While in pompoms

Cheerleading practice... how was it? ...It was bull! Come on, I was looking forward to the practice; I wanted to dance. But something wasn't quite right. I got really, really annoyed, so annoyed that I held my middle finger up three times (okay, I know that that is a miniscule projection of irritation, but still - a middle finger is a middle finger, right?).





It all started at our warm up exercises. My block mates and I were doing some stretching movements, then we were suddenly asked to do push-ups. No mats, just the hard, cold, dirty, cemented floor. I was quite taken aback by that, but I still did it, and by the 8th push-up, I couldn't take the pain in my wrists; I thought some vein was going to pop if I continue. So I stopped, holding my wrists, obviously hurt. Some of my block mates stopped, too, tired or maybe hurt. But really, some people just don't care, and we were forced to continue on to 20 push-ups!

I was enraged, I wanted to shout out, "Why don't you try doing this so that you know how damn harder it is than it looks?!" but I controlled myself. I didn't want to start a fight, you know. So I just obeyed, and when I was finished, my wrists really hurt. I thought it was going to turn black from an internal hemorrhage.

What a greeaaat way to start our practice, I thought. If this is going to keep up and we keep getting bossed around, well...

Then came the stunts. It wasn't really a practice, it was just some... ideas on how to bring people up from the hands or the shoulders of another. There wasn't a thought out plan of how to make things work when insert-song-title comes up, just some moves and ideas. That was it. It killed our time.

Another thing which killed three-quarters of our time was the dance moves. You know what? Instead of focusing on every step we've done so far, we only got to concentrate on a single 16-step dance move for two hours. What the ef?! Ms. Boss would keep polishing and polishing and polishing until we polished our legs off. Why concentrate on that and that only, when we have more steps to practice?! Come on, really. Honestly!




HONESTLY!
Alright, so a quarter before 5 PM, we were finished and were discussing about schedules and conflicts, and by this time almost everyone was pissed. No one aside from the leaders was talking anymore, out of annoyance and tiredness. I had to stand up and voice out my opinions, as I felt the need to tell Ms. Boss what I thought.

I did.

In a subtle manner, though.

*Shouts to class and tells Ms. Boss*:
"Aren't we supposed to be practicing stunts today?"
"Why did we keep polishing? We're supposed to learn other moves!"
"Are what we did enough for 4 minutes and 30 seconds of cheerleading?!"

Well, Alfonso/Cha, if you're reading this, might as well tell them how things went as I'm tired. xD

I wasn't crude while I was saying that, mind you. I was keeping all the cool I had left, as most of it seemed to melt with the heat I felt.

Next time, if this happens again... let's see how things work. Muahaha!

Those were the days

I've gone blog-hopping to - guess where? - my previous blogs. And I just couldn't believe what I wrote back then. I mean, I was so good! Haha! XD

My gosh. I found the posts sooo funny. Was that really me? Did I think about the words I used when I wrote the posts, or they just popped into my head? It's insane. Ü

Here is one from my first blog. Click here to see the journal itself:

If my memory serves me right,mom and dad are arranging their Memorial Plans
right now.They're buying a land on some memorial garden.My goodness.What they're doing makes me scared. :(

I was looking at MCR's Helena video last night with the use of the internet.Kyle and I enjoyed it.I'm totally crushing on Gerard Way!!!(Middle of the picture.He may look as if he have risen from the dead,but I tell you,he's handsome!!:D)

Haha. That's not really funny.

But here are the posts from another one of my blogs. To check the journal, click here.

You know what? I'm being linked with our Editor-in-Chief, who is also a girl!!! Oh man. I'm mortified! Why spread such gossip? I'm very protective of my image, and I don't want such talk to affect my reputation. I value myself a tad too much. Haha. (And besides, I'd rather be linked with Brandon Routh. Duh.)

Another...

Q: Kring, it's been a long time since you last posted. How was the UPCAT?

A: It was... (stares at the ceiling) a test... er...

Q: How did it go?

A: I found reading easy. English was average, but the time pressure was toooo much. I mean, HELLO? 85 questions in 50 minutes? So that is, like, 0.588 seconds per question!

Q: Nice math.

A: Don't even get me started on math. I hate math. I failed geometry on my junior year. I got a 74. And science? I only studied biology and earth science, since eveyone's telling me that it composes 50% of the questions. Little did I know that the
other 50% was made up of CHEMISTRY and chemistry only!8g4ehvwou9aqfja9hg...!

Q: Oh, man. So you must fail the test, don't you-

A: Shut up!

Q: Okay, okay. Fssh. How did this week go?

A: As boring as ever. I borrowed a book from the library. The title is Kappa and the author is Ryunosuke Akutagawa. I was curious because he wrote it shortly before he
commited suicide.

Q: Wow, must be good, I guess.

A: Yup. It's actually like a children's story, but when you delve deep into it you'll
understand that Akutagawa made it from his disgust with many things.

Q: Okay, okay. How about life with your classmates?

A: They're fine so far. I just hate the fact that we're divided. I mean, as early as now there's a sort of grouping in our class, and I don't like it.

Q: I heard your retreat's approaching...

A: Yeah. I need a palanca from everyone. Give it to me, people, on or before August 16.

Q: Can I give you one?

A: Sure. It has to have meaning and substance, alright? I require those.

Q: Whatever. Hey... aren't you supposed to be studying?

A: Psssht. Who cares? We're having our periodicals in English, Computer, and Advanced Algebra tomorrow. And I'm too lazy to care. But I might study later.

Q: What if you fail?

A: I won't fail, alright? Have faith in me.

Q: How's life after the "can't believe that I'm a fool again" scenario?

A: It's normal so far. I'm just hoping never to be abused again. I hate it. It's as if
I'm a puppet.

Q: I do hope for the best.

A: Okay. I better go. As you said, I need to, EHEM, study.

Q: I have some more questions!

A: Next time, next time. I know I'm being celebrated, but a celebrity needs to-

Q: Actually, you could go now. Thanks anyway.

LMAO. xD Another:

Alrighty, I'm in a hurry (only 30 mins of internet access granted by my luverly
mother!Huhu.), so I'll make this one as informative as possible.

Lyka, Shan, and I are going to a party ("soiree", as they call it) tomorrow!! The
sections of St. Milburga and St. John are going to mingle and everything. I don't know if I should be excited, scared or what. I mean, Dian and I have this traumatic experience with Maristians, particularly with someone we prefer to call "Vampire".

Speaking of "Vampire", we (Lyka, kada, and I) saw him a while ago at S'mall! Whoa. He really looks like a vampire. His sophomore cousin, a Scholastican, looks like a "Kapre". Family of Aswangs, I know.

I'm really happy with how my acting in English turned out. I'm Madame Ludmilla, a
strict, pure, germless nun who locks students in a closet. Socorro, "I", Madame Ludmilla, and the mother of "I" are in a talk show (with hosts Mish and Escy) and are interviewed. I think I did a great job! Yahoo!

Sorry for the typo's!! I'm so in a hurry that I can't even put a picture of a Kapre or a
Vampire!

LOLLL. Ü Last one. You have to read this. It's alright if you don't read the others as long as you read this:

Have you ever been caught crushing on your crush BY YOUR CRUSH?! It's the most stupid stupid humiliating thing that has happened to me!! (Aside from being slapped crossly on the face in the midst of our dramatic play, which was SO not included in the script.)

To those whom I haven't told about this yet (which is, maybe, only a quarter of our school's student body) ,let me again narrate the cuento:

I was in the car, going to Filinvest, when my crush (whom we will call Kapor) texted me. I got all tingly inside; my first impulse was to text a friend of mine, Ceejai. She knows I'm going nuts over Kapor, so I sent her a text message which says, "cj!ktxt q c ***!kiliiiiig!!(: haha!" I waited for Ceejai's reply. Minutes flew. Nothing. It was then that something dawned upon me, you know what. So, with much suspense, I looked at the Sent Items folder.

I sent the text message to Kapor!!

'This CAN'T be happening,' I nervously told myself, 'It's my first time to text Kapor and I'm leaked!! Oh, what a GREAT way to give a first impression.'

Heart painful and face flushed, I texted Kapor. It went this way:

Me: 'cj!ktxt q c ***!kiliiiiig!(: haha! <-- shoot ***!ntnggap mu yan?(:'Kapor: '(:'Me:'anqt mu xe eh!kea nkka klig!(: [oh wag lmke ulo!]'

And to make things much, much worse, I recieved this reply:

'Hi!(: ksma nmin c *** ngaun, kwawa nga eh, inaantok! Anu name mu?(: Hi!kkda q c ***, anu section mu?(: grbe nkktawa c ***! Hi, classmate ako ni ***, anu club mo?(: ansaia kasama ni ***!" It only meant one thing: Kapor wasn't alone. And it wasn't only her that read my messages. EMBARRASSING!!!

I don't want to give the full details of what happened after that, I'll summarize: I called two of my buddies, face undeniably flushed, and told them everything. I wanted to cry out of humiliation. I texted buddies and told them, too.

Augh, I could die. Why didn't I die? Should've roasted myself alive.

***

Monday, February 6, 2006

No classes!!

Wished it was the end of the month so as not to see the Seniors, including Kapor, ever again.

***

Tuesday, February 7, 2006

Seriously thought of not going outside the class room (during break time) so that Kapor and her friends would NOT see me.

Went down on lunch time, and my clique kept shouting her name in all four directions. And to think that the Seniors' eating area was just right in front of ours. Sigh.

Half the class knew of my story.

Why am I making such a big deal out of this?!

***

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

Morning, Dian told me that Kapor will treat her to food since she got the right guess of whom Kapor romantically loved.

Seriously thought of hiding in the class room for the whole day.

I did hide in the class room for the whole day.

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I HATE THE DAMN DAMN STUPID WEIGHING SCALE.

Last week, tuesday, I checked my weight. I was 118 pounds. Thursday, when I looked again, it read 102 pounds. I lost 16 pounds in two days!! Wow, it's surreal!

I, again, looked last saturday.

I'm 121 pounds.

Fucking weighing scale. Made me gain 19 pounds.

***

AM I SUFFERING SOME KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DISEASE? I THINK I'M VERY FAT.I'M 108 POUNDS. I TAKE PILLS.I DRINK A HERBAL SLIMMING TEA.WHY OH WHY???

My goodness. I was that childish and desparate? I just couldn't help laughing at myself. :)) It's insaaane. And why the hell did I call my crush Kapor? I couldn't remeber!!! Waah! I should've been more... straight to the point. :P

Anyway...

In commemoration of my previous lovee, I shall sing Happy Birthday to You, since it's his birthday today.

Happy birthday to you
You belong to the zoo
With the monkeys, and the donkeys
And the gorilla is you

I SHOULD TAKE THAT BACK. Who knows, his girl might be reading this. Damn. I could do with just the simple, original version of Happy Birthday to You.

But I miss him. Really. Whoo, the drama! Wait. I shouldn't be saying this, right?

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I DON'T WANNA GO TO CHEERLEADING PRACTICE. HUHU... But I have to. Oh Mickey you're so fine!

Corned Beef

From Chris: Nobody but her will know me
-exclusively anonymous-

"There is a superficial concept of romance amongst today’s youth: where passion, desire, and euphoria, coupled with the recurrent saline tears flow, there is romantic love. It’s as if we teens do not think of love as a commitment and a time wherein intimacy is felt for the thought of an everlasting bond, but rather as a period wherein two people, joined by equity, share their days only because of the intense, overflowing emotion which brims their being. There is commitment here, yes, but there is no promise and no seriousness about a nuptial.”

While I was typing these thoughts unto the online journal I am handling, I was fighting the strange feeling creeping in my chest. Weird because it was only the second time I have experienced such, and it has been two long years since I have last felt it. It seemed new to me: the sensation was a mixture of emotional pain, of longing, of desire, and of disturbing thoughts, all rolled down into one package, thrown right smack unto the heart.

It was heavy. A few more of it could subject me into hallucinations and, eventually, mental impairment, and forgetting the feeling wouldn’t make me emollient, but rather more disturbed. It was too intense, and I came up with the conclusion that punching a concrete wall or shouting my deep secret out would well be the best medicine. Unfortunately, I haven’t done either, because in the back of my mind, I knew that my solutions wouldn’t release me from the demons occupying the organ being protected by my rib cage.

Four days ago, the day before Halloween, I invited her to join me in the evening on going to an event attraction, which was the haunted house. She agreed to it, and the whole afternoon, I was nervous and excited. Nervous as I was afraid that I would bore her, and excited for I would get the chance to spend time with her. I thought of ways on how to impress her, like treating her to ice cream and holding her wrist whenever she were afraid, so that I would please not only myself, but her as well.

That night, we watched a Filipino horror movie that is about cursed marriages instead of going in the haunted house, because we, admittedly, were both cowardly. She was beside me, and we locked arms whenever a frightening scene appears.

By the end of the night, I was deaf. She didn’t exactly watch the movie, as she covered her eyes at certain, climaxed scenes, but she kept screaming her high-pitched scream. My ears kept ringing until they have gone temporarily deaf, but it was fine with me. All I cared about was her presence, and all I wanted to see was her smile. It sounds corny, yes, but it is true.

“Love isn’t about the public displays of affection, of the emotional outbursts, of the desire to be with a certain someone. Love doesn’t come to all ages, as only those wise enough to understand and fully muster its true meaning and essence invite it. Those who have learned, who have matured, who have a clear perspective of their future are only those who experience romance, as love comes to the rightful; infatuation goes to the others.”

Over the next two days, the demons at my chest multiplied. I was disturbed and I felt the emotion swelling from within me. Since the day before Halloween, she was all I thought about, or rather; she was all I could think about. The heavy feeling in my heart won’t go away, causing me to have only the thoughts of her in my mind.

I wanted to prevent myself from developing a more intense emotion for her, so I talked it over with my most trusted friends. And, as upsetting as it may sound, they all said the same thing: you cannot command your heart to feel certain emotions.

I stared unto the computer screen, thinking of logical sentences. Every word, every explanation, didn’t seem to blend with what I was, and what I am, truly feeling. There is a border between the truths and to what the heart seems to speak, and I began to understand why most people couldn’t appear to differentiate romantic love from infatuation.

The moment I have resolved to restrain my affection, my wise-guy uncle told me to invite her to his birthday party, which was on All Souls Day. I, being obedient, and at the same time exuberant for his inviting her, followed his orders and asked her, by text, to come to his natal day celebration. Her reply, which I read with dejection over my resolution, was a yes.

I wanted her to come, but at the same time, I didn’t. This is because I wanted to see her again, however, I also wanted to keep my self-help promise of not encouraging the growth of certain, unwanted emotions.

“In truth or lie alike, each could well relate to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 129: ‘A bliss in proof and proved, the very woe; before, a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows, yet none know well to shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.’ And as one may say, confusion bounds, and there is the reason of many to be vague of their true feelings. This is one of the major reasons of why the youth see love in their current affair.”

All Souls Day, 6:35 in the evening: I received a text message from her. She told me that she’d be at the party in about 15 minutes. And so, I went outside the house, and under the moonlight, waited for a car or a tricycle to stop by the house. I waited patiently for 15 minutes, and there still wasn’t a vehicle in sight. 20, 25, 30 minutes. Nothing.

Just as I was about to get a drink, my father called me and told me that she was looking for me. Overjoyed, I went outside, and there, I saw her. She wore a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a loose jacket. Her hair, long and wavy, was put in a tight ponytail. And I, obviously, found her beautiful.

The party was overflowing with booze. There were five of us at a table, and each of us had a drink. I was tipsy at the end of my first bottle, having a light shade of red all over my face. At the start of our second round, she began going to the loo often, and I always accompanied her. Call me sick, but hey - she requested that I come along with her.

I had enough at the end of my third drink. I was too dizzy; I wanted to throw up. She, however, was still composed, and she was in her old, normal state. I was saying nonsense, and I was red all over, especially in my ears. She was laughing at me. I laughed with her.

Though I am drunk, I made sure that I wouldn’t blurt something that might make me regret inviting her. So I restrained myself and gathered all the control and consciousness I had left. I wanted to tell her badly, but I was confused with what I really felt. I wanted to make sure of my emotions and not hurry with confessions, with the intention of not hurting anyone, especially myself.

Everything’s a blur. Everything’s perplexing. And up to now, I still do not know the kind of affection I have for her. I prefer this not to continue, as I know that I’ll only break my heart. She’s ubiquitous, and the hallucinations continue. Disgusting? No. You simply do not understand.

If she is reading this, let me tell her: do not worry. I will be careful. It is a fact that you do not feel the same way, but I hope that someday, you may be able to comprehend this mess I am in. I want to say that I am just infatuated, but the Border avoids me from doing so. So, here it is… I love you. I really, honestly do.

“I am young. I am part of this. I am disturbed. Please help.”

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I remember making that story/whatever you call it last November 2006. Ah well. I was inspired.

You have to read it. I'm not bragging, but I really enjoyed going through the story. It was supposed to be published for Blue Heights; Macky, the literary editor then, told me that the piece is really beautiful. But for some reason ("Indicates romance," Mrs. Patrocinio said), the article wan't made public. Darn, I really wanted to share it then.

So here it is, From Chris: Nobody but her will know me, in all its glory!Ü I edited the last part though; originally the ending was quite heroic, but I found it too intangible if it were in real life, so I just deleted a few words, and voila.

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BTW, I'm the highest in our Psychology prelims!!!Ü But still, I got a low score: 32/40. Darn. I mean, what matters is your score, right? Not your ranking.

Totally random

I looked back at my previous documents and saw some literary mushy-talk which I made last school year. I remember being bitter while pouring my disgust at the poem...

The JC of Two Hearts
-exclusively anonymous-

Yonder, as we are today
Out of distance, out of sight
Ubiety, as we lead another life

Dauntless on finding romance; yes, you are
Earful to everyone, rumor about you goes
“Shifting,” they say, “from one to another”
Earnestly, one can’t help but agree
Respecting the fact that you have two hearts
Vagarious lover, unpredictable emotions you possess
Easy for you to replace a love, leaving one in oblivion

None but you have such aggressiveness
Oh, have you no fidelity? No sensitivity?

Oblivion–I have been a victim
Now, there is yet another sufferer
End your pursuit, as you are juvenile

You deserve no one.

If you notice, the letters which begins at each line forms the sentence "You deserve no one", which I put as my last line. Sweet!Anyway, I was checking on mum's USB when I found these:

Kyle, mum, Bryan, me, and dad, at church ruins in Camiguin

Aww... I miss Gena and Rosa, the supermodel twins.

A nice view of the Camiguin beach

Celebrating Kyle's happy happy day! Both of us are PUGE X3

Sir Maribbay announced at about 9:30 in the morning that he has chosen seven of us in the block - me, Carla, Rai, Marga, and three others - to participate in the Math area on Alternative Week, which will be on Sept. 3-6. It's sort of has an Amazing Race theme, he said. Oh man :P

History prelims was average. I skipped seven questions, I think, but I managed to remember some of the answers. Argh! I need to get a 4.5.

Harhar

Just had a hell of a crazy Tagaytay vacation with my family and relatives, which I will share when I get the two separate vidoes of drunk men dancing.

XD

Illusions and birthdays

I am totally in love with The Scream. Ü Too bad the painting's stolen. Well, atleast I think it is. o_O

Today's my brother's birthday! Yeah. It's raining, though, and I don't feel the weather's celebrating with us. I always hoped that my birthday would happen on a cool sunny day, but I've noticed that, for the past three years, February 1 is always a time for rain.


Anyway, I got hooked on optical illusions ever since Mrs. Manaligod showed us some images. The Scream I saved to my computer was supposed to be one of those cool illusions, but when I saw saved it, it wasn't moving anymore. Too bad, it was cool.

So here's one. I find it amaaazing:

I thought it was moving, wow. You could find more here. Ü

And one of the cutest things I've seen my entire life. It had me clapping with delight.Ü (A must-watch!)

Gotta go, I'll be eating lotsa carbs plus a Red Ribbon's peanut butter cake (my fave!) Yumyum!

One word: GREAT

"You should learn in disciplining yourselves - that's called
self-discipline."
-Prof. Jose Maribbay

Thank you, sir, for your words of wisdom. *Snigger*

Today's a good day; it's probably the best I had in weeks. I've never felt so proud of myself.Ü

Math:
Can you believe that I'm the highest in our preliminary exam? Well, I can't. I mean, I crammed: I studied a teensy bit the night before, and jammed everything to my head the following morning.

Truth to be told, I found our lessons easy - Mrs. Sierra just taught me so much during my senior year, so I'm planning to go to St. Scho to thank her. Another confession: I was expecting to get a high grade. I'm not bragging, but I really found our topics easy. But being the highest, that's another thing. I honestly never expected it. I thought it was going to be Carla, 'coz she always got a higher grade during quizzes.

So before Mr. Maribbay gave us the results we got another one of his looooong sermons, all because one of our blockmates screamed as the candy she was about to pass to someone fell on the floor. She apologized, but man, Maribbay's gaze was so sharp, then the sermon. After about ten years, he got the exam booklets, and said, "This is arranged from highest to lowest" and he called my name first! It's unbelievable. At St. Scho I was always the lowest, haha ;-)

I really need to start perfecting my quizzes. I need to transfer to UP. Stress.

English:
Okay, I know it's really shallow, but Ms. Adame praised me for having coherence in my topic sentences. I remember having an F in my first quiz in E-101, so it's great that I'm making up for it. It's a writing class, after all.Ü

History:
I just enjoyed Sr. Bibbo! He's the funniest guy on earth. I enjoyed the spooky stories, and he actually treated me to Chupa Chups (well, I forced him to haha)!!! I love this guy, he's the greatest teacher ever.

Filipino/ Kada Siete:
Not actually a lesson, but we were required to attend a pagtatanghal or something like that. I was a bit excited as I'm going to see Chessika perform and see Joan and my kabarkadas who came all the way from UST, but a bit angry, too, coz, well, I'd rather not elaborate. Anyway, at the Little Theater, I saw Dian, April, and Shan for the first time since June. And you know the first thing they said? "Ba't mukha ka nang lola?" Ruuude! :D

While performances were ongoing, The four of us were a bit loud and crude. When there were dead airs, we'd applaud, could you believe that? I had fun; the grudge melted away. I missed them so much.

Che's performance was great! Joan actually had tears on her eyes! XD After that all six of us had a took a picture (too bad Jenny and Hams weren't there), I'll upload it maybe tomorrow. Ü

So there! I had a really great day. I'm starting to become a bit more positive. Hope it keeps going; I need to take a breather, so being optimistic helps.Ü

Moderation is the key

"Fergie's real mature lately - 'And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses
her blanket' - coz if it were her normal self, she'd sing 'And I'm gonna miss
you like a child misses her B-L-A-N-K-E-T'"

Haha, I love you, Buck. :D Very funny, as always.

I was reading Lara's blog (thanks, dear Ü) and found this:

Seriously. What's wrong with people? Why is there such a grotesque image of beautiful? It's so easy for them to say "Thin is in" and the like, but don't they know how much it damages a girl's self-esteem?

Yup, I'm one of those who are pressured by society. It seems to me that being fat makes me unnoticed, and I just don't like that. My confidence also drops. I need to start being happy about my figure, really.

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We had our psychology prelims a while ago; it happened a bit too fast. We had one hour: half an hour for the first part, and the other half for the second part (collage-making). The time was just enough for me and my partner, Rai. We made a good oeuvre (nosebleed damn).

This is how I disappear

I've been so pessimistic lately, and I have to change this attitude of mine since it gives me bad karma. Being angry, frustrated, or dissapointed about things just gives me more reasons to dwell on the negative, and when that happens, I, most unwillingly, gravitate towards negative situations. See, we're all like transmission towers: we attract things, people, or situations that are on the same frequency as us (got that from The Secret :D).

I think I need to scream. I need to be alone, away from people, and scream my lungs out. I need to inhale and exhale more often (argh, blast commuting); I need to think. I need to think about how I'm living my life and how I'm shaping my attitude. In short, I need to change.

Alright, you can do this Kring! GO ME!!! :)

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We had our algebra prelims a while ago. It wasn't that bad - I answered the questions with confidence, although I had a bit of trouble with Part V, question no.2. It was a word problem about investments. I thought, 'How could I answer this if I don't even know what investments are?!' Stupid, right? Disappointing, I wouldn't get a perfect score anymore because of that. Whoops - bad karma! Stop it, stop it!

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I really need to be enlightened. Maybe my cluttered + paranoid brain is the cause of all this.

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Grabbed from Lara. Ü

RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next
button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
- Tattoed On My Mind ("Yeah, it's sooo okay that it's actually tattooed on my mind!" Haha!)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
- Cubicles (WTF. Anyway, it's about liking someone who doesn't give a damn about you. Guess it's about my too-high standards regarding crushes. They're so popular they don't notice me huhu)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
- Turn You On (Well, I was thinking about one of Paris' songs. And, uh, I don't have any crushes right now)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
- My Boo (To find my one true love! Hahaha WTF)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
- Underneath it All ("I'm really lucky underneath it all!" Yeah!:D)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
- Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi Show Theme (Read: " It all started when we first met and strapped on our guitars/ We made music so great and good that soon we were rock stars/ The biggest in Japan") Yeah my ambitious friends!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
- Powerless (LOL I'm not that mean!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
- Nothing In This World (HAHAHAHAHA!!! Busted! XD)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIE?
- Where Is Your Boy Tonight (Uh...)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
- Sunday Morning (As bright as the Sunday sun!!! Ohaaa!)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
- Drowning Lessons o___O (Okay! I really need to stop being pessimistic now!)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
- I Am (I'm what?)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
- Jai Pas Vingt Ans (Wha? Okay, according to my research, it's almost about me being narcissistic. And can you believe there's a line that goes "Just write my poetry if you're okey dokey!" PFFFFFT. WORSE LYRIC EVER.)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
- Hollaback Girl (BWAHAHA! Funny XD I don't answer them back you know)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
- A Little Less Sixteen Candles (LOL don't even know what that means)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
- Relax, Take It Easy ("Coz you're dead now" Right)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
- Dis Moi Si Tu M'Aimes (Uh..o_O means "To Love Again"! Okay I've been searching for romance. That's my hobby! LOL)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
- Piece of My Heart ("Oh, honey, you just can't let it go, can you?" Right)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
- Are You In (Haha, just have to go with the trend!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
- All Good Things Come To An End... :(( Aw how true.

WHAT WILL BE THE SUBJECT WHEN YOU REPOST THIS SURVEY?
- This Is How I Disappear. LOL. XD

New craze

Classes have been suspended for, what, five times since last week? And it so happens that it gets adjourned everytime we're supposed to have our prelims, so that's not too bad. :D

My blockmates are insaaaane. They love sending group messages. A while ago, when I woke up, I recieved about 18 messages from all of them. They're so crazy that I love them. I hope that we be more bonded because there are some *coughconflictscough*, not that I'm not part of it. I can get irritated with some of them at times, but that subsides. My annoyance is kind of on and off.

On a lighter note, I have so much time to study, yay! I really, really want need to get into the dean's list. I need to tranfer to UP :D

By the way, I love collecting information about random things. This craze just started yesterday -_-V Here's what I got so far:

Names of the Philippine tropical storms:
A - (don't know, if you know please tell me)
B - (same as A)
C - Chedeng
D - Dodong (thank you, Dodong, for suspending our classes for 2 days last
week:)
E - Egay (thank you, Egay, for suspending our classes for 3 days this
week:)

Most popular words for the year (Philippines):
2004 - "Canvass"
2005 - "Jueteng"
2006 - "Lowbat"
2007 - "Miskol"

I'm so proud of myself, lol Ü I hope to collect the complete information by the end of the year, especially on the storms.
And here is the schedule of our prelims. I think English will be moved, though:

Aug. 7, Tuesday: P.E.
Aug. 21, Tuesday: Algebra with Prof. Maribaboy, Maribakla, Maribbay
Aug. 22, Wednesday: Psychology; English (pt. I)
Aug. 24, Friday: English (pt. II)

Filipino: NONE! Yey! Hoorah for our play Ü
CWTS: Is there?
MCCISR: Is there?

That's it! I'm three-quarters finished on studying Psyche. I like the subject, really. Ü

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Can you name 13 of your classmates in HIGH SCHOOL that you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you've written the names of all 13 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No cheating!

1. Dian
2. Ashleiy
3. Joan
4. Che
5. Hamille
6. Roseanne
7. April
8. Corneby
9. Ekay
10. Mishel
11. Kat
12. Mona
13. Ceejai

How did you meet 10?
Summer break before going off to junior year. Dian introduced us :)

What would you do/what would happen if you had never met 1?
Hm.. a lot could happen. I refuse to elaborate XD

What would you do if 6 and 2 date?
Oh my, they're best friends. Anyway, lovers start off as friends, right? XD HAHA KIDDING.

Have you ever seen 4 cry?
That girl never cries. Na-uh. Even if she and Joan break up, she never cries -___-V

Do you think 10 is cute?
Of course golf course (I got that from her!)! :D

How did you get to know 8?
I heard great things about her when we were third year HS; she was my classmate at senior year.

What's 7's Favorite color?
Pink, maybe? I don't know Ü

What would you do if 5 confessed he/she loved you?
EWWW!!! Hahahaha!

Fact about 9:
Um.. she's small.

Who is 4 going out with?
Joan! Since junior year mehn.

What is number 5 to you?
Just a friend, and she's part of our clique.Ü

Would you ever live with 13?
We've thought about that before. Ano, Ceejai? Haha! XD

Is 2 single?
Unfortunately, she is. :( (haynako, pakipot kasi...) Joke lang! :D

Where does 7 live?
Somewhere in Marikina :D

What do you think about 12?
Well... Joan? XD NINETEEN!

What's the best thing about 8?
She's so, so, HOT. I'm telling you. Guys are fighting over her.

Who is 11 to you?
My smart friend. She's in UP!

Favorite Memory with 1?
Escapades and the likes, and the whole V****e thing, oh, and we were best friends.

Repost as "Can you name 13 of your classmates in high school?"

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Am checking out Engrish and I found some CRAZY FUNNY pictures. I'm telling you, they're hilarious. I almost died from a nosebleed. XD

Thanks for the information, very useful. Lol :D

Is it going too fast? XD

Hey, it's just a variation people!

Anooo? Nosebleed!

Trauma-worthy XD

How I'd love to try the coffee.

Like, Oh my gosh. O___O

I'm SO not ready for that.

...or you'll face the consequences.

Whoo! There's so much more, but I don't want to post any more pics coz access to my blog's going to get really, really slow. Ü

A threat to comfort

The cockroaches at our home decided it was time to transfer to a new dwelling place. From the kitchen, they moved to - guess where - the bathroom.

Once, when we were out of conditioner, I opened the storage cabinet and got the new bottle of conditioner we had. I wasn't wearing my glasses nor my contacts at that time, since I was about to take a bath. I was holding the plastic container, looked at it from all sides, and there it was, a roach, just below my thumb, still so as I wouldn't notice it.

I dropped the bottle and ran from the loo. It was super disgusting to think about roaches crawling on my skin. I experienced that once: it creeped down my legs and I was screaming my head off. Thankfully, ninang Tetet killed it, though my legs were quite itchy afterwards.

Yesterday, my brother was at the loo when he suddenly ran, as if someone with a knife was going for him. He went to me, and said, "BIG COCKROACH! BIG, PREGNANT COCKROACH! AT THE CR!!! EEEWWWW!!!" and after that, roaches would turn up everytime I needed to go to the bathroom.

I'm really dissapointed about the issue; the bathroom's my comfort zone, my haven, the placce where I can eliminate all my worries. And now it's infested with pests which don't even have a single benefit to humankind (well, I heard they taste really good, especially those sold at Thailand's floating market, but that's another issue). I just hope my parents would buy Baygon soon.

How i've confirmed that I'm fat

I refused to believe that I've grown very fat over the summer. I mean, I always see how I look in the mirror, so I know when there are any changes in my body. But, gathering comments from different sources, I could now say that, yes, I have grown huge, and in this busy world where a stick-thin figure is in, I am considered an outcast.

FAMILY:
1. Before, when I complain to my mum that I'm fat, she'd always say, "What the hell are you talking about? You're thin!" But now, when I criticize myself of being thick, she'd just look at me, and say, "Kain kasi ng kain!" or "We have to do taebo" And knowing her, that means something.
2. A while ago, at our relatives' house in Filinvest, dad looked at me from head to foot, and said to my relatives, "Ang taba nanaman ni Kring, noh?" Dad never really notices or comments on such, so I know that my case must have been exaggerated.
3. When it was early June, ninang Tetet told me, "Grabe Kring, ang taba mo na!" She's actually a very jokeful person, but doesn't kid about figure or weight.

FRIENDS:
1. I have lots of friends whom I have not seen since graduation. And when the chance comes that we see each other, there is always the comment that I've grown fat.
2. With my block mates, well, they don't call me "beautiful", the way Scholasticans did when I was in highschool; instead, they'd call me cute. Cute, well, that's means "cuddly and chubby" most of the time.
3. I went to St. Scholastica last July 12, I think, and I hanged out with some of my friends of the sophomore year. Then one of them, Valerie, a really rude kid (whom I love in spite of her rudeness), began singing the Chubby theme song over and over with Leeann. It goes like this: "Chubby.. chubby.. chubbychubbychubby.. choo choo!!!" MEAN! So I teased Valerie about her whiteheads. They were popping out from her nose, I tell you.

MYSELF:
1. I'm a vain person, so I always look at myself whenever possible. I have noticed that after summer, my body didn't have its shape anymore. There were no more curves, just a straight, straight, line. And even worse, sometimes there are curves, but they aren't the Coca Cola type of curves, rather the other way around. I'm not joking.
2. When I smile, I used to have this line in my face over at the dimple area. And now they're GONE!

Sigh, what do I have to do, now that I'm fat? Lots of things, actually. But I'm not used to this; I'm just too beautiful to be fat. XD Anyway, everyone has his or her time to bloom.

Memories worth recalling

For those who are curious of my look now that I've got full bangs (particularly Ashleiy), here's a picture:

Yes, I know I'm pretty. Haha. Kidding.Ü

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Okay, before I forget (again), I want all of you to know that we have a pet bird, which we got about two weeks ago. It's a black, talking, endangered bird we named Buckbeak! Yay! (And I'm supposed to be happy knowing that it's endangered? I'm a sicko person. PETA'll be after me.)

I actually feel sorry for Buckbeak. He's only four months old, and he'll be staying inside his cage, trapped and lonely, until the day he dies. If only I could set the bird free, I honestly would, but I'm sure that my dad's going to kill me with his words. It was his P2200.00 that was spent, after all.

But I picture it: I someday would want to buy lots of birds, and after buying them, set them free in the forest. I'm not concerned with how my money is spent here; seeing the freedom of these winged creatures is worth all the money I'll spend on them. I'm not acting all goody-goody here.

Anyway, I've finally uploaded the pictures and I can now tell you the great adventure I had in Cardona, Rizal. Eleven of us block mates went there along with two other sections. So...

SATURDAY, AUGUST 4:

MORNING:

I woke up at around 6 AM. I was still very sleepy, and having no interest in activities which consume my weekends, I was on the verge of quitting the activity. But I thought, You've got to wake up, Kring. Who knows, this experience may be worth it. So I woke up, took a bath, ate breakfast, and headed to Miriam College. I arrived there at 7:30 AM.

There were eleven of us in Section 5, and we grouped by two's, so I partnered with Roxy (I'm telling you, her name suggests otherwise). We were supposed to leave by van, but since the it was crowded by the other sections, we took the jeep which carried the bags.

It was a long trip coupled with endless chatting and Jollibee take-outs. By 10:00, we were at UGMMARIZ (which is by the edge of the Laguna Bay), our destination.

After introductions, we were introduced to our foster families, with whom we will be living with until Sunday. Roxy and I were with Ms. Lerma's family; we were taken to her home by her daughter, Airah. Airah was a real talkative kid, but that's good since it suggests that she's comfortable with us.

They had a humble dwelling: small, with one bedroom, a sala and a kitchen. Their loo was near the kitchen, with only a curtain to ensure privacy. The walls were of concrete and had no paint whatsoever. At first I was horrified that I may find myself uncomfortable, especially at night, but the more I spent my time in their home, the more I felt comfortable.

Ms. Lerma, a good-natured woman, is kind and very hospitable. So were her husband (forgot his name) and her three kids, Airah, 11; Loize, 2; and Austin, 2 months old. Loize is just the cutest thing, and though he shies away from me and Roxy, I find him very lovable.

Loize is just cute.Ü And there's Airah. They're both adorable. Ü

So what was the first thing Roxy and I did? We fetched water!

Me: Whew... this is fun! But it's real hard... I think I'm getting muscles out of this.

Roxy: You're such a wimp. Hehe!

Me: Arrogance! Just because you're good at sports (thinks, what does this have in connection with sports?) ...There. I'm finished with my bucket. Why don't you try if you're so good?

Roxy: Sure.

(Say hi to the cam, Airah!)

Me: ...So?

Roxy: It's so easy! See? So... *pant* darn... *pant* easy.

Me: And I see you're getting muscles out of this, too.

So we were awarded with lunch, tocino omelette (never thought here was such) and tuna.

AFTERNOON:

After lunch, Roxy and I were bored, and after playing few rounds of chess (in which I lost again and again), we decided to buy slippers, since Roxy forgot to bring hers. We brought Airah with us, and on the way to the market, we spotted Kana (Kate Navarro), Cha (who prefers to be called "Alphonso" Sheesh!), and Jillian.

Where am I, BTW?

Oh, there. Ü (clockwise from left, Kana, Roxy, Alphonso, Jillian, Me)

I wanted the three of them to be with us on the market, and since Kana also had to buy slippers, they happily agreed.

The walk to the market was CRAZY. Everyone we passed by looked at Kana so eagerly, shouting out comments like 'Ganda ng buhok mo ah!' , 'Cool!', and 'Nice here! (It's actually nice hair, but what the heck, that tricycle driver drived us mad with laughter)'

I looked at Kana with curiosity; well, I always look at her with curiosity. She sports the weirdest and hottest (read: all black in the middle of the day) outfits, plus her hair is anime-inspired. See, it looks as though her hair is short, but when you look at her back, there is a part of her hair that she kept long, putting it in a braid or a ponytail. That day, on the way to the market, under the burning sun (I tell you, it was really, really hot. Heck, it was the middle of the day) she had the usual all-black get-up, the usual thick eyeliner, and the usual look of indifference.

"For goodness sake," I told her, "It's 1 in the afternoon, the sun is at its peak, your wearing nothing but black, and you aren't even sweating?!" It was crazy; I had a white tee and I had enough sweat to put in a barrel. Whereas she, well, I touched her back and I didn't even feel a single wet patch. Alphonso said that Kana's used to the combination of the weather and of her clothes; good, because I seriously considered that she may have a problem with her sweat glands.

We walked and walked. It was real hot, and whenever I find shade, I hurry up and go under it. It seemed to take ages. I thought it couldn't get worse, but then...

There was a long bridge we had to cross, with absolutely no shade at all. (Cue: Desert-cum-cowboy background music) We started whining. But knowing that it was the only way to reach the market, we crossed.

I thought it took forever. From the beginning of the trip I was thirsty; and the deadly walk made my thirst enough to drink the entire Laguna Bay. I just cooled myself by placing my body around Alphonso to hug her; in that way, her shadow would shield me from the sun. And by the way, by this time, Kana was already sweating, but only a bit, though.

And atlast, we were there. Roxy and Kana bought slippers; Jillian and Alphonso looked around; I asked Airah to buy me a bottle of water. After that, we got back by tricycle, and parted ways.

At around 4 PM, all of the sections, including ours, went to a resort just near the village. The resort had a splendid view, so I took pictures.

My cellphone doesn't capture quality pictures, but oh well.

We admired the view, then went to the bar to drink soft drinks. I really wanted to drink water, but the bar had none, so I opted for Sprite.

After a while, some students from another section started singing at the karaoke. They seemed to be having fun, so I told my block mates, 'Hey, let's sing!' They just smiled, some agreeing, but they didn't actually sing. Wanting to raise the flag of my section, Section 5, I went to the karaoke-singing group and asked them for the list of songs. I knew just what to sing.

Me: (Gets the mic) Para to sa Section 5! (*Block mates cheer*)

Me: (*Sings*) Baby, look at me, and tell me what you see... Remember my name!

Block mates: FAME!

Me: I'm gonna live forever, I'm gonna learn how to fly!

Block mates: HIGH!

Me: I feel it coming together, people will see me and cry!

Block mates: CRY!

Me: I'm gonna make it to heaven, light up the sky like a flame!

Block mates: FAME!

Me: I'm gonna live forever, baby remember my name! Remember, remember, remember, remember...

I had so much fun; I was singing and dancing and was really confident. I just had to laugh at my block mates' transition from "FAME!" to "...fame." What the hell, atleast we put up a fight, didn't we?XD

EVENING:

We ate dinner (leftover tuna, chicken and ampalaya sotanghon). Roxy and I were to sleep at the living room, while the family at the bedroom. When the latter fell asleep, Roxy and I were still up watching TV, when all of a sudden (I'll have to use tagalog for the dialogues; the humor will be lost when I translate it to English)...

Roxy: Kring... natatae na ako.

Me: Edi tumae ka.

Roxy: ...

Then after a while she got up, went to the loo (which doesn't have any light, BTW), and did her thing. I was lying down, watching TV, minding my own business. A lot of commercials have been shown, then the show, then the commercials, then the show, then the commercials. It was only then that I realized...

Me: What's taking her so long?

I was already covering my mouth to prevent from laughing out loud.

Me: ...Roxy?

Roxy: O?

Me: Okey ka lang diyan?

Roxy: Ayaw lumabas eh.

By this time I was really laughing, but not so loud as to wake up Ms. Lerma. Then, out of the want to share this hilarious event, I texted a group message to my block mates, including those who aren't included in the exposure trip. It went like this:

Bwahahaha. Si Roxy, tumatae. Jusko. Ilang siglo na ba siyang nasa CR? Kala ko
nahimatay na eh. Antagal tagal na niyang nasa CR. Hehe, nashare lang. :)

After sending the message, I recieved a text from Roxy (weird, eh? She could just tell it to me), saying:

Kring nabubulok na ko dito!

I stifled a laugh; my tummy was aching from preventing to laugh real hard. It was unbelievable. I recieved messages from my block mates, and after a while (after a long while), Roxy came out of the bathroom. I didn't even make an effort to pull up a straight face.

Me: Ano, success?

Roxy: Di eh, ayaw lumabas.

Me: All that for nothing?

Funny. Tsk. Pity Roxy. Anyway, I told her about my group message; at first she was in disbelief, but then she became nonchalant about it.

SUNDAY, AUGUST 5:

I woke up at about 6:30 in the morning. Roxy followed, and before eating, we went to the house occupied by two of our friends', Ange and Pia. Besides them, there were Kelli and Frances, and all six of us chatted at the balcony.

Ange and Pia's place has a nice view of the morning.

Our first ever picture as partners. Sweet. Makes me vomit. XD

After a while, Roxy and I decided to go back to our house, since Ms. Lerma may be looking for us. So, when we got back, we were asked to eat. We had Tokwa't Baboy for breakfast. I never wanted to eat that food since I last tasted it, but since I had no choice, so I gobbled it down anyway. And I found it delicious!

Before eating, though, someone went to the house and showed us Laguna Bay's rampant fish - the Janitor Fish.

Extremely hard covering. And large, too. Their heads are half as big as my
hands, man!

I wasn't really fond of touching the Janitor Fish - I feared that if I did, one of them would jump at go straight to my face, sucking what it can. Ugh! Roxy kept touching it, though, so I feeled the fish once. It was hard.

Then eight of us - Me, Roxy, Ange, Pia, Kelli, Frances, Lei, Rai - chilled out at Kelli and Frances' house until the time that we were asked to play games with the kids. When it was time, we went to the place that some mute kid pointed to us, where the activity was supposed to be held.

We were pointed to the wrong place. We ended up having a rocky adventure, to some lonely, dangerous place full of rocks and mud at the edge of the lake. We went back, asked directions, and finally found the place where the kids gathered up, and other sections were playing games with them.

While at this, I was already scowling from the heat. We've just been lost, so we're all sweaty, dirty, and thirsty. I just found comfort through my block mates, particularly Alphonso.

She's cute, isn't she?

I know Alphonso is meant for somthing great. She has stunning beauty, you know? I always imagined that she would grow up to be in the ranks of Ruffa Gutierrez or Gretchen Barretto. I was watching the kids when I suddenly heard Ange and Alphonso talking about sexuality, and that Alphonso - of all people - wants to be a guy.

Me: (*turns head to Alphonso that I crack the bones of my neck*) YOUWANNABEAWHAT?!

I was cracking with laughter: Alphonso, a lesbian? No way. Bisexual, maybe, but lesbian? Hello? She's such a cutie pie (okay, according to a symposium we attended, calling someone a cutie pie can be charged of sexual harrassment). I was teasing her and just chuckling from the insanity. I kept telling her, Cha, you're beautiful, you're meant to be a woman. She goes, I'm not beautiful, I'm handsome. Right. Hello, Cha!!!

Your anything doesn't even come close to Roxy's! XD

Sigh, Cha, don't waste your beauty! :P You're too beautiful to be a man.Ü

Anyway, when it was our turn, we played three games with the kids. I found one of them real handsome, but I didn't want to get started on pedophilia so I ignored him.

These kids are adorable. Ü Oh, and there's Kelly, Frances, and Lei.

After the games, we were supposed to go back to the house, when suddenly Roxy, Rai, Lei and I saw some students going boating. We wanted to go boating, too - while we're at UGMMARIZ, we better make the most out of it, right? So we went to the edge of the lake and waited for the boat.

I couldn't take the smell; there was garbage near the lake (read: even the bodies of LARGE Janitor Fishes. And we had to go near it! WAAAAHHH!!!)

After some time came our turn to ride the bangka. It was hard getting in, as the only way to pass the dirty and muddy ground was through a slippery trunk of a slim tree. It was all the more hard getting past the water lilies.

It's a water lily land. But we managed, thanks to Joseph!

Joseph, my idol. He looks like Makisig Morales, doesn't he?

I just had to take a picture with him.

Hey, there's Rai, Roxy, and Lei! Too bad you can't see the skipper (behind Roxy), he's hot, with the abs, the tan, and all.

And then there's me. I know, I look so fugly, with the headband, the ponytail,
and the glasses. I didn't bring my contacts, mind you.

By the time we steered clear of the water lilies, we got to see the beautiful view around the lake...

That's actually an island there.

Well, I don't know if they actually are houses.

I don't know what these are called.

There are actually dogs there! And no one's even on those houses!

I can tell that Lei's having a great time scooping water out of the
boat.

Happy boys. Ü

It was time to go home after boating, so Roxy and I went back to our house and killed time by listening to music and talking to Airah. I didn't bother playing chess anymore, as I knew that, like many time before, Roxy would win.

AFTERNOON:

Roxy and I went to the Daycare center at around 1:30 PM and said goodbye to Ms. Lerma's family. Just before going there, we saw a stand in the gym selling street food, and a little while later, Rai, Roxy, and I went to the gym to buy Sago and Gulaman since we were so thirsty.

Look at how small the container is. It's just as small as the containers for
ice candy.

Quenched of thirst, Roxy is in the mood to reenact The Ring, while Rai finishes
her drink in one sip.

At about 4 PM, my block mates and I split in two since we couldn't fit into one van. Rai, Kelli, Roxy, Frances, and I were with the group which karaoked the day before. It was crazy. One of them, I surmise, had a crush on Roxy, it had been quite obvious since Alphonso saw her stealing glances of Roxy at the Daycare (poor Alphonso... she has a crush on this girl who keeps checking on Roxy). At the car, these block mates kept singing, I was a bit pissed since they voices weren't really that good. I made with my MP3 player, placing the volume to the highest level just so I couldn't hear the girls. Irritating though it may be, I found them quite nice.

I arrived at home. The driver was kind enough to drop me off at Brookside, since we were going to pass the subdivision, anyway. I was looking forward to sleeping; it had been a long day. But then...

"Kring! O sige, maligo ka na, aalis tayo. Pupunta tayong Filinvest."

Darn it.

Quick post

I don't have much time, so this'll be quick (who knows, it might be long - I have a lot in my head right now).

I'm now addicted to Fushigi Yuugi. I had nothing to do yesterday, so I watched videos in Youtube, and I remembered my yesteryears, when every kid said that the anime Fushigi Yuugi was real nice. I seemed to miss half of my life not watching the anime. So I searched for it, and there it was. I watched the english-dubbed version, and by the fourth episode, I was hooked. I wanted more. The show was real romantic, enough to make me kilig and not find it corny.

At the end of the tenth episode (by which I watched for five hours already), I searched for the eleventh episode - and it wasn't there. Argh! I mean, there were episodes, though they were Japanese-dubbed. Desperate, I searched for an account with all 52 episodes - and there was one, but the problem is, the account owner is some bloke who doesn't just show his episodes to anyone, just his friends. All the more desperate, I made an account. And guess what - he has a procedure so that he would accept you as his friend! Step 1, mail him. Step 2, ask him to be your friend. You must tell something about yourself etcetc... I did all of those, BUT. The problem is, he doesn't accept people with new accounts. And so he denied my request!!! Argh! Well, maybe in real life he's a loser, so the only way he could get a taste of supremacy is at the internet --- muahaha... I'm so evil. I'm sorry, I'm really itching to watch Fushigi Yuugi.

So today, I went to different websites - even attempted to get my credit card no. (too bad mum arrived early) - just to watch it. I couldn't help it. I started it, so I had to finish it, right? Sigh. If I be damned. A good block mate of mine, Cha, actually offered to buy a pirated DVD of Fushigi Yuugi just so I could finish it. I don't know if she had actually bought it, but I'll cross my fingers.

Anyway, I went to our exposure in UGMMARIZ, last Saturday and Sunday. It was great. Absolutely worth the time, the sweat, the sacrifice. I'll tell the whole story when I get my pictures put in the computer.

Aquarius - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits: You've got a ton of friends, so you have no problem meeting new people. You're great at thinking up new things and activities to do with your sweetie. You tend to let the little things slide in relationships... and focus on the bigger picture. Your negative traits: In relationships, it tends to be your way or the highway. You can never open up completely to someone - you have to keep parts of yourself secret. You're cold and reserved, which leaves your partner feeling unloved. Your ideal partner: Flexible, because you're not going to be the one to compromise! Is smart and quirky with lots of weird interests... including you. A true individualist who doesn't care what anyone thinks Your dating style: Stimulating. You prefer dates that explore a shared interest - like a lecture, muesum tour, or concert. Your seduction style: Wacky. Your wild ideas have your lover wondering what's next. Insatiable - it takes a lot to satisfy your desires. Varied. You're eager to try things as soon as you learn about them. Tips for the future: Bring a little responsibility to your relationship - like showing up for dates! Compromise a little. It would kill you to do things your lover's way for once. Be aware of your partner's jealousy. Even though you aren't jealous, realize your partner is sometimes. Best color to attract mate: Sky blue Best day for a date: Wednesday

What's Your Love Profile?