The Barry Code

[87] What The?!

2007-09-10T13:48:00.001+08:00

[87]

What The?!

I went on browsing Jau's multiply and saw some freshmen pics. Hahaha. Thanks Jau. Parang kahapon lang noh?

[86] As I Like It

2007-09-10T12:59:00.000+08:00

[86]
As I Like It

(from clickthecity.com)

Having Saturday classes has its perks.

Quarter before3pm a man in semi-formal attire enters and announces that Dulaang UP's "As You Like It" Filipino version will open in 15 minutes for FREE in Wilfredo Guerrero Hall blah blah! We begged in berserk to Sir Deza to let us go, ignoring absurdly the day's next group reporters. Ack, after some negotiations (we've just hurt heir feelings) with them--

SIR: I'll only let you go if you can guess who the original writer of the play is.
COMM 100 CLASS: William Shakespeare! (exodus to AS).

It's my second time to watch it (I watched the English version more than a week ago) and I'm beginning to have a crush on the female lead having the role Rosalind making me remark:

"My dear Rosalind, I loved thou. Please leave not thee and stay for the rest of eternity!" Hah! Baliw!

schedules here

[85] Say No to Stress

2007-09-05T13:02:00.000+08:00

[85]

Say ~~Yes~~ No to Stress

See how The Divine helped my pressure flee away from my worn out soul:

Last Friday, UP MCO and the CMC Student Council collaborated to have this Stress Management Program for students especially for the (umm, stressed?) freshmen.

Last Saturday, our Speech Comm professor required us to watch William Shakespeare’s “As You Like It” in Guerrero Theatre, UP-D. The play was indescribable— I glued my ass on the cozy seat!

Last Sunday, we had our Art Studies field trip in Tagaytay. Specifics— we had a quasi-recollection/retreat in Brahma Kumaris: a soporific place I loved.

And of course, yesterday our Team Building in MCO finally took place. Photos here in Ate Bev's.

Details coming soon.

[84] One Year Old

2007-09-05T12:52:00.000+08:00

[84]
One Year Old

It's been a year, Batch 06-A of UPMCO/ BENNU!!!

Congratulations to all of us!
Hoping for more cherished years!

ACLE pics here (from Jau)

Also, another congratulations to the newest members of UPMCO!

[83] Write, Speak, It's BJ!

2007-09-05T11:38:00.000+08:00

[83]
Write, Speak, It's BJ!

The UP Mass Communicators’ Organization had its ACLE yesterday. The learning experience will reconcile the matters in having this pioneering common elective in CMC— Broadcast Journalism/ BJ 101. Aside from Ma’am Khan and Sir Austria as the speakers, a video of Gawad Plaridel 2007 awardee Che-che Lazaro’s comments on having this subject especially for Broadcast Communication and Journalism majors was viewed.

*Yep, I met Ma’am Che-che in our interview with her along with Ate Ynna and Kuya Ely. She’s very intelligent, believe me. Kuya Ely covered almost the entire interview, and I was the last to ask. I was, umm, nahihiya.

******************************

Speakig of, last last Tuesday our individual TV reports/stand-uppers in Journ101 were finally shown in class.

I refrained being edgy (like block-mates Anne and Judy below) so that my self-destruction mechanism in my anatomy won’t give in and turn my non-burly body into pieces. And then our professor enters and she was so nice that I felt I was the most impudent person in the entire universe. (It’s just that we weren’t used to this.) She then handed a lavender-colored bill and told us to buy ourselves a cup of coffee in the neighboring cafeteria to our room. Then she said she’ll come back for a couple of minutes. Our whole class went nuts.

Journ101 groupmates

So much for the ‘sudden’ fun. When it was my turn to view my TV report, I was jittery. It could have been so-so if it weren’t for the sound. I want to congratulate the videoMAC (no, it’s not a videoCAM, it was a videoMAChine!) we borrowed from the Journ dept, for ruining my evaluation. Yes, I am sarcastic with that. Tell me you prosperous alumni of Journ dept (in UP), when will you ever realize that your former Alma mater needs development in its facilities.

tadaaa! the VideoMAC!

My spleen went to a high when one of my classmates dubbed his. Grrr.

[82] Pics and Pricks

2007-08-26T15:50:00.000+08:00

[82]
Pics and Pricks

Last night, I had this chance of tidying my dresser. Also, I managed to lie down and glance ecstatically through these photographs of my years when I was an immature alaskador-ic Paulinian, at least in high school. The pictures were alive (but no, it didn’t bring me to tears =])! The remarkable thing was my classmates and friends’ personal messages written at the back of their collected graduation solos. And perpetually written as the addressed is my spoof name: Bareeh (yes, the horror of high school ‘coolness’ and the peculiar effect of text messaging back then)

*Here are just some. Others are translated (also are the asinine spellings like “tekker”, “ingatzzz” and stuff).

Messages that made me laugh:

JEN DAIT: “Hay naku, what can I say about you? Well, thanks for borrowing my notes, ha?! Bruho— you didn’t even say ‘thank you!’ Hehe. I’ll miss your kakulitan/kaewanan. [...]”
BARRY says: Hey, I said ‘thank you’ kaya! Anyway you should enroll in a Bachelor’s degree in Spectacular Handwriting— you write pretty well!

JOSHUA: “You’re cute?? I think so. If you’re cute, then I’m, well, pretty. Take care! Be strong and stay cute as ever. Thank you for the music. Because of you, I never strayed too far from the sidewalk!!! [...]”
BARRY says: Joshua, you really make me chuckle (as ever).

RALPH: “To St. Lorenzo Ruiz’s (my section in 4^th year) one and only totoy— I think you deserve a clap [...]”
BARRY says: You know Ralph, you actually wrote something very ‘green’ like “Doctorate”, “God-given talent”, etc. Gago ka talaga! Hahaha. I’m sorry people, but we comprehend just exclusively.

MAUREEN: “To one of the best student pWets ever. Hehe uyyy, flattered! [...]”
BARRY says: Maureen, I’m sad to say that I’m not into poetry anymore. A far cry really, I’m into sorcery. Haha.

Messages that marveled me:

AIEN: “Take care of yourself and take care of our relationship [...] Happy 2^nd anniversary.
BARRY says: Aien was a little giddy when she wrote this. Peace!

SHANTEL: “Conratulaizioni. Dio ti benedica. Buona fortuna. [...]”
KAT-KAT: “Ich gratuliere! Alles gute! Viel glück!”
BARRY says: This is soooo touching. Hehe! Translation: What do you think am I: a linguist? For now, I’m using context clues.

RHEA: “[...] I forgive you for everything you have done to me [...]”
BARRY says: Is that you, Yahweh???

Messages that touched me:

YVES: “Thanks for being so nice and friendly [...]”
NEL: “Thanks for the friendship!”
NIX: “Oinx, I should’ve written you a personal letter but anyway, I’ll just write in here. [...] We can’t manage to blend well. But let’s also try although time is running out. But I’ll be here no matter what.”

BARRY says: For all of these— thank you guys! I’m anticipating for our next reunion, and as always, I’ll be the party liaison officer!

[81] Athena equals Shena

2007-08-26T15:18:00.000+08:00

[81]
Athena equals Shena

“It’s Sheee-na, not Sheh-na.” Beware of Shen, when you start mispronouncing her name, swirls of smoke wheezed from her nostrils. Joking!

Anyway, Shen is this petite ebullient girl who has the mutant power to transform your globules of tears into gust of air. Yeah, though she has now shifted to Economics, she does not fail to keep in touch with fellow blockmates. And she’s always there. No, she’s not your shadow. But she’s always there.

Happy Birthday to blockmate Shena Bael, and go for the gold!

[eightieth] Cool Casual

2007-08-20T15:59:00.000+08:00

[eightieth]
Cool Casual

from aien's multiply

There was a deranged time in 4th year when I was seated right of Joana-- this supposedly pompous bratty girl. Back then, maturity in interpersonal activity was conked. Anyway, for the first time in three years of being classmates, Joana and I plus Iris (also a seatmate) bonded and we formed a squad of battling boredom, surprise quizzes and the teacher's mouth.

mga batang bubwit!

Now that she's (old?) 18, I hoped that until the time we decayed, I've kept a memory with you! Cornyology.

Happy Birthday to the Department of Empowering National Retardation (DENR) secretary!

I have proven that there really is a pervasive biodiversity between us. And I were a fish, you'll be my coral.

[79] Raining Pusang Gala and Asong Ulol

2007-08-20T15:48:00.000+08:00

[79]

Raining Pusang Gala and Asong Ulol

The up to date weather is erratic—it’s gloomy that it down poured almost the entire week. Unpredictably, the rain has not been affecting my emotions. The complete time I spare on reading the Philippine Collegian from cover to cover, playing with my 4 month-old nephew (I’m on my attempt to shove the to other brats in the house) or sleeping mocks me in my mind that the weeks ahead will devour me if I don’t start reading my notes (if there were), and spending time in the atypical CMC library (I wish). Well, I’m becoming so lame that participating [actively] in my two organizations will catnap for me soon. I have to find some more time for myself.

Recently, there’s this ‘thing’ that has been bothering me. I can’t confide it down here. But there are actually some UP people and Nix who knew about it. Finally, I shunned this ‘thing’ for the mean time, though I was really interested.

Oh, this is an overcast blog entry. Perhaps, the weather did affect me. Six days of vacation? Didn’t enjoy it— I’m suffering tonsillitis.

[78] Harvard Science High School

2007-08-20T15:26:00.000+08:00

[78]

Harvard Science High School

I have little orientation on the Philippine Science High School (Pisay). Okay, it’s Jessica Zafra’s school back then, and records declare that it’s one of the schools in the country where almost all students pass the UPCAT (read: airheads are not granted entry).

PISAY by Aureaus Solito, who by the way directed the cherished “Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros”, circulates on the stories of high school classmates in the late 80’s in Pisay (duh). It featured a tale of one or two student in every year level that has come upon.

If you think Arroyo’s SONA has innumerable applauses, buy a ticket for yourself and watch this. Intentionally, I watched this film [with blockmates] to observe the technical errors (for my Film100 class). Because of the almost-smooth ‘Montage’, I found it rigid to elude the flow of the story as a first time film critic.

In the film, Pisay students appeared very sharp, and their industry on sciences, philosophy and craft is stupendous. With that cast of less than 50 I supposed—where did the producers get the talent fee? I’m sorry but indie films for me reflected clever thrift and uncontaminated art. Whatever happened to the inclusion of Eugene Domino there? The comedy was of course satisfactory but come on, EUGENE DOMINGO?! I hoped Solito and company attained boomingly the money they expected.

Support independent films! Ludicrous mainstream movies (read: “A Love Story”, “My Kuya’s Wedding” and this imminent Manny Pacquiao movie) have arrived from hell (help obliterate dim-witted Filipinos’ worship on these films)! It’s time to rebel, junk popcorn films! Eek!

[77] Compassion of the Christ

2007-08-05T16:19:00.000+08:00

[77]
Compassion of the Christ

I failed to enter the theatre on time (because I had class before), and just saw the part where this guy in wood material for a costume was throwing lines I did not perceive quite well. He was John the Baptist. Entered Romnick Sarmienta apparently as Jesus clothed in abel, and I instantaneously noticed the trend: “Passion of the Christ— Filipinized!” As aforementioned, I liked the creativity: Jesus, the Apostles, etc. in colorful ethnic clothes. This detached them from the usual concept of Jesus Christ films I saw in Lenten season; they became no archetype. Salutations for that!

My best performer is Romnick Sarmienta as Jesus. He acquired a solemn character: someone in real life I would fear to near, not because of the fright but the boldness he embodies with his simple actions. In a scene where he was already crucified and talking to God above, he wasn’t irate like Jesus; he was smooth in his delivery of lines. For all I know, Jesus was patient. Sarmienta was patient-looking. He had an aura of more than a holy figure.

Okay, the play overall was inconsistent. Possibly because of the monochromatic presentation of the stage; it became a barrier to me. I just tried my best to engage in by ignoring it and listening to the lines they threw. I observed one of my classmates sleeping during the first half of the show, ugh. I’m sorry, I was quite disappointed.

[76] Lack of Hair Wax

2007-07-25T14:25:00.001+08:00

[76]

Lack of Hair Wax

Naubusan ako ng wax, kaya eto natural lang itsura ng buhok ko. Though, I was grinning when Patty praised my hair saying, "your hair looked good with or without wax!" and so did Ruth. Love it.

Sandy, Kuya Chesa, me

shiny ba talaga?

2007-07-25T14:25:00.000+08:00

[75]

Oh nothing

[74] Birthday treats (waiting)

2007-07-21T09:24:00.002+08:00

[74]

Birthday Treats (waiting...)

Hapy Birthday to:

Kuya Leo

Kuya Joma (at the centert)

and blockmate Shereen!

[73] Next MYX VJ

2007-07-21T09:24:00.001+08:00

[73]

Next MYX VJ

I'm endorsing Ate Max; she's a finalist for Myx VJ!

Type MYXMATCH(space)11 to 2366.

Ate Maxine Mamba is a Film senior from the Collgege of Mass Communication, UP Diliman.

Good luck! (she's the girl inside that car!)

[72] Library

2007-07-21T09:24:00.000+08:00

[72]

Library

Patty is right, the CMC library is the noisiest library ever! Also, its a cozy zone for camwhores, pseudo-researchers and (ugh!) books!

hanging around with K6 blockmates

[71] I Luuuuv U! (PMCO)

2007-07-17T09:48:00.000+08:00

[71]

I Luuuuv U! (PMCO)

Celebrating its 14th year and still counting, UP Mass Communicators’ Organization is sharing not just love but its abiding thrust to elevate the responsible use of the media and to develop the members as individuals and as orgmates.

I joined this org last year, and voila[!], here I am now, doing astounding things I never imagined I can do.

UP MCO holds its anniversary every third week of July. Pushing towards the theme “Lovin’ It” this year, the org spends the week with outright stress of Mass media awareness, Collective membership advancement and Outrageous adventures.

Our exhibit was formally opened through a ribbon-cutting yesterday. Located near the Journalism department, second floor of the College of Mass Communication, the intriguing and captivating white tables, give-away boxes, tarpaulins and balloons you see appear to be some kind of a wedding celebration— symbolizing our “vow” to the org.

We have officially launched our website— it’s www.upmco.org. Click for more of UP MCO!

WE DARE YOU TO GET OUT OF THE BOX!

Be shiny.
Be happy.
Be an MCOer.

[seventieth] Colds

2007-07-13T15:28:00.000+08:00

[seventieth]

Colds

Noses are red

Leading to flu

A whole of tissue

I'll spend it on you!

Lecheng sipon!

[69] Really Kinky in here

2007-07-11T13:52:00.000+08:00

[69]

Really Kinky in here

Nope, just joking. =) You ath-hole! Hehe

MCO Week na next week!

MONDAY: Grand Pakain, Exhibit/website/AVP launch in CMC 2nd floor

TUESDAY: Acquaintance party/Buddy Bidding for Applicants

WEDNESDAY: Outreach Program

THURSDAY: Major Issue, see you in CMC Auditorium 1-4 PM

FRIDAY: MCO Alumni Homecoming

Yeah, I'm damn busy.

[68] A Rainbow leads to a pot of Gold

2007-07-09T13:09:00.000+08:00

[68]

A Rainbow leads to a pot of Gold

“When you look back, when you’re busy and all, you always wish for a time with your fellow MCOers”

Rawna Crisostomo (yes, the GMA7 reporter you often see in 24 Oras), basing from the previous line that she uttered in our interview with her, must have missed UP MCO so much. In the organization, the alumna has been fondly called “Pop”.

Ate Pop described the org “not just an org, but a family”. She even recalled her freshmen days in UP when she, along with her some of her block-mates, easily gave in to the MCO recruitment mixed with warmth. She said that her college life was unimaginable if UP MCO wasn’t there, saying “mas tahimik ako siguro nu’n, sa org na ‘to, na-bring out talaga iyong potentials ng isang tao.” Ate Pop joined the org in the first semester of 2001 but unfortunately, she got sick in her batch’s final rites and induction so she consequently went through it the following semester.

She responded to UP MCO’s call “because of its media advocacy”, helping her sneak into the vast world of the media industry. Despite her hectic schedule, she still gave us a little of her time for an interview. Perhaps, Ate Pop loved the org so dearly that when asked why she loved MCO, she answered, “It’s where I found my real friends.” She adds, “It’s the only org that treats you not just an ordinary Mass Comm student. It brings out the best in you; kahit mga simple activities, naglalabas pa rin ng teamwork.”

The 24 Oras reporter reminisced over the pressure of academics back in college where at least she and her org-mates “always found time for chatting and writing in the logbook.” Those simple things, she considered, were “treasured” that “with MCO, you’re relaxed, you can be yourself and you enjoy all the time with real, happy and shiny people,”

Though now her profession tries to deprive her rest and sleep, she stays ‘happy’ in the end— a mark of MCOers. “In all my hardships, MCO is always recognized,” the UP MCO’s pride said.

[67] Hum in Peace

2007-06-30T16:56:00.000+08:00

[67]

Hum in Peace

After our class with Sir Alfonso Deza (the hubby of Nova Villa in ABS-CBN's Super Inggo; also the one who threw the classic 'Suportahan taka line in a PLDT commercial) and some laugh trips with blockmates Kat and Kris, I straighted home through the jeepney and saw this!

I immediately mouthed, "Oh my Good," thinking that Angel Locsin might be in that humongous vehicle! Overacting? NOT.

By the way, who is this Adam Brody? Ate Czarina left a comment in my friendster: "barry?two words:adam brody". And I asked why. She then told me that I should google Adam Brody up concluding that magka-asta daw kami. Hmmm. This should be flatteringly, or else...
Hahahaha

[66] June Fried

2007-06-30T10:47:00.000+08:00

[66]
June Fried

I'm glad June is about to halt. The first month of my sophomore year is so explosive and coma-inducing that I almost forgot my mother's name. Also, the semester ahead will bulldoze my system. There are so many school (yeah, including org and council) activities. I can handle it, right? *sigh
And Joana's debut party is nearing (well, not exactly- it's August pa :) )
Should I get a date? Hahaha.
PS I'm regretting about my failure to sign-up in UP Green Minds. :( I'm an environmentalist, you know =s

[65] Brithday Bashes

2007-06-29T16:57:00.000+08:00

[65]

Brithday Bashes

I'm dying to have some libre from you guys! Hahaha. I'm so sorry that I can't give you individual entries. It's gonna pile up and

so will my calluses in my finger tips. Wink!

ate Doreen (on the right)

kuya Jerick (with Sitti)

Jokko

Iris

Carl

kuya Ely

Andreo

and

ate Abby

[64] My Firsts in Journalism

2007-06-16T11:23:00.002+08:00

(with Guyito, Philippine Daily Inquirer's mascot)

[64]

My Firsts in Journalism
(last Wednesday pa toh)

a. My first news story

The UP Mass Communicators’ Organization (UP MCO) facilitated a free media tour for two freshmen blocks yesterday.
A number of Communication Research (K3) and Journalism (K6) students participated in the organization’s annual activity. They first visited the Philippine Daily Inquirer office in Makati City; then GMA Network building and finally Social Weather Stations office, both in Quezon City.
Kimberly Jane Tan, UP MCO’s chairperson, said that “aside from wanting to expose the freshmen to different media institutions, the organization also wants them to be aware of how these institutions work for they are future media practitioners.” She added that the trip was also “in line with their thrust towards media awareness.”

b. My first TV report

Nandito po ako ngayon sa opisina ng Social Weather Stations dito Quezon City, ang huling lugar na pinasyalan ng ilang mga mag-aaral ng UP Diliman.

Isinagawa ng UP Mass Communicators’ Organization o UP MCO ang isang libreng media tour para sa dalawang Freshmen blocks, na ginanap simula kaninang umaga.

Pinuntahan ng mga estudyante and mga gusali ng Philippine Daily Inquirer, GMA Network at SWS.

Sinabi ng tagapamuno ng UP MCO na si Kimberly Jane Tan na ang media tour ay hindi lamang ipasyal sila kundi para rin sila mismo ang makakita kung ano ang ginagawa doon.

Dagdag pa niya na ang lakbay-aral ay paraan ng pagtataguyod ng kaalaman sa media.

Ako po si Barry Viloria, nag-uulat para sa Balitang Maskom.

with Kuya Germs!

with Ruth, sorry!

more pictures here...

[63] Blogago

2007-06-16T11:23:00.001+08:00

[63]

Blogago

Honestly people, does my blog give you a killer nausea? I just scanned over my oldest posts and read them one by one. It came to me that the ‘attitude’ has depleted as time went by.

I missed the posts wherein I actually call someone I hate ‘a personified human body waste’. In my recent ones, I have changed it into ‘an average type of human species’. Have I been struck by the comet of euphemism? Far were the days when I just spill expletives as if someone’s not reading; and now, I must settle down my words to sound to you as an educated 16 year-old guy who shall later study the ethics in journalism.

Hence, the readership must be maintained by showcasing good and appropriate items. Is this the hypocrisy I await in the media industry? Tell me.

[62] Spewing Factory Exhausts

2007-06-16T11:23:00.000+08:00

[62]

Spewing Factory Exhausts

In our first day in BC100 class, as we introduced ourselves individually, this actual conversation is worth remembering:

BARRY: Hello Sir. I’m Barry Cyrus Viloria, a sophomore taking up Journalism. I studied in St. Paul College of Ilocos Sur from grade school to high school. I have these two orgs: UP-MCO and DZUP Radio Circle. And I’m single. *smile

SIR AVECILLA: You’re courting somebody?

BARRY: Sir, last year I messed up in my grades so I guess, I won’t be courting someone for this semester. I’m going to focus more on my academics.

SIR AVECILLA: Why is that? Seasonal ba yang panliligaw mo?

(Everybody in the class laughed.)

____________________________

Classes has started vaguely as UP students especially in the College of Mass Communication invigoratingly walk around the university to, umm, enroll. I notice most of the freshmen who must have been born out of questionable definition of the word ‘luck’ for having been in the finest school in the entire archipelago however among the pioneer batch who pays a whopping 300% increase in the tuition from last year’s.

Anyway, I finished my enrollment in 2 days and here’s my schedule below.

MON
8:30-11:30 FILM100/ Introduction to Film and Audio Visual Communication

TUES
8:30-10:00 ART STUD2/ Art in Everyday Life
11:00-1:00 JOURN100/ Introduction to Journalism

1:00-2:30 COMM3/ Speech Communication

WED
No classes.

THURS
1:00-4:00 BC100/Intoduction to Broadcast Communication

FRI
ART STUD2
COMM3

SAT
1:00-4:00 COMM100/Introduction to Mass Communication

To my High School friends: I guess I won’t be seeing you around too often. As I put it, I will focus almost all my time in my academics (but relax, I will not try to race over Mikaela Fudolig! That’s very impossible! Hah!)

To my K6 block-mates: Congratulations to the shifters who made it into their respective courses! We’re block-mates (for life!) though your colleges are geographically far from CMC. Hahahaha.
Shen, Economics.
Jau, Economics.
Mics, Business Administration.
Krisna, Business Economics.
Shereen, Anthropology.
GOOD LUCK on your future careers!

To the Freshies: Enjoy your 15 units!

To God (eek!): I need your help. I’m sorry of I was born stupid. Hahaha. Again, good luck to all of us!

[61] The Hell

2007-06-13T11:28:00.000+08:00

[61]

The Hell

Spending a P100 load for only a month is an option I am reconsidering. As a matter of fact, I seldom reply to people who text me. This is to hamper me from being a kilititexter moron. But don’t be bothered, if it’s that important, I’ll reply.

[sixtieth] White Summer

2007-06-04T13:29:00.000+08:00

[sixtieth]
White Summer

Why WHITE? Simple I wore white shirts virtually the whole summer! Hahahaha.
I'm gonna be missing vacation. I'm (starting to get) serious with my studies. I'll be physically remote for five months. Good luck to all of us!

the ear-splitting videoke sessions

Me and Nix hate it when Iris gets hold of the microphone. She's unstoppable! Wah, how much are earmuffs?

Nix, Jowa, Carol

and all other insanities

What the?!

With Tan Chem Pang

If it weren't for your cam. Hahaha.

Plain stupid.

With Kathie a.k.a. THE BIG SHOW. Peace.

with two of the 'pillars' of "The Bodies!"

hey Bevz!

doing a remake of the teeny-bopper CLICK

(all from Nix's and Carol's multiply )

[59] Pinoy Paris

2007-06-04T13:11:00.000+08:00

[59]

Pinoy Paris

They say she’s everybody’s bitch: the one people would love to hate. And she doesn’t care!

I’ve known Ada Joana Fe Artajos since first grade── the itsy bitsy girl who must have been half-invisible for she just lurked in the barrier surrounding her armchair. She was taciturn (note that I wrote WAS).

In High School, she turned to be the Ms. Bad Influence for erecting a group named S.M.N.S./SandaMakmak Na Sexy (in which I was later recruited in). We were the frightening gangsters in the class, categorically the smart frightening gangsters for we belonged in a Science (star) class. Well anyway, we claim Ada as not famous, instead she was infamous. In COQC training, the officers loathed her. And as much, she blabbered and blabbered like she had her own world. That’s what I like about her. She knows what she’s actually talking about. And again, she doesn’t care!

SMNS. I did this pic years back! Hahahaha

She knows how to fight and at least has principles within her. When you become non-palatable to her friendship-meter-taste, it’s a goodbye to you. But still, no one can stop Ada from throwing lines i.e. “duh!” “whatever!” “che!” and so on.

A girl who hated you went straight to you and slaps you, what do you do?
ADA: “I’ll pour stinky water on her.” (Hmmm. Poor girl.)

In a beauty contest, you actually obtain the crown. But this desperate first runner-up of yours tries to get it by force in your own winning moment, what do you do?
ADA: “I’ll chuck the bouquet at her face, and then── wave.”

Say in a Theology/Religion class, the teacher calls you for an answer. But you become tensed and mouthed nothing. He/she then humiliated you in public calling you a “descendant of Lucifer!” What do you do?
ADA: “I’ll state, ‘you bitch! What the f*ckin’ hell is your damn shity problem??! I don’t care about your f*ckin class, you whore!” (People, this is not a prayer.)

Who is/are your bad-girl idol/s? And why her/them?
ADA: “Xhe (Sunshine Supnet), my best friend. I just simply know how tough she is yet so soft inside. Not to mention, Paris Hilton who is an angel! And locally, I adore Michelle Madrigal. She and Paris are so bitchy and hot! Hahahah.”

At seventeen, what are your strongest and weakest points?
ADA: “In the weak points, I can say that I’m still very dependent, spoiled and irresolute. Anyhow, I have stable feelings for my loved ones and friends, and I have an ambition in life.”

If you were to willingly become a sexy star in a cheap Pinoy flick, what would be your screen name? And who would you wish to be your leading man?
ADA: “TULIP. Ang bango bango! My leading man would be Matteo Gudiccelli of ABS-CBN’s Go Kada Go!”

You would die tomorrow, what would you in your remaining 24 hours on Earth?
ADA: “Hihiga.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS VIGAN 2004! Smirk smirk.

[58] Juni Sings IF

2007-06-04T12:54:00.000+08:00

[58]

Juni sings IF

Vying deliriously for the Ms. Universe 2012 title is a close High School friend of mine, Jennifer Tabangcura.

Last May 25^th, she celebrated her debut party in La Huerta Garden, Sto. Domingo, Ilocos Sur with all the members of her family, church (she’s that religious Christian whom you will feel grave guilt upon telling her a green joke!) and of course, friends. I and Katrina were the Masters of the Ceremony.

With Katrina; we're the Emcee.

Back in HS, I baptized her JUNI with an unremembered reason. From then on, all of us including her were at least comfortable with such. Juni has been a gentle creature all her life. She’s a great singer. She’s down-to-earth. She’s intelligent. What more could you ask for?

Well, to break her modest aura, here are just some (stupid, silly, droll, though witty) questions I asked Juni days after her birthday:

If you were to change a body part in you, what would that be? Why?
JUNI: “Your first question trembles me! My body size (laughs!) of course, to erase DIET in my list of serious problems!” (Here’s a trivia, Juni has always chanted, “Lord, why can’t I slim down?! Huhu”)

If you were to become an animal, what would you be? Why?
JUNI: “Hmmm... I would like to be a butterfly, small but terrible, beautiful in time.”

If later you actually learn that your third eye is open, and ghosts have been staying in your room, what would you do?
JUNI: “I’ll cast them out in Jesus’ name (ugh, Juni what an answer!). But I think the situation is pretty impossible, the ghosts will surely be afraid of me!”

If you were to run for senatorial candidacy in the near future, what would be your platform to win people’s votes?
JUNI: “Well, I would promote projects that would prioritize the poor (there goes the Ms. Universe answer!). I’ll campaign projects that would help the students. And many more. Anyway, I have no plans of being a politician.”

If you were to willingly become a sexy star in a cheap Pinoy flick, what would be your screen name? And who would you wish to be your leading man?
JUNI: “Juni! What else?! (laughs!) Leading man, hmmm... Piolo.” (Holy eewness. I’m throwing up.)

If your voice wasn’t as heaven-sent, what talent should you have by now?
JUNI: “Dancing, drawing, sketching, designing!”

At 18, what are your strongest and weakest points?
JUNI: "I'm more confident now to stand on my own, not anymore afraid to be independent 'coz I believe in the real ME. And on the other hand, I still have many things I wanna do. But there are tempations ahead. Basta."

If you would die tomorrow, what would you in your remaining 24 hours on Earth?
JUNI: “I’ll spend the day with people close to my heart. I wanna show and tell them how special they were to me. Finally, I’ll pray for the whole world.” (Has she had any idea that she was talking to me and not to a priest?)

Anyway, we all love you Juni! Belated Happy Birthday!

***This is my first attempt as a journalist-wannabe, on interviewing a sought after persona (Juni, you must be titillating right now, yikes!).

Joshua/Jowa goofing around in the debutante's tarp.

High School friends: (from left) me, Kathie, Mariefer, Ralph, Iris, Angeli and Katrina
(MORE photos in elie' multiply)

[57] Communidad y Servicios

2007-06-04T12:49:00.000+08:00

[57]

Communidad y Servicios

I know, the Spanish is so awful. Anyway, this is a late post of what I actually did in my SUMMER CLASS! It ain't that boring, people.

Community service is a very vast subject matter. I often ask myself who to help, why should I help, and how can I help in the community. In the end, my questions become dormant.

I was absent in the first meeting for our CWTS 2 but thanks to my org-mates who were in CMC that time, they signed my name up in the SIPAT (Sine Patriyotiko). I got keyed up because for the first time, I altogether with our group of six will make a documentary. (I began to hallucinate of having a quality video ala Howie Severino’s work.) SIPAT is a non-government organization that produces film productions catering to the side of the people that have less power── in short, SIPAT embodies progressive media. So I thought in the first place that this was not going to be that easy. As much to my concern, they were first-rate in making documentaries (they showed us the award-winning “Mula 3^rd Ave Hanggang Sa Dulo”). The thing that complicated my relationship with them is their way of facilitating the almost-a-month combined instruction and application we had come upon. In UP, I have these two organizations that are at least, organized. I’m sorry but I think this NGO needs a steady direction in their endeavors.

In the first two-day lecture, I was moderately participative. The first one was so academic that I cannot help but to stay hushed. The latter was spent revolving on the concept of Art and the preparatory tutoring for the next shooting days. This was something new to me so I dug in the discussion actively.

The following pre-production was elating because this was the official start of the ‘field work’. We were finally immersed in the aforementioned place casually called MAISAN (Sampaloc, Manila). The place was not as horrid as what I see in TV: it was a spacious cemented street and the shanties aligned on the sidewalks so I became more comfortable.

We spent the first days there to ask people about their status and experiences as the years went by. Though their houses do not fill my judgment, they smiled so often that I had so much to thank for, for being not born with the same situation. This not out of being mean/matapobre; this is out of sympathy, why can all of humanity be in a decent, normal, and well-mannered life and living? It is a grave societal problem that needs a grave solution.

For virtually a week, we were in the place to scrutinize their economic and social problems. I was astounded that there are residents in Maisan who are members of Party Lists like Kabataan, etc. I thought that the typical squatters have nothing else to think about than how they can uplift their lives and not matters concerning the society. But as an irony, they encompass a big problem called non-coordination. They themselves who share almost the same burden have not come up to the idea of fighting and striking as a whole against the mistreating people for their rights basically as a human individual (one of our interviewee a 59-year old vendor told us she was slapped by a policeman on her face when she complained of being maltreated), and also their clamors against the government (the relocation sites offered to them are reported first-hand to us that it was far from their livelihood, from school and almost from civilization.) But why aren’t they doing anything?

Moving on, we had a group conference in their office accordingly to suggest in the flow of our film project. I told them that I fancied on having a documentary with a Kapuso Mo, Jessica Soho format in where it starts with a question (what is Maisan?) proceeding to its geography, history, to the problems and offered solutions and finally a challenge for the residents in the end. The next day, in the shoot, I was one of the cameramen. Abi and I alternately held the cam for the shoot. I never knew I can be an efficient human tripod: I can be position my arm still during half-an-hour interviews! The last days were more hassling than anyone expected: the post-production almost made us nuts! The editing turned out to be time-consuming so I just sat beside our editor and suggest on whatever.

And yes, community service is a very vast subject matter. This practicum has led me to the thought of media specifically film documentation as a vital aide not only as an eye-opener to the general public but as an advocator. And it’s not so simple; the immersion signals your full-belonging to the community. I also learned that there are other worse urban poor communities in the country; and as part of the media and a future practitioner, I have a mission to let somebody, umm everybody, see that we have to do something. As for now, I have somebody in commitment to── the poor Filipino people even though they have become desperate. Like what my Phil History told our class, we only have the Philippines, and we only have Filipinos.

A spoof pic from our editing-the-documentary process

(from Abi's multiply)

[56] I cried "WOLF! WOLF!" but Red Riding Hood came to the Rescue

2007-05-30T18:44:00.000+08:00

[56]
I Cried "WOLF! WOLF!" but only Red Riding Hood Came to the Rescue

I feel terrible. I feel uneasy. I feel unspeakably weird.

I wanna be jovial again.

This confusion prompted me this morning to text people this SMS,
"Everything I see is turning weirder. Wah! Sana bumalik ulit iyong dati."

Shit, I'm feeling sick. I need time to rejuvenate and unwind. I'm actually not having rests in Ilocos. And I don't want to get back to Manila to enroll. God, the pollution and my pamangkins will kill me.

***I'm gonna post some pics of what I did in this non-splendid summer vacation[?!].

Outside the resort yesterday, I took attempts of jumpshots with friends. I wanna jump high!

[55] Tired

2007-05-20T14:10:00.000+08:00

[55]

Tired

I'm soooo tired... = s

[54] Oppose!

2007-05-17T10:25:00.000+08:00

[54]
Oppose!

Looking back in the latest partial unofficial results, it is obvious that most of them appear from the Genuine Opposition my smile is reaching on both ears! This is a sensitive sign that the Filipino people have not yet forgotten about Gloria’s action of getting the votes ‘well-guarded’ by daft commissioner Garcillano, in which the law reprimands it as a violation. “Hello, Garci?!” (Watch: ‘At all Cost’ a documentary, my groupmates told me.)

Of course, the Team Unity holds a very engaging platform. Unity. Unite and be prosperous! It would seem very unintelligent to protest in the streets often against the government than helping for the economy to thrive── this is what they’re promoting. Naturally, no human would want war instead of peace; no nonviolent Filipino would pick the choice of being congested in the urban traffic because of rallies. Well come on, you guys have a serious gap in your information load and social responsiveness.

Rallies look very barbaric to the elitists; wasting time and money, not to mention abusing the vocal powers, indulging to body malodor and helping in your melanin proliferation. But did you not know that when a certain socio-civic group would want their concerns to be studied and supported by the government, their typewritten complaints are dumped and shelved so effortlessly? To this, the group members gather into a mass and raise their plaque cards yelling at the top of their lungs just for the government to hear their clamors, literally.

I chose many of the GO candidates because they know how to OPPOSE. To oppose is to fight, to resist and to contest of what you know is true. I am not a leftist like what you’re thinking but my philosophies cater to the general public. (When you tell someone you’re from UP, they say that you’re a demonstrator.) But please, you won’t see me in the pedestrian yelling with a plaque card. My time and laziness forbid me.

I have been immersed in a squatters’ area in Sampaloc lately in my NSTP-CWTS and I’ve heard many have not gone to the precincts because they themselves lack hope in their votes and lack trust in the candidates.

For the Team Unity creeps, GO unite yourselves!

P.S. Ralph Recto’s ad saying that the E-Vat has done so many (at least favorable) things in the country is an absolute lie. Puh-leez. Who actually are gaining so much from it? The rich people! Well, it does not reflect in the needy.

Prospero Pichay’s latest ad (God, he has thousands of ads) with a line, “Sama sama nating itanim ang ating tagumpay!” turns my stomach! He’s so self-assured! Though, he has my sympathies. Kawawa naman siya.

It recalls me of my first and last rally back in December '06. The NO TO TOFI campaign.

Here with blockmate Shen.

[53] Election for Reconsideration

2007-05-12T14:51:00.000+08:00

[53]
Election for Reconsideration

Election's approaching.
Vote wisely people.
TRANSLATION: Don't vote the epals, TV actors, boxers, feign politicians, blah blah.

*Angel Locsin's endorsing the Kabataan Party List. I'm so part of the youth. Wink.

Eat the pechay. Peace!

[52] Don't Worry, it's just L.S.S.

2007-05-12T13:44:00.000+08:00

[52]
Don't Worry, it's just L.S.S.

I am experiencing the Last Song Syndrome with the following as my crooning piece:

ALL OUT OF LOVE (~~Air Supply~~ Westlife)

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone thinking of you till it hurts. I know you hurt too but what else can we do? Tormented and torn apart. I wish I could carry your smile and my heart for times when my life feels so low! It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring when today doesn't really know, doesn't really know.

I 'm all out of love; I'm so lost without you. I know you were right believing for so long. I 'm all out of love, what am I without you? I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong.

I want you to come back and carry me home away from these long lonely nights. I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem, oh, so right? And what would you say if I called on you now, and said that I can't hold on? There's no easy way, it gets harder each day! Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone!

I 'm all out of love; I'm so lost without you. I know you were right believing for so long. I 'm all out of love, what am I without you? I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong.

Oh, what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of? Oh, what are you thinking of? What are you thinking of?

2007-05-08T11:11:00.000+08:00

[51]

What’s up Dog?

I have contemplated that there is no apparent reason for dogs to exist (uh, coexist with us!) in this planet.

Sure they are loyal, gentle, placid to their masters ONLY. They growl. They chase. They bite ‘strangers’. But upon contextualizing ‘strangers’, we crop up two sorts: the bad often referred to in Tagalog as the “masasamang-loob” , and the good in which people categorized under are the same people who are doomed to death when seeing the sign that reads “BEWARE OF DOGS!”. Yes, I am relatively evil but I’m someone who does not murder, steal, propagate anything that’s against the Ten Commandments, or kidnap people for discounted ransom. So I still belong to the latter category. And I find it inadequate to learn the dogs’ alphabet just to relate my violent remarks to these bushy domesticated (wait, some are askals/asong-kalye) creatures.

Ahead of my dawn here on Earth, a filthy hirsute dog named Suman was our pet already. He was ancient though he was tender to me. He often stayed in the doormat that welcomes our living room at night to sleep. Until one day, he was found breathless and motionless observably he was dead.

Years after, in my early grade school, my mom brought me home a puppy. I named her Jelly because in that same day, my cousin gave me dozens of jelly sticks. This naming at least marked in my history though droll and funny. Eventually, Jelly grew up and like any other wandering dogs in our place, she was impregnated. The sperm donor was not confirmed ‘til now but the dog of our neighbor three houses away was put into primary suspicion. She bore three adorable puppies with different, umm, pigments. The gray one was Jericho; the brown, Jerry; and the pinkish was Jinky. I know the names sound stupid you can guess on the first letter of the mother’s name quick! My dad took with him in Narvacan Jericho and Jerry. Because of school, I have never bothered to take in mind what happened next. Sorry, but all I could remember was Jelly died one day. And as for Jinky? God, my memory is horrifying.

In my grade school, I had time-varying sundos/fetchers. In my 5th grade, my sundo was just our neighbor. One school day, I dressed too early so I went there first instead of them going to our house. As I was opening their gate, their bony brown dog barked so loud. To my shock, I ran fast away from him and of course, he began running after me! For the first time, I used my gathered Speed and Agility I’ve kept all my life.

Dogs are born with fangs; I’m born with masticating teeth only. Can you see the fairness? There was a period in my childhood when I go out with my cousins at days before Christmas Eve to carol in our neighborhood. Don’t look down on us we make more money than those teenagers with guitars and transportations back then. When we sing (or wail) at stingy people’s houses, they send out their dogs to make us leave. Witty.

Gratefully in my High School days, I have not experienced any dog rampage. Little did I know that the time was a disguised preparation for the next upcoming years. College. Everybody knows that I lived in my tita’s house here In Marikina wherein they own a dog named Jordan, much like Suman which was old too. His fur has colors brown to black. Though he was chained, he was fierce in my first months here. As for recently, I can walk in his territory; though there are times when he stands up and I am forced to give him bits of bread just to give way for me.

Also last Sunday, I was to bring back my laundered comforter from the Laundry house in our village. The laundry-lady let me wait inside while she gets my change as I was embracing the sweet-smelling comforter in plastic. After a few minutes, their Dalmatian came out and began to stare at me. I remained motionless for seconds while praying for the laundry-lady to get back fast. Meanwhile, the Dalmatian wiggled his tail and I thought it was a sign of his hospitality. Until suddenly he gave me a woof-woof-woof and charged towards me! I was trembled so I threw the comforter right on him and ran swiftly! The laundry-lady saw me and began to giggle.

Laundry-lady: ‘Wag ka kasing tumakbo. DI yan nangangagat. (giggling still)

Me: Ate, sinugod niya ko bigla. (I’m foolishly giggling at myself too)

I detest dogs!

I have heard many stories from friends too like the one who had a grandpa and his nurses being attacked viciously by their German shepherd with a shallow reason. There were reported bloodstains. My blockmate Shen who has a job to feed their dog regularly was bitten in the fingernail one time. My group mate in CTWS1 had also encountered the same situation as the previous.

I know you guys out there with dogs that sit, roll over and do Math are pointing your middle fingers at me. Bahala kayo. I have no oppositions to your cases. It’s just me, mind you.

You see, Dogs are somehow best friends of Man. But as the obsolete Pinoy movies state, “Mabait na Kaibigan, Masamang Kaaway”

[fiftieth] Operation: Helen of Troy

2007-05-06T10:24:00.000+08:00

[fiftieth]

Operation: Helen of Troy

"Guys, alam niyo ba kung sino ang may-ari ng Corolla Altis plate-numbered XMB 236? na-abduct po kasi iyong victim. pls reply to 0926******* & pass 2 CMC friends"

This was the text message roving in our cell phones last Friday, as I and some classmates were listening to the substantial lecture from our NGO (Non-government office) film practitioners for our NSTP-CWTS. I read it thrice; I did not get it: how could he/she be abducted in his/her car, in the parking lot? Is this a gimmick, in which the supposedly bawling 'victim' was just strolling around?
It slightly bothered me that I sent too text messages to my Mass Comm friends especially to the ladies (I-m not a chauvinist!) that night saying, "Ui, ikaw ba iyong na-kidnap?" And of course, they thought I was kidding them.

Moving on, you must know that being abducted is not so flattering-- that you’re one rich kid ran after by hoodlums. So in case of feared abduction, these tips come in handy:

1. As soon as your eyes, mouth and hands are fastened or plastered with hankies, sticking tapes and/or super glue (eek! It reminds me of "House of Wax"), stay unruffled and don't shriek ever. This will give them a notion of not hitting you in the tummy. You're spared form the damsel-in-distress persona, rejoice! Should you have the goad to rebuke or retaliate against them, they will treat you like an animal. Admit it, you can not fight against these kinds of animals.

2. When they bring you to the dim dramatic single-bulb room or place, ask them if you could go and to the restroom. Apply all your acting skills to obtain their compassion. OF course the condition is that they will guard you outside. And if luckily yo'’re now in the john, exit through the window (that is, if the coast outside is sure clear). Otherwise you snatch the container beside the toilet bowl that reads MURIATIC ACID. Then after turning the knob to go out from the john, splash it to the ones guarding you and chuckle like there’s no tomorrow---whereas you can get potentials for being held hostage once again of you don’t run fast. Quick now!

3. Hide behind the bushes near you. Make a siren-like sound (read: policemen cars) from your vocals to get them to wrack and ruin. Hooray!

I now feel the craving for our sleazy politicians to experience the doom of being abducted. I know we have the same mirthful thing in mind, you guys am I correct?

In the aforementioned report, I hoped that it stayed as a rumor. No dirty things going on. If the victim was a leftist, that's another thing.

[49] Maricris on Forced Refrigeration

2007-05-01T14:12:00.000+08:00

[49]

Maricris on Forced Refrigeration

I have not been watching PBB (the phony ludicrous franchised Pinoy Big Brother) lately that I was shocked to see Bruce Quebral and Wendy Valdez to have some recondite romantic affair as well as Nel Rapiz and Maricris Dizon. Enough reason on my rare viewing is because of the apprehension that this show has no concept at all: no sense, relevance or significance. This show that hails all 'big' sponsors and extravagant publicity is nothing but a gimmick-- ABS-CBN can not find its worthlessness thus overusing the Filipinos' exceptional mentality of voyeurism. We like to see what's going on. So we sneak a look. We like to involve ourselves with other people’s lives (tsismoso po tayo). For your information, Big Brother in other countries generally has an episode broadcasted only once a week. That measures our pagka-tsismoso a lot, don't you think?

But last week, I tuned in once again.

A controversy was heating up the wok as Maricris, whose voice is crispy enough, kept on interrogating Beatriz Saw if she too liked Nel. "God, forgive her, for she does not what she was doing." It went s omething like this:

MARICRIS: Gusto mo ba si Nel?

BEA: Hindi.

MARICRIS: God knows.

To that, Cris can not stop herself from being jealous (or so we thought) that she found herself having a rage against Bea. And it started.

Mornings after and finally a stimulating confrontation occurred in the cool kitchen. Cris babbled and babbled, questioning Bea's avoidance against her while the latter tried to calm herself down. Last Sunday’s episode almost ate its time with their frenzied and infuriated argument. I was thrilled!

Many friends then sent me text messages that same moment which went like, in derision, criticizing Cris as an insecure ill-tempered ngarag palengkera who has some interest in the least interesting man (well, at least in the House). It's also quite amusing, that this Bea girl has found something called bursting-the-bubble phase in her demure, not to mention boring, personality.

Meanwhile, I think Cris needs some hibernation in a refrigerator or even a freezer. She can already substitute Pyro in X-Men, Human Torch in Fantastic Four or Incredible Hulk. She needs a break, and that is no joke. I think her eviction by force from the swampy House is apt for her case. If her blood pressure is low, thanks God! And the cause behind this (which is Nel) is so, umm, petty. Who dares to disagree?

The latter part of the program had Cris as the superior loser: one person you would love to hate. She had grasped at least Bea's opinion towards her that she was indeed 'pushy'. And it ended there. She walked out having in mind that she’s one pushy personification of Mount Pinatubo. It occurred to me that she's also one of the people in this world who are misunderstood, though likewise she too misunderstands. She has insecurities in herself apparently that she cannot even express in her abysmal delivery of Tagalog (of course, she’s an Italian citizen!). She’s a human who cannot contradict for once, because the whole of humanity contradicts her. I pity her, with no questions.

But still, I think that PBB is a complete nonsense. I have reliable sources that say it’s scripted; well it would seem that way for me. So much that it’s not a 'telesrye of totoong buhay’'for these people do not even have lives to begin with. And so are the people watching it. But for some, it’s just symptoms of pure boredom. Just in case that this thing is really real, I say that Kuya is stirring their emotions. Honestly, as Maricris left the house, she did not learn anything.

MARICRIS: Kuya is so stupid that I must pretend I'm crying to hide my scorn fo him

[48] The Angel Wears Prada

2007-05-01T13:59:00.000+08:00

[48]

The Angel Wears Prada

I have no idea if Angel Locsin does wear Prada. Let's not go into that anyway.

Last Sunday in SOP, she was given the usual birthday tribute: a singing session (with Trillo and Gutierrez), video greetings from links, slide show of her show-business development, cakes and candles, and of course, a life-size bouquet. Do not naysay when I say she’s god-damn divine. Perhaps, she may be the synonym of the word "beautiful".

I first saw her on the Saturday teenybopper show, Click, in where she plays a amiable yet tomboyish girl-next-door role and had Bryan Revilla as her partner (calm down, I know it’s veryyy inappropriate). She was Charlie, from Charlotte. I know then that I liked her.

She was seen later as the goody-goody heroine. She was an aerial (literally) feathery woman in Mulawin; a gawked at with in red skimpy two piece superhero in Darna; a charming magician in Majika; and now as the adventurous daredevil in Asian Treasures. She has indeed done a lot of shows that people would conclude that she’s already nakakasuya. I do not question that, of course. But hey, what can your Bea Alonzo do? Can your Kristine Hermosa tumble and do martial arts? Your Claudine Barretto is not so cool now, you know. Excuse me for that. Insulting your ‘idols’, I don’t intend.

In a way, her movies caused my allowance to plummet down. I watched TXT last October and remarked, "Ang ganda!" Then last Christmas, I watched Mano Po 5 and cried out, "Ang ganda talaga!" Before we go further, a little reminder: I'm not yet that mad so relax!

Her asset that made me go wild was her ---eyes! If you would examine further, you would exclaim that hers was so oriental. So lovely. For now, you just can't take my admiration (almost addiction) off her. Eek!

[47] The Friend, the Fool and the F*cker

2007-05-01T13:51:00.000+08:00

[47]

The Friend, the Fool and the F*cker

Under quasi-scrutiny, I have seemed to undergo a phase of knowing some friends better and in the end--- firmly segregating them from my bin of 'real' friends. Many of which are esoteric and insular leading to being what people call, ostentatious. In Tagalog, plastik. Worry not; I would not resort to shoving you. I am civilized and I know what I’m doing. I would not name you guys. I would not publicize your reprehensible doings.

Still, I do not plunk myself in the chart or the pedestal of "The World's Greatest Friend" for I too become at some remorseful times plastik. That is when you bedevil and backstab me, and of course when you do the same to my true and beloved friends. I think, for some, I am a good actor; to that, I know well how to act as if I am a ‘friend’ to you. Beware.

I am not angry. Or I am just writing down my angst. I am anxious. And I am getting cynical of my social life. That I would spill my trust unto people and in the end, getting close-to-betrayed.

There you go. I just do not know why they have done these to me. I have considered them as important to me back then. I am rankled.

In the title, I refer 'the friend' to those people who still continue to be, well, my friends. I know them well and I thank you. 'The fool' is of course me with an unobvious reason (take that, if you’re an airhead.) Meanwhile, 'the f*cker is of course the sort of the people I mentioned. But still, I am not emasculated. I am strong, and since these people are out of my life, lest they know, I am back and cheerful again. I wish them luck. Bad luck.

PS. Just as I typed this, I was watching SOP featuring Angel Locsin's birthday tribute. I can not help but to ease myself. My trouble was somehow deferred.

[46] The Terminator

2007-04-24T14:40:00.000+08:00

[46]

The Terminator

Jan Margaux, a two-year old niece of mine is one heck of kiti-kiti. I took pictures of her. See all her alter egos. I know she's adorable but she's a lethal weapon sugar-coated!

Religious.

Commercial Model.

For a Horror/Suspense flick.

Constipated?

Wiz.

[45] My Cousin's Wedding

2007-04-24T13:43:00.000+08:00

[45]
My Cousin's Wedding

I would think that marriage is much like jumping out from a flying plane without a geared up parachute on your back. It’s an ambivalent mode of fear and trepidation, as well as excitement and thrill that you're holding hands with the one you chose to grow old with. Getting married is a hard decision: you leave or limit all your bad habits like barkada outings, inumans, computer games, and etcetera, for one human who has an anatomy greatly different from yours, and practically brings out the Cornyology in you. Hey, I’m single.

Manang (Ilocanos actually use the term "manang" for politeness, as for "ate" in the Tagalog, to women older than ours) Julette was a jovial first cousin of mine, so much like a sister, who just came back in the Philippines after 2 years of nursing work in the Bahamas to renovate their house--- and to marry.

Sir Glenn, in my knowledge, was a nursing professor in St. Paul, College Department, Ilocos Sur; I saw him do theatre for 2 consecutive years namely "Annie" and "Sound of Music" (in which I was a performer too).

I did not know for a while that these people-one I know my entire life, and the other from school-reaped fame -were on.

Just last Saturday, their close-to-majestic marriage took place in Bantay Parish Church (or is it Cathedral?) with a motif of leafy green and Father Paderes as the celebrant, at 3 PM that I willingly absented myself for Friday in my NSTP-CWTS. It was a mass assembly of SPCIS nuns and teachers from the well-known, infamous to the unknown. Before that, I was handpicked by the bride to take pictures from her digital camera being a photographer. I thought of it as my photojournalistic career debut and it actually stimulated me! But with such disappointment, I ended up missing the "you may kiss the bride" portion. (All together now) STUPID BARRY!

After the sacrament, we proceeded to the St. Paul Atrium as the venue of the reception. I guess it was a little family reunion that all my relatives bring together to project support and bliss for the newly-wed couple. The family members either form Manila or somewhere else sprouted out. The weather cooperated not as well as Margaux's (my niece) mood and the microphone of the host too. Though, I had so much fun indeed that I had never regretted that one tally mark in my attendance in class. Besides, this can be the last reunion. I just hope not.

The Reintegrado clan and some relatives. As you can see, I was informal. Gee, I was a photographer; I can't run around and taking pictures in barong or long-sleeves or whatever.

Bantay Church (or is it Cathedral?)
It's located strategically in a hilltop. It's pretty cool here.

[44] It's Burning, Man!

2007-04-24T13:35:00.000+08:00

[44]

It's Burning, Man!

The heat is on, and I'm being literal here. Bikinis, curves, tans and (salt or chlorinated) water are not enough to level with the scorching, blistering and searing weather that is currently settling unfavorably in the metropolitan, as well as in the other localities in the country. As obvious evidence can be the moments after I take a cool bath --that I get soaked in pure sweat, fast. Indeed, this is one adverse "gifts" of the sun which we basically had dealt with since birth. In a tropical country, Jose Rizal once said that we Filipinos have the potentials of getting tired easily (of course, as a justification of our languor as speculated by the Spaniards). Our perpetual dream to get rid of the sun in the Philippines is somehow proportional to that to have snow to shower upon us. But still I love the sun, occasionally.

The strategic geography of the PI excludes us though from the sub-zero temperatures, amusing snow angels, seasonal winter, ubiquitous ice skating and of course, fun. Almost everywhere in the country, the umbrella is used as safeguard from the sun’s rays. Though in Baguio, "The Summer Capital of the Philippines" ironically one of the areas in the archipelago with a tolerable cool temperature, you could put into overuse the quilts that your Lola stitched you and be likewise, cool. You also get to utilize your heater and chimney for-crying-out-loud, and start having hearth as make the entire experience as memorable as you wanted to be for God's sake. You see students with jackets and sweatshirts as part of their school attires. And now that the said place has been exploited gradually, we shall need another 'Baguio'. But how? Call Prospero Pichay. He’ll do the rest; when he questions, recite his illustrious quote thrice. If he still questions, claim yourself as one of his fans. And if he still questions, repeat first step and so on.

Now, how can we really solve this consistent problem? Take a look at my research from Microsoft Encarta (with my proceeding bobbing comments):

"First aid for heat exhaustion begins with removing the affected person from the source of heat to a cool place, preferably near a fan or air conditioner."
Translation: Allocate yourselves away from the PI. Let’s say, in Japan or Greenland.

"Elevate the person’s legs to improve blood circulation to the brain; loosen clothing; and cool the body with wet compresses or ice packs, but not an alcoholic rub. Massage the arms and legs if cramping occurs"
Translation: Enroll in a spa for a lifetime. Don’t worry about the fee it’s practically free! How? Collect all your garapons at home and contain your sweat in it. Those will constitute your alternative fee.

"If the person is responsive to conversation and not nauseated, give electrolyte beverages or water that is slightly salty. If neither of these is immediately available, give cool water alone. However, do not give the person alcohol or caffeine, which interfere with the body’s ability to regulate temperature, and do not administer any medication to reduce body temperature. Also, stop the person from cooling too quickly to prevent shock, a reduction of blood flow to body tissues that can cause increased anxiety; pale, cool, clammy skin; rapid, weak pulse; possible fainting; or in more serious cases, coma or death. A person who experiences heat exhaustion should be checked by a doctor after several hours of rest, and should not engage in strenuous activities for one or two days."
Translation: huh?

Perhaps heat is inevitable (this does not actually make an excuse of why we're lazy); it’s just a balance of nature. Worrying about the weather is senseless if we stop there. I know it’s beyond our power that even PAG-ASA is so much far-fetched to believe in. The heat is just an obstruction to what we can attain dramatically. The point is that it’s just one of the skull-drilling environmental issues concerned. In reality, we Filipinos love to complain (ang init, 'tang ina!) and yet we subside upon done immediate lousy action where in fact, it can be drawn a solution. And the first is actually done more than solving.

Surely in the meteorological cycle, it will rain but I am a Filipino, thus I shall certainly again complain.

[43] Shake Rattle Enroll

2007-04-17T13:57:00.001+08:00

[43]

Shake Rattle Enroll

The classic gag refering to UP as a "University of Pila" is virtually a fact.

Last Thursday when I arrived here in Manila with my weird haircut, at 6 in the morning, I had no idea what horrible thing would happen later that I took a nap for two hours. I woke up and ate breakfast then gulped on a Centrum Complete capsule. Consequently, I proceeded to UP a.s.a.p. for my summer NSTP-CWTS enrollment and saw the nose-flicking crowd which almost gave me a migraine. In addition, the pioneering Real-Time system of enrollment was ruefully introduced. It went like this: 'those who did not acquire their desired subjects through the CRS Online will have a chance to enlist again on the registration itself by going to the Computer Center and printing their own Form 5' [pardon to those who cannot relate; it's even harder than what you're thinking]. That is, if you take a line with ALL other UP students. So it's not just a line. It's a looooooooooooong line. We felt like frustrated wannabe stars who would risk our last ounces of fortitude on Earth just to have a 'slot' with the achievers of American Idol or even local Startsruck.

From 10:30 to 6, dusk I was with Sandy! Don't even imagine: we could not spell PROGRESS, PATIENCE, or HOPE anymore, for more than eight hours of waiting to death. Luckily at the beginning of the unexpected Calvary, she brought magazines and Sudoko collections that at least took 1/10 of the boredom we encountered hellishly. Then we resorted to having grade school games with the help of pens and papers. Our high hopes were in climax that we both thought of not surrendering till the end. When it was 4:30, we looked so stressed that AC who was before us in the line seemed lifeless, unresponsive and motionless. I then told Sandra, "Let's be optimistic, we can make it early.' And she replied, "Be realistic, we'll be there inside at 6!" Poof! We were inside by 6! Gratefully, the Internet server worked that we got our schedules in a breeze. But it didn't stop there.

The Friday the 13th came to the limelight when I continued the next steps of the registration. After I had the signature of the present adviser, Ma'am Lambino [infamous for making taray and all], I submitted with Ate Au my unissued Form 5 to the Administration's Office and asked, "What time will it be assessed po?" We got an answer of "3 o'clock siguro ng hapon...ng Tuesday. Joke!" Great, I thought, 4 coma-inducing days of enrollment, how hard can it be?! They tell me.

Waiting for our assessed Form 5's, my blockmates Mish and Gene and orgmate Ate Ge were in horror of the thought that by we can't make it that day. When it was 3:50, our names were called that we hurridly whooshed to AS to finally pay our matriculations! Perhaps the nightmare was neutralized after learning that the fee for NSTP was half the supposed one. Yipee! I had a good kickback, man!

And yes, I'll be in Manila for five weeks from now on but I won't get lousy out of it for sure. Summer for me this year has come to a lamentation, but hey what could I do? P.S. DISMAYING HEADLINE: Blockmates Jau, Shen, Shereen and Mics have shifted out of Mass Comm. I hope they find their own real happiness in some other paths they take. :c

2007-03-28T14:40:00.000+08:00

[42]

DJ Day

I'll just post pics of me, Sandy and Kuya Reuben. It happened last Thursday.

[pics from sandy's multiply].

I'm too lazy to type. All I know is that I was with Sandy the whole day

from DZUP station to the skywalk exploiting the school's wi-fi with our laptops.

With Sandy

Meddling on Low-tech audio appliances

Enter Kuya Reuben

2007-03-22T09:05:00.000+08:00

[41]

Tales of the Summer-loving Sucker

People would sometimes raise a brow when I'd tell them how much I love a bright glorious sunny day. I have the potential of a biological solar energy absorpent, wherein I am categorically 'meteoric': high-spirited when the sun is blazing hot, and dull when clouds or rainshowers hover. The sun is virtually my daily vitamins. Hence, I await for summer.

Summer in the Philippines is spelled H-E-L-L! I could mistake anyone for Lucifer (and metaphorically, it's truthful when I'm in the metro). But still I liked it. What's the problem when the sky is stunningly blue, huh? When the laundried clothes dry off in hours? When every barkada outing, lakad, date or just tambay is easily set up to the last minute when you wanted to? When you start to shelf and stock up your books, notebooks or anything that construct academic value? It's LIFE. Purposive to that, the most common notion of summer is vacation. I actually sleep more than 8 hours a day to saitisfy my ultimate goal back when I tire myself studying till both the long snd short hands of the clock strike at 12, thus the sprouts of eyebags. I do whatever I want.

I remember in my COQC aspirancy, specifically in our 'summer training', we looked more or less like branched-out twigs. I did rolling before we could eat have our lunches. I did push-ups 1 PM in the afternoon, offering our palms to the almost-flaming outdoor basketball court. I was 'punished' in feared military manners, bruning the skin of my respective nose and adjusting my pigment to the exact opposite.

This summer, I have in my calendar list debut parties of highschool friends (read: Juni, Christine), reunions, barkada trips, CWTS (Civil Welfare Training Service) in UP with blockmates and orgmates, slumbers, sleepovers, and of course lotsa scoops of ice creams and tumblers of halo-halo's.

Here's what you can do this summer: for college students like me, who shall have classes...

food trips. slumber. sleepovers. lakads. no summer trainings as in swimming lessons and stuff. meditate. yoga, anyone? take pics.

My freshmen school year has some to a blissful end. Special thanks to Block K-6 06-07 and UP Mass Communicators' Organization for making my first year in college a blast.

The EQ-Rean: entertainment quiz show on Korean pop culture was successful!

[picture above from kuya Bikoy's multiply] Ate Tel and Kuya Chesa hosting the fantastic event.

My shoot with Ate Eka's film of virtually was nerve-wrecking! I'll post pics soon!

To the graduates, I wish you EXPLOSIVE FUTURES AHEAD!

[forthieth] Mind My Own Business

2007-02-24T09:39:00.000+08:00

[forthieth]

Mind My Own Business

Yes, I'm busy.

Congrats Migliore Cumulo/Batch 06 B for overcming the arduous application!

Welcome! Actually, Twigs and Jelline are not in the pic. Last kasi sila. Iyon.

Me, ate Flau, Simon and two others

Iris, Tiffy, Marian, Meg, Pao

DZUP Radio Circle applicants

DZUP Members:

from left- Ate Gellene, Ate Jen, Ate Kim, Ate Rach, Ate Adie, Ate Yya and Sandy!

Induction. with Kuya Leo and Ate Abby

With ate Abby and blockmate Wang Li An/ Cheri

pics from kuya Joma

and Sandy

[39] Pacquiao and the others' The Impossible Dream

2007-02-15T08:12:00.000+08:00

[39]

Pacquiao and the others' The Impossible Dream

I know that having high aims in life is practical, unless you're not a human being. I would not mind President Gloria hoping, rather wishing, to have her height doubled the next morning, or Tuition Fee Increase in UP come to an abrupt destruction in one swish of a magic wand. It's totally not bad to be that ambitious, right?

Enter Manny Pacquiao and the others, hall of famer politician-wannabes,who are the same people I would better incinerate than watching them in public television yelling their platforms accompanied by these [ear-splitting/grating/coma-inducing] novelty songs. Jesus Christ!

Days ago, Fuckman affirmed his candidacy for congressman in his place, Gen. Santos perhaps. I surveyed many people who can almost throw up. "Anong gagawin nya dun? Susuntok-suntok?" These kinds of people must stick to the fields they are exclusively strong in, says Steph. In Unang Hirit, he was interviewed via phone patch and when asked, what to do in case [in any dreadful calamitous case] he wins as well, a congressman, he replies, "I'll be the bridge between the people in my place and in Manila. I'll probably implement many projects that will pursue education. *blah blah blah*" Grrrr. Of course, he's gonna be the BRIDGE--it's the congressmen's JOB! And wait, education??? One who hasn't even graduated [or has he??] knows something of these laws, and other forms of political science???

Many tapings had Richard Gomez missed as the time nears for the national elections. God have mercy on Him! Another actor who tries to make a fool out of himself again is following the trails of Lito Lapid, Bong Revilla, Tito Sotto and of course Erap, the supposedly phenomenon. My tita said, "Ang tanga lang ang boboto diyan!" I willingly agree. In the first place, the tradition here in the country is that stardom is a stepping stone to politics. I can't imagine Jessica Zafra maiming the moment she first heard that the hunk of her generation would enter the disgusting world of politics! Laugh!

Like Gomez who allegedly won a slot in the Administration party, Tito Sotto settles with them too. I am confused that these formerly Opposition people now would dance on the other side of the floor. Lito Lapid, on the other hand, is also unacceptable. One who is not not not not [that's quadruple negative] fluent in English has become a senator years ago. I know that English is not the best criterion for someone to be a politician, but hey, it's reality, and English whether he likes it or not, whether English likes him or not, he must achieve it.

So much for it, my blockmate Amae could perform a decade of meditation in Greenland just to kick Bong Revilla in the Senate House. As in ...she hates him! I can't blame her, it's politics.

So who is to blame then? I would point my middle finger to the politicians who graduated from fine universities with flying colors and stuff. When people see that they are no longer effective as that of actors/actresses who actually entertain with much less effort, they tend to choose the side of the latter who are rather believable and found to be credible, not to mention charismatic. It's a collision of the dignity of the person and in there, develops trust. Bird-brained humans tell that UP is indeed the breeding grounds for corrupt politicians, for cleverness is everywhere. Duhrrr. It just depends on the person, you guys. When you generalize, do some review of related literature. You are so narrow-minded[is that the English term for makitid and utak??]. Ehem ehem Raul Gonzales. I am afraid I'm stil 16 and cannot vote. Meaning, I am of no responsibility when then again, actors would have the limelight. Please naman oh, tama na.

These coming months, Meralco bills will deplete as the domestic people would rather do endless yoga sessions than opening the TV and watching those ugly freaks. That's more like it.

Vote wisely people.

Steph, Ruth and me try to get different angular shots!

Clockwise: Shen, Ruth, Meg, Pao, Steph

Sandy, Ruth and Marian: The Broad people!

photos from ruth

[38] Resurrection

2007-01-26T09:16:00.000+08:00

[38]

Resurrection

I have some busy schedule hovering my anatomy right now, and blogging gets last in the list of to-do's:

I've been trying to prevent my blood from pouring out my pores, for being in the depths of crying for salvation in these busy days in UP-MCO. The almost-genocidal do-this do-that activities are worth the fun! Visit Kuya Bikoy's site to view our Killing Amazing Race in video!

Good luck to my blockamtes: Mics, Twigs and Kea--appplicants for UP-MCO, and Mish, Shen--probationary members. Wah.

Congratulations to those who passed UPCAT! 300% Tuition Fee Increase awaits you. Wink.

Fellow UP-sters.. we, UP-MCO, invite you to attend our symposium on how to earn miney without sacrificing academic competence, entitled " SO WHAT KUNG UNO KA?? KUMIKITA KA BA??" It will be held in CAL AVR, January 29, 2:30 to 5 PM. See you!

I am currently under the application period, with Meg, Marian, Paolo, Jau, Ate Flau, Simon, Mish, of DZUP Radio Circle "BOSES NG UP"; this is for qualification of being a part-time disc jockey in our college {College of Mass Comm.]...so help me,I mean US, God. Yikes.

So long, guys. I'm gonna go to my class.

I'm with Chinese Wushu girl aka blockmate Che

WIth blockmate Jau and orgmate AC

MCOers. Tadaaa!

Photos from AC's multiply

[37] My Heart Has a Mind of its Own

2007-01-12T17:07:00.000+08:00

[37]

My Heart Has a Mind of its Own

God, I am not gonna be talking about love. I am a vacant moron who just makes fun of people so, uhh, never mind the title, for it's just the theme song of Mano Po 5: Gua Ai Di! And yes, the movie was ,umm, "great". Many critics would say it was not worth my p120 ticket, but hey, we differ! I love the actress as much as I loved the motion picture. And as part of an frenzy tradition, I watch Mano Po series every year.

Charity Co (Angel Locsin Colmenares Viloria) a hundred percent Chinese, has been embedded in the thought and tradition of being happily married to a sour guy of her kind and same single eyelids in some distant and displeasing future that she awaits, thanks to the overreacting sophisticated overhauled Yolanda, her mom (Lorna Tolentino). With discontent, Charity finds her love interest, Nathan (Richard Gutierrez)some Filipino veterinarian who must be an imbecile for he followed HER anywhere , the moment they first saw each other and defying all sorts of colds and flu as he let himself take a bath at some unpopulous street crossing. Yes, he's a fool. Why would he stay in a street where anytime, a Final-Destianations-inspired tenwheeler truck minced him to death?!

From a good-for-nothing iron-lacking nerd becomes Asian Pop Idol[?], Felix Yan, a Chinese-Filipino comes back to the country revisiting his childhood sweetheart, Charity, as Timothy Lam. He is pictured as Nathan's rival. Another fact, Nathan is hated by Charity's mom and suffice to mention, he is a stubborn guy who tried to get Yolanda's side and only succeeded on the last.

Well, I guess I enjoyed this movie. I know, call me a hemorrhoid, but hello, it's ANGEL LOCSIN!

[36] A Movie for Idiots

2007-01-12T16:46:00.000+08:00

[36]

A Movie for Idiots

I was with some High School friends when I saw it, and believe it or not, they were the ones who criticizzzed [with capital Z's] the movie while screeing, more than me.

For the movie's sake, I just wanna comment these little things:

Gretchen fashioned some newly-operated full lips.

Angelica was haunted by some magician-looking ghost. Hah!

Rica was pretty fluent in her English.

Don't watch this, people. Like, durr.

[35] Pesteng Kabisote,

2007-01-12T16:05:00.000+08:00

[35]

Pesteng Kabisote

This overrated film is too much for a Metro Manila Film Festival entry. I mean, it's like a reincarnation of Xmen3: The Last Stand,wherein every one in the heavy cast makes their own moment of satisfaction to the audience and to each played character that it became like a fruit shake: constituents of carrots, ampalaya and cookies-and-cream [yum!].

Enteng Kabisote (Vic Sotto), a selfless human by nature morphs to a self-centered businessminded idiot who takes no concerns on anyone or anything except the root of all evil [and commodity]--MONEY. Assisting his monkey business is the all-time favorite, Jose (Jose MAnalo)These extreme measures hit him out of his own house and by conflicts with wife Faye (Kristine Hermosa).

Meanwhile, Satana (Bing Loyzaga) adopts Zarkoy (Antonio Aquitania), a hideous alien slash lizard, and uses his shape-shifting ability in tresspassing the corners of Enteng's family and the powers of Ina Magenta, the man's woman-Hitler/mother-in-law (G Tongi) who has just transformed, thanks to magical cosmetics, into Allan K dragging her confidence down.

Of course, with helps form Shintaro (Joey de Leon) and Nador (Tito Sotto), Enteng saves the day. Nahh. The movie was not cool. It was for kids. It was corny. The previous one was pure goodness; not to mention, this movie has got all my neurotic and zenitih expectations.

No offense to the mall where I have watched this, but I felt sinking during the 90 minutes screening. The noise was grating. God, I was in a perya. The kids. The babies. The posers aka feelers. What more has the world got to offer?!

[34] Alcohol has it all

2007-01-08T12:13:00.000+08:00

[34]

Alcohol has it all

Yes, drinking, ahhh.
I don't drink---BEEEEP!

I drink, okay fine, verrrrrry rarely---at least occasional. Sometimes, I just get to the lonely fact that in a certain no-thanked-off occasion, I am required slash forced slash expected to sip. I despise it more often for in the first place, alcohol tastes sickening and smells genocidal. And too much drinking, not to mention leads gruesome effects. What good can it give??

So I went out with some High School friends (for the last time before the Christmas break halts, huhuhu) at Joana Cara's hilltop residence to have an unusual drinking session. They say friends give you the most infectious influence but hey, I'm no moron who would think a drunken person could look COOL. I don't want to experience the sour sarcasm of being in an inexplicable state when I have slurped more than what I can handle, say a bottle?

I went there to have pure fun and not the hyperacidity-culprit called alcohol. I borrowed Nix's digicam and took photos of any scene that amused me, for a moment. I then played cards with them only with naughty twists and then watched them ingest glasses of pineapple gin. With stupid innocence and unquenched thirst, I slurped a glass. IT started.

Thankfully, no one got drunk and most importantly, I was NOT. I know my mom would go ballistic if ever I confess. You know, sometimes alcohol becomes useful in some terrible cases. An alternative against heartaches and emotional problems, it transforms to a guiding presence. If we go beyond what we can handle, a hideous monster grows inside us and we should do anything to stop it.

Aww. Constipation.

Mrs. Valera: sabog version.

The Oblation counterpart: the "Destruction"

The skeleton and the scavenger

DRINKING?? Nahhh.

[33] New Year Revolutions

2006-12-29T15:18:00.000+08:00

[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!"

[32] Santa claus is an akyat bahay

2006-12-23T18:54:00.000+08:00

[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!!!

[31] The Oblation Rush

2006-12-20T14:56:00.000+08:00

[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.

[thirtieth] current events

2006-12-13T11:10:00.000+08:00

[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.

[29] Hello Christmas Vacation

2006-12-08T14:34:00.000+08:00

[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

2006-12-08T14:31:00.000+08:00

[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!!!!!!

[27] "that's HOT!"

2006-12-04T13:02:00.000+08:00

[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.

[26] meet YOUR president!

2006-12-01T09:51:00.000+08:00

[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

[25] runaway

2006-11-27T14:38:00.000+08:00

[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.

[24] Let me start it: FUHK YAO!

2006-11-23T12:58:00.000+08:00

[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.

[23] Don't ever glare.

2006-11-20T10:57:00.000+08:00

[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?!

[22] Petiteness

2006-11-16T13:44:00.000+08:00

[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

2006-11-16T13:18:00.000+08:00

[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!

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

2006-11-13T10:41:00.000+08:00

[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!

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

2006-11-05T11:35:00.000+08:00

[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!

[18] ...Continuation, of course

2006-10-28T23:36:00.000+08:00

[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!

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

2006-10-24T17:49:00.000+08:00

[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

[16] recently

2006-10-22T11:48:00.001+08:00

[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.

[15] be gone in vigan

2006-10-17T14:54:00.000+08:00

[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

[14] Drop the eavesdropping

2006-10-12T15:29:00.000+08:00

[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

[13] Kas-trated

2006-10-11T16:30:00.000+08:00

[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.

[12] few tips when depressed:

2006-10-09T15:36:00.000+08:00

[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...

[11] hope [definitely not the cigarette!]

2006-10-06T16:05:00.000+08:00

[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!

[tenth] skip this...

2006-10-05T15:32:00.000+08:00

[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.

[9] Understanding UST's glory

2006-10-03T16:40:00.000+08:00

[9]

Understanding UST's glory

It 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.

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

2006-10-02T15:09:00.000+08:00

[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.

[7] Survivor Season #17

2006-10-01T09:36:00.000+08:00

[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?

[6] I hate the rain!

2006-09-29T10:04:00.000+08:00

[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

[5] the corporate-dude

2006-09-18T13:37:00.000+08:00

[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.

[4] As you age, you gastos

2006-09-17T11:23:00.000+08:00

[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

[3] The missing gravy bottle

2006-09-14T15:07:00.000+08:00

[3]
The missing gravy bottle

hay...my new nat.sci.2 prof is drowzin us down. Imagine, our class is 1-2.30, what do you expect than to see us all like vegetables?! well, siesta time indeed. anyway, this morning in my PE class, Manny welcomed me by shoutin,
"Ohh...bagong gupit ah!"
haha, as a matter of fact, my new cut was done last week. Sabi ko, "Oi, hindi ah" They laughed; but actually, it's not that funny...wala lang, nakakaaliw[weird]

Ang sumunod na class [Creative writing] was unattended by our prof, so withsmiles in our faces, me-jp-ac-raniel-anj went to Katipunan to eat; haha, wala lang. Our next class is still 1 eh 10.45 pa lang. Too bad, AC was crying and crying [and crying] coz my nagnakaw ng laptop niya. Gee, i dunno...[kawawa talaga :-(]so there, we were in KFC na, and we were all hunting for the 'gravy-bottle'. Of course, hinablot ni JP at tsaka dinala sa table namin.JP is such a man with a thousand stomach. We were all talking about how fast and how many he can eat besides his slim figure. Patawa talaga ah...here's our 'Investigatory-Project':

PROBLEM: why doesn't JP get any fatter such that he eats[everything]???
HYPO: fast metabolism...
lahi ng mga payat...
madaming ginagawa...
nag-eexercise lagi...
nagupuyat...
nagyoyosi...
EXPERIMENT: to disect JP[eew]
ANALYSIS: Neither of the given hypotheses were proven correct
CONCLUSION: nagdru-drugS!!! haha[ai, ewan]

Anyway, hi to jek [my first blog visitor!]
May PRODFEST ang org namin mamaya sa Kalayaan Dorm[5.30-7 pm]. SET pa naman ang incharge dun.I don't even know what PRODFEST means! At least I know, it's a festivity[malamang].

this days...im gonna be busy[why? d ku rin alam]...

hapee birthdays to...

Nix...sept.16
ME...sept.17
Jep...sept.18
Aien...sept.19
Ken...sept.20
oh, yan ah...im not expecting a gift [really]! I just want a brand new car...sana matamaan si Lord, at bagsakan ako ng kotse! Ugh, fool.

[2] spell HEHKTIHK

2006-09-13T11:35:00.000+08:00

[2]

spell HEHKTIHK

well,it is wednesday...no classes!
i have no time to review[yikes]

it's the start of Ber-month series! But still, it's damn mainit!

well, anyway...here's my misadventures for the recent days...
sept.2-field trip sa laguna...ang saya ng PINOY-HENYO namin sa bus! Thanks guys, I had fun. Justin has the talent!

sept.3--i got inducted na sa org namin...UP-MCO! great, at least i did it! congratulations to me...to me...to me...
to my batchmates, to my buddy and to me... [clap-clap]

sept.5--my Marine.Sci.1 prof fled off to Germany and my Geog prof just got ill...[yipee!] Oops, it meant a GO signal for me to visit my friends in Uste [jep-ada-mariefer-iris-aien]. Nag-lunch muna kami ni Aien sa WOK-THIS-WAY [nagtitipid, of course]. Shit, nadala ko from Ilocos and pagkalakwachero ko. Blech, is that even a good news? Umalis nako ng 5 dun at naabutan ko ang first GA[general assembly] ko sa Org. I am a member na ng SET team{special events team]; we do quiz shows, parties and parties; well, that's good! *

sept.6--Uste parin, andun na c mariefer...i told her,
"MARIA, nagmature ka ah!" anyway, may na-observe lang ako...nakaka-maroon pala ang pagpasok ng mga friends ko sa UST. Trust me,haha. They looked so...red-hot-chili-pepper!*

sept.7--nagpractice ng cheering cheers [malamang] for sunday's UAAP cheering competition!

sept.8--that damn ticket is haunting me even in my dreams[true!] Sinamahan ako ni Aien sa Gateway to look for that scalper. Take note:di sya sumasagot pag tinatawagan namin para makabili. GAGOng iyon! *

sept.9--we watched SHOCK VALUE in Guillermo Theatre in UP! Whoa, it's so so so goooood! for the UP-ans, nuod na...it's worth the P250. After it, Nag-meet kami ni Maui sa UP MAin Lib. She had cut her hair, but still her airport ourshines[wink]

sept.10--UAAP day! Punyeta! Cheering na...8.30 nasa LRT-katipunan ako, papuntang Cubao, pero lecheng machine...puro barya ang isinukli sa P50 ko...huhu! Andun na si Mika[ang tagal ko siyang hinanap] who was falling in line together with her schoolmate. I was with ada-godo-a friend of theirs-aien-her classmate-mika-her schoolmate-joy! ang saya, we seated sa may FEU, it was a nice view you know. Though, I cheered for my school...haha! I had fun[fun fun] *

sept.11--start na ng doubles sa PE[badminton] ko! weeee....

sept.12--GA again. Our 'Katipunan-jeep' group increased! haha, there's kaye-simon-au-me-ac...weeh! Sorry Jox, di kita nasamahan sa Uste, I got classes, ya know..next time, dude.

sept.13--do the laundry[?!]

LEGEND:
*--ksama ko c aien[haha]

[first]

2006-09-04T16:53:00.000+08:00

[first]

thiss ish my firsh

yeah, my firsh

BLOG!!!

...finally