Heroes: Someone's Bound to Explode Next Week

*SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 22 AHEAD*...you've been warned!

I've just seen the second to the last episode of Heroes. Really, when is anybody gonna explode?! Ha ha. Just kidding. I'm just really really excited about the finale! This show is just too unpredictable to...predict. Lol!

Last week, it looked like Peter was about to go off. But it wasn't at that street with a lot of cars like the one in his dreams so I kind of figured he would be able to control it but I wasn't 100% because it might go the other way. But then he ended up managing his newly acquired power. Now poor Ted is dead, thanks to our dear ol' Sylar.

Sylar ratted out Ted to the police. That agent, the blonde woman whose name escapes me right now, the one who worked with Matt from the FBI before, was the one who caught Ted. She saw Claire and Peter with him but Peter turned invisible (with Claire) and got away. Great. Now they may be wanted too. I'm not sure if the FBI woman got a good look at them though. I noticed that Peter was wearing the same clothes he was wearing when he exploded in his dream...

But now Sylar has got Ted's power also, and he did show the desire to explode. So now it could be either of them. This is so not gonna help Hiro.

Talking about that adorable Japanese dude, I'm glad that his father already showed his true colors. It was hard for Hiro going about his mission thinking that his dad doesn't believe in him. Now Mr. Nakamura taught his son how to wield the sword properly. There was a story told about this Japanese hero who asked a dragon to teach him how to use the sword. He became really good, the best, I think. So one day the dragon went to the hero's house and asked for the princesses' heart. The hero took his sword and ripped his own heart with it saying, "All my love is here. Take it." So he died.

It was a pretty sad story, but what troubled me more was that Mr. Nakamura said something about Hiro making that story an example for him or something. And Hiro said that yeah, if I wanna save the world, I would have to be strong enough to give up my own heart. t fully reminded me about Future Hiro, the uptight and serious one who doesn't seem to have a heart anymore. I don't want him to be like that! But then Ando ran out somewhere to go after Sylar alone which will probably get him killed, and that would result to Hiro turning into Future Hiro. NO!!!!

I also noticed that all the "heroes" are all meeting and going with each other already like Matt Parker with Bennett and then Jessica and D.L.. Will the heroes start uniting now? Will Bennett pull the trigger? What?

I think the comics of Isaac Mendez is coming true, really. Hiro may be following it, some may not. But it really looks like it's coming true. Does it say that Sylar will explode? I think it does... I'm not sure. But what about the paintings and Peter's dream?

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! I can't wait another week! So many season finales this month! Smallville, SUpernatural, Ugly Betty, American Idol... I have to catch up with Lost and Desperate Housewives too in time for their finale. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Just let this summer class end!!!!!!

It's Sunday. Let Me Sleep.

First of all, Happy Mothers' Day to all your moms and all the mothers out there. Have a fun day.

So, I haven't slept yet. That's right. You can now imagine how humongous and dark my eyebags are. I look like a raccoon WITH a black eye. Imagine that. But anyway, since it's mommy's day, I decided to get out of bed and go with them to do whatever mom wants to do. I heard that it involves shopping, so yay for me! Dad said something about buying some clothes for summer... I don't get it. Summer only has 3 weeks left in it. But whatever. This is one of those very rare shopping moments, and I fully intend to take advantage of it. A couple of tops wouldn't hurt. I mean, nothing fits me anymore. Yes, I've eaten that much in the past two months.

Anyway, what occupies me this blisteringly hot time of the year? Well, besides summer class, or should I say, summer torture, I've found some great sites! Where you could earn money, that is. What, what were you thinking? Uh-huh.

So anyway, I really wanna save up because I wanna do something after graduation. True, that is still 2 years away. But I need all the time I could get.

What is it, you ask?

Well...

Okay, okay. I'll tell you.

You see, since two years ago, I've been wanting to do some volunteer work abroad. Not that we don't need volunteers here at home, we really do, but I just wanna do it abroad. Travel and help at the same time! I initially wanted to go to Africa and take care of the children there. I'm not going Angelina Jolie though and adopt all of the orphans there. Well, maybe if I've found my Brad by then I would... And if I've got as much money as she does. Which I doubt I would. Unless luck decides to take pity on me and make me win the lottery or something. So there. Then I found this great site: Global Volunteer Network. It offers volunteer work in a whole lot more other countries. I didn't know there were others that needed help. So now I'm torn between Africa and New Zealand. And Romania. I'd like to go there. Or South Dakota. Then after volunteering I could just drive all the way to Disneyland Florida! Woohoo! I know, it's all the way at the other side of the US, but I a girl can dream. The thing is, registration alone costs $350. That's like 16,500+ in Philippine Pesos. That's like, 4 months' allowance. 2 weeks of volunteering (I'm having NZ as example) costs $600. That's 28,314 - another 7 months' allowance. So we now have 11 months of allowance eaten up. I have to not spend anything for 11 months (which is impossible as I have to eat some time). I don't even know how much plane fare costs. I'd say, I need about $2500 all in all. Plane, fees, pocket cash. That's 117,975 php. Equivalent to 2 whole school years of allowance (I don't get allowance during summer, even now, when I'm suffering in school I don't get allowance. Argh. I'm on the verge of bankruptcy.) including birthday money and Christmas money and whatever money I get my hands on. I don't think it'll even be enough.

Thinking about it makes me depressed.

But anyway, I've found a few sites that I think can help me with my dilemma. (Click on the links to check them out)

1. MyLot - this is a discusion site. You post, you earn. Simple as that. Enjoyable too since you can talk about whatever you want. Just keep it nice and clean. People are really nice too. They pay through Paypal or E-gold.

2. SlashMySearch - this is a search engine. You search, you earn, and you give to charity too! It's that great. They pay in Paypal, E-gold, or checks.

3. TaketheInternetBack - this is one of those survey sites that mails you surveys and you just have to click a link to confirm it and then you earn. It's fairly easy and it's free to join so you won't lose anything. They pay through PayPal, E-gold and checks.

4. Hits4Pay - another one of those read emails to earn survey sites. Pretty much like TIB.

So there. That's what I've been up to recently. My favorite, of course, is MyLot and SlashMySearch. They're the most enjoyable ones!

Anyway, let's talk about TV. Heroes, most specifically. Who watches Heroes? Mmm-hmm. I see a lot of hands up. Isn't it great? It's just a really really amazing and exciting and unpredictable show. Keeps me on my toes all the time. And kind of hard to remember. The details, I mean. When summer classes are done, I'm gonna re-watch the whole season one. If they don't already kill Sylar by the last episode, that is. It's almost finale time, and I'm really really excited. What will Hiro do?!?! The poor little guy doesn't have a murderous bone in his body but the comic book is telling him that he has to be the one to kill Sylar! So what does that little girl have to do with this? I wonder when she'll come into action. Will Claire really leave for Paris? What if Peter explodes? And he will.

Speaking of those two... I know they're supposed to be uncle and niece in the show. But they just really really look cute together! Just don't mind the 12-year age gap. Here, take a look.




Aren't they adorable? Hollywood has pretty strange hook-ups after all. So why not them? In real life I mean. They seem to get along really well. But with me only two years older than Claire (Hayden Panatierre), Peter (Milo Ventimiglia) does seem really old. I mean, really old. He's 30. That's really old. But only because we're still in this age group. When we hit mid-twenties he'd be about just the right age. Ha ha!

And look how Peter Petrelli turned out. In the beginning, he is the most useless and pathetic character ever. Now I believe he has the coolest power! I think he's the most powerful of all. He can absorb powers without killing people. (Hiro's is the second coolest! Yatta! Lol!) I found out that he was also in Gilmore Girls, for quite a long time at that. Really, I have to watch Gilmore Girls now. All the cute guys are there. And Alexis Bledel is just beautiful and sweet. Really. I mean, does she look 25 to you? No. She can still pass for a high school freshman. I wish I looked that young! But Milo on the other hand, looked really weird before Heroes. Well, okay it wasn't that bad. But he looked so young when he was at Gilmore Girls! Check this out.


See? I think guys get better looking as they age. Okay, not all. Some. Most Hollywood guys. I mean, I saw McDreamy in this movie which title is unknown to me and he looked really young and frail. Look how he turned out now. Some guys just looks better when they hit 30. I wish all 30-year-old guys are like that. But alas, the normal people have beer bellies by then. But just look at Milo. I thought he was cute-ish before. Now I know it's a lot more than that. He's freakin' gorgeous!

I guess that's why they picked him to be the exploding one.

Anyway, it's WWE time! I wanna see the Undertaker and Batista hack on each other. Although the outcome of the match has already been spoiled for me, and it was a very disappointing one, still. It's a cage match! With Batista and the Undertaker!!!

Later!

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.

Stuff Outta My Extra-Stressed Head

My legs... I can't feel them.

My head...There's a drill attached to it.

Yo tengo estressante...

Words are running around pages after pages egging me to read on...but after a minute, they melt away into the white, black and gray of the day...not making sense anymore, or at all.

I want someone who will treat me like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world even though staring at Jack Black's butt is more pleasing than laying eyes on me.

Volleyball is a game...I don't see the point.

Is it better to have been loved and lost or never to have been loved at all?
Is it better to have felt the enormous joy and the crushing pain, or to be feeling this endless longing?
Is it better to have been filled and drained out, or to remain empty?
Is it easier to look back at the happy past, or to look forward to a happiness yet non-existent?
Is it easier to pretend, or to come out clean and risk losing him?
Is it easier to live knowing that he can never be yours, or just die to end the pain?

The worst feeling is after dreaming the sweetest dream, a dream that made all your dreams come true even for just a few moments in an unconscious world, believing for that mere moment that it is all real...and then hearing a far away ring, the ring that brings you back to the usual, your usual position, your normal state...distant from the only happiness you've ever known, one you've craved for for so long, the one that may be the only thing that completes you...

....and realize that you're thinking these disgustingly cheesy and embarrassing things.

Erase. Erase.

Sabado Nayt

Kahit sobrang pagod at bangag ako kahapon, dumiretso pa rin ako sa party nila Babs. I needed some "unwinding", but the wet floors splashing murky water into my flip-flops didn't really accomplish that goal.

Anyway, three weeks ago ko silang huling nakita, which wasn't that long compared to the last times, grabe, we didn't see each other for months at a time. I still miss 'em.

Sad to say, the party wasn't that great. We arrived at around 8:30pm (one of the first fifty people...maybe the only fifty people...what losers, right?) and there's just not many people. We guessed that maybe it's still too early so we hung around inside. It rained a bit, just a medium drizzle, so it felt damp. It was warm. I just sat there, actually, and took a couple of pics with my friends. The emcee was actually pitiable 'coz he was trying so hard (too hard, if you ask me) to get people to dance in front but nobody went. After maybe an hour of boredom, we all stuck ourselves into a car and went to Eastwood to find some food. Haha.

It was nice at the restaurant. Catching up, mostly. 'Twas relaxing. I showcased my special talent of watching so many TV shows. haha! I narrated what happened in the 2nd season of Supernatural, 3rd season of Lost, whatever...Haha.

I got home pretty early, around half past midnight. Got home before my brother did so that's considered early.

I really needed last night to break the monotony of the past two months...Papers, exams, projects... And I'm about to dive into those again after I post this. Ugh! It never ends!