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buhi pa tawon

2008-12-10T14:38:00.005+08:00

Uy mga bruha! I'm back. Kapoy man update sa akong blog uy. Uneventful kaayo akong life so far. There's nothing there for me to blog/brag about.

Except siguro on the fact that I was scolded by some hypocrite for lacking the attitude. Heck! Figures of Authority. They just have the figure, but never the authority. It made me flood post on friendster. Pero duh! I'm way over it! Damn professor!

And we (Reane, Karen, Kuya Alex and I) won the Architecture Quiz. First Place. P8,000. Fame. And maybe some bragging rights. Nilampaso namin and Ateneo de Davao and University of Mindanao. Heheh. Kidding. Actually, it was because of luck and some stored knowledge that we won.

Another thing. Twilight. I have read all four books and have watched the first movie installment. My advice: Don't watch the movie. The movie was made for the readers. And it was made to spoil the expectations of the readers. Though Pattinson was a thing, better stick to the book if the story and not the cinematography that you're after.

Meron pa ba? hmmm...

Y So Scared?

2008-10-18T05:20:00.002+08:00

I'm not scared.
A tiny teeny bit of privacy is all I'm asking.
Would that cost you a dime?
Don't use it against me, please.
I beg of you.
Let's not let that be a cause of another petty fight.
Please...
Please...

I still exist.

2008-10-14T11:40:00.004+08:00

I haven't been posting new blog entries because school's been holding me up. But rest assure that I'm in constant update mode with my blog. Aight?

And about my unpublished entries, they're unpublished and will always be because they're unpublishable. Certainly unpublishable. And they will remain in the deepest corners of my computer, where they belong. Aight?

N.. NA.. NAM.. NAME.. NAMES..

2008-09-16T14:07:00.007+08:00

M: Makes dating fun
I: is really sweet
L: very good kisser
E: has gorgeous eyes
S: makes people laugh
____________________
A: hot
B: loves people and sex
C: good kisser
D: can kick your butt
E: has gorgeous eyes
F: loves people wild and crazy adore you
G: very outgoing
H: stick to one
I: is really sweet
J: is very sexual
K: crazy
L: very good kisser
M: Makes dating fun
N: loves to laugh and smile
O: has one of the best personalities ever
P: popular with all types of people
Q: a hypocrite
R: funny
S: makes people laugh
T: smile to die for
U: is loved by everyone
V: not judgmental
W: very broad minded
X: never let people tell you what to do
Y: is loved by everyone
Z: can be funny and dumb at times

CHEATING ORANGE

2008-09-10T12:45:00.003+08:00

For those who don't get this strip, it's SHE orange and HE banana cheating from HE orange which is the boyfriend of SHE orange. Gets? The strip's kinda cute because you got to see the humor inside somebody's fridge. Bananas and oranges making it out? Smoking and drinking orange? Who would have thought.

HEAR ME BRAG!

2008-09-07T14:22:00.002+08:00

Note: This entry is solely the opinion of the author.

Our batch has been noted as the worst batch to have ever existed in UP Mindanao under the BS Architecture Program. There’s no denying it. Our batch has been the best crammers of the lot. “Cramming brings out the best in us” is habitually uttered when we’re asked about our not-so-effective way of doing things, line justifying our shortcomings as an Architecture student. We have also been the suki of walk-outs and public humiliation. Every batch besides ours knows that, even the alumni.

So what’s my point? Nothing. I’m just doing all of you a favor. That instead of you doing the rubbing, I will be doing it for you all. We are amenable to every fact stated above. But please, enough of all the nonsense humiliations and walk-outs. We’ve grown so used to it that you’ll find our reactions to those situations very offending. Mapalaw lang mo. Our faces have grown so thick (and pimple-infected) that even the sharpest remarks won’t make any marks anymore. Yes, we are procrastinators, the best ones maybe, but you’ve had your shares of procrastinations yourself, haven’t you? So that makes you no different from us.

Yes, this is justification of the wrongdoings; if that is how you are going to put it. But it’s a reasonable justification of the wrongdoings. Why? Because it’s utterly overrated how you murder the image of our humble batch! Are your minds too clouded by the negatives that you all fail to see how this batch has been contributing a lot for the betterment of the program, even if it’s not academically? Isn’t it enough already that we are being punish through our grades that we also deserve the privileged of being the laman ng lahat ng usapan inside the faculty room?
Every batch has its own share of these things from ranting mobs waving stakes and flaming torches in the air disguise as figures of authority feverishly noting down mistakes in their well-organized planners and stick-notes.

We are no better than the rest, but we are no worse than them also. So why make that much of a fuss on us?

Im so starting my SIDELINE!

2008-09-05T11:18:00.004+08:00

After weeks of bragging Peter from Equalmall about my application to be one of their "retouching team" (actually, Ian's been doing the bragging job for me), I finally have an account. And they finally gave me sets to work on to. That means I'm officially in. I'm so happy. *ear flapping in happiness*.

What's my job? Retouching images of Equalmall models. Stuff like removing eyeluggages, smoothening their skin, extending their legs, ironing digitally their clothes... In short, making them look perfect as much as possible. Ian is in for the job also. He was actually to first one to work with those people, he just referred me to them.

The set they gave was today's just a test set but hopefully later, I'll be earning some Australian dough *fingers crossed*.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

2008-09-05T01:33:00.001+08:00

Being a blogger, I am entitled to express my very self in this blog. But one may go beyond that right and sometimes abuse it. And I am guilty of that. Abuse ranges from add-on fictions to simple exaggerations and finally to damaging lies. And these things often, if not always, yields unfavorable results. So I decided to censored the censore-able, ommit the unneccesary and avoid the untrue not just for this blog but also for the many others. So if you notice some changes in the previous blog entries, that would be the result of this.

I WOULD BE MY SELF's VERY OWN COPY READER.

WOMAN=FISH

2008-09-02T11:24:00.000+08:00

"A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."

-Gloria Steinem

Of False Alarms and Dusk-til-Dawn Partying (Censored)

2008-09-01T16:56:00.001+08:00

Everything has been a false alarm. To everyone concerned, all is fine now. Yah, like F-I-N-E. The happenings the night before was just a product of miscommunication and trust issues. But it has been resolved and cleared. So everything is a-okey now.

Speaking of the night before, it was such a v.nice night, the ARKI girls' night-out. I had a wonderful time considering a particular event. Blow-by-blow account? Of course I'll give you. Here goes:

The night commenced at Jikoy's, a bar with live band inside Prime Square along F. Torres St. After we (me, Reane, Karen, Lizlee and Sarah) found ourselves a table to settle on to, we ordered a bucket of RedHorseBeer. In the middle of our discussion on how the band vocalist had different voices (he copies voices, parang voice talent!), Bianca arrived together with Sabs and suggested that we transfer to RedMoon. A few reacted as RedMoon is kinda fancy but was decided that we go on after Myra, Oliver and Nina arrived. So after we drained up the whole 6 bottles, we transferred to RedMoon. *few parts omitted* I pigged out the whole time we were there with the chicken Bianca bought. I decided not to take another. Lizlee left. Heck that girl! (hahahaha). It was around 1:30am when we left and decided to walk our way to AutoShop Compound.

2am we arrived there, and Myra was very giddy to hit the dancefloor inside UrbanClub. But P100 was not worthy of just an hour of dancing since the club closes at 3am. We went inside G-mik instead and sang our hearts out. I sang "WHY" by Avril Lavigne. The finale performance was from Oliver. The lucky song: MAGDALENA. Hahahah!

We hit the roads after our time in G-mik on a SIDECAR! 9 of us, on a sidecar, excluding the driver! Imagine that! Destination: SOUTHPARK. Since every bar in town was closing, our barguide Margie suggested we go to Southpark to party some more since it was 24hour, or so she thought. To our disappointment, Southpark was closed and C5 was too which was our second option. Hunger was hitting everyone and our feet were tired of walking already. So we fetched Sabs in Sequel Ilustre, walking all the way there from C5 since we got off the sidecar already. We waited for Sabs to log-out. Myra, Oliver, Nina and Margie went home ahead of us. Hunger cannot be disregarded by this time so we decided to go to 24-hours McDo Matina. EAT. EAT. EAT. After stuffing our stomaches with fastfood, Reane, Sarah and I went online for an hour before deciding to go home.

"GOD IS A BED" is what's inside my mind by the time I arrived home and hit the sack.

PS: Pictures coming up later. Still need to gather them from those individuals who brought there cameras/camera phones with them.

1 Message Received

2008-08-30T21:45:00.001+08:00

We partied.
Got drunk.
Received an awful text message.
Broke up.
Cried.
Cried harder.
Laugh-cry.
Get drunk.
Two puffs.
Walk a mile.
Sang a bitter song.
Diverted mind.
Bar-hopped.
Bar closed.
Walk a mile again.
Ride a jeepney.
Pigged out.
Awful realization.
Slept inside Mcdo.
Walk another distance.
Blogged.
Getting heavy feeling inside chest.
Trying hard not to spill any tear.
FUCK! ITS INDEPENDENCE DAY!
KUDOS TO ME!

Taho. Taho. Taho.

2008-08-30T18:40:00.001+08:00

Taho.. (ano ba english translation nito?)
I like it warm and saucy. This has been my all-time favorite street food ever. My katabaan since I was a child was due to my addiction to taho. I have been lucky I can tolerate the lactose intake in my system or else I would be like my sister who always experience stomachache when she eats one. Its a mixture of soybean custard, sago pearls, melted kinugay scented with langka, and Manong Taho's sweat, saliva and accidentally-fallen boogers. Nahh just kiddin' (or not).

Everytime I don't have an early class, Manong Taho has been my alarm clock. Everytime I hear him scream his esophagus out to attract attention, he never fails to attract mine. I immediately get up, rush to the kitchen and grab the biggest glass in the rack! Mas malaking baso, mas marami. Nahihiya kasi sila minsan pag hindi napupuno ang baso. HAHAHA! When I can't have a glass of it, I always find myself craving for it in the middle of the day. Meron bang nabibili nito sa mga convenience store or sa grocery? Hanggang tanghali lang kasi usually sila Manong. Hmp! KUNG SINO MANG MAY ALAM NG MGA COMMERCIAL TAHO, UTANG NA LOOB SABIHAN N'YO AKO!

1 month in the making!

2008-08-29T09:47:00.001+08:00

At long last, the day of the birth of my pimped blogger has come. *angels singing*
After a full one month of unpimpy-ness, it has been reborn! char!
Ang drama naman talaga. Wala lng, just emphasizing the hardship I've been through before this. (Hindi ako magaling mangalikot ng mga codes, pusod ko lng kinakalikot ko.)

Anyways, I WELCOME ME AND MY HUMBLE BLOG. Hope you do too.

Tatah!