Nakaktuwa yung IPC kanina. I was described as a "semi war freak." Never in my 17.eklabuklatine years of life have I been called a war freak. Really. I kinda like it.

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I went overbudget today. By Php 45. Maybe because it's the regular and the large fries? McDo kasi. Question: May kabuluhan nga ba yung number sa packets ng catsup ng McDo? Magkaiba ba yung mga lasa nila? And I already consumed my once-a-week Sprite Float today. So no more float for me this week. Sad.

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I ate breakfast for Joan today. Wee!

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Chem makes me sad. Mas nalalaman ko na wala akong alam. Depressing, isn't it?

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I feel heavy. Is it the overbudget? Think so.

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Tapos walang Grey's this week. Hay naku. Pano na lang to? One of my few sources of tuwa and galak, temporarily kaput! Ano gagawin ko? Sana makapag-movie ako this week. Pursuit of Happyness or The 300 sana. Pero if I go, I'll be Php 110 overbudget naman! Ang hirap magtipid. Pero sana after this pagiging masinop thing, pwede na akong makabili ng house and lot man lang. Joke.

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Hi Joanne. And Miguel. Nagbabasa kaya kayo ngayon?

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Somebody treat me to a cheesecake! Please? As in I super crave for that. Pero kasi! Nagtitipid nga. Bahala na ang calories. Basta di lang magastos for me. Please? Please? Pretty please? With blueberry on top. On top of the cake, not the please. Haha.

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Ilang araw na kayang naka-on si Burgie (my lappietappie)?

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May space pa kaya yung hard drive ko?

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Gusto ko ng brown Havas. Wala lang. I have new baby blue Chucks! It's sooo cute. Pero mapipilitan akong mag-suot ng blue na top kasi pagagalitan ako ng Color Coordination Committee (Mean Nice Girls). Nyahahaha. Cybitch, Mauitch, Viatch, Auntie Anne at Cheska. Aba. Reformat na ito.

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Napaka-walang kwenta ng post na 'to. Gusto ko lang kasing sabihin na sinabihan ako ng war freak today. So yun.

Busy signs in YM don't work for me. I still pester those who put them up. I'm a bad person.

Yes, napakanaman nito. Pumasa ako sa 1st LT ng Math 100! Magdiwang, magdiwang! Katakot-takot kasi yung exam na yun so masaya ako na may pag-asa pa na ako'y di magpatiwakal dahil sa grades. Siyempre, mediocre ang score ko. Ang Diyosa kasi, naka 1.25. Pero yung sa akin, plus 1 pa. Pero okay lang! Kasi pasado ako! Weeeeeee!

OKay super konsensya moment na to. Birthday kasi ni Miggy ngayon. So nanglibre siya ng Yellow Cab. Sige, kahit isang slice lang yun masarap naman. Tapos nung nasa GAB caf na kami, nilabas niya yung mahiwagang Toshiba niya. So ayun, naglaro ata sila ni Daniel ng DOTA. Tapos, being the awesome pesk that I am, dinisconnect ko yung mouse niya. Tapos there was this moment of mild panic. "Bakit di na gumagana mouse ko?" sabi pa ni Miggy. Grabe, ganun siya ka-engrossed sa paglaro nila na di niya man lang napansin na tinanggal ko na yung mouse niya. Pero ayun. Naging obvious so naayos. Tapos I pressed every key sa keyboard to see what each button does (apparently wala). May ctrl-alt-del pa kasi sabi ni Ding Dong. Eventually, na-attain ko ang goal ko na mag-hang si Toshibaba niya. At natigil ang kanilang paglalaro.

At gumuho ang GAB.

Joke lang. Pero bumagsak yung mukha ni Miggy (is this even a Filipino idiomatic expression?). Tapos super nakunsensiya ako kasi hello! birthday nga niya tapos super nagpaka-peste naman ako. Ang samaaaaa ko. Ano kayang gagawin ko para makabawi?

Okay, Joanne and I are blue siblings today. Blue top + blue footwear. Napag-usapan namin na andami naming damit na may kulay na hindi naman namin favorite color. Andami kong blue shirts pero favorite ko ay green. Siya pink naman pero yung favorite niya ay purple. Wala lang.

Tapos nung Bio Lec kanina, pumasok yung isang candidate for USC Councilor. Si Jan Baybay? Tapos grabe, when she was talking about her platform and whatever, yung BASE niya, I felt a shiver dun sa empowerment part. Magandang pangitain kaya ito? Matapos niyang lumabas, nasabi ni Joanne na nag-shiver siya. So super nag-kwento naman ako na nag-shiver din ako! Weird. Minsan naiisip ko na... Never mind. Haha.

Never. Hello.

...Goes my heart. Honestly, this song is pleasantly stuck in my head. I normally don't go for this genre. I think all the primitive techno-whatever instruments are so... well, primitve for my tastes. But the way it was used in Music and Lyrics was so hilarious. And I loved the movie. Really. Not just because of the company. Haha. So there. I just had to listen to the M&L songs all over again, though I just have about 4 of them. And one is even recorded from the movie. You can even hear Cora screaming, "I love you New York!" Does anyone want to give me a soundtrack of the movie?

We just had our last Chem Lab experiments today. And somebody from the class pointed it out as we were cleaning our glassware. So what are the implications of this? Reflect, reflect, reflect.

Yes, early dismissals on Mondays. No more written reports. No more breakages. No more sweltering heat. No more "Do you follow?" Will I miss it? I don't know. Life moves on. Subjects get forgotten. Wee! I have shorter academic Mondays! And by academic I mean sitting in classroom (or playing with reagents). If I stop and think about it, every second is academic. Every second SHOULD be devoted to academics. But then, I'm not like the ones who find studying or making lab reports enjoyable. So off I go to Cramlandia.

I wanna see The Pursuit of Happyness. And The 300. And The Number 23. And many many more. But when do I get to see these movies? I don't know. Sad.

Kom really sucks ass, big time. I do not want to elaborate. I might go to hell.

We're going to UPD on Saturday! Wee!

I want to eat a lot. But then again, many people have been KINDLY commenting on my weight. So in the spirit of the Lenten season, the perfect diet is to go fasting. I think I might drop dead after this, so wish me all the luck in the world.

Fine. No fasting. Just abstinence? Is this okay for starters? Yes, Starwb Sprite Float, here I come!

I drank 2 cups of coffee for the past 15 minutes. It's making me pee a lot. And I'm now wide awake. Gah! That must explain the compulsion to post at 2 in the morning.

I stumbled upon something weird today. Somebody help? I have this Dashboard Confessional song in my library. Then I downloaded a lot of their songs yesterday, I think. Then while listening, I noticed that one of the new songs I got was very familiar. Maybe because I already have it? But it had a different title. When I tried to Google it for clarification, I only got more confused. There were returns for both titles! Which one is the real title: Broken Heart on Concrete Floors or Living in Your Letters? How shallow.

Anyway, I read Geyluv again. And I fell in love with it all over again. I don't wanna sound like a critic here so I'll keep my comments to myself. In a few hours we'll be talking about it in Hum anyway so...

Miggy is still awake right now. Very odd.

Hey, I touched a snake, an eagle and an owl last Saturday. Way cool. The trip to the zoo was very tiring. We had to walk for hours and what was disturbing was that I was relying on the guide a lot for directions. I usually have a great sense of direction but all the turns and tunnels and "No Pictures" signs just confused me. I now know that getting lost freaks me out. Really. Including dark tunnels and clown and mascots. The list is expanding! Oh no.

I want a Strawberry Sprite Float right now.

I have nothing more to say. Shucks.

Your utter lame-ness is adorable. Even though you're not aware of it. And sometimes you are, which is just plain showing off. But makes you more adorable, nevertheless.

A week without exams is a week full of requirements. Or vise versa. Or even both, sometimes. Oh well. As our BELOVED Kom teacher venomously said, "Wala kayong karapatang umangal. Ang UP ay UP."

Question: Why do we need to compartmentalize hell? It's not like there are intermittent pit stops dispersed throughout this sh*t-hole. I just feel a constant dull ache. Maybe it's just my head, for lack of sleep and all that. But seriously, though. Why? Is it more acceptable in small bites, rather than large, choking ones? Maybe.

Mediscene is coming up. And I'm Hospital Staff No. 2 AND 4. Isn't it great? Overall, I get to have 2 or so lines. The "or so" indicates the unimportant ones. It's good getting aminor role. The alternatives are appearing as somebody major or getting into the technical committee. Both have tasks that are way too tedious. So Hospital Staff No. 6 (2+4) is just right. Nyahaha.

My love for you is like a scar. It's ugly, but it's there forever.



I'm not talking about Valentine's Day surprises. So over-rated. And sometimes the people you try to help by lowering your state of self a notch or two can be such ingrates.

What I'm talking about is the IPC activity. Sabi na nga ba ako yung kiddie block. And it was such a beautiful analogy. If it weren't for the fact that Anne was giving the comments, I might have dropped a tear or two. But nooo. Si Anne yun eh. But I really like it. Thanks, Anne.

Today made me realize that charity (for lack of a better term) can be both frustrating and rewarding. Basta the thing that hurts the most is that you're being used, and it's rubbed hard on your face. "Can you do this? But I can't tell you much.... Okay I guess I can. But it's very top secret." Okay never mind. I wouldn't want a pried and a half-heartedly given reply. Imo na lang na. Tani lang, mayo ang guwa niya. Kung malipay ka sila nami. Tani lang, indi kamo malipat. Pero wala ko may mahimo kung amo kamo na klase mga tawo. And that's not all. Sometimes you even get called ill names. But fine. If that's what you like doing, enjoy! I wouldn't want to deprive you of your life-giving breath, would I?

I am dead tired. We must get a PE that doesn't eat up most of our precious free time.

People do behave unexpectedly. One git was actually nice to me today. But some remain constant. And they are angels.

Ooh. Question: Why is my shutting up for a considerably large amount of time always interpreted as being sad? Hello. Pensieve is not equal to angry. Nor sad. Nor emo. It's just thinking. Not aloud though. But then again, they may be right.


I read a post in my archives and I can't help but feel a tad uncomfortable. It's like being a critic to your old self who was better than what you are now. Odd, but true nevertheless.

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Today was a day of disappointments. We were supposed to have killer test. Or trials of some sorts. First up was Bio Lab. We were suppoesed to have a quiz for all the experiments we did last week. Translation: Before we were to memorize the muscular, nervous and the skeletal system. Now we had to learn, by heart, everything else. But I didn't even study for it. All I did was my lecture guides (disappointment no. 2). Anyway, I hade to get up early this morning and bone up for the ridiculous test and I can say that I didn't learn anything. My mind was probably still asleep? Don't care. Then realizing that I was running late, I had to sprint past a grabage truck and through a hospital just to get to the lab on time. And voila! No test. Fine, it was nice that the thing didn't push through. But it would've been nicer if I've had news of it earlier. I could've snagged a few more precious minutes of delicious slumber.

Oh well. Wazduneezdun. And pancreatic juice looks and smells gross, by the way. And I meant it as being an extracted one. Bottled. Outside you. It looks a lot like yellow vomit and the smell is inexplicable. And it feels sticky and thick and generally gross! Yes, a drop unwantedly took up residence on my right index finger for a moment or longer. After that was a flurry of pure disgusted panic.

Next disappointment.

I spent most of my night reading through biological text and writing biological answers to biological questions thanks to our biologically biological teacher. I had to do TWO, yes TWO, lecture guides. I was too lazy-slash-preoccupied to do them before the exams so I had to do it as effectively as I can, as fast as I can, without the aid of Mr. Blue Nowhere. Stupid ISP. All I had was Mr. C (Campbell, not Cayabyab) and Encarta. How sad. Anyway, I was considerably enjoying myself because all the answers that I was lloking for were so generously provided by my available resource. I only regret that I didn't do them before the exams. I could've prepared more. But I had pleasant results from that exam anyway so...

Third disappointment.

I didn't enjoy lunch today because I had to read a handsomely prepared outline for a dubiously concocted reading requirement. Dubious because it kind of contradicted with what I've learned during portions of my academic life (which is now swallowing me whole, by the way). Weird mnemonics were conjured in front of empty plates and C2 bottles. There was MSSLTIGAI and FERPEM. In the spirit of combinations, we decided to throw our remaining Humanities subjects and what we came up with was so hilarious we had to put down what we were doing for fear for crumpling them up, adding to the country's waste management problem.

What we came up with: "Isang baklang damadaan, sumasayaw ng swing habang nagtatalumpati." Hum, Kom, and PE. 3 in 1. Just like coffee.

Anyway, we ended up not having a quiz. Instead, we had to endure an hour and a half of a seemingly irrelevant documentary about tsunamis. Fine. I admit that I did enjoy it for a while. But what does this have to do with culture? Some of us took guesses and mine involved the Australian Aborigines painting things on rocks about how a great wave appeared from heaven, cleansing the earth. Also killing a lot in the process. This must have been cultural.

Disappointment number 4.

We had Math. And +c, we meet again. Never walk out on me? Especially during critical moments...like exams maybe?

No matter how disappointing this day was, it was saved by the postponing of our Chem lab exam. Wee! The heavens conspire with the lovers, freeing them from all academic bounds to enjoy a day with special someones.

Yes, And it's the Great Hearts' Day tomorrow. And it's such a surprise for me to learn that this day was such a big deal. Not to mention people savign up for it. Gosh, what an expensive ordeal! Anyway, I do hope people enjoy tomorrow. This is like the first ray of sunlight the class will be getting after spending so much time buried in books.we hardly get sunshine. Yes, that's why I'm able to write a long post that's so long overdue. Nothing urgent. Yet. But still. Sweet.

I don't have anything pressing to do for tomorrow. Nope. No one to get bubbly about. Well, maybe there's you. But how sure am I? All I know is that of all the deadly sins, you, by far, are my favorite.

i wish my life were a movie. it starts out with the opening song, all jolly and colorful. then when i get to a particularly nasty area of my life, it just plays by that fast plus another background song. then it ends at the juiciest moments. is this too much to ask?

yes, it is.

for so long i thought i was perfectly cut out for life. but the moment i stepped through a door i now can't find, i get scratched my the painful ministrations of the ugly but real world. i hated it, but now i'm so used to it i'm numb. but what am i saying?

i don't think these things are most pressing, comparing what i'm though and what i'm about to go through to how others do in this game of high stakes. i'm still to conceited to think that i am my own world.

clearly, i don't make sense. but i wish i were made of sterner stuff. maybe i am, only i don't know it yet because the sterner stuff isn't yet required for the immediate circumstances. i really don't make sense.

anyway, now i know why hannibal is a cannibal. last night (7:45-10:00) i was depressed out of my wits and decided to go see "hannibal rising." and what a heavy psycho-drama it was. still, i enjoyed the awesomely gruesome flick. and now i know that cheeks are a delicacy. yum! i also figured out that the scornful hatsumomo is also lady murasaki. isn't it fun that they named a character in the movie after the author of genji monogatari? but it's weird to think that mr. lecter was actually involved with the actual shikibu. japanese heian is not equal to world war 2.

okay, i think i'm done now.

i think i am gaining weight. think, because i really haven't confirmed this by actually weighing myself. i haven't been on a scale for months! but i seriously think that i am gaining weight. this is because i get depressed very easily. and i am depressed. stupid acads. so for consolation, i eat. and after eating, i feel depressed because i ate a lot. i don't really care about my getting fat. it's just that it's not healthy. and because i'm depressed, i just justify my eating habits. and i eat, get depressed, and eat.

repeat cycle.

how pathetic do is sound? my world is getting smaller. at present it is limited to the confines of my ugly school and my dorm room. to brigde the gap, there's rob. at least there's a mall. but my air conditioned walkway is beginning to get tiresome.

lamenting doesn't help. switch!

i am excited! we three (jf, joanne, and moi) are going to watch THE HOLIDAY later. happy happy me! ano kaya panonoorin nina cy at dan? or lova palooza na ba ito? nyahahahaha!

favorite line: "she's callie o'malley."

piss off and die.