And So Everything Led to This...

The baby is now a guy with a pony...and a babe with a hot body.

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!

Before the Lights Go Out

I still have so much to do. But right now, my mom's chattering is filling the air, I can't even hear myself think. It's the same old story, the same old rhyme. No, we can't change those anymore so...yeah. I just let her blabber on.

I really hate it when there's a blackout. Candle-light dinners are only for romantic events. Eating KFC with my family isn't romantic at all. Especially when I have to spend the night tossing and turning air-con-less.

I don't know why Sunday evening is the most depressing time in the week. It's even worse than Monday morning. Maybe because the image of Monday morning is looming just ahead. And I really hate Mondays. I don't know. Maybe it's just the peaceful time of the week when I can actually hear myself breathe and the solitude brings out the buried thoughts at the back of my head.

Argh.

Weekend Without Light

My start of the week is Monday, so Sunday is still a weekend for me. There's gonna be a black-out from 10pm tomorrow until Monday morning. It sucks 'coz I normally do my homework at night. Now I have to wake up early to finish everything I have to do. Ugh. I'm so not a morning person.

Stupid Short Story #3

One day, a sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophiliac, a zoophiliac, and a pyromaniac were talking in a psych ward.

sadist: I'm bored. Why don't we torture a cat?
zoophiliac: Yeah, we'll torture it and then f$@$ it!
murderer: We'll torture it, f@$# it, and then kill it!
necrophiliac: We'll torture it, f@#$ it, kill it, and then f@$3 it again!
pyromaniac: Yeah, then we'll burn the cat!



Then, everybody asked the masochist, "Why didn't you say anything?"

masochist: MEOW!

Crazy People

I just saw today's episode of AI6 awhile ago. It was...filled with psycho people. They were auditioning in New York.

Okay, I'm not saying that they're all crazy, but this episode is by far the craziest I've ever seen. There's this one girl who's a clairvoyant. She was singing (or moaning) Lady Marmalade. Seriously. She was moaning and groaning it like she's being f%$#d or something. Of course, the judges said no. Still, she believed she had a good voice.

HELLO?!

And there's this one girl, I can't remember her name but I remember that she had the word "gold" in her surname. So she went on and sang something. She was a billion per cent tuneless. Of course, the judges said no. Randy was shaking his head and Paula was laughing a bit. I mean, yeah, I understand the "gold" girl's indignation about their behavior. Even I, if I were in her place, would me mortified if they acted that way. It's a bit rude. But really, her singing - if you can call it that - was hilariously pathetic. And she admitted. She admitted that she's never sung before and that her friends make fun of her for being tone-deaf. Her exact words, I believe, were, "I'm not a singer."

And yet she went and auditioned for a singing competition!

It's just crazy. She was getting mad and upset because the judges said no to her. I mean, if you know that you can't sing for sh!t, why bother standing in line forever just to get turned down? She said that the judges can teach her to sing. Yeah. Hasn't she seen the show before?! I doubt that. I swear, go check out YouTube or Google Videos for a clip of her audition. She was such a psycho b!tch! Her voice was so shrill and annoying it almost made my ears bleed. I just couldn't get her point, why she bothered auditioning if she knew her voice was as wonderful as the croaking of a frog.

I mean, if she did that to like, prove a point or make a statement, you know, be anti-mainstream or something, then fine. I can understand that. That's what I thought she was doing at first. But then she just went mental. 'Twas lucky Simon wasn't there or else... I don't know. Maybe it'd be more exciting?

I was really excited to watch this audition part 'coz they're the funniest part of the show. But now, it's kind of become hard to watch 'coz the people get crazier and denser and worse and delusional. It used to be funny when someone really insists they could sing when they couldn't. But this year, it's like they've mutated into some sort of uber-defensive irritating things. It gets tiring.

Can't wait 'til Hollywood.

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. :)

Random Quote #4

"Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to hell, the devil himself would deliver you up to paradise."

-Paulo Coelho

Such a beautiful and inspiring passage...

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!

Ripperology

Ugh.

I am so filled with serial killer information right now, my head is throbbing. I hope I don't get creepy nightmares tonight.

I am proud of myself. Okay, I didn't get the whole lot done, but at least I've made headway in the research paper I'm supposed to submit a week and a half from today. Goodness. I hope it gets extended a couple more days. But that's alright. I have firmly resolved that I will dedicate Monday-Wednesday and Friday after class to do further research. And then Sat-Sun would be dedicated to writing the paper. I hope to be done by then.

I am sensing that a pair of glasses wouldn't be far from my need by the end of this semester. Goodness. I used to dream of wearing glasses. But I don't want to get to the point when I'd be like my mum. She's practically blind without them. I love to read and watch movies. I need my eyes to stay healthy as long as possible!

Maybe I have to get them checked during summer break.

I am beginning to squint when looking at something. Is that the start of eye defect?

Anyway, yesterday was a bit fun. The spending part wasn't. I'm trying to spend as little as possible. But after being deprived of Starbucks for several months led me to have a frap. At least I managed to stop myself from getting a butterscotch brownie with that. Don't need the extra pounds either.

We interviewed some people from the advertising business. It was pretty fun and very informative, maybe even a lot more help than our actual ad class. I kind of got excited with the future. Still, it's quite scary.

After that, we stopped by this fish feeding place. The fish that they have were called KOI. They look like goldfish, only bigger. They're this good luck fish for the Chinese. The first time I saw some that huge was in China. They were like, a foot long and about 4 inches in diameter. It's funny when you sprinkle fish food in their mini pond. One fish would realize there's food and it's go after it then the others would realize that one of their own has got food and they'd swarm to his direction and push each other out of the way just to get to the food. They're brutal. It's like fish wrestling. They cost so much too. The largest cost P150,000 each! I hope that fish is a hell of a good luck charm!

Okay, my eyes are droopy and I remembered that I've got this interview tomorrow that'd cut my between-class nap into half. Ugh. More fish stories next time.