Insert Bill Here

Mark said he found this in the ATM near SEC something. I forgot. Haha. I just want to post this because... it looks off and dubious.. :|


MORAL: Don't use too many Likas Papaya Whitening soap or any other kind of whitening soap. Your hand will look sooo fair like the one in the picture. Not good. People might think you have a really really bad case of anemia or maybe skin disease.

Really Cool Latest iPhone Design

Can't believe Steve Jobs released this undated photo of the latest iPhone design. Really full of features, visibly. The difference is that you can remove the iPod features. Cool. Hahaha. This design leaves me with nothing to type about. Seriously.


MORAL: The power of consumerism. If Kris Aquino endorses this ayPhone, uhh, nevermind. Haha. I still want to find a commercial for nail cutters. Imagine: "Nail Cutter.... nail... cutter." Amazing.

The Other Tudor Guy

I don't know if I'm going to read the book (thanks Nigs!) or watch the movie first. I just saw the movie trailer for The Other Boleyn Girl starring Eric Bana, Scarlett Johansson, and Natalie Portman. I read in a blog that there would've been a competition if Keira Knightley played Anne Boleyn instead of Natalie Portman. Ugh. It would've been more fun if Keira + Natalie, but I think Scarlett did ok here. Maybe I have seen too many Keira Knightley movies, and the way she speaks with her teeth closed (imagine biting) is bugging me just like how Blake Lively speaks with her lower lip getting funky (haha) and how Alicia Silverstone does/did the same with her upper lip. Anyway, knowing how the story of Henry VIII goes, well Henry VIII in this movie is hot. Hot, comparing it to the real Henry VIII. I know it is wrong and unfair to compare the real Henry Tudor to Eric Bana.



I personally think Natalie would be perfect to portray Anne Boleyn who's said to be intelligent and beautiful. She didn't go to Harvard for nothing. Haha. "Get me as Anne Boleyn, I went to Harvard." And yeah, James Blake, the tennis player, got into Harvard as well.


MORAL: There are some things in life that you do not need to know. Just like what is the name of your sister's pet unicorn.

Eeeengk..

Backlog... of books I have and have received but haven't read because well.. I haven't. In no particular order:

The Secret
Atonement
The Other Boleyn Girl
Chronicles of Narnia
An Inconvenient Truth
Life on the Edge
Who Moved My Cheese
How to be Really Really Really Happy
The Little White Horse
Citizen Girl
Principles of Economics
Principles of Financial Accounting

De todos modos, last wednesday my blockmates (s1/2, haha) and friends gave me a message board with all their notes, messages, and drawings of steaks, pigs, dogs ("aso para asado"... whatt?!), and other meat-related cruelty. They gave it to me before our CS class, the last class of other people..... and my First class. So I carried the message board wrapped in shiny colorful wrapper the whole day. I'm not complaining, I am thankful and touched (yes, I am fully capable of this feature) by their thoughtfulness....especially when you read their messages. They revolve around a.) tennis b.) futsal c.) Meat (they're all telling me to eat meat). Here's a sample, but I don't think this is the exact message verbatim,
"You should try doing wilder things, more fun things like..... eating meat." -_-

Forward it to Spanish class. I arrived 2 minutes before the bell in my Spanish class but as usual, there were no people yet. So I waited. The bell rang already and I was there, staring at my teacher and he was staring back with, "Hola, where are your classmates?" I was dumbfounded and I just said, "Good question, Señor." I was praying so hard that people arrive fast. After a very very long minute, one student came, then after a few more minutes, 2 more came. All in all = 4 students + 1 teacher. Now that's education, hands-on!

Before Valentine's day a lot of couples were not in good terms. I saw a lot in Ateneo, in Mini-Stop, along the streets, anywhere! Maybe that's their way of saying, "Babeh, I want something for Valentine's Day and no, not a child."

Q*: Ruth, kumusta Valentine's Day mo?
A: As usual, malungkot. It's an annual sadness I experience.
Q: Oh bakit naman? What happened or not happened?
A: Tapos na birthday ko eh.
*Q is not for question. Q = Edward. I just don't want to type it there. Oh, I am A. It is not for answer.


MORAL: Eeengk (any number of letters E's, N's, G's, and K's is just fine) is something I cannot find in the dictionary (I always carry one and I don't know why). Valentine's Day is fun because well, revenues for flower shops and stuffed animals are good. It is also nice to see couples express their love (or something like it) to each other. Just don't do PDA or something. It gets annoying and really awkward. Please, have mercy on us. Where's the moral in this entry?

Fucking, Germany / Austria

I really love Europe. Are you thinking what I am thinking? I guess not. Read the article first then let's all plan to visit the place. Ohhkay, don't bring a screwdriver, the people there (Wait, how do you call those who live there?!?!) would probably use it to kill us (or you). Uhhh, but how can we go there? Let's ask the our mothers how we could go there. How do they call mothers who came from their place? :| Here's a map to guide us or you or whoever wants to visit the place. If they have a feast, how do they call it? Hmmm.... Interesting enough.




MORAL: Name well to live well. You probably don't want to be called anything similar to that. Think before naming, well unless you are just naming your things. But hey, I don't want to name my laptop Fucking or Shit or (insert your crush's girl/boyfriend here). Well, if you're from another country I think it's acceptable. Your kid/something-alive-that-you-named won't kill you. There are a lot of cultures out there.

Philippine Space Station

skylab

n. a motorbike fitted with a horizontal board at back that can seat several passengers across.

Etymological Note: Named after Skylab, the international space station that sported jutting solar panels. Filipinos are said to have been fixated on Skylab when it fell to Earth in July 1979.

If you thought tricycles and pedicabs are uniquely Pinoy, thank the Skylab, which is a motorcyle fitted with wood plans on both sides where passengers sit. This is common in many rural areas, especially travelling through mountainous terrain. It is the Extreme Public Transportation. Instead of studying for my MIS101 Midterms tomorrow, I just watched the episode of The Correspondents about the Skylab. They interviewed a teacher who has been riding the Skylab ever since she started teaching. "It is fun to ride the Skylab, of course, a taxi is preferable but with no roads, taxis will not survive here. Also, it is more exciting, especially when the Skylab falls and we all stumble," she replied giddily. EXCITING. The only (exciting) ride (aside from those found in theme parks) I have experienced was the less notorious semi-habal-habal in Iloilo, wherein we are 4-5 in a motorcycle. They call it "single" there, since there are 4-5 people including the driver in a single 2-wheeled (duh) motorcycle.

I want to see Skylabs along Katipunan. Yay!


MORAL: Filipinos are just sooo creative. Who knows next time there would be air-conditioners installed in tricycles. Next transportation: Engine-powered skateboards. Nice.

*Note: I forgot to publish this and I just realized I saved it as Draft. Oh well.

Sweetey Nodd

The Lady, did she succumb?

Last night, after eating in Kamay Kainan in Greenhills (Annie Sexy's treat) we went to the cinema and checked the last full show schedule for Sweeney Todd. I wanted to watch National Treasure 2 because I think Sweeney Todd is fine to watch in pirated DVD (thanks to Riverbanks for our pirated copies). Anyway, Kara, Henry and Kirk wanted Sweeney Todd. I lost the democratic votation. The movie is R-18 here. Well, Kara and I are not yet 18 so she was reluctant. Then I had a flashback.

Let's flash back to the Jumanji days. I'll never forget that. I guess we still didn't know then that as long as you have an adult with you, a PG-(insert number here) rated movie allows kids inside. Anyway, my sister and I were with yaya Susan and we wanted to watch Jumanji. I was still below the required age. Then they just told me to tell the ticket person that I'm of proper age already. However, when the girl asked me, "Are you thirteen years old?" I was shaking and well, I didn't lie then. To cut the story short, we didn't get to watch the movie and both of my companions were mad at me. I survived the "evil stare" of my sister. Thank God.

Back to Sweeney Todd, it is an R-18 movie, so, when we bought tickets, the girl asked me, "Ikaw, miss, 18 ka na ba?" I lied. Then she asked for my ID. I gave her my school ID which doesn't include one's birthdate. She then asked again after checking my ID, "Kailan birthday mo?" I lied again. Haha. She gave us our tickets.Then Kirk asked, "Ako, miss, hindi mo ba ako tatanungin?" Oh well. We just thought all of them looked old enough to be allowed in R-18 movies. And I wasn't. (This age thing has happened to me numerous times already. Like when I had henna tattoo before, the guy thought I was a freshman.... in high school.)

Sweeney Todd was full of... thick, red fake blood and probably would scare a lot of the clients of barber shops. Turning the dead clients into meat pies was like the best scene I could imagine with me saying, "I told you to not eat meat! Go vegan!" The plot sucks, like it was written for those with no imagination. You could guess and predict what would happen. Even with how the characters looked like, it's like they are all part of the band My Chemical Romance. Nice songs though. And Borat (the actor) was there! We vowed never to eat in restaurants that are near barber shops as long as we can remember the scenes in the movie.

On our way home, we overheard some of the people saying they never knew that was the ending. Oh well. They might even have a different interpretation of the movie. So I was the first one to be dropped off, since I was the one nearest to Greenhills, but then on our way along Ortigas, we noticed Bruno's Barber and it became the subject of mockery. After tormenting and backstabbing the barber shop (by so much it seemed to be included in the 10 Worst Places in the World imaginary list), we saw the restaurant beside it.... Kamay Kainan, where we ate earlier. (My friends thought about the kaldereta they ate and wished they haven't said such evil words about Bruno's Barber.)


MORAL: Don't go to barber shops and have your beards shaved with an open blade... if you're a girl. And yeah, check the restaurant if it's near a barber shop. (But hey, who would ever think that they use human meat, that's just sooooooooo Resident Evil.) Damn shooting near our house, always filming the action scenes in the middle of the night! May Sweeney Todd offer them a shave.

Robin Padilla and the Fire Trucks

It's not a rip-off of Alvin and the Chipmunks or something, but Robin's Chrysler looks really macho-like (or machoesque if you like), with the big car body and beautiful, wide, shiny mags (when will the street dogs pee on it, I wonder). It's past midnight and when you are new to our place, you'll think you are in a warzone. Sounds of gunshots and explosions, break the silence of the (very) early morning. I really don't know why but they usually prefer to shoot the action scenes of a movie or an episode (of a soap) during the wee hours. The production staff must be very sensitive, concerned people. When we moved here before, my mom woke us up before, saying, "Anak, may nagbabarilan sa tapat natin. Wag kayo bababa." and she was semi-hysterical, (if only I knew then how to use the sphygmomanometer, I'm sure the results aren't ideal.) only to discover local actors she can recognize, walking along the streets with all the PAs (personal alalays, rather, assistants) they have. Hmmm, I really like the car, with its XXX (then insert the numbers here) customized plate number. Then I remembered, they don't blow up pretty cars in local movies. Boxed, second hand ones are very handy (I'm sure you noticed them), and they add to the pollution. Scream about global warming. (Try watching a film, when you see an old car, there's a 95-97% chance it'll be blown up, or it'll crash somewhere.)

Around 5pm, there were fire trucks rushing from Aurora Blvd. (5 trucks from Aurora, plus trucks from other fire stations is equal to n, wherein n is still unidentified) towards the direction I usually pass when I go home. Not good, we were fire victims (back in 1995 with super typhoon Rosing) before, so I get a little andrenalin when I hear sirens. I was stuck in traffic with my friend and I realized we were getting nowhere, so we decided to walk. Yeah. I love walking, especially on days when the weather is fine (usually 5pm onwards). Thick black smoke and a funky smell of burning stuff were the prevailing features of the day. I even thought it's part of the shooting, or like "Did Robin Padilla burn himself again?!" Not that I care. But with traffic, I really care. See, I am always concerned. Therefore, I am a caring person. Then there are Care Bears, and this is getting absurd.

I miss my neighbor's cat's lover, and his beautiful voice. Crying "meow" for three days. Oh, I forgot to post about that. Next time I will, I saved it somewhere else. I prefer him over Robin Padilla, though.

The Australian Open (Grand Slam of Asia/Pacific!) is on! Hoorah! Let's go, Marat, let's go!


MORAL: The war hasn't reached Manila, yet. Thank God. Politics is a war by itself, but do I look like I care? I care, when Marat Safin practices without his shirt on. Good thing tennis season started already. Bring the heat! Just not to the point that there'll be fire. Ohhkaay, this is a post that is... worthy of the Delete button. (But this is my blog, so bear with it. Thanks.)

Cocaine in Swiss Miss

Let's talk about cats and Martina Hingis' doping incident.

I still don't believe Martina Hingis (she's the Swiss Miss I am talking about, not the yummy chocolate drink you've always enjoyed, with tiny marshmallows) took drugs - cocaine in her case. I agree with what Venus Williams said, that drugs won't help you much in tennis. It is a mental and physical game, and taking drugs would disrupt the other side of tennis. It won't make the ball go faster, won't make your shots better. In other sports, it would make a whole world of difference. Venus is now becoming a spokesperson for women's tennis. Not bad, after being involved in the campaign for equal pay in Grand Slam events.

Ok, to quote Venus: "In tennis it doesn't matter what you might take, it doesn't keep the ball in, it doesn't calm your nerves. It doesn't do any of that," she added. "I can see in track and field and other sports, but tennis is definitely a lot of mental and skill. There is no magic pill for that," she said.

It just saddens me that her amazing career would end with a stain.

I'm such a Martina Hingis fan. She's the superhuman tennis player for me. Started playing tennis when she was 2 (play tennis at this age?! The only thing I did when I was 2 years old was throw my toys to my yaya), then won her first tournament at the age of 4 (what?!). She was even named after another tennis great, Martina Navratilova (just search her name, and you will be amazed). Martina Hingis can be found in record books, when you read something like, "the youngest player to..." her name would most probably be there. She introduced the drop shots to the now power-dominated game of tennis. Players then even thought it was illegal. Haha. And they said, her style is like playing chess on the court. (Does that explain what they usually say that, "Tennis IS a mental game"?) I can say a lot of things about Martina Hingis but would stop right now because it is 3:50am. I told you, I am a fan.

About the cats, well, I'll just post another one about that next time. I don't think it is appropriate to write about cats and talk about tennis. To tell you the truth, I'm still not yet done documenting the Cat Files, so, next time would be better.


MORAL: Don't do drugs, or they'll do you. Whatever. Just don't take them. Just. Don't. Keep out the Nike slogan just this once.