Tuesday, July 30, 2002

my bestfriend insisted that i change the color of my blog... baby colors daw kasi eh....

so yeah... just because you're special to me... just because i'm happy whenever i see you... just because you helped me repair my site... i'll change the colors... as soon as i get home...

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Sunday, July 28, 2002

Why I love UAAP?

Because I’m excused for being too loud. I can curse La Salle, Ateneo, UP, and other universities without being labeled as ‘bastos’ or ‘walang modo’. I can call them ’bobo’ on the merits na hindi mashoot ng player nila ang bola.

I remember one particular La Salle-UST championship. One La Sallian had a placard “tuition fee ninyo, baon lang namin”. Personally, I was hurt. I was a high school student then. Buti na lang may Varsitarian na tagapagtanggol ng dignidad naming mga Thomasians. In fairness, mabenta ang Varsi nun. Pero siguro kung ngayon ko nabasa ang placard na yun ngayon, I’ll take my red pen out.

Mahal nga ang tuition niyo, mali naman ang grammar niyo.

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I love UAAP cause it makes me feel like I’m really in UST, and part of the Thomasian community [Kahit nung Edsa dos Thomasian rallyists were screaming “Go USTE!”]. I guess I was brainwashed into that thinking. Hello! Grade four pa lang ako may UST Tiger t-shirt na ako (part of the elite ka kasi pag meron ka nun eh). That was the year when Aric del Rosario became the coach and changed the name of the Goldies to Tigers. Tsaka “eyo-eyo” pa lang ang cheer nun. Hindi pa nga umaariba ang Salinggawi eh. Tsaka Jollibee pa ang sponsor ng cheering competition nun. Kaya the dancers don’t have to wear some silly costume to kiss the ass of the sponsors to win the competition. It was pure talent.

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My favorite year was when Salinggawi high kicked the ass of other competitors because they introduced the four-man pyramid.

It was also, I think, the year when they staged a skit during the halftime—a tiger mauling a begging green archer.

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I love the energy in UAAP. I love UAAP. Because I can cheer.

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Of course, I was also one of those people who begged my fellow Thomasians to pay attention to other sports. Like swimming. In fairness ha, pinanood ko ang bestfriend ko sa Rizal Coliseum. Pero kahit anong explain nila sa kin kung ano ang difference nang breast stroke sa butterfly, di ko pa rin magets.

Tsaka, pinalakpakan ko rin ang volleyball team namin nun. Kasi grandslam sila eh.

Nanood din ako ng track and field… Okey, aaminin ko na kasi madami akong crush sa team na iyon. Pero at least nanood ako… nang practice.

Soccer, sobrang cheer ako sa field ng USTe ha. Hindi lang para kay Jao Mapa, kundi para sa UST na rin.

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I was harassed by pam today. So what’s new? I had my vengeance. She took her skirt off when she thought no one was looking. Haha… buti nga, her boxers were exposed to the general public. She forgot that one window was broken so anyone across our building could see her yellow shorts. Isa pa, our door was partly done in glass, so all that a passer-by should do is turn his head, and voila, he would see the respectable writer without her skirt.

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I lied across the grassfield of UST for nothing. Grabe, we were doing our assignment for our Photojourn and the cam was doing fine. Until we had to do the “hear no evil” project. Ngek, the shutter speed control suddenly gained a mind of its own and it wouldn’t budge. No matter how we try to push, pull, or attack it.

Sayang talaga. Maybe it wants to hear the evil.

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Good thing was, I used my waterworks to my mom and she suggested that we buy a new one na lang. Hoorah!

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Promise, I won’t drop it like my Olympus. I’ll use the strap.

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We bought the cheapest Nikon. The FM 10. It was between that and Cocina. Call me brand conscious, but why would I want to buy a cam with the kitchen as a brand?

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I just realized that I treat sanshayn the way I treat my baby cousin, Dondon.

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Thursday, July 25, 2002

Baka mamatay na tayong lahat sa 2019, may tatama kasing asteroid sa earth on that year

My friend Ronron woke me from my nap for this nugget of information. I freaked out. Telling me that I’m going to die 17 years from now is not the best way to wake me up.

So I replied in kind.

Eh ayon nga sa Mayan calendar, end of the world na sa 2010 of December 12. And the Mayans never miss a prediction.

"Well…" Was his only response.

Lesson number One to my friends: Never scare me about my death. Secretly, I’m a Goth, so I’m more morbid than all of you combined.

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Mayans, the interesting lost rich civilization of the ancient world, tells me that I only have about eight years to live. Eight years! It’s fitting to have eight things that I have to do before I peacefully go to oblivion.

1. Go out of the country. Visit all of Asia, especially Thailand. Take a European Tour, must not miss Greece and Rome. I absolutely have to see Parthenon and Mt. Vesuvius before I die.
2. Must have sex.
3. Must bungee jump (I’m terribly scared of heights).
4. Must meet Anne Rice.
5. Must participate in an archeological expedition.
6. Must learn how to fly a plane.
7. Must have a one-woman show in photography.
8. Must marry Johnny Depp.

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These past few days, me and the rest of the masa have been forced to suffer a Kris-Aquino overdose. She’s back in the morning talk show scene. Normally, this news would have made me applaud for ABS for the wise move on their part, because I have to admit that she’s good at it. Unfortunately, I remembered that I’ll hear her irritating voice again in Game K N B? Then, on Sunday she’ll be hosting The Buzz. Is there a shortage of new faces?

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In Pangako Sa Iyo, Bea Bianca (Vanessa del Bianco) is back. She discovered that she’s really Electrica Powers, the daughter of James Powers. She returned to the Philippines to avenge her mother’s death (who died on the street because of poverty) by making Amor Powers (Eula Valdez), the second wife of her father to suffer. Bea Bianca a.k.a. Electrica thinks that she must include Inah in her plans because she's the daughter of Amor by Eduardo (Tonton Guttierez), therefore she enjoys some of James’s wealth. Bea Bianca denies that she still wants Angelo (Jericho Rosales) [who still cannot believe that Inah is his sister by Eduardo, therefore he insist on having a DNA test]. On the presscon of Inah on her first TV show, the character of Ina Raymundo (her name escapes me at the moment) attacked Amor Powers because she's jealous of Amor's closeness with Eduardo. Eduardo kasi, is her husband.

That’s just one effing episode.

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Why are they fighting over Eduardo’s sperms?

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I've seen MIB 2

I'm speechless...

I don't know whether I liked it or not. I wasn't impressed by the aliens. I did not laugh, or smiled, the entire time I was watching it. Not enough violence. Definitely, no sex. I was wee bit surprised about Michael Jackson's cameo role. But other than that, I left the theater not feeling anything for the movie.

Will I watch it again? Not if I have to pay another fifty bucks.

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What's happening to me? Usually kasi, I lower my standards for movies like MIB. Pero why? Why did i not enjoyed it? Is it because I've already reached my quota for entertainment? Is it because I've seen too many movies? Is it a case of "been there, done that"? Grrrrrr...

I'm affected and I'm bothered because when appreciation for movies like MIB not happen, I know something is wrong...

Or maybe it's not me.... it's the movie...

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Michael Jackson could be an alien without any costume... He's scary enough as it is... On the big screen, he's horrifying!

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Wednesday, July 24, 2002

Leidy, out of boredom in theology, made a new game for us. We had to answer this question: What’s the last job that you expect your friend will hold in the future. My friends said I could never be a labandera and a maid. I totally agree. My employer will just feel cheated if they had me. I’m maarte pa naman, and I’m too lazy. I’ll probably hire another maid and labandera to do the job for me.

Pam said I’ll never hold a boring 9 to 5 job. Magdilang anghel nawa sana siya. I’m too hyped-up to be chained inside an office. I’ll just drive my co-workers crazy.

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Kathy argued that she could be a treasurer, accountant, and a tour guide. Yeah, and I think she can too, if she start keeping her hankies and ball pen for more than a month. And her wonderful, wonderful sense of direction will keep up with the rigors of being a guide.

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Pam said she could be a TV host Oprah-style. I must contradict her. She’s more in league with Jenny Jones. I can’t imagine my bitchy friend saying in front of her audience, “When I was overweight, I felt unloved, so unattractive. But ever since I lost 20 pounds, my confidence soared!” Also, Pam is too free-spirited to tell other people how to live their life.

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Shayn gave us all a hard time. Maybe because she can be a stripper, a whore, a saint, a nun, a novelist, a bum, anything she puts her mind into. But for me, she’ll never be I’ll-eat-my-young-if-it-would-mean-that-I’ll-succeed executive.

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We all couldn’t imagine Leidy being a stripper. The nun in the barkada, working in Coyote Ugly? Nah!

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Patricia will never be a happy housewife. For any man.

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Lei a sumo wrestler? Ridiculous!

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Gabby, weight lifter, surfing hunk, priest!?! Eerie, twilight zone theme song please.

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Last night, we had fun reminiscing the time when Pam defied the laws of physics.

A few days ago kasi, when Manila was soaked with leptos-pyrosis (tama ba?) water, we were still in UST. So we had no choice but to tiptoe around the H₂0.

There was this one obstacle course that we had to undergo. We had to transfer from one side of the street to another. The catch was, we had to do it with a limited space because there was the water problem, we had to contend with the sharp corner of the building, and the grilles.

Pam was the last one to go. And I can still remember her expression when she was stuck between Adelino Street and Dapitan. Her face was stuck (sorry to be so redundant, but no other words could substitute this one) on the wall of the building, like a fish in a frying pan. She was wet. She was obviously more concerned with the welfare of her bag than herself because she was cradling it despite her current situation. And she was laughing.

Looking back, if I didn’t move to help her with that bag, she’d probably stay there forever.

It was A Walk to Remember without Shane West and the Only Hope theme song. Pam was Mandy Moore. How fitting, didn’t she just say last time that Moore is her favorite pop star next to Britney Spears?

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Bobby Yan in Whattamen… What were they thinking? Replace Rico with his older brother?

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One drinking glass used as a props in MTB (not to be mistaken for the music television, this is the jologs version) had a price tag.

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I saw my bestfriend yesterday. I was happily surprised. Laurice told me that she’s been driving for a month now without a driver’s license. MMDA, if you see a maniac lady driver on the road, please, be kind to her.

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Tuesday, July 23, 2002

When I was in grade four, I had a Walt Disney stationary. At the cardboard back was one sweaty Goofy in a running pose. I also remember that I had a clay play set then. So I gave Goofy some background. Placed some trees, a house, and gave him a friend.

Our maid came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I told her things about how Goofy became sweaty, what he was running away from, what his intentions were, and what he wanted to do. That maid told me that I had an overactive imagination.

I didn’t believe her. Afterall, I’ve been making up stories about inanimate objects and drawings as far as I could remember. Surely, everyone is doing the same thing. Only, she has been meeting the wrong people.

I always had a protagonist. And of course, my protagonist will always be superhuman. Sometimes my protagonist will be a Siamese triplet who will be very poor but very beautiful. I’ll give them a Cinderella-like background and it will all end in happy endings.

Sometimes my protagonist would be the mouse from the American Tale. In my version, he would have his own love interest, he’ll eat lot of cheese, all cats will be slaughtered (except the good cats), and his family will be rich.

But my favorite is whenever I’m the star of my dreams, and I get to have a library of Sweet Valley Twins. Plus, I have superpowers, I could fly, I could make objects move, I stop time, and I’m my own genie. I’m the original charmed one without the “witch” title attached to my name. I help the poor, I make foundations for them, I build schools. Nobody is allowed to fight. Else, they get kicked out of my utopian world.

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My first poem was about the shape of an egg. How it often confuses me whether it’s round or oblong. And how I hate the yellow yolk.

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Grade Six, we prayed for the championship. Please God, be a Dominican. Help our tigers in shooting the ball.

The Tigers won that championship. I read all about it from The Varsitarian. Of course, I had to steal my copy from the main building cause elementary students don’t pay miscellaneous fees (despite our expensive tuition). And for the first time in my life, I read a woman writer. The name of her column was Stiletto, she was Karina Torralba, the EIC. Gawd, she sure kicked some hinny.

Promised myself I will be like her. I’ll be a writer, a journalist. I’ll right the wrong, and chase the bad guys to jail.

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Sunday, July 21, 2002

I just read Gabby’s blog. And right now, all I want to do is punch Bozo right across his ugly, hairy, and disgusting face. Bozo had been spreading rumors against my friend. Take note: RUMORS! The liar! At least Gabby doesn’t have to lie about his credentials.

You’ll never have what we have Bozo. We have love, and we don’t politicize about it. We will never use each other’s name in a speech to impress other people. You know why? Because to quote Pam, “It’s bad taste.” We also have our untainted own. Besides, the only other person who will consider you as a friend is that idiot that you use to rat in our yahoogroups.

Salivate and be envious. You’ll only know this kind of happiness from afar.

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We humans only use 10% of our brains.

Chasing chicken through town naked was a punishment for a woman who committed adultery in France.

Buckingham palace has 602 rooms.

Bet you didn’t know that … and other things too.

Pam have JM, I have Zhara. She stores the most useless information about animals, places, people, and things. And then she springs it to you on the most unusual moments. I read somewhere that Tyra Banks is like that. So, feeling naman ni Zhara si Tyra siya.

Kidding aside, Zha is one of the most influential person in my life. She got some principles in life that I have adopted into my own. But probably the most important one that I have learned from her is, I can conquer the world if I want it.

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I feel so superior today. I just freaked Bozo out without even lifting a finger. He approached the Comelec chair of our society today, and he was screaming his head off. Asking why the Comelec allowed the posting of a letter that would reveal his irregularities.

It was a very funny scene really. Bozo was red in the face, his eyes were already bulging, and Mhel remained cool, calm, and collected. Plus, Bozo was claiming and accusing Mhel that the election was fraudulent... and I was thinking... my God the gall of this guy is too much... I couldn’t help it, I smiled.

He saw me. And he probably thought I was behind the posting. Which I wasn’t, I was only aware of it, but I’m not the instigator. He screamed, “Sige you just smile, your days are few!”

Omigosh, I am so scared. My knees are shaking! He means to say that I only have Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays? I no longer have Friday to Sunday? Oh noooh!!! Heeeeeeelp!!! Kawawa naman ako!

When I went out he screamed in the corridor, “May araw din kayo, gago!”

I won, without the votes. Gawd, I love my power over him!

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My story, however, does not end there. In his disturbed state of mind, he smashed a glass of the bulletin board with his bare hand.

He had eight stitches. The Student Board agreed that the posting was legal, and he has a pending case for destruction of school property.

They say it’s very rude to point at other people. Maybe he wasn’t aware about that rule in basic etiquette. Buti nga! I hope it hurts like hell in the morning!

Nothing would make me happier than putting an “L” shape on my forehead everytime he walks my way.

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Friday, July 19, 2002

Have you ever experienced a time when you suddenly notice that you’re acting the exact same way that you hate your parents for?

I realized my actions these past few days were just that.

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I, a 20-year old woman, fully aware of the consequences, took a mother-prescribed but somehow doctor-recommended medicine during my infirmary days.

Turns out, one of the capsules there was an antibiotic meant to be taken thrice a day, not every four hours like my other medicine. Uh-oh.

When I went to the doctor (finally), he told me that I have to wait for days before he prescribes another antibiotic, so that I can flush all the excess out. It didn’t help when he told me that antibiotic overdose usually results to kidney shutdown.

Kidneys, if you can hear me, please, go on with your work, go on.

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Doctor said that I’m on the verge of acquiring asthma. Therefore, I am hypersensitive these days.

Can’t eat fibrous fruits. Can’t eat malalansang food. Can’t have furry blankets, pillows, and teddy bears. Avoid smoke, dust, and such.

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Hypersensitive. I like the word. Makes me feel fragile and dainty. Ngek!

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Doc also told me that I’ve been drinking the wrong colored ventolin these past two days.

I’ve been drinking the pink one, when in fact, it should be blue. Pink Ventolin, makes the patient cough more, not less. Must remember that blue is a good color in a cough syrup.

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Dismissed the deafness I’m suffering this day as a side effect of all the wrong medications I took.

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Conversations of a Mother and a Doctor (with the daughter on the background)

Doc: So, iha, habang iniinom mo yung ventolin di ka naman inaantok? (Were you sleepy when you were taking ventolin?)

*Daughter shakes her head

Doc: Okey. So itong gamot na to, ibibigay ko sa iyo, kasi pumapasok ka, para di ka antukin. (You’re studying, so I’m going to give you a medicine that won’t make you sleepy).

Mom: Eh, dok, baka ‘di naman siya makatulog. (Doc, what if she can’t sleep as a result?)

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Lastly, if the doctor asks what course are you taking, he’s not interested in getting to know you. He just wants to know if it’s related to your disease.

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Tuesday, July 16, 2002

I just spent two of the most horrible days in my life. I’ve been sick.

It annoys me to concede that I’m not a goddess immune to viruses. I guess it just serves me right. I’ve been ignoring the symptoms, refusing my mother’s advice to take some medicine, and acting like the rain is just some water falling on a whim but will never hurt me. Must remember: an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

For that impudence, my tongue still tastes bitter; my back aches like I’m 70; I have to take 2 capsules (sometimes 3, because I often mistake Alaxan for Tempra, it was badtrip talaga cause my mom was counting the tablets, so I can’t fool her) and two tablespoon of cherry flavored cough syrup every four hours; and every time I cough, it feels like my intestines are coming out of my mouth… Sorry to disgust you… hehehe…

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Medicine, no matter how many sugar or flavor you put in it, still tastes like medicine. Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!!!!

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Again, another mind-boggling, nerve-hacking, tear-inducing question came up when I was chained to my bed this last two days.

How come my mom takes good care of me when I’m sick, but I don’t give her enough attention when she’s not feeling well?

Am I a bad daughter or is it a universal rule that it’s easier for parents, especially moms, to sacrifice everything for their kids than vice versa? *sigh

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The following are the heroism (or voodooism) my mom did for me (actually this is too embarrassing to share, but what the heck, this is my journal anyway)…
1. hinilot niya ako (Hilot as far as I know have no direct English translation, the nearest, but not the actual translation, is massage).
2. She sponged my head, arms, and legs with tantananan.... malunggay (Don’t even ask how I smell)
3. If she had her way, she would have spoonfed me with noodles, at 5 in the morning
4. She pounded my back like she was beating a drum. It was painful at first, but I soon got used to it. (She said that the pounding relieves the lungs).
5. She was very nice to me…while I was too busy being mean to her.

Thanks mama!

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I have to edit my blog. It turns out that I’m too offensive for blogsnob. They won’t run my ad. *Sigh

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To Erica, I’m sorry, I lost your icq number… can you send it again?

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To Zhara, whom I hoped but never really expected to read the garbage I post here, pare, palagay mo talagang mamatay na si Horje? Pano na si Chayito? Pano ka na? Buti nga kay Lena…

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Soap operas, makes our life look less complicated, more fun, and more fortunate. Although most of them end in happy endings, how many minutes are actually allotted for their happiness versus the hours of their suffering?

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Saturday, July 13, 2002

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Can I die right now?

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Friday, July 12, 2002

If Harry Potter has He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I have Bozo the irritating clown.

He assumed a position that is no longer rightfully his. Why he even thought he could get away with it is beyond me.

”Everything is Politics,”he once said. Maybe that’s why he has no real friends. Maybe that’s why he’s not aware that some people can do extraordinarily kind things for other people for the sake of friendship, love, and humanity. Maybe that’s why he forgot Integrity and Honesty—two virtues that will always be an ally when issues against a reputation are raised.

The very foundation of his political existence is fraudulent. Now, his actions are coming back to haunt him.

I would have laughed if he weren’t so pathetic.

I feel sorry for you B.

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Phew, destroying other people’s life is hard work.

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Leidy told me that Patricia thought a santol is actually a chico.

As usual, feisty Patwee shocked another poor paparazzi with her dyke stories. The victims were her fellow passengers in the jeepney. My fink told me that the expression on the faces of their seatmates ranged from comical to downright hilarious.

Proud of Patwee because she’s proud to be a lesbian. But next time, sweetie, make sure I’m there when you share your stories.

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Thursday, July 11, 2002

Let me get this one straight... I am not angry with anyone, especially to my "certain" friend Shayn... To quote my conversation with Zhara "I am too forgiving, too kind, and too fucking gullible to be angry at anyone for long" (I mean yung mga normal na tao ha... Bhen and Bernard not counted)

Premature nga lang ang pagkadiscover nila... kasi I didn't expected na I would enjoy toying with html eh...

Lemme tell you something about "Certain-Friend" Shayn... If anyone ever told you that she's quiet, that someone would be correct... But if he tells you that she's a nice little girl... It's either he's lying or he's been duped...

Shayn is a bitch who loves astrology, palm reading, and the whole madam auring works...

She's manipulative in a very subtle way... hehehe... how can you resist a little girl?

She's not as clueless as you think, she fights back in an oooooh-soooo damning way...

And yes, she's adorable, she's beautiful (not pretty), she's smart, she's funny, and she's lovable...

There... I've settled the scores na ha pi ay si?

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Remembering the Titans…

“In Greek Mythology the Titans were more powerful than the gods.”

Yeah, and where are they now?

“Was it for the team, or was it for you”
If I were Denzel Washington in that movie, my reply would be, “You’re white. You never experienced establishment doors being slammed in your face just because of your color. We on the other hand, have to be the best to be accepted.”

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I’m sorry. Movies like Remembering the Titans gets to me. When I went to Videocity to borrow a vcd, I chose this one because my adviser in Tomcat used to tell me about the movie’s technical quality. After watching it, I forgot about correct camera handling and picture quality, all I saw was black and white together.
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The movie also proved a long-standing theory of mine. To unite two opposing parties, create a common enemy.
On the first part, The enemy of the black and white football players is the character Denzel plays, Coach Boom (or was it Boon?). Later their mutual nemesis became something bigger. The players struggled against a prejudiced society.

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In a nutshell, Remembering the Titans is about a high school accepting black students for the first time. This also means an interracial football team. Team practices could have easily turned into a riot, instead, the stadium became a sanctuary. All because of the strict training of the coach. The stadium became a place where the color of your skin doesn’t matter, but your skill does.
Yes, it’s another movie romanticizing sports. But the beauty of this one is finding peace in a violent sport. It’s sappy, it’s corny, and it’s great.
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Last na ito… “Attitude reflects Leadership”
How I wish my stupid classmate could watch the movie and learn from it.

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Wednesday, July 10, 2002

I had no choice... I had to tell them...

Kahit hindi pa ako handa...
Nakakainis talaga... I was ready to tell them na last night... Kaya lang I did something in my template html... and then nagkagulo-gulo na naman ang lahat...

I tried to retrace my actions... Find out what went wrong... And then find a solution... Kaya lang everytime i view my web page... pucha... puro rainbow balloons lang ang nakikita ko...

Grrrrrr.......... three days worth of hardwork and obssession... gone!

Life... Go figure...

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Tuesday, July 09, 2002

I am not going to be defeated by a bunch of cryptic HTML...

I know, I've posted nothing interesting for the past few days, well it's because of my ongoing battle with blog templates and marked-up language...

I've downloaded all the barebones... I've made my head bleed by figuring Adobe Pagemill...

But i'm winning... (or at least I think I am)...

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Monday, July 08, 2002

I can feel the cabin fever slowly but surely seeping into my veins...

Maybe i'll watch two movies tomorrow to kill time...

Maybe I should kill God...

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Sunday, July 07, 2002

If I peer out of the house, all I would see is flood. Water level on the street is as high as my thigh, and still rising.

I’m now thankful for my mother’s panicking. Now all we’re doing is waiting for icky, unhygienic H₂O to walk into our home. We’re also waiting for lights to come out. How can one family remain cool, calm, and collected while waiting for disaster to happen? I don’t know… but we’re doing just fine…

But what if my mother didn’t persuade me to transfer our car into a higher place? Nasisira na siguro ang ulo ko ngayon.

If the flood caught this house by surprise, my books will be dry, my computer will be safe, but I’ll be walking around the house with a wet underwear.

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Leidy texted to tell me that all this rain reminds her of Noah’s ark. Only, she doesn’t know why.
I told her that I do.
I’m Noah. Our house is the ark. And the water that surrounds it is the Great Deluge that submerged the earth for forty days and nights.

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Saturday, July 06, 2002

Stubborn rain won't stop falling... Driving my mom crazy...driving my dog crazy...driving ME crazy. *sigh*

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My plan of keeping this blog a secret was foiled because of a certain friend... Just when i had the a scenario in my mind on how i was to bring the subject up...

SEQ. 19-A INT. ROOM 216 OF ST. RAYMUND'S BUILDING IN UST
masayang nagkwekwentuhan ang magkakabarkada tungkol sa mga tsismis na nasagap sa nakalipas na isang araw.
Me:
Ummm... wow, andami na palang nagbablog sa barkada natin noh?
Kathy:
Oo nga eh...
Pam:
Talaga, sinu-sino na ba para malink ko sa blog ko?
Kathy:
Si Gabby at ako
Me:
Ako rin gumawa na...

See... very peaceful conversation... but no! simple is not on the vocabulary of my disastrous destiny...cause this is what happened in real life...

Kathy: hindi naman kami nakapagtomasino web eh... badtrip talaga...
Me: yeeeeees naman si Katherine mag Totomweb para maupdate ang blog niya... ano nga yun? Selene in Shadows..
*Kathy blushes
Leidy: Ano ba yang blogs na yan?
Sanshayn: Diba si Pi Ay Si meron na ring ganyan?
*my turn to blush. wishing, hoping, and praying that they didn't hear Shayn speaking
Kathy: Meron ka nang blog? Tingnan mo ito, tapos si Gabby inaaway mo...
Leidy: Isusumbong kita kay Pam

Why me God? Why me?

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Wednesday, July 03, 2002

I never realized that applying for elementary and secondary transcript of records could turn into a very traumatizing experience. The procedure was simple enough. Go to Registrar’s office, secure a form, fill it up, go to next window, they’ll stamp some seal on the form, pay for it on the cashier’s window, and then wait for two days.

But what if the employees were a bunch of arrogant and unprofessional tennis players? Like a scene taken from a badly written play, pinagpasapasahan nila ako! Registrar told me to go to window something, but window something told me to go to the registrar… haughty employee told me to return to window something… when I insisted that window something told me that I need to secure a form there, she turned her back on me!!!

I don’t know why school officials never thought of customer service for students… Being treated like we’re the lowest life form on earth is not the reason why our parents pay for the tuition. We deserve some quality service.
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Pam, Gabby, and me plan to conquer all branches of Starbucks our wheels could reach. Imagine the possibilities… Hot chocolate, iced coffee, Caesar salad for Pam (who unfortunately had to break her vegan ways to eat some bacon bits), danish, and hot employees…

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Tuesday, July 02, 2002

When I talked to my friend Zhara, about how her graduation shoot went, she told me that the photographer was a stupid bastard who asked her to smile till her gums showed... I laughed at the time...knowing her and her practices of finding The perfect smile…By the way, before the shoot, she decided to go for a Mona Lisa look…

When it was my barkada’s turn, I finally understood her frustration… Damn that studio for insulting my friend’s mother by telling us that our make-up needs fixin’ (Tita Jean made a wonderful job coloring our faces)…Damn the photographers for being lazy, inconsiderate, and unprofessional fools, who just acted according to their character… Damn my alma mater for choosing them…

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I enjoyed it when my friend freaked out when I told him that I know his blog… how does he intend to keep it as a secret when the name parallel to “posted by” is his full name? Gabby, squirm more often, I like it…

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Monday, July 01, 2002

I'm self-confessed chat-addict...pero sobrang may mga bagay sa mIRC na kung pwede lang... ayokong maencounter...
1) A down chanserv, nickserv, and memoserv
2) Ang mga makukulit na nilalang na ang mga pambungad na linya sa iyo ay ”describe yourself”. If I told you that I’m a blue-eyed blonde with a 40DD chest, will that guarantee me an intellectual conversation with you?
3) Mga invites sa porn sites. I can go look for my own porn, thank you very much!
4) Ang mga clones na nag-iinvite sa ibang channels
5) Ang mga taong mahilig magflood
6) Ang mga jealous girlfriends… Don’t pass your insecurities to other people…If you’re so worried that someone will steal your boyfriend, then chain his fucking dick to your fatty sides…

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