Très Boring

I Me Mom

2009-12-05T17:06:00.000+08:00

What I love about my mom is that she finances my Beatles obsession. Mwahahahahaha :)

curiosity killed the cat?

2008-09-18T20:25:00.011+08:00

Lately, I’ve been having these curious thoughts about smoking and drinking. As in I've been SERIOUSLY considering trying them. note, just try. once. (this is going to be a dangerous, suicidal entry if it turns out that my parents actually come here and read stuff, haha!)

On smoking:

Annel: (books fall) oh Fuck!

Issa: (scandalized) did you just say “fuck”?!

Annel: yeah, why?

Issa: OMG! That’s the first time I heard you say “fuck”!

Annel: Eh, I say it all the time. Ask Ronn.

Issa: No, that’s the first time I heard you say that. Mostly it’s “What the F…” or “Shoot” but never “fuck”.

Annel: (sighs oh-so dramatically) Yeah, I know. Before you know it, tomorrow I’ll be asking you for a stick of cigarette.

Issa: HAHAHAHA! bitch.

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On drinking:

Ara: Sige na ‘nel, ibibigay ko na yung number mo sa friend ko ha? Ha?

Annel: Ehhh…bahala ka hindi ko yon marereplayan, lagi akong walang load.

Ara: E di kapag nagload ka, ano? Ha? Sige na?

Annel: Sige, basta ikaw magloload sa kin

Ara: (binatukan ako)

Ara: Seryoso, mabait to. Matino pa. Ayaw sa nagmumura, nag-iinom or nagso-smoke.

Annel: Nyek, pano ba yan, friend, I curse a lot lately.

Ara: Hindi! Okay lang yun! Konti lang naman e.

Annel: Hindi, friend. Tingnan mo pinag-iisipan ko na ngang magsmoke diba?

Ara: Tange, hindi yan.

Annel: I swear. Bahala ka. Kita mo, sa debut ni Daisy kapag pinayagan ako, mag-iinom na rin ako, for sure.

Ara: HAHAHAHAHA. (sabay batok)

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First time: (or not)

[friends outside Pizetta, smoking]

Annel: Hey!

Pat: O ano, try mo ba? (shows his pack of cigs)

Issa: Haha, tingnan mo sila Ara oh, tinitingnan ka nila talaga kung susubukan mo nga.

Annel: Hahaha, oo nga no.

Pat: O ano? This is it! Haha…(offers a stick)

Annel: (gulps) Ehhhh..m-may candy ka?

Pat: candy? Para saan?

Annel: Para kapag hindi ko nagustuhan yung lasa.

Pat: Ay, wala e.

Issa: I-tatry mo pa ba?

[Pat, Issa, Fha wait for my answer]

Annel: Wait lang, hindi ako marunong. Anong gagawin ko?

Pat: Madali lang yan, ganito… (demonstrates how)

Annel: (breathes deeply) W-wait, wala ka talagang candy?

Pat: Wala nga.

Annel: (looks at Issa) ikaw?

Issa: Wala rin.

Annel: (turns to Alfha): Fha?

Alfha: Wala e.

Pat: O, ano na?

Annel: Weh, next time na lang, wala kayong candy e. haha!

(laughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hahaha…chickenshite, chicken out!) :]

For the record, my friends didn't force me into it or anything similar. It's all me and my curiosity.

Spoilers ahead‏

2008-08-11T01:55:00.017+08:00

So, I stayed true to my words and I really did prioritize BD over my exams, (some student I am, I know! crucify me) I finished it Thursday and I must admit that I had a tough time digesting everything that had happened, which was why it took me days before I finally had the coolness to react.

Here’s the deal, I’m a very sensitive, immature reader, and I have beliefs and issues of my own that if, in any case, they happen to oppose the canon of a book I’m reading, I wouldn’t hesitate to put it down and happily leap to another. Then, BD happened, and snap, we’re polar opposites. Twice it made me feel like quitting.

By the end of BOOK 1, with Bella getting pregnant, I was dangerously near to closing the book (if not for my recollection of the blood and sweat a.k.a savings sacrificed just to have a pre-ordered copy). I guessed it’s just me, but having a similar age as Bella, the thought of myself being a mother at this young point didn’t sit quite well with me. Meh. Teenage pregnancy freaks the shit out of me.

Then, when BOOK 2 ended, all I wanted to do was to cry in frustration. It threw me off. (once more, it was the recollection of the blood and sweat a.k.a savings sacrificed just to have a pre-ordered copy that had me going on) I thought Jacob imprinting on Bella’s daughter was the most unfunny joke ever. Again, maybe it’s just me…but Jacob and Bella had a “thing” before. I simply couldn’t ignore the fact that at some point in their past, their relationship transcended friendship, regardless of how much Bella tried to deny it. If you’d ask me, I even thought it went a little bit out of hand when she had to cling and cry so desperately and openly to Edward over another man a.k.a Jacob towards the end of Eclipse. (which I hated her for that btw. stupid, insensitive Bella, hurting Edward like that) So having said that, Jacob moving on from mother to daughter just didn’t seem…tolerable for me. Un-stomach-able to be honest. I was rather waiting for grander actions to happen that would give the Jacob-Bella-Edward love triangle the right ending it deserved (without the interference of imprinting). Honestly, I felt like Jacob was cheated on his real feelings. Had it not been for the imprinting, he would still be in love with Bella, not Nessie.

There, those two were mainly my concerns.

HOWEVER, HOWEVER, HOWEVER,

in spite of them, I actually did enjoy the book. Not all the time but it's still there. I don’t know why but maybe it’s my love of the series as a whole more than anything. This series had grown on me. Stephenie Meyer may not be a C.S. Lewis or a J.K Rowling but she has her own way with words. Sure I got frustrated in some parts but that doesn’t change the fact that the author has this thing in her (maybe it’s a vampy or wolfy thing, perhaps both :P) that had me glued to the series in the first place. So, all things considered, it was nevertheless a pleasurable read. I had nothing against how things turned out in the end. I was genuinely satisfied that although it didn't end up having a huge, drawn out battle of bloodshed (not that I wanted that), SM still was able to evoke the appropriate emotions out me: excitement, anxiety, humor and romance all combined. The way I cringed on my seat, wanted to fast forward the pages and worried over my favorite characters, for me, that's climactic enough. So...when everything pieced together...it was lovely.

Besides, happy endings are still healthy once in a while, oui? Oui.

Observations, realizations and declarations

2008-07-06T19:06:00.008+08:00

Too much books could be nauseating. Yesterday was the first time I set foot in Gateway's branch of National Bookstore. Having four expansive floors, it’s by far the largest one I’ve ever been to. Shelves after shelves, it’s very overwhelming to be surrounded by a gazillion books of different sort: paperback, hardback, brand new, second or third or fourth hand, all of them spanning a variety of literary genre. The only downside was that it was also nauseating and frustratingly so to be in their presence having to deal with the fact that I wasn’t filthy rich enough to buy ALL the books I fancy owning and build a library out of them, because I don’t have the purchasing power to do so (for the moment), haha. It’s one of those days when dirty, sexy money could have really come in handy.

Life is unpredictable. It’s very cliché to say so and it’s not like I was the first observant of this truth but I wanted to say it anyway because I just learned that Lola Purita died the other day :( She’s a family friend from the neighborhood. An old lady whom I used to think as extraordinarily hearty for her age, until yesterday. It was a sudden departure just as in most cases. My mom and I will be going to the wake tonight.

I despise cucumbers. Loathe the smell and their color green. I think they’re not even qualified to be vegetables or fruits or whatever they are. As far as I believe, they’re not supposed to exist. They’re nothing but ornamental nuisance to my cheeseburger.

Sleepy people are inconsiderate. Ronn and I were riding a public transpo van on our way home when this dude beside Ronn just slouched and dozed off on his seat as if it was his house’s couch, thus occupying Ronn’s space as well. The dude slept the whole way through with his head on Ronn’s shoulder and his bulky legs too, disgustingly atop his poor seatmate’s.

In a circle of friends, there is always one you love the most and another one you like the least.

Ants are well-disguised villains out to steal my foods. We’re archenemies. I hate them for invading the privacy of my Stick-o and they hate me for executing genocide as retaliation.

Whenever you’re running late for a meeting, class, appointment, etc., that’s disdainfully the time too when everything around you seems to move in the slowest of motion, making you even more late than possible. It’s like a conspiracy that you notice how the driver drives slower than usual, how you suddenly get caught up in a traffic jam on a place that is usually traffic-free, and how the road seems to have grown a mile extension overnight because you just couldn’t seem to reach your f*ckin’ destination fast and prompt.

Queues and all

2008-06-03T21:21:00.026+08:00

Exhausting and terribly so. That about sums up the day I just had. It’s our first day of enrollment, in case you’re wondering. And as per usual, my dearly loved yoopee would not be the same much without all of those effin’ (it’s sexier without the g) queues, students have to endure every single day of the registration period.

And I’m not complaining!

… I arrived oh-so fashionably late, I ended up being so far behind my friends on the lines.

… I only had nine units of the supposedly eighteen.

… I forgot my ever-so-vital TCG (true copy of grades) at home. And had to face grave consequences.

… All the departments I had to go through were actually full and bursting that I could possibly die of asthma attack right then and there.

… The weather was soo impossibly hot, it’s 36 freakin’ degrees Celsius!

Nope, that’s not me complaining. That’s me stating a yoopee student’s way of life. (and errr yes, a little bit of complaining too, if I’m being honest)

The lines are endless; the crs is bitchy (err, lack of better word), some of the staff are in fact snappy, even the electric fans are scanty (wow, that’s random)…

All in all, it’s a little dose of momentary stupidity and HUGE ladle of enrollment cruelties.

The latter being a part of the bargain and you can’t help it so you just learn to live with it.

Yes you complain a lot (you’re human and you’re frustrated) but you don’t really hate it. Because hating it would be as good as to hating yoopee and hating yoopee is just plain hypocritical and ungrateful and unacceptable.

And sometimes you find yourself denying it as much as you could, but really, deep down, you love yoopee to death, warts and all, queues and all.

*nothing follows* *too tired to add some more* *stop talking to me* *me going to bed, bye*

P.S. 1 - And how on earth did I end up speaking in the second person?!

P.S. 2 - What a cheesy entry this turned out to be <_<

P.S. 3 - Unfortunately for me, I still haven't finished my enrollment fully. Need to go back there again and fall inline and fall inline and fall inline and fall inline again...have I already mentioned fall inline? Yes, single file only.

*nothing follows (this time it's for real)* *too tired to add some more* *stop talking to me* *me going to bed, bye*

All the time in the world

2008-06-02T16:19:00.009+08:00

Ever since last semester, I had been meaning to make a ‘bio’ that I could post on my multiply site... only I didn't have too much time to spare, then. So, when the first opportune of summer break chanced on, I eventually took some effort to make one; just a simple, some kind of filler to the incessant about-me-box on my homepage, which would have been doleful and bleak if left unfilled. But now almost two months later, I noticed that there is already the need for me to revise that ‘bio’, and quick! since some of the things I mentioned then, are no longer appropriate and relevant at the present time. And to think that it has only been a month and a half, to be precise! Apparently, time is always in haste and hurry especially if you have a full-time job as a laze all summer long, as is mine.

At any rate, here’s my bio:

Annel was born January 24, 1990, in Maragondon, Cavite, a far far far far far away town, just a couple of blocks away from kingdom-come. She was joined 12 years later by brother AJ, a.k.a The Family Favourite. At M.P.S., she finished elementary years with her most memorable experience of being reprimanded by the adviser for doing the unthinkable of climbing a tree all by herself.

Later on, she was enrolled at Cavite National Science High School where she met her incredibly kick-ass friends a.k.a Noneym; they pretty much spent their time eating and laughing...and laughing and eating...in an attempt to abide by their precept of "Eat, drink and be happy for tomorrow we shall eat again!".

At present, Annel is studying at the University of the Philippines in Diliman, with no choice but to board and lounge at the most chic, posh, classy, glamorous, you name it, whatever-whatever blah blah boarding house ever built in the city.

She spends most of her time in the CAL Library now. But before you jump to a hasty conclusion that she's one studious doll, no, not quite, especially if what she has is just an ulterior, very dark and dirty evil motive of merely taking advantage of the comfort of the bookroom that's made even more attractive by the newly-installed aircons.

Initially, she used to pass her time hanging out with friends at FC Galeria 2, a.k.a The Epistaxis Tambayan (officialized as theirs solely by the geographical concept of territoriality), but because of the abhorrent and asthma-causing paint smell coming from the nearby Carlos P. Romulo Hall, she, along with her friends, has no choice but to move to the CAL Library (told you so!).

Annel, to her immense relief, is currently on her summer break, although unfortunately she's broke and peso-less as we speak, her Epistaxis friends partly to blame for that because of their constant trips to Trinoma and DQ and other none too cheap diners. But at least, given her vacation and all, she has all the time in the world now to rationalize her enormously stupid idea of taking Folk Dancing as her last PE, despite the glaringly harsh reality that she’s born with two left feet.

--finitto--

There the last paragraph is somewhat wide of the mark. Summer break is ending in a week’s time, so, disappointingly, I no longer have ‘all the time in the world’ as I previously claimed so. University is now screaming hard right onto my face to get my lazy arse out of the bed and away from the computer, and start opening [academic] books, instead. Ekkk :/

wake up, sleepy!

2009-07-12T21:47:00.007+08:00

I ought to die.

Three days ago, I did this criminal act of falling asleep in the middle of a class. I know this post might sound so exaggerated, worse yet pointless, but really! –sleeping in class, for me, is dishonorable, and rude, and tactless, and I swear to the tortoise in Galapagos that I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just that I didn’t sleep at all the night before hence when I came to class that day, I friggin’ looked like Frankenstein’s long lost daughter, devoid of life, and blood, and sleep, ~~and gorgeousness.~~ Half of me was struggling to keep my eyes open, while the other half was tempting me to slouch somewhere, anywhere –so I could just sleep, if not die a temporary death (temporary because I expected I should be back on my feet the next day, fully-charged).

It happened in my Psychology class. Our lesson was on Multiple Personality Disorder; since our professor was feeling a little under the weather that day, she decided to just put on a documentary rather than conduct the usual teacher-in-front lecture setup. I was listening attentively at first; I really was! I could even tell you that a younger Sally Field was mentioned in passing as she played Sybil, the girl with MPD. Then thirty minutes later, at around 12 noon, while the tape was still playing, our professor left the room. My eyes were already drooping that time and no amount of self-pinching would shake off my drowsiness. Hence I closed my eyes with a promise to myself that I would readily open them again the minute the professor walked back in to the room. The only problem was when I opened them again, to my horror, it was already 12:55! TWELVE FIFTY FIVE!!! Fuck the stupid, useless, good-for-nothing clock. Only five more minutes left before dismissal. To add to my embarrassment, I saw my prof looking at me from the front and I just knew that she knew that I knew that I slept on her! Dear me, it was so embarrassing I wanted to jump out of the window, if only it wasn’t barred. I slept on a professor, holy crap! –a professor who teaches capably and one with an MA and a PhD to go with it. No decent soul sleeps on a professor with such powerful titles. People like them just don’t spend half of their lives studying only to be slept on by their students.

I am horrible.
I am mean.
I am rude.
I am appalling.
I am nasty.
I am disrespectful.
I am bad-mannered.
I am crude.
I am tacky.
I am disappointing.

I was sleepy.
I slept.
I did not mean to.

I am sorry. :(

just go be a pig already!

2009-07-26T11:38:00.004+08:00

I want french fries.
I want big brothers burger.
I want lay's.
I want picnic.
I want coke.
I want chocolate chip blizzard.
I want chocolate cream chip frap.
I want chickenjoy.
I want crispy pata.
I want rice.
I want carbs.
I want calories.

But I don't want fats. Tugsh. :P

On Psychology

2009-09-02T21:49:00.003+08:00

After today's lesson, I've concluded to myself that:

I don’t care how big the name of Sigmund Freud was. I think he was nothing but a sick, embittered, EGOtistical chauvinist/bigot. Seriously, penis envy? The nerve of him.

tragedy of it all

2009-10-20T02:49:00.005+08:00

I just submitted my final requirement for this semester via email. Hit SEND, and voilà –kiss me, sembreak.

I remember the time when I made my first online submission. It was a reaction paper on Hamlet. I recall being so anxious that I didn’t realize I sent the paper five times (my professor told me so afterward). It was kind of embarrassing to be told off (though I’d like to believe that my professor was more amused than angry); but then again, better safe than sorry, right? :]

There’s something about online submission that always makes me nervous. At the very least, I take 15 minutes before I enter the email address of the professor; another 15 minutes to multiple-check it; a few more minutes to make sure that I’ll be attaching the right file; a minute to actually attach the file; additional 15 minutes to think about what to write on the note area (Here is my paper, Sir/Ma’am. / Should I be friendly? / It’s our last paper, should I say thanks? / Should I say how much I enjoyed the semester? / What if I didn’t? / Should I lie? / Or what the hell, can I just say nothing at all?! ); and if I did decide to say something for propriety’s sake, there must be 20 more minutes to check the grammar; and finally, a good extra 30 minutes to contemplate on whether to truly click the SEND button or not. In the end, after all of these perusing, how must I react should I realize that the tragedy is finding out that the professor DID NOT receive anything at all? Kill me now? Oh God.

But thankfully, that hasn’t happened to me yet; and that’s possibly why the whole process is all the more scary for me because it constantly makes me wonder when my dreaded first time is going to be. HA!

In every submission, there is a deadline –so the most important thing is that you submit the paper before the deadline; If you miss it, you’re dead (not really dead dead, but dead INComplete, or dead tres/cingco; I haven’t really heard of dead DROP but for all you know it might be possible –or dead KICK OUT though that’s probably going overboard). Therefore, if, in your worst luck, your professor failed to receive your paper –then Dear me, may you R.I.P. Though, of course, you realize you can’t just yet. You will probably curse the computer, curse the internet, curse your e-mail, curse yourself, or curse your professor, but you can’t die just yet unless you found a way to prove to your professor that you did send that damn paper on time.

Naturally, in my anxiety, I’ve thought of possible scenarios and possible solutions on how I am going to do that. This might sound ludicrous (I expect you laugh, go ahead), but my desperate resort would probably be to give my professor my email’s username and password and let her/him see my sent items. HAHAHA. Other than that, your guess is as good as mine. :l

Queen Bee, Queen Bitch

2009-11-30T00:42:00.003+08:00

(Para Kay Issa)

The girl is a bitch, I must tell you. But before somebody rips my head off for saying that, I urge you to read on so that I can explain myself, for I cannot have you (or Issa) think of me a back-stabbing friend now, can I?

The truth is, among us friends, there is nothing demoralizing or scandalous about the word “bitch.” If anything, it is an honest-to-goodness COMPLIMENT.

So, how is it like to be paid with that compliment? Well...

She is a lot of things, but being insincere is not one of them. If she loves you, she loves you…devotedly; if she hates you, she hates you…fatally (not that she is into physical violence, mind you).

She loves her family with passion –esteems her dad, respects her mom, adores her siblings. She talks about them with the greatest regard, and who wouldn’t when they laid for her all the groundwork of a morally-sensitive and highly-considerate rearing?

Then her extended family. Where do I start?

There is never a dull moment when she is around. Be it a simple detour to Mainlib just to have Canton, or a semi-planned vacation out of town –we would always always laugh. Together. With her.

*

I will not apologize for calling her a "bitch." Not when I mean it lovingly –not when "bitch," in this context, is just a shortcut to all of those fine qualities above, and MORE. =)

3-in1 plus 1, Happy Kaarawan!

2009-08-16T21:45:00.008+08:00

By God, my friends are never boring. It doesn't even matter where we are (or what we eat) --we could be in AS-CAL pigging out on siomai or isaw, or we could stray far in the malls opting for Italian's --fun and madness would always be a given when I’m in the company of these kickass people. Like the other day we were all in Cubao to celebrate Aly and Chel’s bday. To say that the house party was FUN would be a SHAMEFUL UNDERSTATEMENT. Chel’s parents weren’t around, while Aaron a.k.a Chel’s indifferent brother couldn’t have cared less about what we were doing. In essence you could guess that the poor house was left at our mercy. R-A-W-R! Just imagine the kid from Home Alone, only we're a group instead of a kid --a group of rambunctious kids who would turn the house around by the time the adults get back. Real mature. ;)

Highlights of the night:

1. All together now :)

2. Cory and Ninoy?

3. The Impostors

4. Ewicka's Bukas Luluhod din ang mga Tala moment. First time to dishwash ng eredera HAHA :)

5. Stop piracy, you guys! :))

I, therefore, conclude that (1) we're a bunch of happy people (2) we're a bunch of happy, glutton people, and (3) we're a bunch of happy, glutton, pro-piracy people. Oh yeah, sue us.

???

2009-07-19T02:25:00.006+08:00

Posting this just because it reminds me of Jed and Aly who laughed so hard at me when I wrote on the wall: You really turn me on. xoxo

What? I was quoting his lyrics! Get your mind out of the gutter, you! :]

spread the love, spread the virus

2009-06-29T15:06:00.011+08:00

It’s quite a humiliation that I am the one getting a sore throat this time. All week long, I’ve been the one to pester and annoy my friends (three of them with the common fever + sore throat) that they’ve been hit with the A(H1N1) bug. To irritate them even further, I’ve always been the first to put out the alcohol when they’re around and make it known to their faces that they’re virus-carriers and ought to be avoided. Haha.

Of course they’re not really with the swine flu. I’ve just been having the greatest kick out of them –-it’s what great friends do, nay? I aggravate them, they retaliate, and that’s where the fun starts. It’s simply about playful bickering; sometimes it gets physical (what with the batukan, paluan and all) but nothing ugly that would send any of us to the emergency room of the infirmary. We love each other too much to inflict permanent damage, I suppose. :))

Nevertheless, driving each other barmy is still a mutually pleasurable deal to us all. So, when they had the fever and sore throat to boot, and I got to tease them to no end, I thought I was winning. Wrong. Because now that it’s my turn to have a sore throat, it gave my friends the orgasmic bliss for having the opportunity to get even with me. Durrr. Now, they’re laughing at me! Those smug little witches! Epic fail on my part, oh boohoo.

They got the last say –-Ara, particularly, got the last say:

"nel. pagtatawanan kita pag nagkasakit ka dahil promotor ka din sa pagkakalat na may swine flu kame!"

Why, nasty bitch*, hmpp. I could only hope this won't progress to a full-bloom flu.

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*bitch, over time, has become some sort of endearment among us. Nothing offensive, I assure you. :))

by extension

2009-06-10T01:44:00.006+08:00

I hate cryptic posts; yet here I am, doing exactly that. Does that mean I hate myself, too?

Of course not! :)

CRS rocked!

2009-06-04T22:31:00.004+08:00

Okay, so here again is my customary post about my enrollment and CRS. I WAS LUCKY –so damn lucky I got all my necessary subjects during the first run – FIRST RUN, imagine! It never happened to me before! And for that, I have nothing but love for the CRS Team. I love you, guys. More than words can wield the matter, dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty… Whoops, getting a tad carried away there. But seriously, while everybody (including most of my friends) was on the edge of resorting to violence and bloodshed just so they could have their heart-desired subjects, I was simply there consoling them but not without the air of my splendid SMUGNESS. Now it’s my turn to be the consoler rather than the consoled –and I liked it a lot. Wooot!

You see, our CRS team is a rather vile thing. It feeds on the miseries of the students; and for the past three years, I was one of its top victims. Durrr. I used to suffer fatally from having only two subjects out of my required six, so more often than not, I wound up doing the manual enlistment, other times e-prerog, both of which requiring non-human endurance and a barrel of patience: endurance and patience which I used to lack but eventually managed to master because of repeated experiences like waiting in long killer lines and standing for long killer hours. This semester, however, CRS, to my immense pleasure, was on my side, giving me all 15 units in one go! Yeehaw. Gratitude, CRS! ;)

nothing of grave importance

2009-05-31T15:50:00.001+08:00

I’m simply enjoying this laid back Sunday. The weather is perfect. I guess the best way to make the most out of a rainy day is when you’re just at home lazing around, watching a cheesy movie or a silly sitcom, and making a pig out of yourself. Sigh. Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of that as of late so consider yourself warned because the next time we meet I’d probably be sporting excess fats everywhere. My friend, in one of his brutally honest moods, even declared me ‘fat & bloated’ though I told him afterward that ‘adorably plump’ would be a better, more preferable, less tacky description. No?

Speaking of plump, the other day I was watching Bridget Jones’ Diary, though it was hilarious in general, I still couldn’t help but cringe every time she’s represented as this brainless-pretending-to-be-brainy, sex-crazed, miserable singleton, smoker, and alcoholic whose trip was to parade around in her knickers while running after this aloof, overbearing yet exceptionally hot bloke. That somehow sent my indignation flaming because not every female is silly like Bridget. Although I admit I was impressed by Renee Zellweger. How the fuck did she do that looking so sickeningly glamorous despite the fats? She put the bulimic, insect-thin models of runways to shame, honestly! Durrr…

lalala

2009-05-18T03:03:00.005+08:00

Sharing this adorable video with that adorable animation.
And the song --well, it's from THE BEATLES, need I say more?

mindless musing and not

2009-05-09T23:41:00.012+08:00

What do you think is the best way to please my mom?

a. for once, should I wake up early? (maybe it would make her happy to know that her daughter's body clock is not hopelessly abnormal)

b. bear hug

c. sexy lingerie

d. how about cleaning the house? (though my mom would not be tricked into believing this as long as our housekeeper is here)

e. erm, male stripper/s? (what and never mind my dad? this is suicide, I'm telling you)

f. breakfast in bed (that is, if I could get up in time for *breakfast*)

g. c and e (suicidal again)

h. I'm feeling generous --all of the above

i. oh, to hell with mothers' day --none of the above!

*******

Still,

HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!!

The truth is, I don't have anything up my sleeve other than that bear hug above; but that doesn't make my greeting to my mom any less sincere and loving than if, by any chance, I really have that sexy lingerie for a gift.

for the header

2009-05-02T23:02:00.006+08:00

I have a new header! A little nod to Wendy Cope. Before today, Being Boring is first a title of her poem from the book, If I Don't Know (2001). I realize that Mrs. Cope is someone who is very very (like super!) spiky when it comes to copyright infringement; and I could possibly get myself into trouble for what I am about to post. But please, please, please. Allow me to do this, just this one time. Ok? Don’t sue me. I’m just a penniless university student, ~~who’s got nothing but a charming face to support myself should the responsible authority decide to take the legal action.~~ So,

On with the poem:

If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

Light verse poems are cool. They're gay, and humorous, and fairly understandable by mere mortals.

bulilit, bulilit

2009-04-30T22:42:00.007+08:00

Tell me that I am not the only one who finds the kid in this commercial so adorably cute.

Awwww, this has got to be one of my favorite commercials to date. :)

It's a very appealing ad, methinks. Smart choice of concept. It's not forgettable and senseless, unlike some others. Catchy jingle, too. The first time I heard of it, I had the most terrible case of LSS; although I had to be careful when around friends because had they heard me singing that 'bulilit, bulilit song', I knew, with every microscopic cell in my body, that they wouldn't let me live long after that --By God, I would be a laughingstock! And I would possibly lose my respectability, in effect. haha.

"Bulilit, bulilit
sanay sa masikip
kung kumilos kumilos
ang liit-liit
buliit
kung kumilos
ang liit liit..."

My suggestion is if you're in a pissy mood, try seeing this commercial. It drives away the negative energies, ay. It works for me. So the next time I get into another battle royal with my brother, I could always go to youtube, watch this commercial over and over again, until I could finally dupe myself into thinking that, perhaps, by some sort of miracle, my brother would be as well-behaved as the 'bulilit' here. :D

My fingers are crossed.

the truth of the matter

2009-03-08T15:42:00.002+08:00

It is a scandal to let so much time slip without posting anything here.

And scandal it will remain at least for a few more weeks to come. Gahhh.

How demanding life could get.

it could have been worse

2009-04-07T23:24:00.007+08:00

What a delight that my registration day this time around didn’t take away every ounce of patience present in my sexy body, as it usually did in the past. Even CRS was fairly generous in giving me all the necessary subjects by the end of the second run. Assessment was taking eons to finish; but that’s a hard fact that one just have to learn to accept overtime, along with the realization that it won't be changing anytime soon –and I did, so I’d really rather not rant about it; besides, my friends were there to keep me company while I was cooling my heels, so that’s fine. The payment cue at PNB was normally lengthy, but the movement of the line was surprisingly swift; so that’s fine again. Really, my day could have been worse; thankfully, it wasn’t. In fact, I was able to finish the whole enrollment process at around two o’clock. That’s already a mighty feat for me considering that I’ve had worse fates before where one day wasn’t enough and I still had to come back to the university the following day.

Nevertheless, the whole falling in line and waiting strain still left me famished all the same (as it would any normal stomach.) So at around four o’clock, when my friends and I were all done with the registration and payment, we hit the mall a.k.a Trinoma. We couldn’t agree to a common place to dine, so in the end, Ronn had to play the leader and decide for the group. He wanted BK, so BK it was for us. There were eleven of us in the table and I could only imagine how scandalized the other customers must have felt seeing a group so large, so noisy, and soo…good-looking :P

commercial break

2009-04-11T00:53:00.003+08:00

I flare up every time I see this commercial.

Duh.

How could some people be so daft as to portray a woman as looking so shallow that her happiness depends entirely upon a pair of shoes? Seriously. I'd like to believe that women are more sensible than that.

the crabby crab

2009-04-13T20:07:00.004+08:00

I’m up against nature. I hate the weather. stupid summer. inconsiderate sun. despicable heat.

Oh yes, I'm this teed off that even the existence of a defenseless, non-talking sun I blame.