Something to Talk About

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

Discuss what, you might ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Weekend! Hooray!

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

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

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

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

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

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

BATISTA!!!

Sleep Is GOOOOOD...

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

It sucks.

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

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

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

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

Sexy

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

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

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

So here's a pic..

Glorious.

So Far..

Ok, so far so good.

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

How will I ever pass that subject?

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

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

What do I do?!

Argh.

So.

Como es tu navidad?

Mi navidad es aburrido y mui malo.

Good enough? I hope so. Okay.

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

What am I supposed to do?

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

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

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

I'm just so so scared.

Looking Back On 2006

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

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

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

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

Okay, enough of that history.

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

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

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

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

That was a whole year ago.

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

What happened?

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

What will this new year bring?

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

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

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

Sigh.

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

Happy 2007!!!

I'm home!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I bought a whole box of donuts!

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

Goodness, what a bore, right?

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

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

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

I'm happy!

Yeah.

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

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.

Title Change

for Joyce.

Two down (okay, one and a half), a million more to go.

These readings just don't end.

And I have four days to finish them.

At least one line in them was true. I already know this stuff. Why give it a fancy name?

Because I don't know everything.

Yeah, I don't. But I don't want to. I DON'T CARE!!!!!!!!

I just want to have a merry little Christmas.

And yet I'd be stuck in an internet-free zone for a week finishing up two major papers and a book, and maybe a truck-load more readings.

Whoopdi-doo.