign sleep. Then she blurted out, "Namatay na si Dinggo kaninang madaling araw." (Translation: Dinggo (my dog) died at dawn.)

I was like, what the hell? Am I still dreaming? Then I remembered that he was sent to the vet because he'd been throwing up blood yesterday morning. Poor little baby. It was shocking. I was shocked. I was motionless for about an hour just digesting that information. I knew he was sick, but we kept on sending him back to the vet 'cause he has this hacking cough but the vet kept on saying that there was nothing wrong with him. Stupid idiot.

So I charged toward the vet, ready to yell at him 'til he dies. But I couldn't do it. It isn't in my nature to confront people. Well, I really planned on doing it. But there was someone else in the room, and it was his house (I mean, his house is beside the clinic so his family is there) so I really didn't want to make a fool of myself. And my mom warned me that I might get arrested. So. I shut up.

And seeing my dear doggie's carcass stiff, with his leg protruding from that sack - yes, a sack! Damn that vet to hell! - just shut me up. I don't cry in public, I really don't. I didn't even cry on my grandparents' funeral. But that time, I really felt the tears welling up. I stopped them before they spilled over.

If only it wasn't a crime, I would've stuck that loser of a vet into that sack and kicked him 'til he drowned in his own pool of blood.

So there. Tragic weeks.

Well, it was the Holy Week. The last four days of the week was pretty fun and relaxing and oh so full of shrimp. I don't think they knew any other seafood. Shrimp shrimp and more shrimp. Different kinds of shrimp dishes. Bubba from Forrest Gump would've been proud of us.

As the last dregs of my vacation gets siphoned off to the sunset (or sunrise, whatever), well, okay. I don't know what to say. Ha ha. I just want to do major bumming around. It's my last summer vacation! Next year, I'd have to work. The year after that, I'd have to look for a real job! Sigh. This is the last one.

I don't wanna grow up yet!!!!!!!!!!!

Except maybe to marry Randy Orton. Did I mention that he's so awfully HOT??? Yeah... He was in my dreams last night... Don't worry, it's PG-13.