A Very Special Day

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MS. ANNE RICE!!! I love you and your work!

Facing Hopelessness

Just what do you do when you feel like The Universe is conspiring against you? When you spend late nights scribbling, enumerating plans, having inexplicable visions that make you feel good - only to crash land in one, two, three seconds?

Such is what I am facing right now, or more like for years. There always seem to be something keeping me from getting there. I may not be the most industrious little worker in the assembly line of life, but man, I know I deserve something better.

Yes, I am complaining. Complaining that life was never easy on me. Living is definitely not free. And with every little mistake I pay with buckets full of tears and regrets. Every wrong decision, I pay with nights and nights of sleeplessness.

Sometimes I even hit my head for all the stupid things I've done, and still am capable of doing. As I've always said in the past, never underestimate my stupidity.

You know me. I know you know that I'm a very optimistic person. Oftentimes, I am, yes sir! But I am also human. I get tired. I get frustrated. It feels unfair. Sometimes I just want to give up.

But I know I can't. Or shouldn't. I will not be a silver scar in the face of society. I won't waste what God had so generously given me.

So bring it on, hopelessness. You're not taking me down. As long as I'm alive I'm never giving hope. I may rest a while, pause, smell the carcass, but I am definitely not stopping. Not until the last breath of life leaves my body.

And maybe someday I'll write my autobiography. And I'll end it with a mighty sentence I alone boastfully own. Til that day comes, I'll be enduring what The Universe is joyfully giving me. Death is my only defeat. But then again, maybe not even Death.

=)

Why can't we be like kids?

To love without analyzing.

To apologize without pride.

To forgive without thinking that it might just happen again.

To cry when we're hurt.

To laugh like we have no problems.

To ask for help when in trouble.

To trust the hand we're holding.

And to believe without asking for proofs.

Portrait of an Apology

I dreaded the day it might happen again.

Your 30 messages cut me so deep, I don't know how it's possible that I can still bleed. I am always so brilliant in hurting you. It's my curse. I always hurt those I love the most.

You with your fragile heart, you're my prey.

I know in your heart you know I never meant to hurt you. I never intended to make you feel that way. You're one of my most cherished treasures. I hold you up so high, the stars pale in comparison to the light I see in you.

I want to protect you from the world and from my self.

There's just so many things left unsaid. But once again this silence separates us and I'm seriously scared this time.

I am never the person who tries to explain her side. How people judge me is a reflection of how they process what they know about me. It's not necessarily my problem. I was hoping that how much you know me is enough to extinguish the fires of doubt you've had and now have.

I guess I failed to make you feel just how important you are to me.

I'm not giving you up. Not in a million years, I won't. But please don't misjudge my silence. It's my defeat. It's my only way. I'll be here, waiting. Secretly hoping that my wishes will somehow lead you back to me. If this time you'll move on without me, I'll be happy for you. I only want you to be happy, even if it means getting rid of people who weigh you down.

Take care now. Be safe.

This is it!

I've embarked on another journey. As Karen K puts it, uso ang pag-rearrange ng buhay ngayon. At nakiuso naman ako.

Here's to a life-changing decision I just made. The roller coaster ride just got pumped a notch up!

KAPIT NG MAHIGPIT!!!

Beij's Birthday

I attended a very good friend's 30th birthday last night. His name's Beij. I tagged Sonny along to keep me company just in case I wouldn't find familiar faces in the crowd. Our birthday celebrator was a classmate in college and we only get to see each other two to three times a year. I really didn't know what to expect, but I was hoping that at least some of our very few college friends decide to show up as well.

That was probably asking too much. With some of them heavily into practicing medicine and a couple raising infants, I found myself just the only friend from college. Sonny and I held on to each other for dear life. We followed each other everywhere (except of course to you-know-where)

But these fishes out of the water did not remain as such for long. I mixed up a steady drink with what limited ingredients we had, and we were good to go. Small talk with the 'happy' guys here and there, discussing mostly about trivial stuff. Some of them decided to go drag, just for fun. And fun it was. Hello, four-inch heels!!!

Sonny and I, even after rounds of the red alcoholic drink, were still reluctant to hold the mic and ruin (or establish) their first impressions of us. They were successful in making Sonny sing first, with a promise that I'd sing after him. I thought he'd never sing so I felt safe. Too bad he wasn't so shy anymore. My stage fright started kicking in.

Well I didn't do bad with Don't Speak by no Doubt (my standard videoke song). But I stopped there. I was with Divas! And with Divas I meant like the O Bar Divas, only they sing so damn well. It made me want to disappear, hoping against hope that they'd never ask me to sing again. Yes, you guessed right - I wasn't drunk yet at that time. Sonny was so amused with the guys. He asked me to close my eyes and imagine that those were real women singing. I told him, 'Honey, I don't have to close my eyes. I'm already seeing women!'

There was a short dull moment when I was getting a little tipsy and Sonny was taking a nap beside me. They were still singing and I was starting to feel the stress the week left me with. Sonny wanted to go to Malate earlier but I was too lazy to do so. I thought he was going to leave me but instead, he just slept. Ay, parang ganun din yun ah. Haha..

But you know when you're with gay people, a dull moment is just unimaginable.

Two of them (my gosh I'm sooo bad with names) prepared for us a game of charades. I woke Sonny up and asked him to join. He said he never played charades before so he declined. I was with Team One: Xanadu and we were against Team Two: Afternoon Delights. The first half of the game spelled doom for us in Xanadu. With a score of 9-2, we were doubtful if we could ever catch up. But you know what - we did! An not only did we catch up, but we won by a mere point. It was out of this world!

Thing is, the outcome didn't really matter to me. It's only a bonus that we won. What I really loved about the game was the amount of laughter I gave out. The guys were so damn funny! If I can only capture the fun I had in paragraphs, I'd do it. Well just imagine some twenty gay guys acting and guessing, Tagalog movie titles I haven't heard of, and two insane hosts (one of them having such ear-throbbing nasal voice). By the time the first half of the game concluded, I was already having a monster migraine. Too much oxygen in my brain! I especially loved Joy (The African Mousedeer) and Aaron.

We had a brief yosi break and then we resumed the game. I was with Team One: Skydancers. Team Two: Betty's Kitchen (coz one of them is nicknamed Betty) seemed like the underdogs at the start of the game. Everyone begged for Sonny to join and was I ever so glad when he did, even if the original deal was that he'd never act out. Pandagdag katawang-tao lang daw.

To our surprise, Betty's Kitchen won. Nilampaso nila kami! But the biggest surprise of all was Sonny. He's a natural at this! From a charades virgin, he turned into a monster! Oh I'm so proud of my alaga!

The day dawned on us still playing charades. The alcohol evaporated with each chuckle. I loved every minute I was with them and I was secretly wishing that the night would go on.

It was morning when Sonny and i decided to leave, but we never really stopped talking about how much fun we had that night. Beij invited us over again and I sure hoped there'd be a next time. Oh if I can only bring them all home with me!

Beij promised to send me the pictures tonight so I'm waiting.

Oh I'm just so bad at waiting!!!

Minsan sumasablay din si Lemon

Me, teasing Lemon: Moymoy Palaboy!

Lemon, irritated: Hindi nga ako kumakain nun eh!


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Me: Kamusta ang party? Anong handa?

Lemon: Spaghetti lang. Pulubi nga eh.

I've started a group for Bleach fans here in Multiply. If you're a Bleach fan or if you plan to start watching or reading Bleach, I'm inviting you to join the group. Also, please tell your friends. http://sugoibleach.multiply.com/

Mini Pesto Pizza

A lazy mother's pizza. Hehe.. Made of frozen pizza bread, quickmelt cheese, garlic and pesto from a jar.

Masarap naman eh, so keri na yan! :D

Hungry for Japanese

One rainy weekened, Lemon and I were craving for something Japanese. Since I didn't want to go out, I just improvised with what I have in my cupboard. In just 10 minutes, Lemon and I were already enjoying the Somen while watching Anime.

Simple pleasures rock!

An 80's Kid's Treasure

Here's a couple of pics taken early this year. My former teammates and I were on our way home from an all-night rooftop drinking session (but I slept most of the night away) when I saw an Aratiles Tree heavy with fruits. Being a typical 80's kid, I just could't resist the temptation.

Ahhh... to be a child again. I still believe that people who were born or were growing up in the 80's have the best childhood experiences.

Small Talk of the Members of the George Estregan Fans Club

Guy 1: (To me) ano ba, bakit mahilig ka ba kasi sa bakla!!! Sa lalake ka na lang!

Me: Ayoko sa lalake, nakakabuntis!

Guy 2: Sira, kala mo ang bakla di nakakabuntis?

Me: Gago, bago umabot dun masusuka na yun!

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Guy: Balita ko may love life ka na ah?

Me: Meron.

Guy: Gago ka, bakla na naman yan noooooo!

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Guy 1: Lika nga dito, aamuyin kita!

Me: Siraulo ka ba?

Guy 1: Tange, aamuyin ko lang kung may hangover ka!

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Guy 2: Hoy, bakit mahilig ka sa bakla?

Me: Mabango sila eh.

Guy 2: Wala kang mapapala sa kanila.

Me: Eh ano ngayon, di naman ako ma-L na tao eh.

Guy 2: Sabagay, alkohol naman ang sexlife mo eh.

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at isang singit na walang kinalaman sa George Estregan fans Club:

Gay guy: Are you Lesbian?

Me: Gusto mo rape-in kita?

 

My Little Munster said...

While we were doing videoke one Saturday night, Lemon chose Through The Fire for me to sing. Of course I had to react badly, (HELLO, Through the Fire kaya yon!) protesting that it's still too early for me to humiliate myself.

Just then, Lemon took the mic from me and said, "ako na kakanta! Kaya ko yan kantahin kahit di ako lasing!" (I'll sing it! I don't need to get drunk to be able to sing it!) Nyaaaar!

And then the other night, it was the neighbor's turn to do videoke. The horrible singing and doubly horrible volume at which the horrible neighbors were singing the horrible songs made our bodies twitch in pain. Lemon, obviously running out of patience (she was watching Sailor Moon Live Action Series), declared, "ANO BA YAAAN! Ipabarangay na nga natin sila!!!" (it;s like saying, "let's have them arrested")

 

Something tells me I should start saving up for pyansa (bail) money.

Your thoughts on freelancing here, please.

Hello there!  I know it's been a while since I last sat in front of the computer to come up with a blog entry that's more than a couple sentences long.  I've been very busy evading real life, failing miserably.  My alternate dimension somehow connects with real life and I hate it. LOL.

What about the title? Oh yeah. Hehe...  I am seriously considering quitting employment.  I'm tired of chasing after other people's plans and dreams.  I'm tired of measuring my success through other people's standards.  And I'm tired of doing things I do not enjoy doing. 

I love to draw, I love to read, I love to inform, I love to teach, I love to write, I love to cook, I love to socialize, I love to organize events, I love to go places, I love to shock people, I love being a geek, I love to just be me.

In the back of my mind I know I'm scared that I'd go hungry if this "I'm my own boss" dream of mine turns out to be a nightmare.  But in the darkest corners of my heart I also feel that maybe this fear is what's stopping me from achieving my dreams for a long time now.  Maybe I can pull this off if I'd only let go.  Maybe...

Your thoughts are most welcome.  Please help confuse me some more.  Hehe..

Huling Hirit

Lemon is coming home in 5 hours. Me being excited is an understatement. She's been away for five long weeks and I couldn't sleep thinking I'm gonna hug her again after such a long time.

I've long accepted the fact that I need her more than she needs me, my little munster.

So tonight I said goodbye to ambush drinking sessions, sleepovers, hungover workdays and anime marathons. No I'm not regretful, I am actually very excited. Finally, the nagger conscience is coming back.

Just how did I say goodbye? Pigged out at Sbarro with my Wednesday Group, had coffee with AnneRicePhil's Keeper and had rounds of Red Horse with my usual Friday group (Wednesday and Friday sessions conveniently moved a few days back). And at 4am I am preparing to watch a dozen episodes of Bleach til the little munster arrives.

Yes, I filed a leave. There's no way I am letting her outta my sight the day she comes home.  ^.^

Sayonara, recklessness. Ja ne!

This is me, saying hi from another dimension.

Lately I've been very autistic. My little munster is spending summer with her dad in Leyte. Not having a growing kid to take care of made me realize how much spare time I have. Instead of sulking in misery out of missing her so much, I tried to find things that would entertain me.

Funny how as an adult, I still find happiness in things I've loved as a kid. I'm talking about stuff from up to 20 years ago (I know, OLD). Recently I've been watching a lot of anime, Asian comedy-drama-fantasy series and planning world domination. And by that I meant inventing my own little world where I live the rock and roll lifestyle. Reading's taken a backseat.

Well, of course there are friends. My regular drinking buddies stopped being just my drinking buddies - they've become indispensable little suckers I can no longer live without. I miss the old timers and I wish I could have spent some time with them during this temporary yuppie existence. Sometimes when I get too lonely, I just pick a memory from my mind's pocket
and play it over and over again, like an iPod playlist on repeat. And sometimes I make my own (nasty) fanfic out of it.

So there. This is just a peek into my temporary autism, for those of you who are starting to wonder where the heck I am. I hope you guys are doing better than I am. I'm practically vegetating and I'm okay with it. Life will return to normal soon, I hope. But then again, normal is boring.

Kampai!!!

You want short? I'll give you short!

I'm probably the non-celeb person with the most tortured hair. LOL.

LOVECORE in In The Raw

Start:	Apr 5, '09 6:00p
Location:	NU 107.5

Please tune in to NU 107 tomorrow, April 5, 2009 around 6PM. In The Raw features LOVECORE, the local rock band I've been rooting for for more than two years now.

Yes, you can say that I'm their No.1 fan.

So if you trust my music preferences, then I say you go and check tomorrow's In The Raw. Support our local musicians!

In the Raw features LOVECORE - 04/05/09 WOOOOT!

Please tune in to NU 107 tomorrow, April 5, 2009 around 6PM. In The Raw features LOVECORE, the local rock band I've been rooting for for more than two years now.

Yes, you can say that I'm their No.1 fan.

So if you trust my music preferences, then I say you go and check tomorrow's In The Raw. Support our local musicians!

check them out at:
http://lovecoremusic.com/home.html

thanks!!!

Fangirl Mode: Jiro Wang

Most of you know that I was never a big fan of chinonovelas. Guess again. It's just that I never find the time to sit through episode after episode after episode.

K.O. One changed that. For more than 24 hours straight, I stared at the tv, reading subs so fast my eyes twitched forever.

Here's the first of many albums I'm sure to post. Introducing Jiro Wang - funniest Gen X Asian guy I ever watched. Familiar face? He's Jin Xiu Yi of Hana Kimi, the funny soccer guy who accepted that he's gay just because he fell in love with the new guy in school (who's actually a girl). He;s also KO One's Boss, Wang Da Dong. Currently I'm trying to get my hands on The X-Family.

And Oh, he sings with three other guys of Fahrenheit (Fei Lun Hai). Yeap, boyband. LOL.

One HOT Guy. Yum! I effin' love his hair!!!

Death Note

Whoa! Here's an album I almost forgot to post.

Death Note is one of the most amazing anime I have ever watched! It only lasted for two seasons but it was so packed, I had episodes of my heart skipping a beat. It's got one of those story lines where you can't afford to look away for even a few seconds. And like most anime I got addicted to, I love the "bad" guy a little more than the "good" guy/s.

Japanese people are such great storytellers!!!

For Anne Rice Fans: The Christ and the Devil

LOL

Memnoch the Devil

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Horror
Author:	Anne Rice

It was a little more than 10 years ago when I first had a taste of the vampire realm created by Anne Rice. I was turning nineteen. And pretty much like most people in their late teens at that time, I was into so many things. But Anne Rice wasn't among them.

A friend who randomly picked up this certain book shoved it in my face one day and said, "hey you're a little off-normal. Maybe you'll like reading this." I read the cover: Memnoch the Devil. It was a paperback copy and in the very center of it, a small illustration of a silhouette of a caped man walking in the snow. It was love at first sight.

I know that it's weird to have started with the fifth book in the series but being deployed in a rural area as part of OJT left me with so very few options. Besides, I was too addle-brained at that time to not have realized that Interview with the Vampire (the movie) was connected with that gem of a book I held in my hands.

Enough of that. On with the story. Needless to say, Memnoch the Devil started my Anne Rice frenzy.

First off, a warning and a disclaimer:

This uhm.. review contains considerable amount of spoilers. Well I'll try to leave the meaty details but if I may suggest, read the book first. Anne Rice works best with an unsuspecting mind.

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JUST THE GIST OF IT

The story started off with Lestat stalking and killing this mobster named Roger, and falling in love with his televangelist daughter, Dora. Roger's ghost asked Lestat to watch over Dora (I know, lucky woman!). At the same time, Lestat was being stalked by a certain "man," sending him off in a spell of unsubstantiated fear.

Eventually his stalker introduced himself as Memnoch, the Devil. Memnoch took Lestat to an impetuous journey of Heaven and Hell and everything in between, in an effort to gain Lestat as an ally in his quest against God and His silence. The undeniably proud Brat Prince, though he disclaimed belief in either God or the Devil, was left in confusion whether or not to believe Memnoch's side of the biblical story.

Lestat saw the suffering souls in hell and the fall of Those Who Question God, witnessed the temptation in the desert, and beheld Christ's crucifixion, among other things. He lost one eye in hell, drank from The Christ himself, and brought home Veronica's veil. Dora showed the veil to the already frantic believers. Armand, upon seeing the veil, went into the sun to convince the world that a miracle had happened.

The story ended with Lestat getting his eye back and losing his mind. Maharet had to chain him and lock him up under the St. Elizabeth convent. When he was finally released, he went into a prolonged coma on the floor of St. Elizabeth's.

**Please do not read beyond this point if you haven't read the book**

MY $0.02 WORTH

Memnoch the Devil exhibits Anne Rice's storytelling prowess once again. I've read the book three times and I still can't get enough of it. It was just too bad that I hadn't slept a wink the night Anne Rice Philippines held the Memnoch Gathering. I was literally undead and unproductive. Anyway...

With this novel, I can't help but feel like Anne had created a massive fan fiction of The Holy Bible. With so much guilt, I enjoyed the way she represented God, The Christ and The Devil - that God and The Devil are more like friends than adversaries. I don't know how many times I've exclaimed "Oh my God!" and "why the hell not!" first time I read this book.

A warning to fellow Christians: if this book does not fascinate you, it will anger you!

There were so many instances when I agreed to Anne's "fictional" take on God's silence (oh you've heard of it - "you will find out, in God's own time"). There was a lot of times when I was on Memnoch's side. Well here, The Devil means The Accuser of God and not really God's adversary (like what Lucifer is in The Bible). Memnoch even mentioned the names of other fallen angels here, explaining that they are capable of feeling envy as much as they are well known for loving.

An even more interesting facet of this novel is that it implies that God created life and the entire universe to help Him understand His own existence. That in creating figures like Him He might be able to know more about His own self. It made me lose my mind I'm telling you. I was a mad(wo)man.

And oh, read through it and you'll find out how controversial, not to mention, blasphemous, The Temptation in the Desert and The Crucifixion were retold! Honestly, the serpent did make a lot of sense to me. And how about the part where Lestat actually drank from Christ Himself? Of course I took it down with a grain of salt.

I guess that's the reason why I love this book the most. It made me ask questions, flirted with my doubts, mocked my understanding, and eventually brought me even closer to home.

And what's with Lestat? Was he really that crucial of an ally? Was it necessary for him to join Memnoch to defeat God? Of course not. Memnoch just happen to know that Lestat would do what he'd need him to do. You know our Lestat - predictably rebellious. Everything is an adventure to him. He's every inch The Brat Prince.

Of course Memnoch knew from the start that whatever the outcome is, God always wins. Lestat, with so much confusion in his head, had to run from one realm to another, not realizing he'd already been working for Memnoch all along. When Lestat realized it, he went out of his mind.

So what exactly did Lestat do for Memnoch? He helped him usher more souls into heaven, and proved Memnoch's point that man need not suffer to strengthen his faith and love for God.

The way the story ended left me begging for more. I know most of us asked the same question: why did Armand go into the sun when he saw Veronica's veil? And more importantly, why did Lestat go into coma?

Armand was reunited with his Christ. The same Christ he abandoned centuries ago, before he became the ruthless leader of the coven who punished the vampire child. Seeing the veil, his doubts were erased. Going into the sun was his way to redemption. If I hadn't read The Vampire Armand, I wouldn't have realized this.

Lestat, on the other hand, lost his mind because he just couldn't accept the fact that all those things happened. Seeing his lost eye and reading a note from Memnoch confirmed that they did take place. Lestat, the ever so proud prince of darkness, The Damnedest Creature, just had the greatest adventure of his entire existence, and he didn't want to believe it. He doesn't believe in the existence of God nor the Devil and yet, he believes that The Devil was following him. Ah, how much more can I ever love you, Lestat.

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Next review: The Vampire Armand.

Watch out for Anne Rice Philippines' Azriel Gathering. Coming soon.

Leaving the nightshift

Finally.

It was bittersweet really. Last night was my last night as a "call girl." No I didn't resign, and no I won't leave the industry. It's just that I chose to be transferred to the correspondence department where people don't take calls and report for work like the rest of the world does - during office hours.

I'll miss my former teammates. I'm hoping we'll still go out on weekends. What I won't miss is the hypertension brought about by controlling my temper too much. I am well known for my patience during calls. Little do they know I have this volcano of a temper waiting to errupt.

Earlier I spent my last nightshift yosi break with a good friend. Without us saying it I know that we're both sad. He'll transfer to the same department, btw, but I'm leaving ahead of him.

I don't even want to start saying goodbye. I can't change my mind now.

That's why on Saturday, Imma round up the old crazyheads and party like there's no tomorrow.

To my former teammates: guys, I love you. I've said this a lot of times but I'll say it again. I stayed because I have you. Because our laughtrips are enough to make me forget that I hate taking calls. Because our friendship is suffice to make me love my work. Rest assured, I'll forever remember you as my family.

And let me say this one last time... "Thank you for calling and I hope you have a great day."

If I Were a Rockstar...

So I gave in. First it was Deiah, now it's Ronan. It's pretty interesting how random things seem to fall comfortably into place. Here it is, my so-called "Album Cover"


image: image: http://www.flickr.com/photos/higriega/3286005953/
quotation: Lewis Thomas (1913 - 1993)


To get urs, follow these instructions..
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1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random... Read More”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

5 - Post it!!

What We Need to Learn as Adults We've Learned in Kindergarten

Here's an episode of Pocoyo that made me tear up inside.
It was cute-funny and I swear I laughed so damn hard.
But then again it made my eyes well up more than it made me laugh.

Shallow, huh?

Watch. Maybe you'll understand why.








"Some things, like lost balloons, simply don't come back and there's nothing anyone can do about that."

"Hooray for having friends who wouldn't float away!"

My Halloween Birthday Thingie

Start:	Feb 28, '09 8:00p
End:	Mar 1, '09 10:00a

WaMu-Lion King Prod Team goes OOT

One hour trip from QC home to Makati office + 2-hour-trip from office to Laguna: WHILE NURSING A RATHER MEAN HANGOVER from the bday celeb I attended the night before.

Fell asleep while cloudwatching along the way

Relief Operation: Food and Booze for the Party Animals

Cookfest

Beerfest

Extra Joss Session

Hubaran + Hawakan ng itlog. *Grabe, ang dami daming ITLOG!!!*

Lesson ni Ma'am Mila

Lunod-lunuran

Videoke hanggang bumigay ang mic

Operation: Patahimikin si QA Jack sa pamamagitan ng siling labuyo

Experiment: Pwede bang matulog sa ilalim ng tubig?

Kapaan ng mga kung anuman

Takutan session ni Mama Nikki

Underwater challenge: balls of steel

Dodgebuko

Incriminating Photos

Gloria Jean's for four camwhores

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For you guys' downloading pleasure. Please suggest captions. Di ko ito kayang mag-isa. LOLx.

Goodnight, Lola.

My last grandparent passed away last Saturday. Lola Sion was 88 years old when she died peacefully in her sleep. Year after year she'd ask us to visit her because she felt that her time was arriving. This time it did.

Nanay broke the sad sad news to me first. I cried. I cried not because I didn't want to lose her. It's unfair to want to keep her here. She doesn't belong here. None of us does. It's just that I'm awfully gonna miss her.

I'll miss her nagging. I'll miss her asking yosi from me. I'll miss her stories. I'll miss her telling me that a proper lady shouldn't be driving. I'll miss her sermon on why it's better to eat vegetables and fish instead of McDo and Jollibee.

I'll miss her. Period.

Lola, thanks for taking care of us during our summer vacations when we were younger and more adventorous. Thank you for not sending us back to Manila when we almost killed your poultry when we set hay on fire to cook Kasuy. Thank you for letting us slip effortlessly away in the middle of the day to play habulan in the fields. Thank you for the mashed tomatoes that went well with most anything grilled.

But most of all, thank you for being our Lola.

Sayang Lola, di na natuloy ang panlalalake natin. Ikaw kasi, pakipot ka pa. Huwag mo kong isusumbong kay Lolo ha. Sabihin mo joke lang yun.

I love you, Lola. I'll never forget you. May God be with you.

And Lola, hamunin mo ng 41 yung mga tao dyan. I'm sure you'll beat them black and blue. =)

Your apo,
Lovelyn

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pic: My Lola's wall with pictures of her clan.

Tears for my Alma Mater

i'm still gathering my thoughts on this. here are some articles for now:


http://www.gmanews.tv/story/144601/Ex-adviser-Penalized-student-bloggers-not-notorious-kids

http://www.gmanews.tv/story/144361/College-editors-may-file-complaint-vs-QCSHS-for-suspending-pupils-over-blog

http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/metro/view/20090115-183564/Group-hits-suspension-of-QCSHS-students




in a nutshell, four students got suspended for ten days because they posted hate blogs. they posted hate blogs because they don't like what's happening at and to their school and they are suppressed to air their sides.

then they let go of probably the best teacher ever - one who'd train batch after batch after batch of future journalists to excellence. i should know. in was with batch 1.

had enough? they apparently haven't. they had to shut off the school papers!

I AM SO ANGRY I WANT TO WRITE THEIR NAMES ON MY DEATHNOTE. just kidding. but I am so upset. I am so damn angry.

Scientia et Virtus

http://community.livejournal.com/xientia
My Alma Mater.



Read and weep as I did.

Talk NERDY to me.

Lead trainer: ... remember the castle story? There's this body of water surrounding a castle. What do you call that again?

Me: (absent-minded) a moat?

Lead trainer: There you go. Five happy cards just for saying moat.

Seatmate: *cough* geek *cough*

* * * * * * * *

Guest presenter: can anybody explain what DISTILLATION is?

Me: *raises hand*

Guest presenter: any science geek here?

Me: *pulls back hand*

Seatmate: *cough* nerd *cough*

* * * * * * * * *

Guest presenter 2: ... Type 2 Diabetes is another condition brought about by our unhealthy lifestyle.

Teammate: *raises hand* Can you tell us what Type 2 Diabetes is?

Guest presenter 2: Uhm, anyone?

Me: *looks around*

Seatmate: Lynn, wag ka nang mahiya! Sagutin mo na.