Thursday, December 21, 2006

The Red Suited Pa is Due in This Burg

The title is a Christmas Song popularly known as "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," and no, Britney didn't sing this. Though I am not sure if she revived it or what not.

What do you think would happen if the Christmas Songs we all know are named like these?

1.) Jovial Yuletide Desired for the Second Person Singular by Us [We Wish You A Merry Christmas]

2.) Exuberation to the Orb [Joy to the World]

3.) 288 Yuletide Hours [12 Days of Christmas]

4.) Tintinnabulation of Vacillating Pendulums in Inverted, Metallic, Resonate Cups [Jingle Bells]

5.) Diminutive Masculine Master of Skin-covered Percussion Cylinders [Little Drummer Boy]

MORAL: Whatever you call it, Christmas is still Christmas, in spirit, in words, in thoughts, and in deeds. Santa is the one who puts gifts in your red, Christmas stockings, though I wonder how he can get inside our house since we don't have a chimney. I used pantyhose before, no gift came. Do NOT, I repeat: Do NOT use pantyhose as Christmas stockings..!!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Halloween in December

Happy people live longer than mice. Yeah. XD

The pictures were taken from our block-Christmas party at Justin's house.

MORAL: Eat, (no, we didn't drink!), and be merry for tomorrow is the start of our Christmas break!!ü Happy Holly Days, people.

Monday, December 18, 2006

How to Get that Christmas Gift

This is probably one of the most effective ways of getting others to do what you want. Use this technique c/o Stewie. Learn from him. I played this for a number of times and my mom got annoyed. Effective!!!!

MORAL: Use this technique to get what you want. Just don't overdo it; may backfire when used regularly. Save this skill for emergency purposes (e.g. expensive things, asking permission to go somewhere). Enjoy.ü

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Goldilocks and the Hot Bears

Polar bears, save them. Stop global warming. Educate yourselves and others as well. Adorable (unless you provoke them and they eat you. Blah.), right?

Hybrid cars are there, the car companies have the technology and all you do is just ask for them. Not a cheap price but it is definitely worth it. Think more, you'll still be alive by the estimated time that the earth would look like a dead planet. Who wants to live here at that time?

This is probably one of my most serious posts. Yeah. I don't use straws because they can't be recycled. I use all sides of paper, even my test papers, even my homeworks which are not yet checked.

MORAL: Warming warning. Do I need to say more? Please, that's enough. Captain Planet, save us. We're the planeteers, you can be one, too. 'Cause saving the planet is a thing to do.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

How to Get an A

I got this from DJ (blockmate), who got this from his dorm, which is full of people. Write this at the back of your hand and pray it as much as possible.ü

The Examiner's Psalm
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not flunk.
He keeps me from lying down when I should be studying,
He leads me beside the water cooler for a study break.
He restores my faith in study guides.
He leads me to better study habits for my grade's sake.
Though I walk through the valley of borderline grades,
I will not have a nervous breakdown for you are with me.
My prayer and my friends, they comfort me.
You give me pointers in moments of blankness;
You annoint my head with knowledge.
My test paper runs over with questions I can answer.
Surely passing grades and flying colors shall follow me
all throughout my school days,
and I shall not dwell in exam rooms forever.

MORAL: This is easy. Getting an A in just a few steps. Just say it (poem/prayer) over and over again like a mantra. Repeat 250x. Do not make any mistakes; if otherwise, repeat process again. No joke, I've done it already.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Human Mic Stand

Mark the Designer, Mark the Violin, Mark the Human Mic Stand. Another GK Brookside performance. Btw, the pictures are at my unattended multiply page. Just check the site at my profile under homepage or under the links.ü

MORAL: Atleast you didn't dance. Just kidding.ü

Monday, December 11, 2006


Igop and his children's performance under the Talent Portion program at GK Brookside.ü

MORAL: Never let your friends video you especially when you do things like this. Haha. Exploiting others is bad. Hehe.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Mommy, I See Blind People

How would you describe blue to a blind man?
I can't see you. Come out, come out wherever you are, I still can't see you.

How do you think people in sunglasses opt to buy electric guitars to play at the sides of streets? Steel-stringed guitars with pick-ups are cheaper than electric ones. Where do they get batteries (car) to operate their guitars and microphones? How can they multitask - playing the harmonica, guitar, and singing? No, they can't play the harmonica and sing at the same time. If you see one who can, tell me please, I'd love to see and hear him play. (Yes, I can multitask, too. If you consider texting while walking and holding an umbrella, eating while reading a book and listening to music, typing and watching tv while being reprimanded, as multitasking.)

My first encounter with blind musicians was in Greenhills. Who wouldn't hear them play - the speakers were in full-volume, and the music would haunt you anywhere in the area. Then there's a box in front, it's locked, maybe to prevent some hoodlums to steal the donations for the blind (life is really difficult, and you can't maintain to have a used KFC plastic cup as a donation box these days). I am still fascinated with them, up to now, but I don't linger at their area, I might hear people who would say something about me or anyone, who stops to enjoy their music or feat, without dropping loose change or money in the box. (You can't blame me, I don't have that much to give... Well, maybe as of now. I'll get back with them when I start working, if, they are still there.)

While waiting for the train in the LRT-2 station, I often wonder of what use is the security guard's whistle. Is that to warn people that the train is approaching - when anyone can hear the sound (and see the lights!) of the arriving train? I asked that question to a friend who routinely rides the MRT as well. He stopped for a while, nodded his head in wonder, and told me, "Maybe it is to warn people not to step on the very obvious yellow line that even blind men could feel with their feet." Maybe that was it, though they still blow their whistles when a train is coming.

There are warning signs, "Do not go down the trackside" with fines amounting to 50,000PHP, which I still read everytime I wait for the train. (I often wonder what would happen if I go down there since I think the electricity comes from the wires above. But first, I would save extra 50,000PHP to experience it. They didn't say anything of being banned or jailed if you do it.)

Then there are the Lego-like yellow things on the floor. I followed those trails that lead to the elevator, then from the elevator, to one place in the waiting area. I stood exactly where the trails ended. After the guard blew his whistle (although I can HEAR and SEE the approaching train), the train stopped to un/load passengers, the doors opened right in front of where I stood. Cool.

Hmm, if a blind man would ride LRTs or MRTs, how would he know where to slip the card through? There are a lot of Xs in the machines. Would they try to insert the cards into the machines one by one? Also, how would they know if they pressed the correct button for their destination? (Maybe there are good-hearted people who would help them. But what if it is not rush hour - when the stations are like deserted?)

Suggestions and answers to my queries are appreciated.

MORAL: Learn an instrument, 'cause you'll never know when you'll be blind (my brother told me this, "Atleast, when you get blind, you can still make money.."). And don't feed beans to musicians, developing arthritis is never good for anyone, especially string players. Blindmen have heightened senses, ask Daredevil for more infos concerning this one.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Gullible's Travel

If you think it is the novel, you are gullible. Hah! No, actually maybe a little confused is better.


This post was written for the sole purpose of updating a blog (because if I don't update it, it feels just like I'm neglecting a pet). I'm not in the mood to type, don't make me mad. Rraawwrr!! I promise to get back with myself in my next post. =)

I'm stressed, yet again. Nervous for our report tomorrow because I have no idea about it and how to do it. (To my groupmates: the Beeches are just behind us! This is a metaphor for others, guess it right and I'll give you something.)Well, I have been busy the past few days (oh ok, it has been weeks!) playing an online game. Our helper describes it in the most creative way I could have ever imagined: little people running around. She used those words when reprimanding me for playing. Sample: "Are you playing that game with those little people running around again?"

Then I have this guildmate (guild = group in the game) claiming to be a SWAT, or a future cop, I think. Funny, I just watched The Departed the day he said those things about a police. I bombarded him with questions, yes, I was doubting everything. Sorry about that. (No, I won't give out any more information about this, police confidentiality. He might read my blog and arrest me. Fart these word vomits, I'm getting worse every second.)

I went to school earlier than my usual T-Th schedule because of our scavenger hunt in the library for English class. Anyway, after that, I stayed in the lib to study for our test (that is what I tell people, but really, I just like the aircon. Woohoo!). Then a girl sat opposite me, we had the same bag (except hers was dirty, kidding! but true). Then when I was about to leave (I was done studying, err, savoring the congested air), I restrained myself from telling her, "Hey, nice bag!"

Today we had a 1 mile run for PE. And I thought it would be easy. I was wrong, dead cardio-vascularly wrong. I was gasping for air during my jog back (almost the entire way back). I felt my lungs would explode, no, not from pollution, (no, my ribs were not piercing it either. What's wrong with you?!) but because I was trying to breathe so much. I won't disclose any information about my frigging Calculus long test a while ago, unless you tie me up and make me eat raw meat with incandescent lamp swirling on top of my head. Hmm, that must seem to be mortifying but somehow I don't give out that effect. Torture me, instead, that would feel better.

Whoever understood what I just posted must've have an IQ of 300. Kudos to Big Bang. See, my post is educational, it must be included in the Code.

Actually, there is something you have to decipher in this post, if you can find it, tell me ASAP. Hellementary, my dear Watson, hellementary.

MORAL: Spread the word, not the virus. I love jargon. It's not a food, no, not a sport either. I said it, so it's just plain nonsense. Oh, computer chairs are efficient as temporary wheelchairs inside houses. (Push my chair!) Ruth is not the Root of All Evil.. Whoever said that would be receiving hate mails from me. Money is not the root of evil as well; IT IS GREED. Trust me on this.