Just a Night

Tonight is just...tonight.

This afternoon, my brother and I went to 168 Mall. I was supposed to do my Christmas shopping (early, huh?) but ended up buying a ton of DVDs. Well, I had the money... and I didn't know what to get my friends...

What do you give someone who has everything?

But I had my eye on some cute bags there. Maybe they'll like those... And Spongebob stuff so... I'll go back there. Yeah, and I have to earn back what I wasted on DVDs. Hehehe. Bought 3 Linkin Park DVDs, so yeah, I don't know. I'll watch them some time this month.

My Internet Explorer is acting weird. The fonts are humongous.

So after we went home, we went to the hospital to see my grandmother. She looked peaceful, but not better. Please, pray for her with me.

I just fell asleep in the waiting area. I was so sleepy.

Then we went home, and my brother and I watched House of Wax (one of the DVDs we bought). It was.........okay. The only scary thing there was one part when Paris Hilton opened up the lamp and this freak guy who looked like Snape got a sudden close up. That was it. The other scenes were...ho-hum okay. The peeling skin exposing raw flesh was disgusting, though. There were lots of disgusting scenes.

We watched it while eating Jollibee. Kudos to 24-hour delivery!

So now, my brother had to go study. He has midterms tomorrow. I'm left with no one to talk worthless stuff about.

Would you believe, a couple of nights ago, we stayed up until 4 am categorizing people using the teams in the movie The Longest Yard? Boy, if you haven't seen that, you've missed 3/4 of your life! Go see it, or buy a DVD, to get what I'm talking about.

Still, it was a worthless but FUN conversation.

I love my brother for always decreasing my IQ when I talk to him.

So now, I'm bored. And sleepy. But more of bored. I opened up Princess Diaries Volume VI last night, and I got bored after a few pages. I guess I'm not in a royal mood right now. Heehee. That was lame. So I extracted my copy of HP and the HBP from my bedside cabinet. I've planned on rereading it when sembreak comes, and here sembreak is at last.

You always notice something new when rereading books, especially HP books. Now I noticed on page 2, the story was going on about the Muggle Prime Minister getting blamed for all the disasters happening around, which was obviously out of their control. There's this passage that caught my attention:

"Or that the government should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had caused so much damage to both people and property?"

Doesn't it sound like Hurricane Katrina? I mean, okay, I'm not implying or saying anything about JKR being psychic or whatever, that's just ridiculous. It's just a coincidence. But it's a really, well, freaky coincidence... Hurricane Katrina is a freak hurricane and destroyed people and property, right? And USA is a western country... And I also heard in the news that Bush got blamed for what happened, that he didn't do enough whatever to help or something...

Isn't it weird?

So now, I'm going back to rereading this. I'm gonna extract all the clues to Book 7 that I can.

Next, I'll be discussing about DREAMS...

P.S. I feel like I'm some sort of daily dose of reading for you guys... Haha!

HP-GoF GALORE!! (Cedric Cedric Cedric!)

Cedric and Harry with Rita Skeeter


Ced and Cho dancing at the Yule Ball (I wish I was her...!!!)


Cedric... *sigh*


My fave boys... Ron and Harry!!!


Why so glum?

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Sleep All Day

I slept all day today. Well, not really all day, but most of it.

I slept around 2 am, and woke up around 9 am 'coz I had to go... nature calls. :) And then I got to my computer for a few minutes, and went back to sleep again.

At 2pm, someone woke me up and told me to go have lunch. I ate a hotdog, then went back to sleep again. As of an hour ago, 5pm, I'm "officialy" awake. I wouldn't have, but my mom barged in my room and decided to sleep beside me. I can't sleep when there's some other person on my bed. And she started chattering about whatever. Chatter chatter chatter.

So I decided to wake up.

And then my dad came in and started talking with my mom. Fact: My mom talks REALLY LOUD. As in when she calls me up in the intercom from downstairs, I just have to open my door and I'd hear her loud and clear. No intercom needed.

So there. I decided to wake up. And then mom and dad went on talking, complaining about my room, that it's so dirty, etc. He even wanted my bean bag out of my room! ARGH! I mean, dude, this is my room not yours! I spend all of my time here and I'm fine with it, so why do you have to have the say which goes in and out of it?!

This is so annoying. I am so annoyed and irritated right now.

Maybe because i have to go back to that sh*thole of a hospital later. I mean, don't get me wrong. I really want my grandma to get well you know. I always pray for her. I want her to go home already because it's really boring in the hospital and there's NO TV!

But there's just something wrong with that place. I don't know what, but there's just something.

I can feel it.

And right now, my mom, still hogging the left half of my bed, is talking with someone on the phone. Really loud. As if the person she's talking to is in another continent.

And my dad is in front of my mirror/vanity closet. Whatever it's called. And he's waiting...waiting...waiting like a ghost in Halloween. Ok, that's lame, but whatever. He's waiting for me to get ready. To go to the hospital.

Please, save me from this life!

This is Me

I am 22% Idiot.

I am not annoying at all. In fact most people come to me for advice. Of course they annoy the hell out of me. But what can I do? I am smarter than most people.

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I am 40% Evil Genius.

I want to be evil. I do evil things. But given the opportunity, and a darn good reason I may turn to the good side. Besides I am probably a miserable evil genius.

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I am 29% Geek.

You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.

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Never Letting Go

What is a friend?

Is a friend just someone to talk to? Is s/he just someone you go with to party? To hang out with?

No, it's more than that. Much more. Much much more. Much much much more.

Seven years ago, I became a friend. And the year after that. And the year after that. And the next couple of years after that.

Until now.

Some "friends" take for granted the signature we usualy sign at the end of notes or cards or letters.

xoxo,

_______

Friends Forever!!!! *heart heart heart*

Maybe I did before, when they signed that at the end of their notes or letters or cards for me.

But I meant each and every signature I made to them.

Forever. For all eternity. No matter what. Until the Second Coming. If possible, even beyond that.

I thought being a friend was easy. I mean, you just have to be there everyday to see them, laugh at their jokes, hang out where they hang, say "It's ok" when they cry or just say nothing at all.

As each year passed, I learned my lessons the hard way. I got hurt. I cried. I learned how to care. I loved. Loved like we're of the same blood. One lash at them and I bleed.

I admit, I'm not the perfect friend. There were lots of times I wasn't there for them. Lots of times when I failed to support them.

But not once, NOT ONCE, did I turn away from them.

I've been left alone. It was hard but I managed. I protect. I'm like a bodyguard/chapperone. I was a "mom". I was a sister. I was a strict aunt. At one point, a self-righteous, close-minded, over-controlling *&^$$%*. I admit that.

Now, I let them free.

Free to get hurt and learn.

It hurts a lot. A whole lot. It pains me to set them free.

But I'm never letting go.

I learned to care. I don't want to care. But I do. And setting them free to get hurt... It's not easy.

Not easy at all.

It hurts like sh*t, but I have to. We're all adults now, time to make our own mistakes and learn from them.

I didn't want to grow up. Never did. Ok, maybe a little bit, but not this mush. I wanted to stay 17 forever.

We have to move on. The road is waiting for me. It even prepared special treats for me: quicksand that's impossible to come out of, mountains that reach heaven for me to climb, big boulders to move, warp to suck me in and spit me out to the other side where there's a huge dragon trained to spit fire and fry me in the count of 1.

I'm never letting go.

I've made a vow, a promise, and I've kept it for so long. And I won't break it.

No matter what.

Well...

Nothing.

I saw Armageddon (the movie) awhile ago... and I cried.

If someone were really brave like the character of Bruce Willis in that movie... then we'd be saved.

And I love the soundtracks: I don't wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith and Leaving on a jet plane by Chantal Kreviazuk. (not sure of the spelling of her name)

After that, I came across this thriller in Star Movies.

The guy who turned out to be the psycho was really cute.

He looked so neat and nice and preppy with his neat hair and eyeglasses.

I really dig guys who wear glasses...

Harry?

Hmm...

I still dig Cedric more. :)

Of course, not Dumbledore.

I wanna see the Corpse Bride.

Maybe later.

It's like Beetlejuice. I love that movie. Anybody seen Beetlejuice? It's a very Halloween-y movie.

I wanna see lots of movies.

But I have to save up for HP4 premier tickets.

The thing is...

There's this guy.

I texted him. We haven't seen each other in months. I saw him in a newspaper. I texted him.

Didn't think he would text back, but he did.

It started from like, 7pm.

Ended at 2am.

I didn't think he'd be awake 'til that hour.

He's such a nice guy.

Really nice.

And cute.

But still...

It's not him.

But I'm not refusing... ;)

Why is it that...

The one that you want

Isn't the one

That's there?

I miss him.

I miss him.

I miss him.

Despicable!!!

My Yahoo Messenger status message right now:
Sinusumpa ko na ang fil hanggang mag Second Coming

Translation:
I'm cursing Fil until the Second Coming

Today was the earliest exam time I had all week--> 7:30 am. I woke up early to brush up on some notes on fil which didn't really help. I got to school 10 minutes before the exam. I was happy. I rushed to K201 where they said the exam would take place. At the bottom of the stairway to K201, I met three of my blockmates. They were running; they looked harassed. I smiled and said hi. They asked me if I brought my fil book.

No, I didn't.

We need it.

Sh*t. C'mon let's go look for a photocopy machine.

Every photocopy station is still closed.

Lib.

Still closed. it opens at exactly 7:30.

We'll be late.

Better late than no copy of the story and flunk the test.

Ok, lib.

-run run run-

We met another two of our blockmates by the lib. They brought their books. Dang. The freakin' beadle (teacher assistant?) didn't tell all of us what were supposed to bring. My internet connection's broken down yesterday (that's why no new post!) so I didn't get to check my mail or see the Yahoo group. Lisa said there wasn't anything posted on the group. Dang. It's not our fault we didn't know we're supposed to bring the book. But as usual, this is college, everything is our fault now. If we get hit by a car because the driver is freakin' blind and drunk, it'll still be our fault.

So we waited right in front of the lib's doors, and barged right in when the guard flipped the sign from CLOSED to OPEN. We checked the ground floor. No one's at the photocopying center.

Upstairs!

Unluckily, I was wearing a pair of really loose pants. So I had to hold my pants up while running or it'll really fall off. So we got to the machine and had a million copies printed because a million of our blockmates didn't get the message that we're supposed to bring the freakin' book. That's not our fault. If it's only me, then, yeah, but there were a million of us so that meant that the friggin' beadle didn't do his job well.

Off we went to the exam building. It was a long run. I can't run fast. I can't run long distances. I tire easy. I mean, with the extra hundred pounds on me, how can I run as fast as the people with me who are half my weight? Nope, not my fault. This is because of the genes I inherited from my ancestors. Both my mom's and dad's families are well, big, so it's their fault.

With pants held high above my waist, I ran as fast as I could to the exam room.

So I got the exam booklet and the questionairre and the copy of the story. It was a dang long story. I spent an hour reading it. Wer've exhausted 15 minutes of the exam time with the photocopying, (not our fault we didn't know we're supposed to bring the book) so I had 45 minutes left to make an outline worth 20 pts and psychoanalyse the characters in the story and plan my essay carefully because neatness is worth 10 pts and of course, content worth 20 pts. A couple of paragraphs into the essay, the prof announces, "25 minutes left!"Just imagine how panicked I got. My outline still looked like sh*t, and my brain is so scattered I can't pull my thoughts together.

Time's up! Pass your papers.

I'm not done yet!

I'll just be upstairs. When your done, go up and give me your papers.

So again, with pants held high, we ran upstairs. I looked like a marathon runner on a relay race. I was running, clutching my pants, with my arm outstretched and calling after my prof.

This is the stupidest most despicable day in my whole life as a college student.

All because of fil.

Easiest Way to Get in the Guiness Book of World Records

My brother e-mailed me this poster.

Just read it to know what it's all about.

I'm planning to starve myself for the whole week next week so I'd be able to eat all the 400 dishes!

Hmm...maybe I should bring a Tupperware, you know, just in case I get hungry on my way home...

I mean, I'm gonna have to walk the 350 meters, right?!

KATAKAWAN!

Sinong gusto sumama sa akin? Kenken? Hihihihi!

The Hand

In the car, on the way to school awhile ago, I lay back on my seat and close my eyes. I've been solving Math problems sinec the night before, and the formulas running through my mind are making me dizzy.

So I close my eyes.

Then three sharp knocks startled me.

Knock-knock-knock.

They came from my window, where I saw an old man, grime sticking to his body, a hand held out for that spare coin I might have. But what caught my eye is his other hand.

He doesn't have one.

I closed my eyes again.

Yeah, you might think I'm such a cold-hearted piece of sh*t for snubbing that poor fellow.

Well, I'm not.

First thing: I forgot to bring any money. I was rushing to get to school that I didn't put the coins I took out last night back into my pocket.

Second thing: I can't stand looking at such a conditon. It breaks my heart.

He kept on knocking, but I ignored him. It was such a relief when the traffic lights finally gave way to us. In my mind, my plan was reinforced with even more certainty that I have to do it.

I have to HELP.

Sometimes, these beggars aren't really sympathetic figures. Well, the ones who carry their babies around traffic and exposing them to pollution and using them to get donations, they're the ones that don't need our sympathy. I mean, they're clearly abled people. They think poverty is their disability and that it's a perfect excuse for them to just thrust out their hand and money will come instantly from the soft-hearted suckers. They need to work to earn money.

So maybe some of you think that I'm being a cold-hearted b*tch here because I'm not in their situation. To be honest, if I'm in their situation, I won't know what to do. I can't imagine myself being like that. Maybe now you're thinking that it's easy for me to tell them to go get a job because I'm not in their situation, and that I can afford to blog about it so I probably don't need one right now.

Well, I know it's not easy to get a job, even if you've finished college. So how could they? Most of them didn't even got into high school, maybe have never gone to school ever. There are other jobs. Like applying as maids, janitors, or making rags and sampaguita garlands and stuff. At least, even though those jobs generate meager income, they won't be freeloading off of sympathy.

But seriously, even though I said those things above, I'm not a sympathy-proof heart. I hate seeing people suffer. I hate seeing people homeless, dragging their kids around the streets, sleeping on the sidewalk. I hate seeing outstretched hand at the other side of my car window. If only I could make something happen that all of these street nomads would have a home.

I'm supporting charities that aim to help these street people. But of course, my allowance can only provide so little. There's too much poverty in this country, let alone the whole world, for the few giving people that exist to be able to compensate.

Helloooo Cedric Diggory!

Ok, so I knew Cedric Diggory was supposed to be "handsome", that's why Cho's gaga over him.
But I NEVER thought he'd be this handsome.....................
This is his best pic I've ever seen.
YEY CEDRIC!
I'm a Hufflepuff.
I always get Hufflepuff in Sorting hat quizzes...
This just proves I'm a pushover...
Kidding!

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