Kiwi

Hooray for achievements and boo to school.

gyark.

Well, I am proud of myself for finishing my firt ever video project. Waaah. I almost gave up on this project and embarass myself forever that I ever volunteered for the job. Pew~ From 2:30 to 7:30 today, I was feeding myself sufficient radiation and frustration, perfect for tomorrow's studying. But, well, patience is a virtue and I truely believed that hard work has it's glorious prizes, tan-tana-nan! I finished it! Weeee~ Of course it's pure amatuer work, but atleast I've finished the damn thing in time and quite presentable! Ahaha! Whatever, I'm just freagin proud, that's all.

Early today, I went to Market Market to buy blank CDs for our video project. It only been a day since I last visited, when I treated my mom to watch Zsa Zsa Zathurna, which is by the way, eherm! I don't want to say anything. I'll swear I'll do a damn review by this week... Ponds products are cheaper in drugstores, huh? Freagin 7-11 is over pricing! I bought some books on my way home from Chapters and Pages. It's like Booksale. Yes, we love bargain books.

I've actually bought 7 new books from last month, mostly from Booksale. But it is from C&P that I've purchased my cheapest book yet. For only 9 pesos! Wee~ And the other one is like 19 pesos, hello? I just wish I'm more eager to read, really. It will help me alot. I'm just too easily distracted by other things and I have a thing with atmosphere when I REALLY want to read. 

 

 

 

 

 _{1. "Tokyo Woes" by Bruce Jay Friedman (exchange gift from Miguchi)}

_{2. "The Descend into Hell" by Dante (christmas gift from Cheska)}

_{3. "We" by Eugene Zamitain (said to be a Russian Classic and as philosophical as Plato's The Republic. Hmmm~)}

_{3. "Henry's War" by Jeremy Brooks (it seems psychological)}

_{4. "The White People: stories and novellas" by Allan Gurganus}

_{6. "Smaller and Smaller Circles" by F. H. Batacan (my book for the Fiction final paper)}

_{7. "Speak" by Laurie Halse Anderson (I've read it before buying my own copy. I just really love the book.)} 

 

I think my friend lost my book Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas by Bob Ong. I keep telling her that she borrowed it from me a year ago (i think) but she can't remember. Argh. I hate it when people lose my things. And that's a Bob Ong book, for hell's sake! It's part of my collection... shit. I hate it more when people lose things that are part of my collection. Fuck, I spend alot for those!

Anyway, it's 1:30 A.M., I'm waiting for our boarder to leave for work so I can lock the damn door or watch Goong for the nth time then sleep then wake up to cram for my English assignment. Hyaaaa~ 

Ay kung minamalas ka nga naman ano~
dapat maaga kong nakauwi ng bahay eh, pero sa dahil sa kaliwa't-kanan na lintik na trapik na yan eh mahigit tatlong oras na ang biyahe ko, napamahal pa. paksiyet! Walang bopis ni manong at malamig na gulaman ni manang. paskiyet! paksiyeeeeeet!

eniwey, ang mahalaga ay nakauwi naman ako ng buhay, matiwasay at buo-buo pa. medyo napa-praning lang ako sa paglalakad ko kanina na baka may pumukpok nalang ng ulo ko at tuklapan ako ng mukha, tapos makita ako sa tambakan ng basura. Mahe-headline ako nyan: CHUBBY, NAKITANG WALANG MUKHA SA BASURAHAN, PATAY! Halos matapos ko na kasi yung binabasa kong libro sa kasagsagan ng trapik, eh sa parte pa naman na mahuhuli na nila yung killer kaya...hala...tapos may mag, "ahahaha" sa likod mo at ngingiti kaya't mapapasigaw ka ng, AAAAHHHHH!!!!

washu~

ang kaibigan kong may pangil pero kyut na si Mao. Hehe. Akalain mo yun na halos magkasunod lang pala kami. Dapat sana dadaan ako dun sa tindahan ng sapatos na ukay, pero lumihis na ko, kasi wala na kong pera, tas andun pala siya. tapos nag-MRT rin sya, na ako man ay sinakyan. Hodiba?

Magigig towtarrreeh random na ko, dahil wala talaga ko sa mud mag-blag eh. May pinakita saken si Mao na pic ng isang cosplayer ng PEACE MAKER (anime, nood kayo daming bishie *raburabu*), at PAK-SI-YEEET. Kuhang-kuha si HIJIKATA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! AHHHH!!!! Ang legendary, original wafupapapahawakngdibdibooozingwithsexappealnabishie na lider ng Shinsengumi. Kung hindi niyo alam ang Shinsengumi, bala kayo. Kaya nga may wikipedia the free encyclopedia online eh. Gamitin! Bilis! Interisante, pramis!

Instant tots:

1. Lang pasok bukas! (Araw ng Quiapo. Ika-400 na taong unibersaryo.)
2. Miss ko na si Daddy. T_T (naiiyak ako *slight* pagnakikita ko piks nameng pamilya...)
3. Gusto ko ng marshmallows. Madami. Pengeng marshmallows kung sino mang nagmamahal sa akin dyan.
4. Brick game...gusto ko ng brick game.... akin na baterya, sige na...
5. DVD... De....de....deeeeeh....dehhveeeehdeeeeH.
6. Buksan ang PS para makapasa na ng deviation... sige na...
7. Salamat kay Mark sa libreng C2 at fishballs at kikiam nung isang linggo...masarap talaga basta libre. SOLB!


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Leche. walang kwenta post na toh.
bala ka na nga sa buhay mo.
-_-"
*nabubugnot*

I don't know how I'm going to cram for my English paper, but hell, I'm in no mood to start the damn thing. Although reading through articles that feed my mind with homo-goodness is really worth the while. It's just that...DSL is an evil evil creation I can't escape.

Well, I've been wanting to post reviews for weeks now. It's not really a constructive review, it's more of a reaction I think, but oh well...let me go on with it.



It's been weeks since I've finished watching this drama. Well, of course, ABS-CBN running the drama on primetime got me worked up on watching it ahead of everybody. But honestly, I've had my eyes on this drama a year ago after I saw some clips on Showbiz Extra in Arirang and a copy in Quiapo. I hesitated to buy because I was uncertain of the subtitles.

Generally, the drama is fun to watch. I just recommend watching with it in the original language. I don't know what's with ABS-CBN, the dubbing for Princess Hours is not as good as it was in My Girl, Meteor Garden, Wonderful Life and Memories in Bali. Those were the dramas that I think had really good dubbing. So watch with original audio, the character of Chae-gyung comes out much better.

Goong (Palace) is a live-action adaptation of a manwha by Park Soo-hee, with the same title. I guess this pretty much explains it why the characters are so comical in manner. Every character has their fare share of quirky attitudes and sad stories, so it's easy to relate to them. But my symphaty
goes to the character of Yul. I've never encountered a character so lost because he is trapped in a world he did not chose in the first place. His bad fortune can be blammed perhaps to his mother's illicit love affair, which was by the end of the of the series made him cried in pain: "Why? Why?! Why?!". He lost his father of young age; harbored hatred and groundless ambition. All his life, he was stuck in his mother's sorrow, when they were driven out of the palace. He lost the position to be King, and now that he's 19, he fell in love, yet it is one-sided. I felt depressed for his misfortunes. When he cries and ask in confusion, you'll feel that the character really yells for comfort. His outlet is reading books, perhaps to escape his reality for a better, fixed happy ending story. He's so quiet and only smiles from time to time, trying to mask his pain. though I think he's
not very good hiding his pain or his friend just doesn't care. Yul fell in love with Chae-gyung because she made him feel free and himself. Aww...

For 100 pesos, laugh, cry and tour the rich tradition of Korea in Goong. Recommended.

Is mostly what I've read about this drama. Tragic, I would say. Tragic. My mom said it was a Romeo and Juliet ending.

Cha Moo-hyuk was raised in Australia after being adopted by an Australian couple. Soon he was abandoned when his father remarried. The rest of his years was spent in the streets. To survive, he becomes a member of the local thugs. Love fell on his life when he met Ji-yeon, taught him the korean language and lived with him for several years. When he learned why he was adopted and what happend to his mother, Moo-hyuk swore to come back to his homeland, find his poor mom, buy her great clothes and treat her to good food. It was a hopeful period for Moo-hyuk, until he found out that Ji-yeon traded him for money, marrying a rich gang boss. On the day of the wedding, an assasin was after Jason, the gang boss, and shot him. Moo-hyuk saw the danger that Ji-yeon is in and protected her. Two bullets was lodged in his head. One was removed and the other wasn't removed due to the risk. Noe Moo-hyuk faces the world with the clock ticking behind him. He persues to find his mother who abandoned him only to see her happy with another son.

Eventually, Moo-hyuk takes revenge, but the great thing about the drama is, all the characters are round characters. In the end, everybody changed, was changed by Moo-hyuk. Ironically, Moo-hyuk's character is very depressing, for his soul has been screaming for paternal love since birth till the end, yet he changed all the people around him to be better persons. Except Eun-chae maybe. She was more lively at the beginning, but her love drove her to a dead end. Family is the main theme of this drama, with some twists of revenge and bitter love.

I bought this drama in Quiapo for 60 pesos, good subs. Watch it.

 

I'll be blunt. Stay away from this movie if you have read the comic book. A real disappointment, I tell you. *sigh* I wasn't expecting much when it comes to the CG, but atleast I anticipated for a funny script. The CG was... not very good. The script is pilit. I laughed once when Ada yelled at his neighbors when he though the Zathurna rock was threwn at him, that's it. Nico was saying something about "cinematic purposes" when I saw the preview on our way to watch Kasal Kasalo Kasali. It's a clash between two minds. He's a CA major, I'm from Lit, so educate me on this stuffs. I don't know why Ada is not so "Ada". The character of Ada has more "sungit" than "landi", more serious. I don't know what's the purpose of adding a sister for Ada, why Aling Barbie doesn't look as ugly, as old and she was more of a fat slut than a comical character. In the book, she seemed like an unacknowledged mother for Ada. Dindi, was fine. Chokoleyt did a good job, but he could've done better when it comes to dashing Ada or Zathurna. Alfred Vargas was okay as Dodong, but I think Wendell Ramos looks closer to Dodong. The Amazonistas, exept from Pops Fernandez, was another flaw. Maybe they look too young and they lack the attitude. Hands down to Pops, she did very well, including the accent. Yebah. The fight scenes...errr. Zsa Zsa Padilla was okay as Zathurna, but she's not as funny and as fun as the comic Zathurna. Zathurna is more volumptous than that, more curves, more boobs. And the biggest disappointment.... no kissing scene! My mom told me that there was a kissing scene between Rustom and Alfred, but no... a hug, cupping the face, that's it. And what the hell's with the sing and dance scenes?!

Akie and Leo informed me that Mark Maley was supposed to direct it, but Mother Lily refused the proposed budget for a cheaper proposal by another director. Argh.

Maybe I'm being too judgemental, but I can't help it. Zsa Zsa Zathurna is my favorite Filipino graphic novel and I love it from illustration to dialogues! I felt violated, though I think my mom liked it anyway. She's also reading the book now and she said the book is funnier than the movie.

If you want to see the movie, wait for the pirated copies. Don't waste your 100 to 130 pesos in the big screen.

Ahhh...so much for crappy reviews. Wah. It irritates me because I know I can write better than this, yet I'm too lazy to be constructive. ARRRRRRRRRRRRR!

 

Really.

See?
It's the closest that I can get. Of course she's prettier, but the clothes... I have similar ones. Haha. I don't know where the hell in earth that background is...

I don't know how to describe this day. I am genuinely happy with the things around me, but there are just some matters that I can't comprehend at the same time.

Sometimes I feel unconscious, even when I'm laughing. Sometimes, everything seems so surreal and in a matter of seconds, those images that  I see at that very moment will be a fragment of my memory. Somtimes I feel like I'm floating, when all the while I'm glued to my seat... 

Sometimes I don't get people. I really don't. And I hate it because I don't want to care, but it bothers me. Bothers me like hell.

Well, CJ in his orange (favorite color) shirt made my day. Of course with the resident lolas, CFAD pals, and Mao. Thanks guys!

 

Thanks for the gift Lola K! You know me so well~ *hugs*

 

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

_uhmmm...

Peanut Butter is good for regulating vowel movements. Amen.

  

I don't know when was the last time I updated my blog using the library's free net. I did miss the cold air conditioner, sometimes too cold for my [sensitive] skin, and the tagatak sounds of the keybord. of course, the fast internet is never an excemption.

We finished this semester's Preliminary exam. I didn't really bleed on reviewing, I never did. I guess the best I like about myself is I can proudly say that I never really stressed myself over my studies, yet I never failed on a subject. On projects and assignments, yeah, because I give prior effort in those. But in reviewing for exams or recitations, nope. I'm as lazy as a bum. I'd rather surf the net or watch anime than give myself unnecessary head aches over equations and theories. Cramming is my best friend, I only feel obliged to read notes when time is ticking behind me. So good thing the exams weren't that ass wooping.

I finished fixing my source material for my speech in 29. I have to start reading it so I can start working on what I will say. The last source material that I photocopied was crappy as hell. That lady downstairs that photocopied the book was lazy. She didn't gave enough effort to at least, give me a clear copy, rather than each page having a black stripe at the corner, making the last words of each line unreadable. I have to re-write them in pen, each line of the 38 pages that single article had. And! Pages 74-75 was missing so I had to photocopy it again. Good thing the copier was not on lunch break today so I didn't have to relly on that lazy lady with a bitch's face. The painful thing about it, the guy that photocopied the page gave me a clearer copy and if only he was not on lunch break that particular day, I didn't have to do the tedious job!

Gah. I feel like I've wasted so much energy on that work.

I'm going over some of my friends' blogs. Laughing at some entry about a certain certain; eyebrows twitching because of a never ending issue about a certain certain; frowning at something because I'm utterly confused of such certain certain.

On a lighter note...Last Tuesday, I bought Honey and Clover, the two seasons in Quiapo for only 200 pesos! Wee~ Now I have something to marathon the whole weekend. Something that will distract me the whole weekend. I borrowed Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Choderlos de Laclos because I plan on reading it on the way home. I actually need to finish this in a week or so because discussions on novels are coming near in Fiction class. The novel has been assigned to us since the beginning of the semester but of course, I was too lazy to read and the book is too expensive to buy. Photocopying the entire thing was the cheaper option, as it will only cost me 135 pesos in Copy Trade, but I never really entertained the suggestion. I don't like reading from photocopied materials, especially when it's a book. I love reading in my free time aboard a jeepney, so I'd prefer holding it casually on my hands. So now the dilema lies here, anime or novel?

 

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^{Sometimes blogging is so stressful for me. I write of such trivial matters here. Gah. And thinking that I am so shallow IS stressing! T_T}

 

 

 

 

"I tried to make something huge...

and I learned for the first time...

that to build something huge, I need to make an 

even bigger base and the work is

simple, boring and endless." 

 

                                                                - Takamoto Yuta-
Honey and Clover

                                                                                   

 

I didn't want to sleep last night because I wanted to continue the hanging chapters of my recent works. I really wanted to write something, but it left me frustrated in the end. Every word seemed like it was forced to be there. Chaos of words and unrelated ideas sprawl all over the place, I had to slam it close just to ease the building frustration in me.

At 2:30, I crawl beside my sleeping mother, hugged her close and closed my eyes.

7:43 AM, my mother woke me up, asking first thing what time my class was this day. Sometimes it's the fact that our parents trained us to be independent of ourselves that I am very thankful, yet at some point in my life, I want to be the brat that demands of their attention. Every so often, I want my mom to ask how my studies are, how are things in school, trivial (but important) things like that. Well, maybe the decency to remember my daily schedule will make it up. Really.

The butter melting between two hot surface of the favorite pandesal, paired with hot, creamy coffee arousing your half-awake soul, was a delight to every student's morning. The caffeine rushed through quite fast, my mouth started with my usual bablings to my mom. I like smelling my food before I start devouring them. I heard somewhere that they are as good as actual appetizers. Yum.

Taking a bath is always a tedious work for me. I never go out unbathed but going through the whole process is sometimes so stressing because you have ALOT to do inside that small cubicle. Dressing is fine, I can finish in three minutes or less, depending on the time.

The route of Guadalupe to J.P. Rizal didn't shock me one bit. It's the swarm of public transpo that always creates traffic. You place them all under the hot weather and you've created monsters, busting their horns to anonymous people just to release their frustration. Who is to blame, we were all going the same way, and we were tangled down together, like it or not. Knowing my daily journey to Taft, I quietly read the book I borrowed, yet I could not help but pitty the lady beside me. She kept searching something inside her bag, which showed me her panic. And the way she gripped her cellphone and nervously attempted a call, made me speculate that she was in a life-and-death situation. I quietly made a prayer in my mind, and ask Him if he'd be so kind as to give the lady guidance, and in return, he can take my luck for this day. Sometimes, laying your sake for someone gives such a rewarding good feeling.

The lady rushed to her destination and the jeep flew to his destination. Leisurely I seated beside the driver's seat, occupying the whole thing. You know sometimes that there are front seats big enough to accommodate two people, and sometimes a single-seater is still being occupied by two raging butts. The driver was kind enough to offer me the whole single-seater seat and refused any passenger whom attended to seat beside me. Well, atleast for the lady earlier, I think we both pitied her. After a while, I guess the pollution nauseated me gradually so my chest felt heavy and I wanted to vomit. Yet I bear with it until I reached UST. I thought, maybe He is beginning to claim that luck I bargained with.

As usual, my first period prof was late. The second period prof was no where to be found. At this point, I was imagining some playful scenarios as why our lovable prof was not around. Hmmm...oh well, maybe the guy was wasted and dreaming merrily away at ******************'s bed. Chuckle chuckle. The first day of Speech presentations preceeded. Surprisingly, the guinie pigs (the first batch) performed well! Very well, if I must emphasize. This result actually made the following batch shiver and nervous. They got such a good remark from our professor, that we are afraid she will get disappointed with ours. I hope for hope, that will not happen. Currently, I've accepted my weakness in speech and giving the effort to improve. My tongue rolls my words, making my speech stiiff to listen. I also have problems with my tone and moderation. Ironically, when I read aloud something in a British accent, my speech is better. Perhaps because of the moderation, or I don't know. Some malicious demon is behind my back. Oh well. As the cliche goes: Practice makes perfect. Right. Nat  Sci was dull as usual. I swear that guy becomes more hateful by the days I can't stand looking at him after 10 seconds. Cheska and I rounded the usual "chat" on paper. Chatting is a thousand fold better than listening to that geek. But actually, this subject got my attention today. We are supposed to report on a particular topic as it will serve as our recitation. Luck would have it that the reporting will begin on 29; the first group being us and my speech on English on 29. How wonderful is that?

All in one week. Let's see how I'll pull this through. Or if cramming will remain my bestfriend after this.

Mao and I went home together. It's always fun sharing thoughts and gags with your best friend. I usually miss that. Poops, A vegetarian "marymoo", and yaoi, made up for the screwed up news at school. If He didn't accept the bargain I offered, I still hope that lady made it in time for whatever she was after. 

The sky looked lonely today. It was blue alright, but it wasn't very clear and the clouds were not that white and fluffy. They were actually scattered, like cottons pulled apart. I didn't looked up that much, and there wasn't so much to take pictures of. There were areas that was shaded in grey, which made me frown. I'd love to see THAT sky tomorrow smiling at me, so I can smile back. 

1. Watch TV for 3 straight hours. Bathroom breaks only require a good 2 minutes, so it's not really counted. You'll still be staring off walls so that still gives your eyes extra work. Blinking doesn't help. Only an idiot would count it as resting.

2. After the 3-hour-almost-4 TV mania, read articles, watch another batch of videos and surf the net for 5 hours on your PC.

3. Wash your face before sleeping.

4. Sleep for 2 hours.

5. Take a 16 minutes bath.

6. Read a book (pocketbook size, font 8) for 1 and half hour aboard a jeepney with a hyper-active driver.

7. Stay awake in class for 4 hours.

8. Go home and read a book, aboard a jeepney for 2 hours.

9. Watch TV for another 2 hours.

10. Read your homework for an hour.


If your eyes do not hurt after the 10 steps listed, consult your family tree. You might be an alien.




Or Superman (wooo).

Thank you.

 

I really want to put an end to that smug. He looked so irritating, I wanted to smile at him sarcastically, storm his bacteria-infected brain with expletives and ontology of his uselessness in our lives.

Argh.

It's just so disinteresting to continue doing something you planned to be enthusiastic about when some jerk is before you. Really. I will pray before I sleep that he doesn't creep in my dreams. I want to go to school tomorrow and expect a shiny, more colorful day than experiencing a nightmare more awful than apocalypse itself.

Anyways, that was the Nat Sci rant.

Ms. Sarcastic-smile wasn't around herself. Tse. I sort of felt that coming. I think my instinct told me that, though I never really know how to distinguish it from mere speculations. I guess thats half a bad news, because I wanted to stop the agony of paranoia every time the image of me, looking like a freak in front of my classmates flash in my too-imaginative-sometimes-creepy mind. Another is, I miss a round of flesh-spanking provided by the infamous TG. Aww, too bad. On the lighter side of things, I have more time to organize my speech, achieve the right time and gain that confidence! Oh yeah!

My classmates and I ate at McDo after class, sharing the love that is McDo fries. And of course, we like it hot, crispy and long. Haha! Well, who wants a limpy, brown and short fries? Don't you think it's not even worth the sight? But of course, if you are THAT craving for it, go! The taro pie extracted 20 pesos from me, impulsively. After the pizzamelt and peach-mango pie phase, I'm eying (and indulging) in that sweet (rather small) Taro pie of McDo. Mmm-mmm.

 _{The McDo Raiders
Cheska Marie K-Ann Joanna Mark Akie Miyuchi Sharyn} 

Cheska, Sharyn, Joanna and I killed time (on occasional times, draws back to our assignment which was our original purpose) in the Reader's Cafe, not minding the time flying by as we soared with laughters, said [corny] jokes "and moved on...".  That was an-OK day, but it sort of tired me out. Now I'm losing more and more interest on working on that Theo paper. Theology, I shamefully admit, is the hardest subject for me. It's never easy to work on anything when the interest is absent.

Sad.

I'm a seasonal Atheist. 

...

moving on... 

I wonder if the abundance of good luck was caused by the creepy sticker I got one fateful afternoon...

Mao and I was on our way home, waiting on the side of their building for jeepneys to Taft. There was this gay man that asked me for some donation and in return, I'll be given a sticker. Of course, my mother soul didn't let my gay son down, so I gave two pesos. I recieved the sticker, knowing it was one of those "I LOVE GOD" written in it. As I was looking through my things, I saw the sticker that I folded as I really didn't gave much care to it. I read what was written, only to be shocked and recieve goosebumps inside my body.

(As a safety precaution, I won't state the whole 'chant')

I LOVE GOD

Let's Chant and Be Blessed!

^_[edited] HareKrishna Harehare  Rama RaRa..

I swear it was...*shiver*

The first thing I thought was, "Of shit! I just sold my self to a cult!" The word "Chant" got me thinking immediately, and I still don't want to finish reading the whole ra...rara... thingy. I'm usually superstitious of things, and finishing it might bring my life something...dark. I can't even throw it because it might bring a plague or something! It's hard to fight something when you don't have the slightest idea what you are against with.

If anybody knows this or has received the same thing, please kindly inform me.