Friday, December 29, 2006

[33] New Year Revolutions

[33]

New Year Revolutions



More often, I love being Pinoy. The splendid thought of eating at dewy 12 midnight after a corny solid countdown is more than just tradition, it is life. The fireworks and horns that can knock you out to the emergency room are what we still not consider against any law on health and etiquette. Sipping coffee and tansfiguring your eyebags lager than Manny Pacquiao's overused fists as you stay awake and wait for greetings via SMS courtesy of clogged networks and shattered UnlimiTXT can paralyze you the next minute. The tumultous noise that can evolve into a rampage if given the worst chance osmosizes inot people's houses. JUBILATIONS, what good ways to celebrate the new year!


Too bad, the fun-and-games ends there.


The remaining 364 days become rmapant witnesses of man's crime. I have become desperate as I watch 24 Oras every dusk. Perhaps, my self-moronization and weariness can be easily smashed if ever the people I will mention will do their respective resolutions:

ACTING Pres. Gloria: "I promise not to order homicides to the leftists aka people who oppose me as I will gulp 3 capsules of Cherifer everyday."

Jay of Cueshe: "I promise to drown myself therefore not to appear for eternity."

De Venecia: "I promise to slam my head on the door of the House."

Cristy Fermin: "I pomise to cut my tongue though the wedged guillotine to save Filipino celebrities' reputations."

Manny Pacquiao: "I promising to stop boxing and instead, of course, to boxing my mother's nose."

My pamangkins: "We promise to feed ourselves to carnivorous Venus flytraps."

St. Paul College of Ilocos Sur: "We promise not to be liable of any forms of bloodsucking and kupitness."


Raul Gonzales:" I promise to shut up in the first place."



"A jubilating new year!"

Saturday, December 23, 2006

[32] Santa claus is an akyat bahay




[32]



Santa claus is an Akyat-bahay


Who of all people in my age do believe in the flabby huge white-bearded man in a frivolous red get-up?? I believed in Sta. Claus! That is, I BELIEVED, with a capital D, I believed that though not necessarily within a damp dusty mucky chimney, he dropped by our house gifts. I believed that Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer led the other bunch of his kind to drive the sleigh at Christmas eve defying all laws of gravity. I believed that Santa was the kindest of the kind. To the religious and devout, please do not be mistaken: this is not my Apostles's Creed!


As a sixteen year-old juvenile, I wish that until these bright-lighted ages of technology, that a common myth still would diffuse over my state during Christmas. We have no chimneys at home, but i knew that there was a real Santa, though physiologically with such waistline, it was all a joke against him. And as I matured, I had spanked all kinds of bedtime myths and believe me, it has become soooo boring. Giving gifts, alright has offered such delight but being in the atmosphere of an excited credulous brat is a treasure. Hear I go again, I just don't wanna grow old and up. People described me in HS as" a puerile boy who thinks he has no problems inlife, but in reality the only problem is he himself?" I have relinquished the thought of it now, and as I see my pamangkins rejoice as every night the christmas tree is lit up as if they just solved a homicidal Trigonometry question. I miss being a kid. I sound quirky, aint I?


I miss Carols. Carols are fantastic. You sing in front of people's houses where in fact, you are wailing, yowling, caterwauling. People deliberately give you money because they are practically on their way to self-deetruct of hearing your unrythmical rhythm. In my acquisition of a venearrated voice box, back in HS, I usually with Jc, Jep, Kat, Iris, etcetera carolled along Vigan and enjoyed the satisfaction of sheer p100 more or less each.


Waiting constantly til that second hand tic tacs on the number 12 along with fireworks outside, I remain awake to give worthy SMS replies to those who actually remember. This Christmas, i create an advisrory against chain text messages which only make no sense and build intrigues on the gullibly stupid. People. Please. Utang na Loob.

Christmas is not a 24-hour coverage; its countdown starts 100 days before[that's my bday1]. Its exaggerated. Embelished. But what can we do, we're Pinoys! Haven't you heard of TULOY NA TULOY PA RIN ANG PASKO??

Kahit na anong mangyari
ang pag-ibig sana ay maghari
sapat nang si Jesus ang kasam mo!
Tuloy na tuloy pa rin ang Pasko!







Happy Holidays!!!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

[31] The Oblation Rush

[31]

The Oblation Rush


Apparently, I didn't study in UP to get the chance of evolving into a humdrum nerd who will swim in the pool of numerical figures, historical events, and scientific terms. I studied here to have a taste of things new ro moi.

December 15. The Oblation Run. Or should I say, "The Much Awaited, Titillating, Galvanizing Parade of Masked Nude Frat Boys Especially For Innocent-looking Girls." NOTE: A couple of days before, I was sinking in the thought of Prof. Griplado's message, " Go there[oblation run], be part of tradition!" Like who graduates without having been in attendance of the event in his/her four years in Peyups, huh? Well, anyway I was there with a bunch of orgmates a quarter to 12. Exactly Twelve PM, or so I thought, the AS crowds began to shriek and scream as the 'runners' scampered holding roses fairly given to women near the 'running aisle'. I actually didn't see any 'thing' because I know how the 'thing' looks like already coz I have the 'thing' since birth. I just ended up bursting in laughter for my blockmate/orgmate a meter away from me was screeching, almost clamoring, "Wala akong makita, nakakainis! Ano ba yan! Puro buhok!" and everytime I remember her in that situation, O simply giggle.


Then it was over. As the hordes composed of both satisfied and unsatisfied people and the press retreated, Ephy just came and had seen nothing thanks to urban traffic in Commonwealth. He asked me playfully, "Ano? Nanood ka for comparison and contrarst?!" and we both laughed naughtily.


A rally against tution fee increease was expected after, and for the first time, I JOINED. I was with Shen and Steph, and I knew then that that day was gonna be more memorable than my first communion. Though the sun was blazing hot hot hot, the umbrella was the only hope we've got against sunburn, for Shen who must have been a sundial in her past life knew exactly where the ultraviolet rays of the sunwould shine unto. The protest was a unity! I don't know, I thought that rallies and protests were just some sorts of misusing one's larynx and getting skin cancer. But the moment I stepped in, though not with the shouting stuff, I realized that I was fighting once and for all.


Messing around occured when we took crazy pics in Quezon Hall.

The idea was that I was there, and I was part of history.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

[thirtieth] current events



[thirtieth]



**unedited. i'll plonk pics next time.

current events


That's right! I am a sore loser when it comes to CURRENT EVENTS. I got one-fifth of our quiz in Journ 100!


Anyway, here's the not so current events:


December 11

I went with my blockmates. Wena, Shen, Amae, Ela, Kea to SM North and ended up playing in the WORLD of FUN. We saw Jason, you know the PBB housemate whateverer, and had a photo with him. Yax! Hahaha

December 12

For the first time this semester, Ephy and I saw each other and it was , uhhh, surprising.

UP-MCO bears new breed of applicants. My blockmates Kea, Mix, and Wena joined too! Whopee!

December 13

Boredom day.

December 14

Last day of classes. Bowling again! My first two games were suicidal, scores of 69 and 71.

I hope to see Jek in Katips.

December 15

Christmas Partei in J100.

Oblation Run.

Lantern Parade.

Friday, December 08, 2006

[29] Hello Christmas Vacation

[29]


Hello Christmas Vacation




{this pic is from kuya bikoy's bikoy.net}

Yess. After barely six days, I'm gonna direct to the province. I know, i know, many are salivating for these students will be tearing calendars while crying and whinning ahead of academics, while I---ahem---get to spend it with pure pampering. Alas, I am gonna sleep, like I never slept in my entire life, and past lives. I was a cloud before, you know that, I float and float and gets floaten away!



I came across with TINIG ng PLARIDEL first issue, care of UP Mass Communication writers, and played along with my mind to join too. Apart form Kule, atleast this paper don't get too much outside beyond our building. I read AFTER 26, empowering an anonymous Journ student's feelings and thoughts bout what happened to She and Karen, members of affiliations which are leftist. Both kidnapped allegedly by the military. Yess, to who you call PRESIDENT is nothing more but a murderer! Script that on stone!


Miriam Defensor Santiago is a mascot of Marvin the Martian. She's not angry. She's irate.She's homicidal. She's suicidal. She's foaming in her mouth. She's hitting the roof! She spits in the face of Chief Justice Artemio Panganiban.

Miriam, miriam, miriam. Let me tell you: get an 8-hour sleep. It'll not frizz your hair.


OBLATION RUN in UP: Decembuh 15, 11.30. Run AFTER your lives ladies!!!


I was put under probationary status in UP-MCO. That's why I am giving it my all to attend respective activities.
had fun especially with Meg jiving with it.

Rummage Sale photos

[28] Jessica, like the Batanes Islands

[28]

**for Dec. 9





Jessica, like the Batanes Islands

NOTE: The person is actually not a corpse YET.


Name: Akanishi Jekjek
Nick': Jessica Isabel Sofia Dacanay Yupano Ho-Sotto-Rabang-Rialon
Address: currently living in a self-constructed shanty in the left nostril of Bakekang
Phone Number: 0906&*()##$^&
Sex: specify what kind, please [smirk smirk]
Affiliation/s: League of Superhuman Suckers [L.S.S.] headed by Barry
Mother: chaos
Father: sperm

Birthday: D-uh
Actor/s Actress/es: Jenifrances Talania--perfect picture of terrorism
Singer/s: Manny Pacquiao, Eddie Gil

Song/s: Barry's album
Eyes: i'm a cyclopes
Vital Statistics: not of any resemblance to that of Paris Hilton
Hair: dooooooomed
Motto in Life: I think I shall never see, a hair as lovely as mine.
Greatest Achievement: grow by a millimeter and a half








The REvolution....


she was a coconut husk


turned to a clownish feather duster


then a ran-after hunk!

now...she's just a ghost in the mirror.
Hehehe...



Evaluating...


Jessica, like Batanes, has hair that has survived any subforms of calamity ie typhoons/hurricanes. Her hair is a shield topped on her grey matter, protecting her friends from any mortar you would propel on them. Her hair symbolizes her personality: insane, grimacy, frenzy and crazy. Her hair engulfs her superior intelligence over me, though she's in LaSalle, bet you did not know that she is too good for any man with unspeakable brain size. Her hair is her crowning glory that, when she sits in the front rows of the movie seats, can hover over the entire mini-dome feeding on unhealthy yet expensive popcorn; meaning: she acquires just big amount of hair strands. Smile.






You can be gifted with the capacity to sing maiming hymns, dance wrathful ritual-like dances, read pornography-oriented glossy mags, criticize someone's hideousness.... and yet, she will just be standing beside you, giving you warmth.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!






Monday, December 04, 2006

[27] "that's HOT!"

[27]



Thanks to Mesdames Ada HoLiness

for the new layout!

"that's HOT!"


Barry Bulletin






1.It's a new layout fellow morons! Like it?? As if I care if you don't!



2.Aaarrgh.



3.Reming has left! Reming is such a lousy name. I propose Martinez de Zuniga. Nax. I learned that incopious name in my Kasaysayan1 Book worth a movie ticket and snacks [p300]. I am marooned in the house for 5 days with nothing to read but these textbooks that allows me to self-destruct anytime. Wah! I need help! Help in patriotizing unjust current events. I hate NEWS. Politics. Crime. Stupidity. Redundancy.


4.I'm planning ahead of my future. I wanna work under Philippine Star, Daily Inquirer, FHM [No Joke!], or any distinguished papers or mags.



5.My pamangkins must be destroyed before they further create havoc over my evil plans on them.

Friday, December 01, 2006

[26] meet YOUR president!

[26]


meet YOUR president!


I, Barry Cyrus Viloria, do hereby solemnly pledge to do my duties and responsibilities as the President of the Republic of the Philippines.


[cla clap clap]


The absurdity of the patheitc laws ie Republic Act Shit is a clue that our Freedom is not "True Freedom". My new LAWS will cover all shameful flaws imprinted on our butt cheeks by the past presidents. I therefore impose this ammendment of the current constitution whether those warfreakish and nasty politicians like it or not.


ARTICLE Oh-One
Identity


Section 01. Name of the Country. From now on, the Philippine Islands will now be known as "Aa", since it will be easier to pronounce and write ie the dimwits will find no isecurity in History classes and so will the mutes/ngongo's.


Section 02. Geography. All marine creatures and renowned swinners and/or divers will exercise their talents literally by allocating the entire archipelago south so we too, ca experience the fortune of drizzling snow.


ARTCILE Oh-Two
People


Section 01. Citizenship. All Filipinos from now on will be called Aans. All foreigners must be immediately punted out this country so as not to sink during high tides if the population incessantly increases.


Secton 02. Language. All Aans will mouth ONLY English and Filipino/tagalog.


Section 03. Dialect. ILOKANO will be in a copious sort for communication as I reject all native tongues especially the vexatious accents os the 'dung/'day regions.



ARTICLE Oh-Three
Regulations


Section 01. Outfit. Self-confessed and closet JOLOGS will be annihilated once they step out of their homes parading and showing off their hair-raising and nose-pinching sense of fashion. Raul Gonzales will head DOJ: Department of Jologs. If he will show any objection, I shall merit him with a death penalty with the ancient use of the guillotine.



Section 02. Crime. All forms of what we recognize as anti-ten-commandments will be in no question/.All Aans can do homicide, robbery, kidnapping-for-ransom, libel, graft and corruption, plagiarism, etcetera, etcetera. as long as they follow one certain rule: "Commit Crime and eat Ten Cockroaches," in a cause to decrease the incalculable population of criminals and such pests.


Section 03. Environment. Aans will adhere to Plant a tree first before hitting the showers" at least daily. Anyone with neuosus or schizophrenia would not dare refuse this decree and later, get declared as human forms of the Smokey Mountain.



To all these, thank you and clap for me.











these are my future cabinet members:
Nix
Department of Indifference
Ervin
Department of Tomatoculture
Kristal
Department of Potbellies
Maj
Department of Internal Affairs of Gossips
Mariefer
Department of Spiritual Affairs
Timang
Department of Mass Communication though

Incredible Vocal Range
Angeli
Department of Hair Straightening
Juni
Department of Exercise and Aerobics
Ralph
Department of Whitening Astringents

and Dermatology




Monday, November 27, 2006

[25] runaway

[25]

runaway



this is how i exactly feel right now. Constipated?! NO silly.





check this out...in which another momentum in my blog posting, I have adjusted my programmd-to-be-stupid vitals and be in a corny sentimental mode.



sooo, if you ain't interested, click the RED X button located at the upper left corner of the screen.



Here i go:



I am in the hunger of finding a new place for me to stay in my next painful semesters in UP. I am currently staying in my tita's in Marikina, and my tito, a high-strung unsympathetic uber-geezer, has recently showed his wrath, though not necessarily ov-vee-yus. He called me DON BARRY. Eek! Hey, watch it tito, you hurrrt mah feelingsss!



Hayyy, good thing many people would dare cheer me up. Thanks to you guys.
Jokko has been helping me to find a place along Katipunan. Why not dormitories inside UP?? Idiots. I'll neurocize if I am stuck up in a situation wherein I wake up in UP, and sleep in UP!



My Sundays have been preoccupied by schedules consisting of homeworks, sleeping, and evolving into a couch potato; realizing that i am a good-for-nothing post-Catholic school boy who formerly had masses almost weekly, and ended up in College as a born-again demon. Missed those days. Awwww. i missed being in the choir, although my platinum-gold combined voice has not been discovered YET! OOps, i broke the misery-oriented atmosphere.

I need a confession. No. Seriously.






P.S.


Congratulations to Juni who passed an audition of a group who requires a lot of confidence and pleasant voice, apparently singing.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

[24] Let me start it: FUHK YAO!

[24]


[this rotten pic is strictly dedicated to Ada]


Let me start it: FUHK YAO!



November 19.
WBC matches.
Sino ang Tatapos?
Pacquaio versus Morales.
Philippines and Mehiko.
Boring day.
No one's texting me!
Are they all watching 'it'?
God, I must hibernate.
No, I'll watch.
Is 'he' worth watching?
O great, it's a late broadcast.
Stupid ABS-CBN.
Morons.
Viloria loses.
Awwww.
Who's next?
Unfamiliar.
Omar Nino and what?
Ugh, never mind.
Finally...
Sarah Geronimo??!
Pure shame.
Uncharismatic.
Rey Mysterio!!
He's a Mexican pala.
My phone beeps.
Blockmate Mica says, "Pacquiao won, 3rd round!"
Spoiler, I thought.
I write a message.
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Seen-In-TV-Commercials won!"
Several receivers reply, YEY!
Schoolmate Ephy replies, SPOILER!
I laugh.
Ang laughed.
Then I glued myself on the TV again.
Oh, Morales is a duck.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Seen-In-TV-Commercials's hot air conributes to the greenhouse effect!
If this was a Mr. Pogi finals, I doubt if he will ever catch up in the elimination.
Gring, gring, gring!!!
This is a damn sport.
A street sport.
Fundamentally learned along the street e.g when you meet filthy frat boys.
I noticed that the VIP sectioned spectators were dressed formally, ready for their funeral rites, probably businessmen.
Shit!
Morales outbalances.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Seen-In-TV-Commercials wins!
He bares his gums.
Everybody, almost--I mean, rejoices.
Ada is about to self-destruct, I knew it.


November 20.
24 ORAS.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Seen-In-TV-Commercials reigns the primetime program.
Lala Roque must be locked up in a wireless elevator in her entire life, I foretold.
His mother is a female dog.


Monday, November 20, 2006

[23] Don't ever glare.


[23]


Don't ever glare.




WARNING: The following movie I'll relate to should not be viewed by any homo sapien with an intelligence quotient of more than 50. If the fools go watch it, e.g US, proceed to planB: hang us in the bridge!



WAGKANGLILINGON comprises two stories that can either humiliate the stars and the producer AND the director, themselves in the premiere night or say, "Wake me up when it comes to the credits, will ya?": Uyahi--Anne Curtis's story and Salamin--Kristine's.

The first is actually about a well-groomed nurse, Melissa {Curtis] who seemed to be gratuitiously haunted by every gruesome zombie found in the hospital where she serves. It came up to the staff innumerable reports of held patients-turned-corpses; alarmed, Curtis portrays an innoucous routine with the fact that SHE is the murderer. There weren't supporting clues, so...there was no story at all!



The second narrates a family of three: the mother [Cherry Pie Picache], and 2 daughters[Kristine and a 7-year-old girl]; they altogether rent a mansion usually not of any resemblance to the houses in Beverly Hills. This one is creepy, housed by termites, rats, roaches, worms [don't upchuck yet people!]...and most of all, some 'hindi matahimik na kaluluwa!' The latter continuously become rude to their 'visitors' including psychic friend, Trixie [Dimples Romana].



On the contrary, the landlord morphs into a hideous, but still human, being and tries to savagely homicide the trio. Everybody gets blood all over, unlikably used for your lechong baboy, except the bunso, Nina. She gets a smash in the head abstractly and transmogrifies to the first part's Melissa. Ooh, there's actually a connection. Never thought. Never realized. We laughed. And laughed. And concluded, this is pure comedy.


Though, the viewers who come out from the moviehouses who almost swallow the microphone, while exhibiting their popcorn-embedded teeth, screaming the following should be terminated the first chance you get. **The opposite phrases should be shouted in full magnitude in their eardrums.


"Nakakatakot!" Sino, ikaw??
"panonoorin ko ulit!" Cge, maglustay ka ng pera!
"Ang galing ni Kristine!" Galing magpatawa!
"Isa pa! Isa Pa" Sapak, gusto mo?!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

[22] Petiteness


[22]
Petiteness

Happy birthday to Margaret Agnes Pe benito!!!





a dear friend of mine.



eeuw, i used the term 'dear'. I know it's corny, but that's love. Love is corny. Ooop, people, walang malisya!



Eeek! she's older than me. Haha. Though, she looks prettily petite. Visit her blog and tag her your greetings:

http://www.orenjeen.blogspot.com

[21] AUDITION LETTER FOR SURVIVOR SEASON whenever

[21]


AUDITION LETTER FOR SURVIVOR SEASON whenever


November 17, 2006

To the staff of Survivor whenever,



Congratulate yourselves for you have finally found that 'someone' who is from a breed of real Survivors!

Yesss, it is I, Barry Cyrus Viloria, 16, Filipino aka Pinoy, known for having experienced any kind of perpetual yet inevitable crisis. At this point in my life, I have been immunized to any kind of arduous tasks and all types, even subtypes, of shortages from post-calamities like typhoons.


At least today, I am the opposite of my childhood days, wherein I was a self-confessed "senorito" who had a yaya present in my shadow. Eventually, I had vast encounters that of a trabahador/worker: I carry numerable books and notebooks in my grade school; I did some relaying over of dried goods e.g missionary offerings back in my C.O.Q.C. "my-god-when-will-this-end?!" training, imposing severe military drills most were actually physical, and infuriated, under the Seniors, who if not with it, I never had known that they exist; I made it through ten years in a Catholic school, reigned by nuns, that talks money, not fairness...and now, I'm in the metropolis, exposed to diverse kinds of pollution and filth. Here in University of the Philippines, I seem to be strong amidst the liberated way of life. Thanks to all of those, for I am now a declared Survivor!!!


And what now?! Won't you just accept me? Plot it on any part of this world, except of course of those with cold climates. I can handle it. I have been bathing in sweat , most of the time in my country. Eek! Bet you didn't know that I can cook rice, and above that, I experiment! So there, I am pleading that you reply to my call.



Crying in despair,
VILORIA, Barry Cyrus R.


PS:

I need the 1million dollars to eradicate tremendous house rats. Eek!

Monday, November 13, 2006

[twentieth] TXT me with this number: 091 something.


[twentieth]







TXT me with this number: 091 something.



Horror flicks are commonly composed of ten unelaborated concepts: one is mystery, two is "shit-turn-that-TV-off!" or "fuck-hide-me-in-your-boobs!", and the other eight are gathered into hiding below the movie seats. I've watched The Ring series and some chaotic others with me laughing out loud, or just palinly sitting on the couch with perplexed reasons: (1) I don't get the storyline [Huh? So 'The Ring' refers to the 'telephone ring'?], (2) I was deaftening{i don' know the spelling} out thanks to Katrina's or Iris' shrieks, (3) I was playing Pusoy Dos with Jokko, Ervin, Marky, etcetera, or merely texting, (4) I was sleepy [Sukob?? Ugh, so the suspect is a taong-grasa?!] or usually, (5) I was wondering, "how stupid can it be?" [Exorcism, eh? Why don't they just exorcise the director?!]




I think that the last Pinoy movie I last saw was Spirits 2, featuring the Street Boys. Its not propely appropriate to plonk dancers; why not singers?? When they scream, they echo no noise, but a....vibratto!



Anyway, Nix was in deep despair about seeing this movie, TXT, starring Oyo Sotto [Vittorio Sotto Jr.], Dennis Trillo [Dennis Ho] and oh-my-gad-oh-gracious Angel Locsin [Angelica Colmenares]. I did a research, now I remember Ma'am Raboy! Angel is divine: I like her eyes, hair, and figure; of course, her name which sounded like food: squid as the constituent/calamares! Anyway, Nix was comically delirious that I jumped in and decided to see it too in JTC, costing me sixty bucks, Not bad.




TXT is a masterpiece of newcomer, Michael Tuviera. Masterpiece it was for the storyline is infallibly unique. First of all, he considered the concept of the Philippines being the undisputed number one cellphone subscriber. It begins with Roman's[Sotto] morgue scene, with Joyce, the 'widowed' girlfriend[My Angel] and the parents, named Versoza's, weeping around him. Joyce was blamed ferociously by Mrs. Versoza[Bing Loyzaga], the aforescene: the first was driving Roman's SUV the night they broke up; Roman got drunk and depressed that he made some black magic between them by having a familiar bloodcompact, Joyce being forced of course, the blood dripped on baldie's cellphone and there, the ACCIDENT. Roman DEAD.




Joyce's recovery was hastened thanks to her friends: Ida[Julia Clarete] her fellow caregiver and especially, Alex [Trillo] a call ceneter agent. She got some freaky SMS and MMS which embedded really hair-raisingly chills. The spell slash curse was literal: Roman is lurking in Joyce's shadow so anyone who says or does something against him will be put on some bizarre death. Namely, Eugene Domingo[a carinderia owner], an old lady who Joyce was taking care of, and Ida were victims: they get a phone call at exactly 3:29 AM and then, craze out, then TADAAAH, patay sila. The one with the most 'whoa' was ...basta, just watch it. To conclude, Joyce was mutual with Alex's luuuuv, as expected, ugh, Dennis is getting me jealous, Angel's mine! hahaha, Anyway, I loved your love team. Eeeek!




The ending is, to my horror the worst ending, next to Matrix Revolutions, I have seen in my entire life! After the awaited kissing scene between Joyce and Alex, for they surpassed the 3:29 forecasted death, Roman possed the body of Alex. Did I spoil you, coz it's still being shown, i think.




PS: I bought Twisted6 featuring ever little thing that Zafra hated about Erap, the deposed president. Too Serious. Almost a crap.




Hey, forgive me, you BOTHER, for I have sinned: last Friday, I was about to pay for the gulaman in CASAA. I gave the sales-whateverer p500. She returned it and said, "barya lang"; to my patience, I gave her coins! SOooo..as her hand cannot contain of it, one nickel fell in the gulaman bowl, as i said, OOPS! She stared at me as if I killed her dog, the I ran away! Kasalanan niyo po iyon!






Sunday, November 05, 2006

[19] I am soooo happy that I am back in Manila.

[19]


I am soooo happy that I am back in Manila.
Fuck.
Nicotine.
Pollution.

Crime.
Threats.
Cheats.
Stress.
Exhausts.

Pamangkins.

Well, anyway I'm back guys in the tormented and crazed hobby of mine: not sleeping, nor eating, nor smiling, blogging, Yes, definitely, I owe my viewers , if there were, a great apology for

a late update. Peace.

Just bought TWISTED 7 by Jessica Zafra, her weirdness majesty, and finished reading it long before I spend my entire November here. Aargh. I need a new book again.


I spent my vacation with sleeping, ohh yeah, and of course, walay-ing with my friends: SPCIS Intramurals, Octoberfest, Halloween, All Saints' Day, All Souls' Day, etcetera, etcetera.

Intrams: No booths, infuriating Bingo Socials, non-innovation but the Dancefest...oh, the intramurals was sure packed with jillions of the word FUN that I even forgot to lend a smile.

Octoberfest: drinking? I drank Iced Tea with Jokko and Carl. smoking? I smoked oxygen. partying? yeah, a sequenced sleepover in Jokko's residence. with my barkada.

Halloween [is this the correct spelling? What does this term really mean anyway?]: We slept in Ivan's after playing card games [rubbing on the loser's face clammy Johnson's baby powder], watching movies, immensely watching our eyebags swell like tremendous boils, not to mention a Halloween party in where I borught my all-time Grim reaper mask and Paul's all-around face. Hihihi. with my barkada.

All Saints': visiting the dead. of course.

All Souls': with Bevs, we bought an unauthentic highly-priced baby balloon in the Vigan Cemetery and later hanged-out with Nix, Joshua, Elie and Ada.

Pusoy Dos, High Jack: Playing an illiterate way of these basic card games with little variations, transforming the phrases to rather unwholesome ones, with Joana, Nix, Tin, Kat, ate Janina.

I've been in a major diappontment in my grades, revelaed by Ephy:

PE BAdminton: 3. I think I shall never see a grade as lovely as this.

Creative Writing: 3. That moron!

Kasaysayan2: 2. Pretty.

Marine Science1: 1.75. Okay.

Natural Science2: 2.25. Whew.

Geography1: 1.25. Smirk.

Average: 2.05. See you soon, 2nd semester grades!

Saturday, October 28, 2006

[18] ...Continuation, of course

[18]

[dated October 28, 06 dapat toh]


...Continuation, of course

supposedly this is [17.5] since i had unintentionally cut my last post because, my head was about to neurocize and later self-destruct.

anyway, i'm here at jokko's house for a SLEEPLESS sleep-over after them nicotine-atmsophered, drunken people surrounded, San Mig Light plus Iced Tea combined ill-smelled October-Fest, nibbling my last days of the prolonged and awaited semestral break that i could almost be in a soap opera, MOI as the star, starlet, director, producer, production assistant, crew, whateverers[huh?],, entitled "Why is Barry experiencing this some kind of weird feeling, thanks to boredom and all, that he is on the climax being sane that he talks even to inanimate objects like the wall?"

Ugh. Forget it. I am so out of my self again.

errr, these are continuation of the reasons, darlings and unlikably darling-lookings, why it's worth living in the Philippine archipelago:


9. the rain! you know how much i hate that precipitation-condensation- evaporation cycle!


10. The drivers, dirtily referred to as tsupers ask for a high pamasahe, the fact that you were born and raised here with proper fortune and luck [tell me about it], they think of you as a pesky grade schooler who does not watch the news and does notread the papers, and most of the time, who does not know how to punch someone's nose, and eventually you turn out to be in an inevitable conflict with him.

11. There are VERY little sidewalks, period. I like sidewalks. It speaks of freedom, without necessarily speaking, d-uh. They look relevantly and neatly clean and green.

12. We have this unique disease, rather a very acute one, which is rather unfortunate to men aged 20's to 30's, called BANGUNGOT! It has been prefferd to as a nightmare, but accordingly, it has no English term synonym. No cure. No medicine. Just sleep, and gradually sleep forever.

13. We believe in too much superstitions, that most of the time, we forget that we are humans, we are homo sapiens, we are definitely normal, and don't evolve into something that flies at night cut from torso to head flaaping with bat-like wings, with hair in wild disarray.

14. Many are so jologs. I prefer those who goes out in their casual or home wear, than those who has dressed much that they could replace the seasonal rainbow, or attend some intermission numbers in some famous fiestas.

15. Many are bobo in Math. That fatefully included my case. Hey, don't blame me! I consider it innate! At least, I'm good at... I'm tired now.

16. We have this feeling that Filipinos are exclusively "conservative". Wake up, mahn. This is the new world. Didn't you know that airplanes fly?! And there exist computers, fool?!

17. We kill. That's our primary goal in life. We kill ourselves in order to survive.
Ironic?
Think again .


You perceive that I am biased?
Well, sometime I will be tackling about the real REASONS!


Tuesday, October 24, 2006

[17] Seventeen reasons why it is worth living in a place called Philippines

[17]

NOTE: "17" is my favorite number. The reasonable reason? It's the length of my ******---well, what else do you think besides that this is my birthday [as in the day, stupid]...sooo, this blog, i think, would have the most oomph amongst all other entries i had.

Seventeen reasons why it is worth living in a place called Philippines:
*an essay of a true-blue nationalistic patriotic country-loving-and-dedicated Filipino*

1.You live in a country with no first-rate trademark of its own. The Banaue Rice Terraces won't count, they have more zenith of that in other Asian lands outta Pinas. The diversity of almost all races for sure ousters us. Come on, loser, we have Chinese, Spanish, Japanese, Indian [eew,sorry, i am not really a boastful racist but hey, i get physically and soulfully allergic when i get close to them, not even a foot nearer], America [d-uh!], European, and other homo sapien blood with melanines either have amount so little or high. There exist no Filipino type, I repeat, we are a mixture of Indonesian and Malaysian homozygous dominant genes. We ain't got uniqueness & originality, except for other things like having a calesa.

2.The tiring war in our government is the greatest crisis next to having been flushed in the toilet bowl by your own monthly-salaried Bisayan maid.

3.Have i mentioned Pollution? In the rural, it doesn't appeal...so a little advice to the serenity-oriented people living there, "Fart all you want"

4.Our Christmas is the open season for the proseperous. Your cellphone get snatched in the populous SM North Edsa... you encounter a grave hold-upping in the dim lights of lampposts on the Katipunan sidewalks... you get swindled by people who regard you as a fool and max out all your bank account in an instant[in which case, you may accept that you are really a fool]

5.You have a free-of-charge sun tan. Yess people, you just sneak in your neighbour's house which is a quadruple of meters away form your home, and TADAAA, you're now in a perfect skin color!

6.You have a country almost populated by preposterous Christians, where in fact, most of them, are practicing the conceited and arrogant mood of discrimation on your status in life.And you just can't help but throw them a little something at them [a mace or a hammer will do].

7.Huh! What else?? BORACAY---the premiere tourist-spot of the Philippines coinciding with a grubby title of "a secluded dumpsite
"

8.You live with people who are illiterate, and as time inevitably goes by, they become the opposite. That is what they call the Law of
Poverty-strikes-in-the-same-person-a-million-times
-causing-him-to-forget-simple-math-and-english!
This is a written scientific law, by Isaac Newton and Madam Auring. Hail thee!


---i am typing this so hard i could almost implode---


*TO BE CONTINUED

Sunday, October 22, 2006

[16] recently

[16]

recently

recently...i've just realized that tricycle fee in Vigan came to a worthless increased hike.
recently... i've had reunions with my classmates and friends and 'kadas and some other Paulinian whatevers who i generalized, have been undergoing the gap of slimming down.
recently... i've seen beverly regretting for having an indecent relationship, if you call it, with a filthy frat boy who regard her as a bitchy slut, which we all object for.
recently... i've noticed Juni's humongous figure more humongous than the ever humongous kathie.
recently... i've been in our ever-corrupt uncool school with penguin-shaped madres, who I thank God for not seeing them.
recently... i've missed Ma'am Roque, you know...the Tuguegarao-an chemistry teacher whose class we declare as either sleeping session or clinic time, not to mention cheating moments.
recently... i've had at least 12 hours of comfy and tame sleep.
recently... i've heard that sunshine ad ervin belonged to infamous fraternity groups. honestly, i was bedazzled about ervin's case. he doesn't seem to act like a frat guy, therefore degrading the "fear-level" of those punky groups.
recently... i've been commented about being thinner than before. hmp!
recently... i've missed the people behind my stay in Ilocos, even the abusive trike drivers.
recently... i've praised Ralph for hus whitened.... finger nails.
recently... i've recommended to rhea to have lukewarm water to wash her face. you know, hers has been missiled with acnes. argh.
recently... i've been watching frequently the variety show who has never heard of CHANGE---it's Eat Bulaga. Though, i find them amusing.
recently... i've been wanting to watch TXT coz angel locsin is there. I love her chinky eyes.
recently... i've been hanging out with my walay princess---Iris Buguina [oops, CHAN na sia ngaun]
recently... i've been haviing fun with my boy barkada especially when I spend sleepless sleep-over with them.
recently... i've been missing my classmates in liberated UP.
recently... i've seen my other girl-next-door crushes who are Ilokanas.
recently... i've been yawning--symptom of the sickess, boredomnixia. Walay-ing is the recommended medicine.
recently... i've been with Jep and Kat [wala lang]
recently... i've just known that the incredible smell of malodorous horseshit is worth coming back home.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

[15] be gone in vigan

[15]

be gone in vigan

MISSION: to be gone in vigan. i had my luggage almost bulky, that my things[clothes, undies, book] inside it, if they were alive, could almost not breath. My cousin drove me to Bayan[Marikina]...then i rode a jeep to Cubao...next, to Espana... finally hire a pedicab to Eldon's place. In case you haven't known, I was to go to him, with Carl, for we will ride altogether Partas in Sampaloc. My solo tripgave me the high cost of p64.00, meanwhile Carl who was from Timog[lang] rode a Taxi and had p100 drilling him. Anyway, when we were in the bus going home, sinolo namin ang bus. haha, actually, we slept near the rear. I blindfolded my eyes for the kondoktor won't close the god-damn lights. And i looked like a drunken ninja, for the hanky would fall on my nose.

At least I'm tooooooooooooooootally away from my pesky pamangkins, the filthy air, not to mention the filthy urban people, the vast night sky only showcasing airplanes but not stars, my high-strung uncle, arduous academics, the unrhythmed howls of the barkers, Jorj--our unbathed dog, etcetera, etcetera...

watch out people, i'll be posting "Uglywood"...what is it, about?



guess

Thursday, October 12, 2006

[14] Drop the eavesdropping

[14]

Drop the eavesdropping

Riding in a jeepney is so much fun, especially when you're in the Metro. This was my first time to ride one when travelling to UP; I usually ride on FX's; but in going home, I ride on the jeepney.I seated in between a middle-aged driver and some old man on my right. The 'tsuper' looked like a gruesome dragon, with or without his cigarette smoking. You know I can't hold my breath for 45 minutes for the nicotine smog continually clouded in my nose and in my migraine. He was busily making 'chika' with some decaying friend of his, who I think is also a tsuper, located behind him. They were talking about starters or any mecha-thingy related to jeepney machines I do not seem to understand. They were complaining why those things were so expensive, 'P650 daw iyon eh, Putangina ang mahal!". Then, the older man[not my seatmate] out of a sudden said,
"I've got to meet someone..."
The tsuper grinned, "Siguro you're paying for SOMEONE's financial needs in school." He of couse was referring to a young kirida.
"Ibang usapan na iyan," the live mummy clarified, "My children are already on their proper age, and yet you accuse me of that?!" The hell, why would you accuse a 50-plus-aged looking man with adultery. It's totally nauseous. Such a degrade to women if there was. Not even a lifetme paralyzed fungus could endure him. Then there was silence. The tsuper broke, "Hehe, we once were in a club."
"CLUB iyon eh. It's just a matter of one-night-satnd. As soon as you give 'em money, it's bye-bye. Tsk," the elder elaborated.

What's the moral of this? Simple, don't waste money on starters-or-whatever-engine-repairing-tool that will definitely benefit you. Instead, sneak in a club, and take home some minority with hymens that are running after it.

Anyway, I'm almost feeling self-fulfillment. It's not that I'm actually ready to die. It means I am ready to embrace the semester break with lakwatsa, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, and eating.
I miss my friends in vigan; hence my ever-corrupt school.
I miss the fresh air. And I can't wait to enclose it in a tank as soon as I go back here in Manila, as a means of life-support-system.

Are you feeling the breeze of Christmas. Oh yeah... the season of hold-uppers and snatchers. Watch your way people. If you suspect someone goony, hide in a security guard's armpit. It will save you. If he still makes aligid-aligid, hide in his[sekyu] nostrils. If he still does, hide in his groin.

Has Cueshe finally realized that their music is sooooo not music??! I haven't heard anything about them lately. Better yet, I haven't seen any of their typhooned faces, not to mention, JAY. Can someone please replace him! Who can tap on his thighs while holding on a mic stand simultaneously humming? No one?! So it leads me to a final option, I nominate Jessica[Yupano] to take his place. She is a born rocker. Right, jek? ahihi

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

[13] Kas-trated

[13]

Kas-trated

tis is actually my critical analysis for Kas2...


After Hinduism and Buddhism... now Animé-ism?!


If ever you see a teenager of my age or any older who plays lies by telling you that he has never tuned in Animé in his entire sedately boring life, stone him to death.


Yes, I'm gonna be talking about how influential these colorful cartoons from Japan, animated in TV or simply printed on papers with callouted dialogues and yet being advertised, taking over the popularity of Sharon Cuneta, the days of 1980's. Animation has greatly evolved since its beginnings with Walt Disney back in the 1920's 'til early 1930's. America was awed at that time, when the 'man' combined animation, with sound, to create memorable characters that seemed lifelike. Asia, proving once again that she can't be number 2, had Japan to create a name, It was after the World War II, however, they were minimal and not well known, to America that time. Due to Japan's economy that went then to a downward spiral, its animation was marooned from the other companies e.g. Disney, Paramount, Warner Bros. TOEI Animation Co. was founded then in the early 1950's who danced along to become the 'Walt Disney of Japan.' I may now skip your minds into 1963 wherein Dr. Osamu Teszuka came up with Astro Boy[Tetsuwan Atomu] classified as the first “true” animated series and in America, became a big hit.



Perhaps the recent century of Asia could never have a perpetual spark if only the following were put on much concern... Japanese military forces who would never forgive themselves if ever that failed to build wars with Russia, Manchuria, the Pacific area, China and even USA. Civil war in a malodorous country Pakistan that led to the foundation of an independent nation Bangladesh[formerly Eastern Pakistan]. The sprawling of Communism that deteriorated helpless countries like Vietnam. Or a stormy-haired Chinese-Filipina, with her respective disciples, declaring herself as the 11th president of the Philippines just by standing in the middle of EDSA shrine, all dressed in yellow looking like spoiled mangoes. Ugh, simply irritating!


Whew! The 20th century wasn't all that tiresome and repetitive thanks [a lot] to these works of art. I too who have been brought up in Earth fortunately biting at least the last bits of the 20th C., was severely addicted [yeah, addicted] to these almost perfect quality or so cartoons, evident on what I usually draw and by playing “text-cards” [featuring their faces] with some lousy others during my 3rd grade. The main question now is: “Why was Japan's pop culture so appreciated by Asians, and in the 20th century til now, the world??” [My sources had reports of sushi, sweets, comics and karaoke also made names internationally, but I'm still gonna focus on my childish affections—ANIME.]


Among my lists are (1)Doraemon—a robot that resembles a blue whiskered stuffed toy with a belly-planted pouch; (2)Ghost Fighter—a team of mortals/non-mortals whose quest is to battle the demons; (3) Dragon Ball Z—a spike-haired ripped man who with his friends finds 7 orange crystal balls that can summon a humongous green dragon; (4) Curious Play—two ordinary girls get trapped in an ancient yet magical world and; (5) Pokemon—a collection of weird-looking pets that carry elemental powers at the same time, cuteness.


“It's because they're high-quality, that's all," explains Oyama Hidenori, a director of TOEI.
In the 1960's, their comics[in their term, Manga] have had heroes-turned-animated stars. Also they were into talked-about commercial smashes as media, comics, animation, publishing, toy and clothing companies joined forces, soon after. Franchising became hospitable to businessmen in the world as stickers, posters, school bags, CD's could never be absent along the populous streets of Divisoria.


The feeling is now what I call “a sense of belonging”. In the 1970's , Asians used to adore anything American. In the 1990's, this continent went almost exclusively Asian-oriented. For example, the “pilyo” aura of Bart Simpson[you know, “The Simpsons”] has been preserved in the clutches of Crayon Shin Chan, a rather “pilyo-er”.


I guess it gave way to people whose voices, they consider as their business capital, e.g. dubbing/translating [as obvious in GMA7, ABS-CBN adopted series mostly Animé.. Psychosocial effects too then can either be astonishingly helpful or not. Take a look at this following as an analytical comparison. These recent days, I've been glued on Jessica Zafra's books [“Twisted” familiar now? If not, go to the UP MainLib, Filipiniana Section] which entails about her vast experiences or opinions. In concern to the first, she said that she literally forgot to eat and later, lost 50 pounds just by reading and reading and reading books. If there existed someone like her who is awfully fond of reading Manga or watching Animé, which I believe there is,how much more calories can he/she actually burn?? Second, there's been a factual report acknowledging the four year-old son of a Hong Kong housewife Connie Lo, who has lost weight too just by straying for almost infinity, playing electronic games on the Nintendo Gameboy [another of Japan's hottest techno for kids and teens]. At least, he does not forget to take a bath and change his clothes, or else, his mother would throw him into the trash bin. In 1997, a close friend and a friend of his was talking naughtily about a website; finally, he broke it to me that it was a sexually-driven version of Dragon Ball characters specifically Bulma/Burma in hr shower suit. I could not describe if those who made it was eerily on the peak of sexual depression, or as any other porn stars would put it, as 'redefining ART'. I am open-minded... but I regard this thing out of context of ART. [“Pati ba naman cartoons, binababoy nila!” commented another friend.]


Bet you didn't know that Animé also had their “Golden Age”. It flourished in the 80's. Yessss... This was when the highest volume of Animé was coming out of Japan, and airing on TV in the United States.



Another elaboration. Japan's fascination with these childlike things could be a reflection of the “infantilism of postwar Japanese culture,” wrote Ian Burma in his book. The children then were so into trauma that they would intend to be kids again, he seconded. So can I ask him, is this the way how Japan would redeem themselves to the world that they are just gentle species who draw wonderful characters.??! I can't help myself but to say that it's effective! Hail Japan!


Cover story. Late 20th century, office workers create a personal world of their own by locking themselves in their room, infatuating on the cartoons, animations, and video games. They are so-called OTAKU. I may just hallucinate how jealous their respective wives could be;somehow, it,s better for them to think that their husbands have been spending time with other women[at least, that's normal].


Governments in influenced Southeast Asian countries have come to some point o being funny and ignorant. I the late 1970's, Ferdinand Marcos, president-turned-wax, banned the viewing of Voltes V series, because of its violent content leading even to restrictions of video game parlors. I can't stop from rationalizing that at least 1/3 of the People Power protesters were Voltes V Lovers!!! Ha-ha!


Dec. 1995. Malaysia's Information Ministry instructed local broadcasting and marketing companies to drop the first 2 words in the title Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, It's concern: that children might conflate the Rangers and their special powers with morphine. Hah!


As for me, being a nationalist, I believe in the abilities of Filipinos to create something MORE than it [I could not say, “something like it” because it will declare us as ill impostors.]


Imagine a world without Animé...
Imagine a world without Japan. [NOTE: I am not a Japanese]
Others say that there would still be Disney; deeper than that, we still have a unique one we know and practice: the Filipinos' pop culture.


Monday, October 09, 2006

[12] few tips when depressed:

[12]

few tips when depressed:


eat baked mac...
shout to the world that your PE with Caces has finally come to an end...
think of Caces as a sore imitation of your menopausal librarian back in HighSchool
think of ways on how to commit suicide...
talk to God and ask for a big dose of anastisya[i don't know the spelling] to numb yourself when you have seen your grades...
forget that you're in College...
read Jessica Zafra books...
kick your annoying pamangkins when they call you for a coloring session with them...
throw all your remnants of homeworks...
call a friend for a telebabad...
watch Super Inggo and laugh at the stupid stars, if you call them...
make a promise for yourself that your soon-to-be offsprings will never study in a university with perfectionist professors...
thank ABS-CBN for finally cutting Bituing-Walang-Ningning in the primetime...
stare at at the mirror and talk to yourself...
talk to someone named Joy Ong...
sing...


Friday, October 06, 2006

[11] hope [definitely not the cigarette!]

[11]

hope [definitely not the cigarette!]

i can no more bear the atrocity of Filipinos...

guess what, i just arrived from school riding the 'jeep'. Well, what do you expect, it's Manila and you could scarcely find any stray of non-traffic. Actually, I could stand the boredom but the waste of time, I can not. We were in the corner of Concepcion market when the driver parked along the side to call for passengers with these filthy barkers and kondoktor. I could almost burst after he let 5[yes, FIVE!] green lights to pass and turn to red. After it, he got no one in his unattractive jeep but smoke, smog, fish odor. the irritating rhythm of barkers and his patience to end.

i got 1.25 in my geog1, and i
am
so
delighted.

also, i got an additional of 20points in my Kas2 requirements for having attended all movie viewings featuring these distinct documentaries about Asian countries.

i have still 9 games to finish in my badminton[PE], a revision of my CW10 story and a 90-point critical analysis in my Kas2. Please let me pass, oh Lord. I am religious you know. Close kami ni Lord.

anyway, the sem is ending in a day to a week. I will miss my classmates in every class especially my geog1 coz they are sympathetic of my unruly acts. They are also animals and monsters like moi. They remind me of jep, ralph, jokko, keneth, joshua[basically the SLR boys. Gratefully, we all had grades not lower than 2.75. awww. The afternoon is now passionately breezy but warm and I could describe the atmosphere ofthis day like the last day of March back in Highschool when we all part ways. Ugh, pack my drama!




Thursday, October 05, 2006

[tenth] skip this...

[tenth]

skip this...

if you ever gape at the sky and never see any single star, sun, moon or any celestial body, maybe you could ask Lumen[of Surf] to where she shelved it. Her acquisitive husband has gotten all of em already.

i have come to realize that "the acting" Pres. Gloria has given due honors to sports, academe stuff, beauty pageants, etc. but not cosmetics. Gee, who have seen either Belo or Calayan in Malacanang?! Press people say that neither can rupture her one big mole on her face.

boys in the Philippines have made an alleged protest against ads showing only hair [for shampoo], wounds [for soaps], face [for facial goods] and not *the P thing* [for panty-liners]. Hello, people?! Sarah Geronimo has CHARMEE! Who wants her P shown?

...and i thought I was that wholesome.




Tuesday, October 03, 2006

[9] Understanding UST's glory

[9]

Understanding UST's glory

I
t feels like I am sinking.

I am not a blob.

Gee, I dunno. I always get this feeling of being severely wasted. Days have passed as I silently raze about the exams I had. I do not know if how will it turn out to be. You could see me at the end of this sem with either a smile or a frown on my face. Academics make me look feel like a magician who only knew tricks like revealing the secrets of his magic. Please don't be perceived that I am brainless. I get smart when really in a serious matter like mixing coffee with milk and sip it as I read my wordy notes. My recent exam in Kas[aysayan]2 rewarded me a feeling of relief but with a trauma. It's 54/90 and I consider it shit. Last exam, it was 43/90.


I wanna give sole priority to my studies now. I mean it; perhaps if you hear me saying this, you would better hear Jose Manalo on it; I am not into drama. And now,I need to focus on what I really need to focus on: my weakness. I am shutting down this blog...errr, I mean I am shutting down my blogging system for now.

A big congratulations for University of Santo Thomas for winning the 69th UAAP tearing apart the Eagles. I could not believe it.

I am not generally against USTe guys, but when you tell me the blooming victory of their basketball team, I perhaps would pinch you in the nose. Most of my classmates believe in the power of the Ateneans when it comes to the most famous muscle-wrenchers, basketball, in the said competition. It has invaded the Tigers team's sense of humility. I do not know if I would nod twice to agree.

I loathe Raul Gonzales, a loud and proud alumnus of that school for having a mouth bombarding lies, prejudices, and out-of-this-world comments when interviewed. I recommend the TV news reporters/media men to feed that mouth with their microphones or tape recorders housed by dark forces of bacteria. He's been a major pain in between the thighs of the UP students.He thinks that he's being a successful DOJ secretary despite the injustices he could blindly see. I conclude that he's a fag.

I have seen on the news in ABS-CBN yesterday about the 'new princess' of the boxing champion, Manny Pacquiao. He has come to a state of a commercial model, world-renounced celebrity and TV icon. I beg to see him with a panty-liner ad; and perhaps now, with his new-born, diapers. Ugh, I can not contain anymore of watching his disconfigured face and hearing his undesirable accent on national television. Is he running for vice mayor in Manila? Oh, somehow I could tell him that the crazy world of politics is manipulated by peace and order and and not violence[I was pertaining to his boxing, of course].

We watched, in Kas2 a while ago, two groups in the class representing East Asia and North&Central Asia do their thing. They were fabulous with the efforted costumes and computer-deviced presentations. The first [composed of ephy, mikki, natalie, kav, etc.] injected in us the significance of Anime. Bet you did not know that Doraemon is sooooo hero-like, they say. The last role-played Shamanism. They were really amazing. They could act well, I say as I laugh to my utmost freedom.

Atlantika begins this night; I keep on wondering if this will really 'tangay' my niece's and nephew's minds again. I could plunge them in the aquarium if they wished.


Monday, October 02, 2006

[8] kill the biological father of Biology, if there was

[8]

kill the biological father of Biology, if there was


who...


invented...


BIOLOGY?

please see me and forgive me if after it, you come home with your eyes out...


I feel like I just got thundered simultaneously by different cyclones-slash-typhoons for I just had my exam in Nat.Sci.2. Dreadful. Dreadful. Dreadful. My body is currently torn into unmeaty pieces and the only parts present now are my two hands typing this post I consider as an abomination.


It's been a day, like just any regular day, but of course there were changes for Mr. No-Good Milenyo has just left the country. The EDSA billboards, they say in the news have been shattered to death and now the MRT passengers and cab drivers have nothing more to sexually arouse about than their hay-fed wives looking like unmilked cows. UP has become a landscape of despair as I watch the barren Acad Oval with uprooted trees and leaves with an incredible smell swimming in the air.


Anyway, Ada was inviting me last night in USTe for the Thomasians are all in bright shiny yellow shirts today. Among other reasons for not planning to go to the flooded Espana-clinged school like my exam a while ago, I cannmot bear seeing all people like marketed bananas! Of all other disgusting colors, I hate YELLOW, but not UST.

Speaking of USTe, at last they won their 2nd game with Ateneo last Saturday. I cannot find such other irony than this excriuciating fact that the Tigers, who were always ripped by the Maroons, has come to shoot the Eagles, who were frying up the second.


My unfathomable crush on Maxene Magalona is turning to a point of an affectional infatuatuion. Have you been watching DADDY DI DO DU? Her acting is infallible and all-natural playing a role of a cono teenage girl caged in her dad's rules. I know that someday, I will meet her and acquaint myself to her. I am not ambitious, neither desperate. A territory in my heart 'dedicated to a special someone' is currently vacated and I don't know when will I ever fill the volume up again. For now, I think that bein single is bein smart. I do not look hideous, you know that.


Congartulate me for I have done my CW10 blog entries. I'll tell you next time what site it is.


Thanks to the visitors.

Thanks to Jokko for the new layout rather appealing to the near-sighted for it's formerly small font.


Ephy...

Nee...

the font size is not that termite-like na!

**PS...
my classmate JP has told me that "First-Day-High" is very stereotyped. Don't watch it if you do not want to end up regretting in your stupidity. And who would want to watch Maja Salvador do a sosy-typo role?! I could't stand her aura. I simply don't like her. But she does roles like autistica somehow good.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

[7] Survivor Season #17

[7]

Survivor Season #17

I can scarcely contain my happiness for that which I have yearned for so desperately for a long time has come to pass [jessica zafra] dahil nagbalik na ang kuryente nung Friday night!

yeah...the ruesome typhoon has left the country leaving the highways down to eskinitas of Metro Manila uprooted trees[others lived for decades], crashed to death billboards[which are really not necessary], dumbfounded people who had risked their God-given lives[oh, they are DUMB. Why would they go out with a typhoon on their head?], the overwhelmed PAG-ASA for once-in-a-blue-moon they had foretold the route of Milenyo[clap clap, at last], and me, among other students in this world with 5 days of grateful vacations...

My exams in Nat.sci.2 and geog1 were postponed because of Milenyo. I have not yet done 20 blog entries and it is due tomorrow. Sheet!

Anyway, I have been glued to this aquarium thingy; now, we in the house take care of these cute little fishes. wala lang.

It's October! It sounds like i am too excited for sembreak. Octobah 9 na kasi iyon! Weeh.

Majika has ended in the primetime and now my niece, Bel[4 years of age] has nothing more to fantasize about. She likes being SABINA; while my nephew, Kyle[one year older] believes he was the invincible Captain Barbell]. Holy cow! And what makes me?? Bakekang? harharhar

ANother thing, I have noticed that Nix, having an illegal, yeah illegal love fore 'someone'[get it?] has come to the limits of sucking her infatuation to death. Hey, nix, stop it, you know!

And Ada, thank me! hehe.

And what is this I here? ANother typhoon? Neneng, they say.
They're shit, you know, why would they give these typhoons such eccentric native names? I have a suggestion to PAG-ASA or whoever names those windy windy winds. WHy don't you name it after our Pinoy actors/actresses/singers. I can better withstand the tabloid and the TV news when they say, "APRIL BOY REGINO, nang-giba ng billboards!!!" Oh diba?

Friday, September 29, 2006

[6] I hate the rain!

[6]


I hate the rain!

Rain makes the soil troubledly soft; and whenever I step on it, my foot plunges in like I’m some kind of a heavyweight wresteler ouut of diet despite my slim figure!

Rain directs a forecoming typhoon with such impertinent 'signals' that can either cancel classes or cause severe traffic in murky swimming pools like that in Malabon.

Rain acts like a 'maestro' in a coordinated orchestra of frogs that seemed to know nothing more to shout than "Croak! Croak! Croak!"

Rain moves the person who, by accident or intention, to think that he is that stupid enough for not bringing any of his/her configured umbrella or raincoat.

Rain gives jobs to people behind weather stations with the fact that they only spew useless phrases like “scattered rainshowers/kalat-kalat na pag-uulan!” Aren't they useless?!

Rain overflows on rivers and creeks that can devour the mainstars of this world-the humankind; Mother Nature is anticipating for her revenge!

Rain interests me to sip cups of coffee that can almost equalize how one could make Sleeping Beauty sleepless.

Rain makes me wanna SING, gulp

Monday, September 18, 2006

[5] the corporate-dude

[5]

the corporate-dude

ummm...maga ang mata ko today, napansin ni cj, argh.
i need to do these things for this given week:

---reveiw for nat.sci.2 exam
---review for geog1 prefinals
---do 20 blog entries in m CW10 class requirement[too bad, hindi ung blog na to]
---map the 2nd floor of the UP main lib
---research for our geog1 activities[whch comprises 20% of our finals, argh]
---practice for our kas2 presentation[indian talk show]
tapos n nga ang bday celeb ko, here comes the toxic week!

well, anyway, moreover...
super saya kahapon! mega reunion ng mga HS friends. We ate in Pizza Hut and later fled off to Food Express[Jep's celeb]. yey, thanks for wearing WHITE tops guys. Color-coded kami; para madaling mahanap kung magkawalaan sa gateway. Again, thanks to these pips for coming over:
---jep[the late comer]
jox
carl [the computer-maniacs]
keneth, keneth's dormate-enzo[the early birds]
ada[the disappointed]
iris[the beggar]
jek[the shaggy one]
chistine[the obedient one, nagsuot siya ng brown]
nix[the nag-biyahe from malayo]
kat[the tumaba-ng-kunti]
jc[the reklamador]
aien[the boob-y trap]
mika[the nagtatampo]
maria[the novena-ist]
---my mom, tito mario, tita marilen[the tagahawaks ng panlibre namin ni jep]

Pagkauwi ko, there...my niece and nephew were very much in delight dahil daw my surprise sila which is the chocolate cake[actually, they were happy coz sa wakas, makakakain na rin sila].

Sa gateway...
'there were no cakes...no party... no candles...just moments, happy ones.

Didn't you know, masaya na ulit si AC, the fact na nanakawan siya ng 40-thou worth na laptop na hindi pa bayad, take note! Good for you.

***palatastas: thanks sa mga naggrit sakin...
adie ada aien angeli anj anne bevz caarl cony danica elat elie genika golda flau iris ivan jamaica joana jek jep juni jokko josh panelo kat kathie leika maj maria andieson maffy marky maria nikki nina miko nix olive paw ralph ruth shantel shine keneth tincy xtal xter xtin joyce-suero adviento alconis raguindin dwight ac raniel raenald natalie and most especially to MR.JOHN.PAUL.AFABLE[this has been requested by him, of course]

***nagdrama c nix kagabi sakin bout this law...law of relativity. take it easy. she told me na 'im out of my childish traits na.Yey.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

[4] As you age, you gastos

[4]


As you age, you gastos

yey, it's my birthday today!later, im gonna be in Gateway with the following people:

Iris, Ada, Jc, Jokko, Aien, Keneth, Jek,Carl,Kat,Nix,Xtin,Maria,Mika. Enzo,
It's gonna be a double-celeb [mine and Jep's]

Argh, kahapon nagceleb ako sa Marikina, wala lang, ang kulit ng 2 pamangkin ko. Of couse, they were kulit-ing me bout the invitation and the cake...Grrr, haha!

Thanks God, I'm now 16. Hindi naniniwala si Elaa[teodosio, blockmate, hmp!]

Thanks to my mom and dad...

im wishin for my grades and future job...

god bless us all...
wink