Pare.

Dinekwat ko lang kay Belle (dinekwat lang rin niya sa kung kanino man na dumekwat sa totoong gumawa. Hehe.)

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Kasi pare ganito daw yun. may isa daw babae na hot daw pare. pero maputla siya kasi hindi
siya inalagaan ng nanay niya pare. tapos pare emo daw siya kasi nga daw hindi siya mahal ng mundo at para siyang patay na bata na galit sa mundo. tapos pare, lumipat daw siya ng tirahan kasi daw masyado daw siyang emo para sa luma niyang tirahan. sabi niya sa nanay niya "tangina mo nay gusto ko lumipat kay tay". tangina pare hindi nagalit nanay niya. sabi lang ng nanay niya "tangina mo pare wag ka magmura".

so lumipat siya sa tatay niya di ba? pagkarating niya dun sabi niya, "tangina erpat bakit maulan dito?" sabi ng erpat niya "gago "bur" months na! malamig na tangena". so nagtaka yung babaeng simula ngayon ay tatawagin na lang nating "babaeng maputla at emo".

so pumasok siya sa school di ba? binigyan siya ng truck ng tatay niya pare. sabi ng tatay niya "tangina mo sa'yo na tong truck ko". sabi niya "salamat tay".

pagkarating niyang school tsong, may nakita siyang lalaking mukhang bangkay pero pogi. sakto. pogi pero mukhang bangkay. sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "hot pare".

nung chem lab na ni babaeng maputla at emo, natagpuan niyang lab partner niya yung poging bangkay. so nung tinignan siya nung poging bangaky, ang asim ng mukha nito. mukhang nandiri ata kay babaeng maputla at emo.

sabi ni poging bangkay "tangina mo". sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "tangina KA". sabi ni poging bangkay "tangina NIYA oh *tumuro sa teacher nila*". sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "oo nga noh. TANGINA MO". sabi ni poging bangkay "tangina mo gago bampira ako". tapos naghubad siya ng damit at kumintab ang katawan niya kasi linagyan niya ng glitters ang abs niya kasi tigas siya at ganun na ang mga tigas ngayon na nagpupuntang emba.

so pare na in love si babaeng maputla at emo kay poging bangkay. si poging bangkay naman sige lang kasi sex din daw yun. so ayun. angshweet shweet nila.

"eow poh... ahihihihi"

"bebe mwahugz,..... ^^,"

so tapos nun nagpunta sila sa damuhan kasi.... alam mo na. tapos sabi ni poging bangkay "ikaw na buhay ko ngayon" sabi ni babaeng maputla at emo "tangina mo gago patay ka na". sabi ni poging bangkay "TANGINA KA".

tapos nagsex sila

so basically pare yun lang yung mga importanteng nangyari sa buong storya. intense noh? kaya pala nahhook lahat ng tao.

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Random Chat

I haven't used my MSN messenger in like... forever. I think I've uninstalled the one in my own computer a long time ago. And since my wonderfully flat monitor decided to take up smoking and smelling like a burning tire, it had to go to monitor rehab. So I've been stuck with borrowing my brother's computer for weeks now. And this one still has an MSN messenger which signs in automatically.

So awhile ago I've given up on tossing and turning and thought that a few rounds of Destruct-O-Match (I know, Neopets is silly, but that game is actually somewhat cathartic) would lull me to sleep finally (although this is contrary to the medical fact that using the computer before bed keeps one from sleeping because it makes the brain more active, etc. I don't know. My eyelids are actually getting heavier as I type this). So I logged on and started destroying virtual prehistoric bricks.

Then this IM popped up. Someone I don't know. Forgot to exit the MSN messenger. I was planning on ignoring it but then I had nothing else to do so I thought, why not? So normal procedures followed, then we ended up talking about poop. Literally. The person (I have no idea if it's a guy or a girl) said that he/she didn't go to school today because he/she has diarrhea and that he/she had an "accident" in the car with his/her aunt as a witness. I retorted with an anecdote about my brother and his pants. Let's just leave it at that. Lol. I have no idea how, but we spent half an hour discussing uncontrollable defecation and the necessity of diapers during sleep. And I actually had fun chatting with him/her.

This just proves how much I enjoy being brainless.

I guess this was a refreshing change from my perception of people who randomly IMs me in MSN. The topic choice was slightly inappropriate (but I guess people generally feel comfortable talking about gross stuff with strangers since they have no idea who they and hence cannot embarrass them with the story everytime they meet), but at least it wasn't pervy.

AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

My desktop computer won't turn on so I've been using this laptop for almost a week now. And then I nicked the long cable for the internet from my brother's laptop. He has a desktop so hey, why complain. I've been borrowing his computer for the past two months. I had the harder time.

Anyway, I've been downloading the latest episodes of my fave tv shows...for hours now. And I mean hours! Usually they only take at most 2 hours each episode. But now it's been...what, 5 hours? I have no idea if it's the laptop or it's the cable that has the problem.

Okay so right now one episode of Ghost Hunters has good speed. I need those tv shows to keep me occupied for four weeks! Lol. And of course, as the tv show supplier, it's my job. :)

I know this is a pretty worthless post.

I'm still thinking of a way to earn money this break. I really really need money. My pay is so small that my weekly allowance is bigger. And break=no allowance. I have to sell something. My friends and I were thinking of having a garage sale. I still have to ask the others though. I did scrounge up some clothes that I don't wear anymore. Next I'm gonna sort through my shoes. Not that I have a lot of shoes.

I'm thinking of making arts and crafts... I love making things out of paper. My tutee has a humongous origami book and I'd love to have one just like it. There are a lot of useful things in it like how to make those fancy gift boxes and stuff. It's just awesome. I do have a lot of paper to recycle here.

I'll post pics here later if ever I'm able to make something useful!

Which Hero Am I?

Which Hero Are You?

My Result: Isaac Mendez

What a work of art! Talented and insightful, you've got drive and vision to spare, even if you do have a few bad habits. While you may struggle to do the right thing from time to time, you always follow your instincts and try your hardest — and you usually succeed!

Take this test >

Ok, I was hoping to be Hiro because he's just the most adorable thing... But hey, Isaac's great too. I used to dream of being a painter... And I'm hoping to make my own comic book. I just subscribed to Archie! Yey!

Guys, In 3 Minutes We're Gonna Walk Outta Here...

That's what our beadle for Strategic Planning said awhile ago.

Yet again, our professor is late. Late late late late late. Well, I'm kinda thankful for that. I was extra-sleepy awhile ago so after having lunch, I laid down to take a short "nap", about 5-10 minutes. But then I woke up and it's 10 minutes before 12pm! My strat plan class starts at 12. Lol! So I summoned my "the Flash" powers and was on my way by 12.

I thought, hey, my prof's always late anyway, so when I get there, he probably just gotten in. I just hope that he doesn't give a quiz 'coz I haven't read even the title of Chapter 5. Or were we supposed to read Chapter 4?

Anyway, I got there, feeling nauseous and gas-y. I don't get car sick, but this was one of the rare times. Don't know why that is. Maybe I'm not used to moving so fast.

Luckily, I checked the announcements posted on the Com Studio door or else I would've rushed into an entirely different class. I don't need another embarrassing moment.

So, the class is in Com D. The door to Com D was open, but I wasn't hearing any teacher voice. Endless chatter issued from inside. Yes, he wasn't there yet. My Goldpyt buddies were just chatting animatedly. Too bad there wasn't any vacant chairs beside them so I had to confine myself in a chair beside the wall. I miss talking to those guys. Argh. Strat Plan is the only subject we have in common now.

It was almost quarter to 1PM but our prof still wasn't there. This was his all-time latest lateness. Then, our beadle called out, "Hey guys, in 3 minutes, we're gonna walk out of here." Yeah, we were all bored. A very very small part of me (that confirms that I did inherit at least a single nerd gene from my mum) wanted to stay and listen to lecture. Well, we've had about 5 total free cuts already and he's always late. I wanna learn how to strategic plan! And it was my only class for today. I didn't want my trip to school to be a waste.

I skimmed Chapter 4 a bit since I'm a loser and have no one to talk to. The only thing that stuck to me was that "Creative briefs do not need to be creative." That's about it. Then the countdown started.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

All at once, everyone got up and speed-walked out of the classroom. Not even the fire alarm nor earthquake alarm could have gotten us to walk that fast. All for the sake of free cut! (I tripped on a protruding metal thing on the ground when I was rushing out. Agh. Joyceekins was all prepared to catch me. What a brave brave girl. I <3 Joyceee! (^_^) )

I spend a total of about 25 minutes in school. Yep. Now I'm just waiting for my brother to get home. I thought he was arriving this morning!

Melting Away...

Wow, so I am seeing a trend here. Music blog!!! Haha.

Anyway, it's been a while since I last turned on my mp3 player. My mom dragged me along when she went to get her dentures fixed. That takes ages so I brought my music with me. So there I was, sitting on a green, beaten down couch, staring at the dentist's plaques. One was even signed by Ferdinand Marcos. I wasn't even born at his time.

I stuck my earphones into my ears and cranked up the volume. It's nice to not hear the world around me sometimes. I have my little alternate reality. I played the newest playlist in it, and found that I really missed the songs there. I was holding back the head-bobbing because there was this dude hanging around the door. I think he's the dentist's assistant or something. So I sat there, trying to look nonchalant, cramming my friends' inboxes with stupid jokes.

Then I heard this:
(wait for about 10 secs. the song starts then)

Tell me, tell me, what makes you think that you are invincible...
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure.
Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable...
Impossible...

I don't know why, but I just melted when I heard this song again. I'm not gonna go all sappy and cheesy right now so that's all I'm gonna say. It's just a really lovely song. That chorus part is amazing. I don't know what to say. It's like I'd want someone to say that to me, or me to say that to someone...

Just Chillin'

Ah, at last. Freedom. Okay, not really, but at least I got to nap for 3 hours (is that still called a nap?) awhie ago. I so needed it. I feel refreshed, yet still sleepy. I wanna get in about 8 hours tonight. There's still a load of research and freakin' reports and projects hanging in the horizon. But I don't wanna think about them now.

So, as you know... I will be wearing black tomorrow. Ha-ha. I will be bitter. If couples have the right to be all disgustingly lovey-dovey tomorrow to the extent that I'd seriously puke, I reserve the right to be bitter. Bitter like a bitter melon. Bitter.

I HATE VALENTINES' DAY.

There, that's a start.

Anyway, my mom and dad are on a date tonight, which is kind of a first in many years. I can't remember the last time they went out, just the two of them, for a romantic evening. They went to see the Cliff Richard concert at Araneta Coliseum. I have no idea who Mr. Richards is, but I herd he's supposed to be famous back in the...'70s or '80s.

I'm glad to see that my mom finally has a life. I mean, she did have friends: a group of moms she met at my former school. She met them when my brother was still in elementary. There were four of them, I think. They go out and eat about once a month, but then they had a falling out about two years ago so...it wasn't much fun for her. Then she found her high school friends a year ago and there, she has a life again. She goes out more often and it helps a lot with her recovery from depression and all. Just peachy.

So...yeah. I'm gonna drown myself with tv-watching now.

Tra-la-la-la-la!

Wala lang, masaya ako ngayon. Hee hee hee! Sa wakas tapos na rin ang hell week! Sa wakas! Thank you LORD! Although prospective hell week then next week (including wed), pero basta. Masaya ako. Wag nang kumontra.

Celadon Week na next week hay! Sa wakas andito na rin. Pero prospective tambak trabaho rin 'yon. Tulong tulong lang ganun. My gosh. Pero okay lang. Feeling masipag ako ngayon. Papasok nga ako hanggang Sunday para lang tumulong sa pagset-up ng mga tents. Parang kahit anong itapon mo sakin ngayon sige lang! Kaya ko 'yan! Haha!

Okay, kulang lang ako talaga sa tulog at kabangagan lang ang lahat ng ito.

Pero talaga feeling masipag ako ngayon. Ang feeling feeling ko talaga noh? Leche.

May kasama nanga akong mag-iitim sa Wednesday eh. Yahoo. Kung pwede nga all-black ako eh. Maghahanap pa ako ng itim na pantalon na kasya saken. Wala na yata huhuhu. Pero still. Balak ko nga gumawa ng t-shirt na I HATE VALENTINES eh. Gagawin ko 'yon. Pag may panahon ako. At kung sipagin ako, kasi nararamdaman ko nang nagfflush down na ang kasipagan ko... In a span of five minutes o diba...

Sige, kakain na ako! Woohoo! Kababuyan!

Hasta luego!

Buhay Pa Naman Ako...

Wala na, nagdeteriorate na ang brain functions ko. Kakatapos ko lang basahin ang pages 111-202 ng Sci10 book ko. Naka-tatlong highlighters na rin ako. Crisis na ako ngayon sa highlighter. Kekelanganin ko na ulit bisitahin ang National Bookstore sa SM Sta. Mesa ngayong linggo para sa pag-aaral ko sa SA. Isa sa mga ka-OC-han ko siguro yun. Mamamatay akong walang highlighter. Well, depende. Sa mga may mahahabang readings lang. Basta ayokong nag-hihighlight sa notebook. Weird lang. Medyo nassmudge rin ang tinta ng bolpen. Tapos tagos pa sa likod. Ewan. Pero depende siguro kung rainbow colors ang highlighters ko, mas okay. Gusto kong makulay ang notebook ko. May differentiation kung baga ng hierarchy ng kelangan tandaan.

Actually, parang kelangan ko muna ng dump ng memory ng history ngayon. Well, siguro nagawa ko na 'yon kaninang long test. Lahat ng naisulat ko sa papel, kung baga parang recycle bin ang blue book ko. Pero kelangan ko pa i-restore ang mga 'yon para sa finals (na hinohope kong di ko na kelangan kunin, pero base sa test ko kanina, malamang kelangan). ANg nakakafrustrate lang eh tatlong araw kong inaral ang history. Isang araw para sa pagrewrite ng notes, isang araw para sa partial na pagbasa ng readings (dahil nagbasa rin ako para sa research paper) at isang araw (as in kahapon) na todo seryoso sa pagbabasa at paghahighlight. Kulang nalang kainin ko ang mga notes ko para madigest ko ang mga 18th at 19th century theories. Basta lahat kasali ang Capitalism. Pero kaninang test, ayun, anu nga bang sinabi ni Voltaire? Sino ba si Daniel Hume (Daniel nga ba ang first name niya?) Alam kong nabasa ko ang mga pangalan nila, pero di ko talaga maalala kung ano bang ginawa nila. Leche. Sabi sayo hindi talaga umuubra ng advance study sa akin. Tingnan mo, lahat ng cinram ko, iyon ang mga naalala ko. Pero ang takot ko lang kasi hindi ko matapos basahin lahat. Kaya ngayon, hindi na ako mag-aadvance study. Mag-aadvance-advance study na ako. Para sa unang advance, iyon ang highlight period at pag-aayos ng notes. Sa susunod na advance, iyon na ang muling pagbabasa ng mga nahighlight na. Highlight-happy ako eh (parang trigger-happy, with a highlighter lang nga, kaya lagi akong na-kicrisis sa highlighter. Siguro dahil na rin sa pagbili ko ng mumurahing highlighter na dalawang gamitan lang ubos na. Stabilo Boss na sa susunod ang bibilhin ko.)

So heto, limang minuto nalang tapos na ang brain-dead break ko, balik nanaman ako sa nakakadepress na Sci10. Una, nakakadepress dahil hindi ko alam anong standing ko kasi parang kagaguhan lang ang kinalabasan ng unang longtest ko (dahil burn out na ako noon. Umupo ako kasama ni Dim sa may grass sa tapat ng Escaler habang nagchachant ng "Ayoko na...Ayoko na...Ayoko na..."). Eto natapos ko talaga basahin lahat at matatapos ko ang magulo kong notes by mga 2Am mamaya. Gisising ako ng maaga para basahin ulit ang mga na-highlight ko para di ko na makalimutan. Basta ang naaalala ko ngayon andun rin si John Locke. Pambihira 'yang taong iyan. Nasa SA na, nasa history pa, ngayon nasa Sci10 rin! Di na nakuntento na isa siya sa bida sa LOST eh noh.

Sige, lalamon na ako ng Dunkin' Donuts. Walang funds eh, can't afford ang Go Nuts. Pero masarap rin naman ang Dunkin'. Iyan ang orig dito eh.

Ay oo nga pala, nagpapasalamat ako kay GOD na biniyayaan niya ako ng magagandang serve kaninang volelyball. As in mga apat na straight serves iyon na matino. Ang weird. Hindi ko alam paano ko namaster ang art of tossing the ball for the serve. Dahil ba sa kaba o relaxation o kabangagan due to facts overload ng history? Ewan. Sana sa mismong finals ganon rin agn serve ko. Iyon nalang ang matinong nagagawa ko eh dahil pag nasa court ako wala na akong silbi. Pwedeng clown o tagapulot ng bola.

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!

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. :)

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!

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.

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.

I'm Getting Married!

To whom?

I don't know.

I caught this though:















Preferably to John Cena.

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

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

At least I'd have my cellphone...

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

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

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

I WILL marry John Cena someday though.

Lana the Damsel in Distress

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

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

Not with the show, no.

With Lana Lang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Celeb Look-alikes"

http://www.myheritage.com

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

http://www.myheritage.com

JoJo?!

http://www.myheritage.com

Okay, recap:

Out of the three tests I took, the top three celebs that I most look like (although I really don't...?!) are...

1. Christina Ricci
2. Katie Holmes
3. Kristin Kreuk

I just wish. Really, I wish. Except Christina Ricci... I don't have a humongous forehead.

Draw Play

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

Sounds easy, doesn't it?

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

Here's the link: DRAW PLAY

And the screencap:

My House

Click The Pic To View My House

Here's the personality interpretation of my drawing:

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

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

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

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

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