Tuesday, December 16, 2008

B And B

What's with the letter B? Beyonce and Britney. B and B? Beavis and Butthead. Bread and Butter. Blah and Blah? See?

I have mentioned before that watching Beyonce and the Pussycat Dolls is just like doing Hip Hop Abs or other aerobic exercises. I think I could do my own exercise video. You just have to sing Britney Spears' song Womanizer in normal volume (don't whisper the song or else it'll lose the purpose) then watch Beyonce's Single Ladies video.



There are a number of possible outcomes from it and I will end at magic seven:

1.) You end up not doing any.
2.) Your jaw fell when you saw the music video.
3.) You ended up watching Britney's music video for Circus instead.
4.) You fell asleep even before reaching this part of the entry.
5.) You sang Womanizer and did some of Britney's moves in the video.
6.) You sang If I Were A Boy instead and didn't dance at all.
7.) You were not able to do both (singing and dancing) but was able to keep-up with Beyonce's dance moves. Now, you're dead tired you could sleep for days.

Good job.


MORAL: If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it. If you're a daddy-oh and you got the swagger of a champion. I'm sorry, too bad for you, you just can't find the right companion. Womanizer. If I were a boy? Whaaaat?!

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Yaya Sisterhood

Belly (or Yaya Belle for some) is sick. She has colds. So, she asked her sister, Sanny (Yaya Susan - you get the trend? Just add letter Y in every name and it's suddenly more fun to pronounce!) to buy orange. She stated it very clearly, "Could you buy me orange on your way home?" So Yaya Susan went home just now, and was very proud, "I bought you Royal! It's very big!"

Ugh. It's not Royal Tru-Orange soda Belly was referring to, but real fruit oranges.

Fail.

So we got into a conversation/sharing on how Royal Tru-Orange has affected the lives of many people. In the province, my yaya said that sometimes Royal is used as a viand when nothing else is available. Another said that it is used as medicine or "pusher" to make sick people eat again when they have lost their appetite.

Just yesterday, our neighbor asked my mom if there's anyone named Bacharo living with us. She said yes and said that it was Yaya Cathy's (my lola's yaya) maiden name. Our neighbor said, "Oh, I think she won in the raffle." My mom hurriedly told us about it and made Cathy summon her SSS card for identification purposes. She went around the barangay and found out true enough she won one of the major prizes - a TV. Here's the dilemma. My dad who was (I think he was) cleaning our car was approached by the Tanod and was offered to buy the raffle tickets. So he bought the tickets and forced all of our yayas to fill them up. So... What to do? My dad just sold the TV to Cathy for more than 50% off. BTW, Cathy lost 500 pesos to my Dad when she bet against Pacquiao.

Next time I'll introduce you to the members of the Yaya Sisterhood. They're loud and funny. Trust me.


MORAL: So what have we learned here? It is to listen to the other person clearly and try to remember what was said. If you thought you just heard a gargle or an odd sequence of sounds, s/he might be actually saying something! So clarify if you have problems or if you were not able to hear it properly. Also, I think I need to win something yet. My dad already won a Magic Sing, my sister some shopping GCs, Yaya Susan in her mini-Lotto sprees, and Yaya Cathy just recently, a TV. I can't remember if my brother has won anything yet.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Masamang Biyahe : Bad Trip

Man, mahaba ito. Masusubukan ang reading comprehension, endurance, at open-mindedness mo sa entry kong ito. Challenge ito, pare, challenge ito!

Ihanda ang iyong sarili sa isang impormal na Filipino entry. Kasi kung pormal (Ano ba other terms for formal sa Filipino? Tinatamad ako maghanap.) baka magsawa ka pangalawang pangungusap pa lang. Handa, basa.

Kanina wala kaming pasok sa Theology kasi may misa para sa mga Calatagan farmers. So, unang klase ko yung Philosophy class namin. Pumasok ako ng 10 minutes earlier than the usual time akong dumadating sa school kasi kailangan ko magsubmit ng reflection paper sa OSA. Teka simulan natin sa tricyle area sa Mini-Stop. May nauna sa akin na sumakay, tapos tinanong siya nung trike driver kung saan siya. Narinig ko (kasi chismosa ako) na sa library siya bababa. So nung tinanong siya kung special (kung mag-isa ka lang na bibiyahe special yun kasi solo ka eh, duh) na yung trip niya, tinuro niya ako na baka raw sasabay ako. Ganito nangyari sa usapan, "Saan ka?" tanong ng tricycle driver sa akin. "Xavier po," sagot ko. Nagkamot siya ng freaking ulo niya na obvious namang freaking hindi makati pero ang meaning niya since action speaks louder than words, "Sakay ka na lang sa iba." Pero dahil kuripot din yata yung nakasakay na female Atenista roon, sabi ko, "Manong, magkalapit lang ho ang Xavier and yung library." Matigas si Manong. Astig ka! Parang ayaw pa rin ako pasakayin hanggang nagreklamo na yung nakasakay sa loob, "Malapit lang yung Xavier at library," pilit niyang sinasabi. Kulit kasi eh. Magkalapit lang naman talaga yun.

So noong nasa loob na kami, kinausap ako nung babae. Mas tipid daw if dalawa or tatlo. Oo naman ako. Mahal na raw kasi magtrike lalo na kung mag-isa. Hello, nagrollback na nga ang gasolina pero ang mahal pa rin ng fare. Unfair! Bad trip. Pagdating ko sa OSA para magsubmit ng filler, SARADO ang hinayupak na office. Dahil daw sa Calatagan farmers kaya sarado sila. Eh 10 minutes na lang Philo class ko na. Bad trip! Mamaya na lang after ng Philo class ako magsusubmit.

Fast forward 4 hours later. Pumunta kami sa Gateway check lang if makanonood kami ng Bolt or Quarantine kung ano man yung swak sa oras. However, father, mother, brother, sister, WALANG malapit na showing. Yung Bolt in 3D, PHP 271. What the freaking heck?! Bad trip! Tinanong ko yung nagpupunit ng ticket sa entrance ng mga sinehan kung bakit mahal yung Bolt. "3D kasi siya, may kasamang 3D glasses." So hindi ko na naman napigilang magcomment, "Eh paano po kung may 3D glasses (may Hannah Montana 3D glasses kami courtesy of our cable provider) kaming dala? 271 pesos pa rin?" Oo raw, kasi may food na rin. Hmm, baka Pedigree or Alpo, di bale na lang. PHP271 pa rin yun. Dang, bad trip! Kumain na lang kami sa Taco Bell, benta ang order ni Joppet, Cheesy Fiesta Pota... What?! Pota?! Bad word! Tae ka, totoong nakasulat yun. Ito proof Pota-to kasi eh. May ADHD ka ba, sheez.


So tapos na yang POTA-to shiz, umuwi na lang kami kasi nga wala naman kaming mapapanood na iba dahil hindi nga swak yung screening schedule sa budget time namin. So makikipagkita na lang ulit ako sa kaibigan ko sa SM tapos diretso kami Robinsons Galleria para manood ng Quarantine or James Bond - kung anuman maabutan. WHAAAAAADAAAAAA, super traffic! Parang lahat ng tao biglang naisipang bumiyahe nang sabay-sabay! Bad trip! Diyahe, pare, bad trip! Hindi kami umabot sa schedule, late ng 30 minutes. Ayos naman, 9:40PM pa yung next showing. Hahahahachoo. Bad trip. Ayaw talaga ako papanuorin? Ay teka, bakit pala James Bond or Quarantine at hindi Bolt? Kasi may promo ang Robinsons na kapag doon ka manonood, may raffle coupon ka para sa raffle nilang 1-meter Bolt plush toy (shocks super cute masasapak mo katabi mo). Nagsearch ako ng screening schedules sa Operating Systems class namin habang nagdidiscuss yung teacher ko, boring siya, pare. Anyway, naghati ang Bolt and James Bond sa isang cinema. Sa bandang hapon ang Bolt, sa gabi James Bond. Bad trip hindi ako abot sa Bolt! So umuwi na lang kami kasi nga wala na, masiyado nang gabi. Goodness, traffic pa rin pauwi! Nagbus na lang kami kasi nga traffic parin, maghihirap ka kapag nagtaxi ka. Sa TV, palabas Eva Fonda starring Christine Reyes na super ganda at crush ko/namin. Iyon pa yung episode na gagahasain siya ni Baron-suck-my-face-manyakis-ako Geisler. Bad trip. So umuwi na ako, may dala nanay ko na pansit Malabon. For me raw, kasi walang sahog na epal (read: meat) so kain ako. Ayos 'Nay, walang lasa yung pansit Malabon. "Anak, hayaan mo na. Free lang kasi yan eh kaya tanggapin mo na kung walang lasa." Bad trip.

Bad trip count: 12


MORAL: Ang pagiging bad trip ay hindi relative at hindi subjective. Talagang bad trip lang. Ano magagawa mo? Wala. Mainis ka lang nang sandali kasi nga bad trip eh. Tapos magmove-on ka na. Habang nagtatype ako nito, nanonood ako ng Ellen, start na ng 12 Days of Christmas niya. Bad trip, gadgets galore ang first day! Tinuturuan ni Ellen ang audience niya na maging materialistic at mag-expect ng something in return always. Lagi pa naman akong nanonood ng Ellen, at yun ang moral ng show niya. Be materialistic because it is fun. Bad trip ka, 'tol.

Grand total bad trip count: 18 (including MORAL and Title)

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Many Pacquiao


Yesterday, December 3, I have been thinking that maybe, this December is a weird one. First, the moon and stars formation and from Monday up to today (Thursday) and the Manny Pacquiao look-a-likes. You read that right. Manny Pacquiao look-a-likes. It's like they're everywhere! When I was in Cafe Xocolat last Monday, I told the people I am with, "Wow, the guy behind you looks like Manny Pacquiao." True enough, they looked behind and laughed. It's Manny Pacquiao reincarnated and surfing the Internet at the cafe. So what's next? I have been "seeing" Manny lately. Reincarnated into a student in the LRT, and reincarnated into a shop assistant in Greenhills. Okay, I really want to share this. Yesterday, while walking near the library, I saw a student trip and had a really good hang time. She looked around and smiled. I pretended not to see, but when she was out of earshot I laughed a little. Tripping is a natural phenomenon, just like Manny Pacquiao. Tae, what did I just type. Anyway, my blockmate and I talked and laughed about that poor, rich girl. So nearing the footbridge, we (actually she was the only one who talked crap about others because I can't do it) berated anyone/anything along the way. Then we remembered to go to the Guidance Counselor to have our mental health checked, no. We went there to schedule our annual guidance interview because Ateneans are losing the light so we need guidance. Tae ulit, what am I typing?! Then we went back to our original destination: the footbridge. To cut this crap short, my blockmate tripped/slid/sat on the last step and we were hysterical. She told me earlier that she didn't know her foot bled. Someone else while she's in the elevator (in her dorm) noticed it. Cool.

Happy Birthday, Jean!


MORAL: Who would miss Manny Pacquiao and papa Oscar de la Hoya's match? I won't because I have been seeing many Manny's lately. Hallucination is the best form of advertisement, better than tarps, radio and TV commercials combined.

*I just found the photo in Flickr. It's not mine. I have nothing to do with it. Haha.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Stars Are Blind

Hellooooo December!

Headlines: There's a happy formation of 2 stars and the moon. (Click the picture to see it uhm, better.)


So there's a smiley in the sky. Venus and Jupiter together with the moon, formed a "ü" formation in the night sky. Cool, right? So cool you need a jacket (man, I'm so corny today). Made a lot smile even for a while.

My day started rather nasty and weird. My mom thought I was possessed or something. Yesterday, we went to Novaliches/Bulacan to continue filming our documentary about faith healers. Then when we got home around 2 - 2:30pm, I welcomed our couch with open arms. After a few hours, my aunt and uncle paid a visit. I even joked about the Zwitsal cologne she was talking about (because she said when I was a kid it was my favorite), that the kid in the logo still doesn't have hair. Anyway, I woke up the next day and was fixed on the couch. I woke up (still with my Sunday clothes on) and saw my mom and brother in the dining area. The clock read 5:50 and I was . I was supposed to have a meeting today at 5:00 PM. I was like, "OHMYGOSH it's almost 6PM!!" I checked my phone and there were no messages like, "Hey, b*tch. You completely forgot we have a meeting a while ago. Where are you? You'd better have a good reason or you're probably dead by now."

I jumped out of the couch, checked my watch, it read Monday already and was completely disoriented. My brother turned the television on and I saw the morning show. Drat! It was just 6 in the morning. GREAT.


MORAL: Even though the gods are crazy, even though the stars are blind. If you show me real love baby I'll show you mine.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Repackage My CarcASS

Prepare for the music industry's antagonist.

Am I the only one pissed off with all those repackaged and re-released albums? Or everyone else is enjoying it and saying, "Good thing I waited for 100 years before buying a copy!" Some are getting stupid with the idea of album sales dwindling or not selling that much compared to before (not minding the inflation rate because we're counting the number of freaking copies sold). They're pointing fingers to piracy, illegal Internet downloads, and the likes. Yet there are those who download AND buy the CD as well. I am one of those stupid people who download and buy what the shiznits music companies are excreting from their corporate capital system. From here on, repackaged/re-released albums would be called as Ungrateful Tools Of Trade or UTOT. Honestly I would have used another acronym but what the hell. I'm so pissed (in an on-going process) I can't think anymore.

Colbie Caillat released an UTOT. Now I'm calling her Colbeach. She released it a few months after I bought her freaking CD! I'm the only one I know who bought her CD and she's punishing me?! Go drown in the beach, Colbeach. (Sense the hostility?)

PCD released one, too, but I don't mind because I haven't bought their CD yet. But if I get to buy their Doll Domination, I have to have the first album as well. I wish I'm not like that.

Alicia Keys released a Super Edition UTOT. KISS MY carcASS, AKeys! I understand I bought your album early 2008 and you just released your UTOT recently but WTHeck. I even watched your concert!

Leona Lewis, Duffy, Usher, Pink, Kelly Clarkson, Chris Brown (isa ka pa!) all released fatal UTOTs as well. It's like joketime in this world. Forever joketime.

Rihanna's Reloaded UTOT is a notorious one. Imagine she released both of the added songs as singles and they topped the charts they fell out of the list.

Mariah Carey releases 100 UTOTs in a lifetime. I'm going to buy that Super Duper Ultra Mega Hyper Deluxe Edition of Emancipation of Mimi. Eat dust, Nick Cannon.

Paramore's The Final Riot. Riot?! Decode is not even worthy of being downloaded illegally! So yeah Hayley Williams contributed to the success of the annoying series but what the hell. So The Final Riot! is a live version of the songs recorded during the band's concert in Chicago. Okay, Paramore's The Final Riot is forgiven.

Britney, I'm waiting. Are you going to release one, too? Or am I going to postpone buying Circus?


MORAL: Dang it. We're from 3rd World you know. Money spent for these CDs could have been used for far more important purposes/acts such as feeding programs, donations for the poor and the marginalized, buying food, adding them for my tuition fee, and paying bills. Yet, some choose to shell out money for CDs. Hoorah!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Twilight Vampires, Bite Me

What do you live for, if you can live forever and ever... Amen? Why is it that we read a lot of books, Twilight series included, yet most of us haven't even finished reading the Bible? Next week, if you go around Ateneo de Manila University and see a female reading the Bible during break times, that would probably me.

These days, if you haven't read or seen the Twilight, you're probably Patrick Star (read: living under a rock). I was bitten by Twilight because my blockmate introduced it to me a couple of years ago. I read Twilight way before it became a trend. That's not bragging, that's I-don't-know-what. Anyway, let's face it.

OK, even though I'm not a big fan of Twilight, I went on its first day of regular showing. Haha. So how was the movie? Of course, it was a fantastic (or fatal) treat for those imagining the characters come to life. Edward Cullen is supposed to be inhumanely beautiful, but Robert Pattinson (he's Cedric Diggory in the Harry Potter movie) ain't the perfect man for it. Honestly, judgemental side aside, he's not that "beautiful" to be Edward the Vampire master. Isabella Swan, portrayed by Kristen Stewart (Catch That Kid, Panic Room), well okay. She's fine to be Bella, BUT her acting. DANG!!! Robert Pattinson can act, Kristen can't. And his lips had more make-up than Kristen's.

Why is it that I can sense that Glutathione and Metathione would be even more famous here in the country? A lot would want to be vampire-white or Twilight-white then sport red/pink lipstick, not wash their hair (Edward, take a bath) and not comb at all (Edward again). "Have you Met?"

Now, how's the movie in a feeling-critic sense. The entire movie was like shot in macro mode! If you watched it closely, you could see their pores. Of course I'm just kidding because you can't possibly see their pores because of the heavy foundation and make-up they have on their faces. The good thing about that is the movie felt personal. Like you were just behind them, being the ultimate eavesdropper listening and watching them evade vampires, eat salad, glitter under the sun, drive like they're from The Fast and the Furious, and jump like crazy. Oh, the visual effects were.. let's say, not pretty for a sure-hit-profit-generating movie. It was like the production company allotted a small budget for the movie wherein I'm pretty sure they know the movie is going to be a blockbuster. Stephenie Meyer made a cameo. Some of the scenes I really like are: the super last scene (Victoria's), the part when the Cullens arrived (it's like Mean Girls, haha), and when they were all busy preparing food for Bella then she arrived saying she ate already. Watching with a room-full of teenage girls is funny and annoying at the same time. They scream like cheerleaders!

Also, Paramore's song Decode for the movie is not that much of a killer. I love Hayley and I'm in love with Paramore but Decode is... blah. Just like the series, Twilight and Decode are just overrated. They're like the Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan (you know how much I love Lindsay) of Hollywood.

What the heck. It's an entertaining movie. Don't watch it in expensive cinemas.


MORAL: Watch it and be amazed by Kristen Stewart's limited facial expressions and her "manly" voice and actions. Don't play harsh, I also have manly voice and actions. Haha. Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart complement each other.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Shampoo Tea

Whenever I see Nicole Scherzinger's shampoo commercial in the television, I can't help to think of my Situational Leadership class. Nicole Scherzinger, the lead Pussycat Doll (how do you call her? The big Pussycat? Uh.) The head teacher in my Situational Leadership class is the president of Procter and Gamble. Now, Nicole endorses Clear - a shampoo brand from Unilever.

A few nights ago, my dad mixed honey into my tea. He loves it and I think it's crap. When I drank it, my tongue automatically stuck out. Sheesh. Honey for me is fun if you take it spoonful. I don't really like the taste so I drank the tea "bottoms up" style. Dang. Honey tea my shiznit.

As I'm listening to Taylor Swift's Love Story (I like the song, it's cute. YES, I am capable of saying and typing the word "cute," now go back to reading.) I noticed that in the song, she sounds like Avril Lavigne in more than one circumstance. The high notes are like Avril reincarnated. Now I want to watch Bolt and still James Bond.


MORAL: Sometimes, it's all in the packaging. You buy it for the packaging not for the item itself. Sit back and watch the magic of advertising unravel right before your eyes. You'll be surprised by how powerful it is. Just read Coca-Cola's history and be amazed.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

If I Were A Boy I'd Kiss A Girl in the Twilight

Katy Perry. That is the first and last time she'll be mentioned in this entry because she has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm going to type.

This is not a homosexual entry. It's just that Beyonce's song and video are total knockouts. The video and song combination is more lethal than Manny Pacquiao's left straight or hook or uppercut or whichever punch you want. I posted some of the lyrics of the song. I can't remember if I have posted lyrics before, but it doesn't matter. Read SOME (if you have the full lyrics you'd probably be smiling or nodding your skull with what you read) of the lyrics and think how could songwriters combine gut-wrenching lyrics and hypnotic melody together. Mix them all (or both) together and you get...... SASHA FIERCE.

Sing with us, Sasha!

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man
I'd listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she'd be faithful,
Waiting for me to come home, to come home.
But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, ohhhh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man
You don't listen to her
You don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause you're taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy

End the song with us, Sasha!


As usual, my title is about the least talked slant amongst the notoriously disorganized entries I type. I can change topic as fast as you can tie your shoelaces. Hmm. How fast is that?

If the Dark Side looks this good, it's so tempting to keep heart. I'd rather be in the dark, if you know what I mean. Honestly, I don't know what I meant with that. I just posted it because well, I just saw it in the Internet. I don't know why or how I came across this. Wow. Marat Safin is haunting me! This is going to be fun!

I can sense a lot of negative vibes in the next paragraph.

Twilight. What the hello?! It's a blood-sucking-I-mean-blood-draining anemic book. I don't know why people like (or love) Twilight. You know what will happen from the moment you have started reading the first book and yet a lot are eagerly waiting for the next part of the series! Stephenie Meyer did a fantastic job of prolonging the vampire love story. The only things I like in the series are the amazing front covers! They're so glossy and cool and amazing. Maybe the reason why people love the book is that others said it is good. Crap! It's just a topnotch because it is about vampires! Or is it because it is a love story? I have nothing against love stories, as a matter of fact, I loved Shakespeare's Hamlet. OK - Hamlet is a tragedy, but I like love stories, too. Vampires are hands down cool creatures except for the dark circles around their eyes which is the trend for students. Students don't sleep as well and sometimes they just eat when they're hungry (with the exception of others who keep on eating even if they're not hungry or those who keep on eating even after eating. *cough* me *cough*). Vampires, students, what's the difference. Stephenie Meyer did a good job of writing an interesting book and her publication did a magnificent job marketing her work. I have nothing against her. And the movie? I'm still going to watch it. It's a movie and I like apples and vampires and hands and the word "Twilight" because I like the song of Vanessa Carlton with the same title. Oh wait, I can hear Twilight lovers throwing rocks at our gate! Sudden question. Do female vampires have monthly periods?

After I heard her single Love Story, I downloaded (pirate!) Taylor Swift's new album Fearless, but I promise I'm going to get myself a copy of it. I'm just kind of short right now, hello, Christmas! All I can say is that if Taylor Swift can get herself inspired by love or something like it, she can write a bajillion of songs about love (what else is there to write about for teenagers?), relationships, you know the drill. See her hair? I told you it's divine! Must be tough brushing it, though.

Ooh, ooh. I've watched Madagascar 2 (James Bond, you're next okay? Don't fret. I didn't forget you.) and it's hilarious. My blockmates and I watched it and we were teasing each other because the adults who were there as well had kids with them. We were, "Crap, these kids will make a lot of noise during the movie. They'll laugh really hard." WRONG. (How do you type the sound of a buzzer? Bzzzzzzzz? But it's like the sound bees make. Oh well.) We were the ones who were laughing our carcasses out. Ok that's all I'm saying.


MORAL: Everyone has their own standards on what is nice, good, okay, and the likes. If you think a book you're reading is heaven-sent, another who's reading the same book is thinking it's the end-product of eating 500 Big Macs in 1 hour.

I still want to know. Even in theory. Do female vampires have monthly periods?

Friday, November 14, 2008

Sweat November

2008 is not Roger Federer's year.

As I am typing this, I haven't seen who won or lost in the last Round Robin match for the ATP Tennis Masters Cup. Roger Federer is down 2 match points against Andy Murray. I'm such a loser in these clutch moments. Whenever a player I like is on the brink of losing, I turn the TV off or I switch channels. LOSER!! My brother used to kid me, "Have you ever finished watching a tennis match?" However, that is not the slant I am slanting. (Huh?)

All I can say about Roger Federer's year is that..... No, I'm not going to back-up that he's on a decline, it's just that Rafael Nadal's on a roll. What I'm intending to say is that lately, whenever I see Roger Federer play, he... actually sweats. Don't think of me as a sweat-freak. It's like it's the first year he has these what normal people have - these really, really tiny holes in our body that we do not call craters but what we consider as pores and sweat glands! If you've seen how Roger plays during the past years, he just brushes his bangs from his eyes and looks all divine (and sweat-free). He doesn't look like he sweats and he just stands there. But now, DANG! He perspires and looks like a dead-thirsty desert survivor after a long rally. And his hair (bangs) now sticks to his face. He's human after all. Welcome to the real world, Roger!

Hmmm what else. Oh, I went to the mall a while ago with my mom and dad (he dropped us off) while my cousin (Angelo) followed after some time. My mom realized the moment she alighted the van that she forgot to wear earrings. She wanted to go home and get them, and my dad never forgot to tell her how she's been forgetful lately. She's going to get a facial and so I told her she doesn't need earrings. When the 3 of us were at the photo shop to have some pictures of my aunts developed, my dad realized he forgot his cellphone. My mom found the chance to throw back at him everything he said earlier. I joined the castigating but then, I realized I forgot the picture I intended to have resized. Such a douchebag! I was the last character to forget something so I got the evil grin of my parents. The 3 of us were so noisy there but good thing there was semi-loud music nearby so our regular noise was drowned by it. I hate black heads and white heads and all the colored heads in between that you could find in your nose and face.


MORAL: Going to a mall with little or no money is completely ridiculous. But going to a mall with little or no money, just credit card in hand is the most ridiculous thing you could do. That's why I don't do ATM or credit card. It's just a criminal mind in itself (people can easily be tempted you know). AHA! Credit cards should be in the list of sins as well. Wow. This is an annoying entry.

Taylor and Joe-nass : Lame

I'm honestly not a big fan of teen freaks from Disney and of the Jonass Brothers. When I told my friend while watching the VMAs in the TV how I don't really like those "JoBros," he asked me if I was from Mars. Yeah.... I like Uranus better, that planet's name is a killer in a way.

So recently I have been watching Ellen more often than I used to. Used to = (is equal to) channel surfing then sees Ellen's crazy audience then tries to watch until the end of the show. Now, I have been tasking myself with the heavy burden of remembering that the show airs at 7pm in our cable. It's an arduous task, mind you. Anyway, I was able to watch last Wednesday's (I can't remember the day) episode with Justin Timberlake and Taylor Swift. To cut the crap short, Taylor Swift told Ellen that Joe-nass (Ok, it's the Joe guy with really famazing eyebrows) broke up with her over the phone in 25 seconds. I know I don't care that much about Taylor Swift or the Joe-nass Brothers or whoever in Hollywood but that's so lame. Actually, it's a double whammy because only people with no life break up with others over the phone (read: Chace Crawford did it via SMS. Carrie Underwood must've been performing that time so he had to send her a message instead of calling her.), AND Taylor Swift actually said that in a talkshow.

So what would hormonal teenagers do about that? Write a song. Taylor Swift did. And she said Joe-nass broke up with her because he met Camilla Belle. Hmmm... Honestly, Camilla Belle and Joe-nass look good together, because they very much look alike. They're like siblings. Great.

Oh, Taylor Swift's songs are pretty good, until they start sounding nasal. The lyrics are great, too. Her curls AND her boots are to die for. Boots. Dang. I really want boots.


MORAL: Get a life.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Party Crashers aka Abbi's Friends

It was my first time crashing a party. I was not happy. My heart was pumping so much blood around my body I thought oxygenated blood would blast from my nose.

Spoiler alert (but you have to read this anyway): This entry is going to be long. Abbi and DJ Jenna celebrated their birthdays last November 5. My cousin's friend is friends with DJ Jenna.

Last Wednesday (Nov. 5) we went to Alchemy (you're my friend if you don't know where/what it is) because my sister wanted to go somewhere else days before. So my cousin told us we could have ourselves in the guest list for a Wednesday event if we want to. My sister said yes because she believes when an opportunity for free entrance arises, one must take advantage of it, grab it, and dance with it. Alright! So we went to the place 30 minutes before midnight but guessed it was still early so my cousin bought coffee in the nearby coffee-here-is-expensive-but-we-have-a-cool-ambiance-you'd-think-it's-worth-it-and-our-baristas-read-your-name-with-ambitious-accent chain and spent some time there while my sister berated (with us) the patrons there (but we're not really evil, sometimes you need to bring out your creativity and use critical thinking). It's really just Starbucks but I wanted to type that words- out. Where were we? Oh yeah, we noticed people around the microscopic parking lot of Alchemy while some were being dropped off in front of the infamous coffee chain. The three of us kept asking, "Is that Abbi's friend?" "Or is it Abbi?" We kept doing that until people started lining up. We also did. I was not in the mood because I was serious about the matter. We were on the list, ok, 3rd floor, then my sister joked, "It's an open bar, what if the party is exclusive?" OH NOSE. BAD EVIL UNSEASONABLE JOKE! Why? The elevator door opened and the few girls we were with (in the ela-ela-elevator) hugged someone waiting in the entrance. IT WAS ABBI.

IT WAS AN EXCLUSIVE PARTY.

There were balloons all around so we changed our answer in case someone asks, "DJ Jenna's friends" is better (and which is semi-real because the DJ is my cousin's 2nd degree friend while she's our 3rd degree friend) than "Abbi's friends" when all the while Abbi was the one asking. Nyaha! It was open bar but I didn't dare drink. I already crashed someone else's party and I don't want to be chugging down their/her cocktails. (BTW, all those near the open bar were male.) Ok now I'm tired of typing so I'll cut this short. Their party was fun except for some technical difficulties. Meeting new people was fun, too, since we got to know others (friends of DJ Jenna). However, I/we didn't really enjoy the midnight/morning because well, I don't know. Maybe the feeling of being in a birthday party of someone you only know - OK, someone you really don't know - is different, even though people around you (cousin and sister) keep on saying most of the people there don't know them (celebrants) directly as well. And oh, I noticed the few friends of Abbi, they were all wearing boots they made me want to ask them where they bought those. They're really pretty... Boots... I... Want....


MORAL: If you're partycrashing, don't carry any sense of shame (this is supposed to be "If you're partycrashing, dapat hindi makapal mukha mo" but I don't know the equivalent of that in English and I don't want to search for it, hahaha). Also, some things take time and practice. Crashing parties is one of them. What are you waiting for? Go crash a party and learn from that experience! God bless!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Bleaching Venus Williams

School starts later. Waaaaaah. Not that I don't want to go to school, tell me who doesn't want to go to school and I'm gonna hit him with a steel chair directly on his cranium. It's just that well, once it starts, the only time it stops (or pause if you prefer) is when the sem is over. Since 2nd sem starts in November, there's the short Christmas break. Hooray for overeating, money-sucking gifts, and week-long festivity.

But what have I done the last week of freedom? I've been Bleach-ing, watching the anime Bleach with my brother from 1 or 2am until 5:30am or until we get dizzy from watching it. Also, I've been overdoing stuff. Overeating and oversleeping. Sleep and eat. Raised to the 3rd power. I wake-up after noontime to eat then take a (long) nap then sleep then wake-up for dinner then watch the freaking anime again. Of course I'll say I've only been doing those things so that people would think I haven't been doing anything productive. (But why would I want them to think like that? Dunno myself.) My tennis trainer is not replying to my text messages. I'm gonna hunt you down!


A while ago, Venus Williams won her first year-ending WTA Championships title! She's the 7th seed and she killed Vera Zvonareva who's the 8th seed in 3 sets. It was fun until she won and Serena didn't even congratulate her. Evil Diva Sister. Haha. This year as well, there were a lot of No.1s in the women's field. Aside from Jelena Jankovic, other players to hold the No.1 spot in 2008 were Ana Ivanovic (12 weeks), Maria Sharapova (three weeks), Serena Williams (four weeks), and Justine Henin (20 weeks), whose retirement on May 14th left the race to No.1 wide open. (This is according to the WTA website.) It's all Justine Henin's fault (and this is according to me).


Also, Ms. Philippines Karla Henry won the Miss Earth 2008 pageant. I call that as Ms. Captain Planet pageant. Whoever wins marries Captain Planet in The Bachelor style. Instead of Captain Planet giving the winner a rose, he gives her toxic waste or a dying elephant. Oh well.


MORAL: Nature is a very important factor in our lives whether we want to care or not. The environment is a precious thing that would kill us if well, we try to kill it as well. So, donate a Vespa and a school bag for me. God bless.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Tennis Deadline

8 players. 2 groups. Round robin. Top 2 players of each group advance to the semis. Top player of the first group battles with the 2nd player from the other group and vice versa. It's a knockout world from there. Oh, lot's of money.

White Group:
1 - Jelena Jankovic
4 - Ana Ivanovic
6 - Svetlana Kuznetsova
8 - Vera Zvonareva

Maroon Group:
2 - Dinara Safina
3 - Serena Williams
5 - Elena Dementieva
7 - Venus Williams

Agnieszka Radwanska and Nadia Petrova are substitutes who got the chance to play.

Serena withdrew from the competition after she was defeated by her sister in 3 sets with a 6-0 in the deciding one. Ana Ivanovic lost twice (0-2) before withdrawing from the competition. However I think Ana lost because she brought Fernando Verdasco (Spain's Glamour man of 2007 not bad!) in her match and that Maria Sharapova is absent meaning she is deprived from inspiration.

Now let's talk about why Vera Zvonareva is a fun tennis creature to watch. Vera Zvonareva aka last-girl-in-class because of her last name (letter Z) is a mixture of Dinara Safina, Anna Chakvetadze, Svetlana Kuznetsova, and Jelena Jankovic all rolled into one big-eyed-eyeliner-bearing creature. How come? She cries (oftentimes) like Anna, is a perennial runner-up like Svetlana, has an explosive anger (i.e. breaking racquets, whacking stuff) like Dinara, plays like Jelena Jankovic (retriever and counterpuncher) and they both have the diva attitude as well. Btw, Serena Williams is still the mother diva. No one can beat her.

Vera is the lowest ranked player (9th in the world) in the WTA Sony Ericsson Championships and yet she emerged with a clean 3-0 slate in the round robin matches in the white group. She has washed Svetlana (well yeah she always loses everything), Ana (Verdascursed and Maria-inspiration-less), and just recently (as I have watched) Jelena in a 3-set match.

So who's playing in the semis? Vera vs Elena and Venus vs Jelena. What the heck. I wanted it to be Venus and Jelena in the finals but apparently Jelena blew the last round robin match to Vera-last-girl-in-class so she has the punishment of meeting Venus in her neat EleVen dress. And you can't just wish for things to happen. It's windy in Qatar. Red strings are amazing.


MORAL: The ball is a sphere. Head-to-head comparisons/histories are suckers. They might give some confidence to the player who has more wins but the court is a battlefield and well, nothing is certain except Justine Henin and when she retired everyone knew that no one is dominating the women's game anymore. Unless you paid the player truckloads of money to lose on purpose which is illegal by the way. Eat cocaine, Radek Stepanek. Sunday is for the men's year-ending championship in Shanghai. Now I'm hungry.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Sleepy Hello

Hello, November! I have been waking up (or staying up) before 6 AM trying my best to get my carcass off from bed (or chair) to go out and run/jog. The first time I did it after like half a year of NOT doing it was like crap.

5:30am - I woke up and to stay awake enough to change into sweat-ready attire, I turned on the television and watched live telecast of tennis.
6:00am - My mom was ready as well and she waited for the call of her cousin and his wife (the Sevillas!) whom she walks with almost everyday.
6:10am - They called and we left the house. We were there soon and they started their almost daily walk/gossip/bonding session. I wonder if they ever run out of stories to share. Hmm, knowing my Mom, naaah. It's impossible. I run/jog/brisk walk with my iPod. Loner.
7:00am - The three of them were sitting ducks already. My mom was just waiting for me.
7:10am - The couple were leaving already. So we went home as well. It was not a good run for me because after running some time, my legs/thighs were so red because I kept slapping them. They were so itchy maybe because of:
a.) I haven't ran for a long time (but how come they were itchy)
b.) Sweat from my legs were attracting the insects/nature-bound creatures (because the area had lots of trees and plants; hence, the fresh air)
Nonetheless I looked like a shiznit running then slapping my thighs.
7:30am - Refreshed myself and thought that the day is still early for my life to start. So, I decided to sleep [again].
4:00pm - WOW. I overslept again (which is not uncommon. I'm just exaggerating it here so that it'll appear as something that happens once in a blue moon)! I just woke up because our househelp probably thought I'm not breathing anymore.

I usually sleep more than 12 hours every time I sleep (or shut my eyes cold) past 1:00am (because sleeping before that time is like saying the Philippines will be hosting the 5th Grand Slam of tennis). Sometimes 14 hours, sometimes 16 hours. Shame. This is because of the aircon. I feel like a schmuck blaming the aircon for my oversleeping. Shame part 2.


MORAL: There is an actual purpose why alarm clocks were made. They're not invented for us to hit the snooze button or the repeat button every time they sound off. Also, alarm clocks are not nuisances. Let's try a case-study that happened in the not so distant past.

Example: My sister and I, with our cousin, went out late last Friday to somewhere that needs no description. We went home around 4:00am. My sister's work starts at 8:00am. She told me to set the alarm in my phone in case she sleeps through her alarm (6:30am). So I set mine at 7:00am which is like "wake-up or lose your job-that-buys-the-shoes-and-clothes" limit. I used Paramore's Misery Business as the alarm because its killer electric guitar for the intro would surefire wake the wits of my sister who's a light-sleeper. After some time (because when you sleep hours seem like minutes or nanoseconds if you prefer) she was shaking me silly and saying my phone is too cacophonous. I saw the name of the alarm and responded with something like, "Excuse me! It's 7:00am already and you're going to be late for work." Of course I quipped in Filipino so here's how it really went, "HOY! Sakin ka pa nagalit, alas-7 na at 'pag hindi ka pa gumising late ka na. Pa-alarm-alarm ka pa ng 6:30 eh hindi naman effective. Lullaby yata yang alarm mo?" Yeah, sometimes I say too much, add that it's to someone who just woke up and someone who is older than you. But all is fair in war, love, and sleep. (She jumped out of bed afterwards. She almost stepped on me. Great.)

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Healthy Sea Food Snack for the Young and Old

You know gummy bears? I fell in love with them when I was a kid. It's like true love because until now, I still smile when I see gummy bears. Yeah I know it sounds odd but it's an improvement from daydreaming about gummy bears. Like eating buckets of it until your jaw and teeth hurt. Then you'll be reprimanded when you forget to brush your teeth after putting fistfuls of those colorful bears in your mouth.

We were doing our grocery a while ago. I saw this snack or healthy sea food snack for the young and old as its label says so. I have been trying so hard not to eat fish and other sea food but I remembered eating stuff like these so I snuck two packs in the deepest part of the push cart. Yeah yeah, I'm back in those, "But meat is so tempting" part of my life. My mom is always surprised when she'll be doing the part wherein you have to pay for the stuff you put in your cart. I think these places (aka supermarkets) should be called supercartplace or something. Anyway, I think she didn't see those two packs being run through in the scanner. Hoorah! They're around PHP 25/pack.


Looks neat, right? Before I eat stuff, or while eating, I usually read the marketing shiznits written on the back part of packed goods. I opened my crab flavored healthy sea food snack for the young and old while we were waiting for my dad to pick us up. I saw these and well, I want to share it with the world.


Ooookaaayy.. It has calaium and vitamines. But wait! There's more! It contains no fat with various nutritions! Read the sentences. The girl probably perspired a lot from typing it. The kid and his dog in the picture above, yeah, I can handle that. He is still a growing child and so he needs vitamines and calaium. The dog probably wrote about it.



MORAL: You've probably eaten those, but don't judge a food by its label... sometimes. And this is one of those "exception to the rule" stuffs. They're from Japan, which is notorious in killing dolphins and in creating cartoons about everything. For the record, I prefer the crab flavor. Shrimp flavor is so plain. The crab has zesty spicy taste in it. Good stuff. Entertaining and fun to eat.

One Step[anek] At A Time


This is a puto bumbong. It's violet I know, and I like it - when we have some. My dad usually buys it and bibingka then we eat it while it's still warm. I devour them alongside my cups of tea but let's cut the crap and deal with the shiznit because no amount of puto bumbong and bibingkas can make me shut the hell up about Stepanget.

Anyway, this entry is about hating Radek Stepanek. No offense to Radek's fans (if there are any) but look at the man! In Duffy's words, "And now I'm begging you for mercy." I won't even dare post his photo because my computer would crash if I do and I'm pretty sure of it. Also, I am concerned of those who might be able to see this and if ever another person sees Radek's photo, I am not accountable for nightmares to follow. Halloween is not just over. This is not a matter of being physiognomist but let's post pictures of his girlfriend (or fiancee) and his ex-fiancee. They're all from Czech Republic but c'mon. I can't really bear him. (Maybe because I am a fan of both players from the WTA.) In defense of Radek, he's good in voodoo, nabbing 2 hotshots. Dang! He's still Fishboy! (Note that I am not alone in my ideas and comments on this one.) Prepare for real life version of Beauty and the Beast.

Martina Hingis (the ex; former world number 1) who is a survivor who woke up from a really bad dream. I feel happy for her. She also looks happy in this photo.


Now meet the present victim who is still suffering from delusion and bad spells. Hello, Nicole! Trick or treat! Either she loves Halloween that much (with regards to her Fishboy) or she just wants pity. (With the pity part, she's getting a lot of pity from millions of people around the world.)


Radek just got whipped by Jo-Wilfried Tsonga in the 2nd round of the BNP Paribas Masters. Wahahaha. Eyeloveit! I'm not wishing ill of others but I am pro-JW all the way and pro-annihilation of Radek. Heck, even the commentators are against Radek. In any way, we'll still be praying for Nicole Vaidisova's enlightenment.


MORAL: Halloween is not for everyone. Remove your monster mask. Oops. Yours is permanent. I'm sorry, I feel so evil posting this but I just can't take beauty and the beast. I never loved that fairy tale. It's crap.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Realize

Dish out Colbie Caillat (others pronounce her last name as "kalat" but hellooooooo what's wrong with you?! Colbie is definitely NOT kalat. Her music calms me down like how a tranquilizer would do to me - not that I need one.). I realized what I wanted (for now)! We have a huge table in our room where I put most of the trash - laptop, dock, printer (I'm the only one who uses it), Krispy Kreme cases of my music CDs, the old CPU, the TV, lotions and stuff, my brother's porn CDs, boxes of my sister's accessories, old dictionary, and more trash. I look left and I see the keyboard (on top of a table because I think the legs of the stand are busted) with a tennis racquet on top flooded with my sister's magazines and some piano pieces. Further left is my old study table which completely lost its purpose once it entered our room.

How? I can't study in our room! Turn the aircon on and I'm off to dreamland. Dang it. So I transformed the study table into a bookcase or whatever. The problem is that it cannot house all of my books. I need a real bookshelf, one that reaches the heavens. I'll put those I won't probably read again on top shelf. And if ever one day I decide to reread a book from there, I'll use a ladder to get it, I'd fall down, crashing on the wooden floor (but I hope I won't fall through the floor) and I'd curse that book forever. But I'm thinking too far ahead on that one.

The truth is.... I just want to play the keyboard and guitar again. So. I want a tall bookshelf, and a guitar stand. A Good Burger won't hurt, too.


MORAL: I can hear the bookshelf say, "I'm not moooooooviiiiiiiiiing..." (in the tune of The Script's The Man Who Can't Be Moved)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Lesson Learned

They said never to bite off the hand/arm that feeds you. I guess I remembered that after our cook (who is also my yaya) and I got into a petty fight because I accidentally sat upon her coin purse. When I was about to sit, she grabbed her purse and I sat at the wrong item. To keep a possibly long story short (because it is really short), we're not talking for the whole time (after lunch).

WRONG.

Since I don't eat meat, I had nothing to eat last night because she usually cooks separate dishes for me. This time we had adobo and other cruelty-full food. I ate peanuts, bibingka, rice, salted eggs with tomato, and bread with cheese spread for dinner. (Yeah I eat like a prisoner.) Then had another tea party after some hours. Boo. I'm thinking of eating oatmeal tomorrow.


MORAL: Don't do it. Unless you're in for some dieting or some hunger strike.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Folly Ticks

I'm getting craaaazyyy..

Ever since we came back from Baguio, the politics in our school organization has been bugging me like crazy. The same way bees do when they see who was busy hitting their beehive. It is my current Disturbia. Sriofeiox haasxbu the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog sdfdabnwe iopwuqoeor. Yup. Crazy. It's taking precious "I'm pondering and assessing my current place in this world" time in my semestral break. When asked if I would run to be part of the Executive Board, I usually say, "I just want free outing (Plan/EvSem)." That gives a laughing response either through IM or vis-a-vis, it has never failed inviting an affirmation. In reality, I never liked meeting de avances, candidates campaigning and all. When my relatives run for office and my mother asks us to join the campaign, I just go there because of my mother and for the free merienda or lunch or dinner afterwards. And IF EVER I campaign, I can foresee that it would be a disaster. It's a War of the Worlds type of disaster or a Titanic tragedy. When they say "just be yourself" I would lose voters rather than attract them. Instead of creating a voter's dilemma ("Who am I gonna vote for?"), I would help them decide ("Ok, vote for the other one!"). I don't know if working for the PR part of our org helps or not. I'm not a complete shiznit or anything but heck.

If there's anything I'm looking forward to for the next month, it would be watching Rihanna and Chris Brown in a back to back concert (I could already hear Hate That I Love You) and then riding an airplane the next day and wasting money in a neighboring place afterwards. Who wants noodles?


MORAL: Don't make the politics of anything get you. If you have the vision, the mission, and the objective, go for it. It's not always "you". Not everything's about you or me or him or her. Tsk. Sometimes, we are here for others. Think like that and politics is just another dead leaf you ought to sweep away. Amen.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Virtual Insanity

I'll do some foreshadowing here. In this entry, we'll tackle the golden topics of love, school, money, food, death, and beauty. Heavy topics, huh? I know. I suggest you bring out your pen and paper and jot down notes for the future.

So what precious stuff have I done lately aside from rebuilding the Banaue Rice Terraces with my mind? I have been torrent-ing or downloading stuff from the Internet. Yeah, P2P is love, but you can't blame me, I live in the not-so-3rd-world Philippines.

I downloaded all of Spear Britney's albums and is getting crazy (again) over Anticipating. I want to have her albums, I'm just having a hard time looking for all of her CDs (not to mention looking for wads of money so I could actually purchase them). I did it with Alicia Keys and I believe I can do it again. Bless me, Madonna, and shower me with the manna from music heaven. Kill Guy Ritchie and get his (which are actually Madonna's) money. Kill Kevin Federline as well. I'll burn them after stabbing (or spearing if you want) them and then put their ashes in a plastic cup from a Happy Meal. Mix it with water and truckloads of sugar then feed it to Nick Cannon so he won't dare do what they did.

Also, I downloaded the Hip Hop Abs DVDs. Hahahaha. My sister has been nagging me since time immemorial to download those freaking shiznits. I downloaded MTV Power Yoga before and thank God haven't tried doing it or I could be in the orthopedic hospital any time soon. I think I'll just go jogging later. (Try following the dance moves of Beyonce and the Pussycat Dolls in their music videos and you'll need 5 gallons of Gatorade afterwards - considering you really copied what they did. Hip Hop Abs would be put to shame.)

Speaking of downloads, I am half-tempted to download Grey's Anatomy, Gossip Girl, Ghost Whisperer, and all of the TV series I have been watching. (I suddenly noticed the three examples I gave all started in the letter "G".) I watch Chuck but the storyline's not so amusing for me anymore. Why can't they resurrect Bryce back into the story? I haven't watched the 2nd season yet but if Chuck and Sarah would be together as a couple, oh c'mon. I'll raise my fingers forming a letter "W" in both hands and give them a big "WHATEVER." WHATEVER. I just want to see Nicole Richie there. Just like how I wanted to see Lindsay Lohan in Ugly Betty. I think I want to watch Ugly Betty.

Oh, today's the dreaded day for most students since the grades are to be released into the virtual world. I care, but not so much. Grades are just bragging rights when you get into the real world. What are high grades for if no one wants to work with you? Latin honors are fun, but I want to graduate with Egyptian honors. (Huh?)


MORAL: The human mind can only produce so much. You can't teach imagination and creativity. So, what have you learned in school? Not so much because you have to go back tomorrow. Think positive, not non-existent.

SomeBreak

I have been drinking more tea in my life. I usually have my own tea party (I drink tea by the pot not by the cup) and I'm loving our percolator (even though we've had it since forever). I drink tea without anything added to it unlike my dad who usually puts honey or sweetener or whatever. Is tea bad for the health?

The tennis season is almost over and I'm having this feeling of "Shoot! What am I gonna do without tennis in my cable?!" It's not as if they're going to show EuroLeague Women in Eurosport. Boo.

Lately, my desktop background is like the United Nations. I have been using different countries' flags and coats of arms as my wallpaper. I started with the Philippines' coat of arms, then at present I have Italy's flag as my wallpaper. I like Austria's coat of arms. Check it out in Wikipedia.

I still think that Lauren Jackson and Stephanie Rice look somewhat alike. Maybe it's because of their eyes. Feliciano Lopez is sooo pretty. Haha. No, I'm not drunk while typing this.

I'll do my schedule for next week. I hope I can follow it.
*AB = or anytime in between
6am-8am (AB) - jogging
9am-12pm (AB) - tennis
12pm-2pm (AB) - eat and/or nap
2pm - 5pm - watch DVDs (TV series and movies) and/or include other activities
5pm-7pm - eat/pig out then tutor my cousin
7pm-?? - watch tennis matches if there are any
?? - try sleeping

If I follow this schedule, I don't know what will happen to me. So there's an 85% chance that I won't be following it.


MORAL: Sembreak is the time to do things you can't usually do during the semester. If you use your sembreak reading textbooks, researching about next lessons, doing advance projects, there's something wrong with you.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Dyesebelat

I am trying to post entries more frequently, so that they would be shorter and more friendly to read, I think I'll start now. My sister didn't go to work today because she said she has a viral infection. She has common colds. If she has a cough she'll tell her workmates, "I have upper respiratory illness, I can't come to work." What she meant was she has a cough. Then she told me she saw Patrick Garcia in Metrowalk. She wanted to approach him and say, "*expletive* mo! Inanakan mo lang si Jennylyn Mercado!" Then she thought otherwise, "What if hindi talaga kay Patrick 'yung bata? Kasi hindi naman niya iri-risk ang image niya, nagkataon lang na siya ang boyfriend noong nabuntis si Jennylyn." Well. I don't really care about them.

Then we got to talk about Halloween. Every year, their restaurant participates in the Trick or Treat. I told her I want to join in Trick or Treats this year, because wearing costumes is a tad fun and exciting. She said she wants to wear a Dyesebel costume. Her friends asked her, "How would you go up and down the stairs?"

"I'll sit and work with each step at a time." Imagine that in a restaurant.



MORAL: You can say anything you want as long as you say it in a manner that is not hurtful or offensive or grave, depending on your situation. You can say anything as long as you say it in a nice way. Unless you don't want to be nice. Sometimes... I run. Sometimes... I hide. Sometimes... I'm scared of you. But all I really want is to hold you tight, treat you right, be with you day and night. Baby all I need is time. Britney is alive, but I'm not really impressed with her new song.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

An Entry I'm Not Proud Of...

... because it's just pure fingerwork.

As I type this, Ana Ivanovic and Venus Williams are slaughtering each other in the semifinals of the Zürich Open. Winner meets Flavia Pennetta, who murdered Jelena Jankovic, in the finals. They're in their 3rd set and Venus gets the first break in the final set to lead 4-6 6-3 4-3. Some tennis players produce a sound when they hit the ball, usually called a "grunt" by commentators. Ana Ivanovic produces an entertaining series of sound compressed into one. There are actually 3 different sounds she makes, before she hits the ball, when she hits the ball, and after she does so - all in one packaged sound. With other players, it's just pure lung-sound. Nyeha.

From love-40 (triple match point for Venus), Ana salvages her serve to still be on the board, 4-5. She is the luckiest person during really tight points, the net cord loves her (Ana's drop shot almost dropped her from the tournament but because of the net cord, she's still alive). I still think Ivanovic's forehand is the strongest in the game. When she sets up for it, you'll know for sure it'll be a clean winner after she hits the ball. Venus Williams leads 40-15 for her 4th match point. I think she'll win this. And she does 4-6 6-3 6-4. I still want EleVen shorts.

This is the last Zürich Open. Boo. Tennis season is really drying up. Everything ends on November. Boo again.


MORAL: When you just feel like typing/writing/anything, do so. With tennis season fast approaching the end, I need to find another thing to look forward to, aside from the Holidays. I still find Coldplay's music video of Viva La Vida (which is playing while I'm typing this) annoying. I like the song, I find it amazing, but the video, uhmm. This should not be in the MORAL part of my entry but I just type words as they come along.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Netherlands, You're the Land!


5 reasons why (for me) Netherlands is so cool it could make you freeze to death. Death by coolness! How awesome is that?

1. Marijuana is legal here and people don't make a big fuss about it
2. Same-sex marriage is allowed
3. Prostitution is legal
4. Tennis-friendly place (Why, how? Richard Karjicek was born (1971) here. He won Wimbledon in 1996 beating Pete Sampras in the QF.)
5. Flying Dutchman (people in the Netherlands are called Dutch) - Even Spongebob Squarepants would agree

I know have a promise that I will visit Netherlands when the time and opportunity permits. Come with me! Focus, Netherlands, focus. Yet for now, I would imagine the Philippines as the most awesome place on earth. Note: I'm not on drugs, I just well, like to imagine the Philippines could be a neat place for most people.


MORAL: Now, where are you going?

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Resist Temptation

I am so tempted to post an entry about the WNBA Playoffs (and more) but I won't because:

1. West (ft. LA, San Antonio, Seattle) lost
2. Silver Stars (ft. Becky, Ruth, and Erin) lost
3. Sparks (ft. Candace, Lisa, and Sidney) lost
4. Storm (ft. Sue and Lauren - who was injured) lost
5. I know the three teams I mentioned above all belong to the Western Conference and they all lost (not because of me)
6. East won (duh, West lost so definitely the East won)
7. I watched most of the Playoff matches and watched the 3 Finals games (live telecast - my body clock is screwed a long time ago so it's not a big deal watching live telecasts from half across the earth)
8. San Antonio Silver Stars were swept like dust
9. WNBA season is all over and tennis season is nearing the end as well
10. Candace Parker is the MVP, Rookie of the Year, & the Face of the Year which is non-existent
11. Diana Taurasi is as hilarious as you could imagine
12. Diana Taurasi and Sue Bird do buddy blogs which is equal to hilarious squared
13. I don't know how I could watch the EuroLeague Women
14. NBA season is here and even the NBA Live 09 is here
15. I can type words and sentences the whole day about basketball, tennis, swimming, life, etc. but I won't

So I won't.


MORAL: Procrastinating is unhealthy. I know, I am doing it right now. I must've been typing about my Business Intelligence individual term paper but here I am, posting an entry after watching tennis shows. Could someone please tell our cable provider to fix the Eurosport channel right away? I don't want to be pissed off (or on?) because I don't want to. Do you? I don't.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

BirDee

I never thought Sue Bird and Diana Taurasi would be given the gift of sense of humor because they're really great basketball players. I think having sense of humor is a gift, ok? Then I read their entry/post in the WNBA website. Dang it. They're really funny they even posted the video clip of Lauren Jackson and Yao Ming. Haha.

Some excerpts. It's kinda long, but it's worth it. I'm not posting the whole thing, you can read it here.

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Buddy Bloggers Sue Bird and Diana Taurasi were in San Antonio on Friday for the All-WNBA team announcement. Waiting patiently for their awards, they decided it would be a perfect time for a tag-team Buddy Blog effort:

Dee: So I guess we're supposed to give our thoughts on Game 1.

Sue: But you didn't watch it.

Dee: Aww, come on now. You weren't supposed to say that. I don't have cable at my house yet.

[...]

Dee: San Antonio went 14-0 against the East this year! 14 and 0! 14… and 0!

Sue: That's cuz the East is weak! ;) Same team in the Finals every year!

[...]

Dee: Yeah, being at the Olympics was fun. Oh, what about Lauren running up and trying to talk toYao during the Closing Ceremonies!

Sue: That was hilarious. If you haven't seen it already, please go YouTube it right now. "How am I gonna live without Yao?"

Dee: I think she's kind of infatuated with him. She talks about him a lot. They're good friends through basketball. In a non-romantic way.

Sue: Yeah, he's married. To a former Chinese national team player.

Dee: Yeah, but she's no Sui Feifei. Or Miao. Miao was BALLING at the Olympics.

[...]

Dee: So, speaking of foreign policy, I'm all about tax cuts this season. I don't know about you, but I'm voting Obama for yo mama, McCain insane. That's it, print it.

I actually watched the VP debate a few nights ago, but I was in a sushi restaurant and it was on mute. Did Palin hold her own?

Sue: I don't like talking about politics.

Dee: If I hear the word "bipartisan" one more time, I'm gonna kill myself.

Sue: The one that kills me is the whole "hockey mom" thing.

Dee: The thing I love is that when they say, "My friends, you can trust me…" If you believe them, there's something wrong with you. And it's always, "My friends…"

Sue: And what about Tina Fey as the Vice President?

Dee: What?!?

Sue: She does a spot-on imitation of Sarah Palin. She's done it a couple of times on Saturday Night Live. Haven't you seen it?

Dee: I don't have any freaking TV! I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone.

Sue: I'll send it to you. It's really good. "I can see Russia from my backyard!"

Dee: I do love her accent. It's almost a Minnesota accent.

Sue: "Ohhh yahhhhh, we share a maritime border!" … "Can I call ya Joe?"

Dee: Every time Palin was talking, Biden was laughing. That's a bad sign. But Palin's suit did look nice.

Sue: OK… since we've made fun of just about everyone in America now, we'll let you enjoy the rest of the Finals.

Dee: And maybe we'll check in from Russia this winter. Wouldn't that be fun?

Sue: Yeah, and we'll really be able to see Russia from our backyard!

Dee: Yeah, Birdie! Good one!

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MORAL: Read the whole thing here. They're talking about other stuff when they're "supposed" to blog about the Finals. Haha. Speaking of Palin, I found out about this from JessicaRulesTheUniverse. @_@

Avril's Panic! At the Dome

I realized I haven't posted an entry about the concerts of Avril Lavigne and Panic At The Disco. I think it's necessary to post about them because:

1. Avril Lavigne deserves to stay in my brain for as long as possible
2. I think my short-term memory is not functioning well and I have to produce an entry about them or else the moment would fly from my hippocampus
3. Panic At The Disco's second album disappointed me; the first one was waaaay better
4. My wallet was almost sucked dry by my expenses - those that I could probably live without
5. September has ended and I haven't written about it
6. I think my short-term memory is not that good anymore. Wait, have I mentioned this already? I'm not sure, though...
7. And the seventh thing is that, I just have to.

Avril Lalalavigne's concert here in Manila happened last September 3 (I know it's been a long time already). Manila's in the Philippines in case you're not really good in geometry. Or is it geology?

Avril's concert was somewhat on time - just 30 minutes late - which is unusual because concerts do not really follow the time set (only movies do). Usually they are an hour or longer. Anyway, there was the pink skull backdrop (her famous logo) and a black backdrop with a huge letter "A" for the 2nd half of the concert. It was really a solo concert, no opening act (Alicia Keys and PATD had opening acts). Song/break intervals were done with her back-up singers/dancers doing street dance, and her band playing remixed melodies of her songs. If I did my math right, she played 15 and a half songs. The half song was Runaway because she played the drums and she can't finish the whole song. Her dancers were with their usual selves, their ADHD-like personality which is good for a concert because you want energy! Hmm, she did a one-hand cartwheel while singing (amazing!), in her acoustic song where she sat on a tall chair, she was scartching her legs (okay), and had different jackets (when her backdrops changed her jacket changed as well). Maybe she thought she's performing in Malaysia. This is the Philippines, and well, anything goes here. You can perform with swimwear on and people won't mind much. She does her own 2nd voice (her back-up singers are completely useless), and she played with a hot pink piano. Paris Hilton would be ashamed. It's really hot pink! One thing is that Avril went down the stage and made hand contact with the fans. My friend told me she doesn't usually do that. Since Araneta Coliseum was pretty much full, and the tickets were not really cheap, it's a good thing she did that considering her cold attitude with the fans when she last came here with Simple Plan (that was like 5 years ago). Avril is not really tall, so when she jumped down the stage to have a fan-artist quality time, she had difficulty going back up. She did what you would usually do when you're in a swimming pool and you're trying to go out of the pool with no help whatsoever from anything/anyone. Cool. Amazing. I love Avril.

Panic At the Disco performed here in the Philippines last August 14 (and you think Avril's concert was ages ago?!). I'm not really a big fan of Panic at the Disco, but since I kicked myself hard (imagine that) for missing Beyonce's concert (it's BEYONCE for Christssake), I promised in front of my stuff (things in our room) to watch concerts because you'll never know if you can watch them perform live again. So, I decided to watch them and was actually sold by a friend who suggested that Panic is pretty neat. Crowned King opened for them, and my eyes were fixed in the trombone the whole time. Anyway, the concert was disappointing, playing a few songs with no encore (they must've pretended to have, but they didn't). The highlight here is that the 4 of us who watched the concert didn't seat in our proper place. We were supposed to sit a few rows behind (the price range is still the same ok?), but then when the show started things aren't as orderly as you would want it. My heart was pounding the whole time because I don't know when the security guard would come and check our tickets. That's it. Nothing more except Ryan Ross' hats.


MORAL: Money can't buy everything. Money's meant to be spent (Wow, print this!). So, spend it.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Funeraria Water

We've all probably been inside a funeral house, in a wake, in a burial. Here in the Philippines, in a wake, there are tons of food. Some serve snacks while others serve buffet. In the snacks department, pastries from Red Ribbon or Goldilocks are sure-hits as well as tetra paks of juices and coffee. If there were water available, it would be from a dispenser brought by the family of the deceased. However, my dad went home and was excited to give me a bottle from a wake he attended. I know it's not polite to bring home stuff from a wake, but this bottled water was just too much for him to not bring home.

I know it's clean, but I have second (up to a hundred) thoughts of drinking it.


MORAL: When giving bottled water, please just indicate the name of the manufacturing company instead or just have your funeral home's name printed somewhere else. But if it's free, I won't dare complain.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Aluminum Glass Mall

You know that new mall near the Marikina River? The mall with glass one-way-mirror-type windows. It opened last September 5, 2008. Why would I remember it? Well, that Friday (Sept. 5), my dad picked me up from school and we went to Antipolo to get rent dues. Along Marcos Highway, it was urban death at its finest. I was so hungry by then I ate all of the crackers and biscuits we have in the van. To keep a possibly long story short, there were too many people and the traffic was similar to a scene in the movie War of the Worlds.

The mall is okay/nice, parking is good, their aircon is arthritis-unfriendly cold (though I think the rainy weather has something to do with it), neat view from the glass windows, but the mall is pretty small in my standards. My legs didn't even hurt a bit from walking.

So my mom decided to visit the mall and do our monthly grocery there (we live in San Juan and going to Marikina just to shop is something). I had my Green Minded Blue Blooded ESS (Environmental Science Society) shirt on and while I was checking out the food kiosks near the Supermarket with my gradeschool cousin, a 50-ish man (deduced using my judgemental side, which is pretty much always kept in the bag) signalled me to stop. I was shocked and was prepared to do a jumping out-in kick (I'm not a violent person). Then he pointed at my shirt and asked me, "Where did you get your shirt?" He's not a security guard which would make my answer, "I bought it," but based on his attire - he was sporting a shiny Ateneo jacket - he's an alumnus. So I replied, "Oh. It's an org shirt from school." Then he continued, "Ah. College?" I nodded with a "Yup," and he smiled with a thumbs-up gesture. WTHeck. I really think he was about to say something about the bonfire celebration yesterday good thing my cousin pointed at the menu board in the food stall so the supposedly-little-chat was cut.

The disturbing part is not being stopped by random people in the supermarket or in the mall, but when people ask me where I study and when I say Ateneo de Manila University, they follow-up with, "College?"

Just for the record, Ateneo (de Manila) is an all-boys school in the grade school and high school department, and co-ed in the college level. This leaves me with 2 really freaky points:
1.) Do I look like a man/boy/lad/member of the male species/whatever (I don't wear a pixie-cut or a boy's cut and I don't wear loose clothing)?!?!?!? I produce estrogen, not testosterone.
2.) Do I look like a kid regardless of sex (e.g. : I was thought to be a grade 6 student at one point, and high school at most times. And I'm of average height, but if I look young, I would take that as a compliment. Nyahaha.)?!?!?!

I just asked my brother, and he said I don't look like a boy/man. I know there are other Ateneo branches all throughout the country but I am in NCR when these queries happened.
Note: He didn't just say that because we're siblings. He really means it.


MORAL: We're all family in one way or another. I'm a young adult female. Don't you even dare.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Stupid Saturday

Forget Super Sunday, March Madness, Terrific Tuesday, or Freaky Friday.

If there are times some entries in a blog are really dull and boring, this is got to be IT. When I type some (if not most) of my entries, I do think about them. However, this is the exception to any rule, the thorn among the roses, the mole in the clear skin, and all. This entry is made out of sheer need to exercise my fingers and relieve stress from my joints. Quality points minus 19. (What the heck are quality points? Honey, I don't really know. I just made it up as I type this shizzle.) I haven't even proofread this baloney.

Rode a cab going to school, then Ateneo's gate 2 was clogged up with bazillion cars and I have to pass through there. It was close to impossible, so I had no choice but enter gate 3, then when I knew I'll be inevitably late, I just came to the JEep (Junior Engagement Program) Integration. Attended it in Leong Hall, sat behind Grucia (from the Filipino play before) and when the integration ended, walked back and forth from MVP building to A-Shop. Really. Back. And. Forth. Ateneo won the senior men's basketball championship for the 71st UAAP Season last September 25 in case you didn't know or were living under the rock for some time. Championship shirts were ridiculously expensive (and plain) and those buying them were high school students and noisy alumni.

I have nothing against alumni. They're really scary and powerful. And scary. Have I mentioned scary and noisy and powerful?

Then went to the cafeteria and met with the CROs and then tadah! Lace was there. Lace the exchange student in Singapore was there. She just stayed for a week in the Philippines and is going back to Singapore to eat more noodles and attend classes.

My internet was busted a while ago. I just hooked on the wireless internet from our neighbor yesterday. When I checked out a while ago, they already had a WPA set up. Maybe they realized I was eating their bandwidth. Well, in case they haven't noticed, their internet is as slow as the growth rate of midgets. (What?!)

Then went to Reema's advanced birthday party. Ate, drank, and sang. They kept on asking me what time I would be arriving. Turns out they were waiting for the camera girl. Gaah. I took a lot of pictures of them/us, and they're all expecting me to upload the photos. HELLO. I am really lazy when it comes to uploading pictures (yeah and you say it's as easy as 1...2. Yep, no more 3. That's how easy it is!). I need motivation to upload them.

I can't reach the deadline of the CS150 presentation and I haven't scanned our diagrams. Death. Is. In. The. Ateneo.


MORAL: You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape reality. If only Enrique Iglesias would sing Escape for me.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Western Woman Conference

Actually, I only became a WNBA fan during/after the Olympics. I didn't know Alicia Keys helps support WNBA and a video presentation with her performing and of players' special moments will be shown in the start of ABC/ESPN2 televised matches. How did I know? I watch the WNBA, d'oh. Haha, no, really, I saw (for the first time) the commercial about it and when I searched about it, I found this on Alicia Keys' site and found out it's been there for some time already:

"Alicia Keys and the WNBA | May 19, 2008
Starting today on ABC, Alicia Keys will open every ABC/ESPN2 televised WNBA game with a special performance of "Superwoman!""

This makes me love Alicia Keys more! Though I am not surprised that her song "Superwoman" is the theme song of the WNBA and she does help in the promotion of the league because well, Alicia Keys' songs (some if not most) are pro-woman. That's why I love the lady (even more).



The Alicia Keys song "Superwoman" is also the theme for the 2008 WNBA season. This video is from the opening game (May 17th) and features footage of all the teams and several players, including Lisa Leslie, Tina Thompson, Sue Bird, Diana Taurasi, Lauren Jackson, Deanna Nolan, Katie Smith, Becky Hammon, Alana Beard, Sheryl Swoopes, Candace Parker, Cappie Pondexter, Seimone Augustus, and Janel McCarville. --> I just ripped the whole paragraph from the note of the one who posted the video.


On other notes, when asked about what she thinks of the other (Candace Parker) dunkin' diva's 2 dunks in a single game (don't compare it to the NBA), Becky Hammon told a lot about how it helps the league, the Sparks, and women's basketball and, "So Candace, throw it down as many times as you can do it, baby." She looks so pretty but she talks like uhmm, like a siga. Haha. She also helped the San Antonio Silver Stars wipe the Sacramento Monarchs.

(The photo shows Seattle Super Storm's Sue Bird #10 and San Antonio Silver Stars' Becky Hammon in #25.)

There are infinite "Hammonite" posts on Why I Love Becky threads all around forums (no, I don't join forums) and if I'll ever post one it would be related to her controversal decision to play for the Russian national team (she just became a Russian citizen early this year, but she's really American) when she wasn't accepted in the US team. They were bashing her for joining one of the opposing teams, but you can't blame her. The heads of the Olympic team maybe thought otherwise of getting her, and since America as they say is a "free country," she has every right to do join other teams (Russia welcomed her into their team anyway, and even though Becky still speaks English and they're having difficulty relaying the tactics with her, she played for them). Oh, WNBA players also play for other leagues around the world after the WNBA season. There are Korean, Russian, and mostly European leagues for women.

Uh, Lisa Leslie (the other dunkin' donut) was named the 2008 Defensive Player of the Year. I just wanted to type that.

I just realized (considering I have just followed the WNBA after the Olympics) how strong the line-up of the Seattle Storm is. They have Sue Bird (I really love her hair. If there's one person whom I'll do a trade-or-do-anything-for-her-hair, it's gotta be Sue Bird's.), Lauren Jackson (I like her even though she looks so scary and she creeps me out when she wears eyeliner), Swin Cash, Yolanda Griffith, and Sheryl Swoopes. I am a Sparks fan, but then, the Storm is the only other team (San Antonio Silver Stars is okay with Becky Hammon and Ruth Riley, but the Storm just have more impact on me. Haha.) that can make me watch WNBA.

Oh, the Sparks eliminated the Storm. I guess Lauren Jackson can just take her revenge next season, while Sue Bird can continue brushing her hair in the post-season. I hope Jackson can play in the post-season.

The Connecticut Sun was defeated by the New York Liberty! Noooooooo! I was rooting for Lindsay Whalen's team, but whenever I watch the team I support, they kinda have the tendency to lose. Not good for the Sparks.

In the Western Conference, Sparks vs Silver Stars. Why do they have to beat the crap out of each other?! Why can't they just meet in the WNBA finals? I don't really care much about the Eastern Conference (Detroit Shock vs New York Liberty). Gaaah.


MORAL: Women's basketball ain't flashy as the men's. So, never compare what men and women can do in sports. There's just too much testosterone in men's basketball (NBA). Try watching EuroLeagues, they're closer to the WNBA. Hahaha.