Saturday, December 09, 2006
mood: congested
music: Two Trick Pony- Sandwich
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Ah, the ever-circulating UST survey... Go USTe..!
1. San building mo?
:: St. Raymund's (AB/Commerce)
2. Course mo?
:: AB Literature (Lit-re-cher- pronouce it correctly, hithen..!)
3. Center of excellence ba yun?
:: Yeh... ^_^
4. Nakagulong ka na ba sa main field?
:: Dun na yung PE ko ngayong sem... And taking my incredible athletic skills and basic coordination into consideration, it's a possibility that I may eventually make gulong sa field... XD
5. Anong masasabi mo sa bagong fountain sa USTe?
:: Cute... Nakakatakot nga lang kasi parang walang nakapaligid dun... Baka may tangang dumaan sa gitna nun at mapadpad sa stratosphere...
6. Nakapasok ka na ba sa Graduate School?
:: Di pa...
7. Napuntahan mo na ba lahat ng sections sa Central Library?
:: Di pa... May mga restricted sections din ata dun, eh...
8. Nakapag-internet ka na ba sa Central Lib?
:: Yep...
9. Nag-friendster ka?
:: Hindi... Nag-Wiki ako...
10. Nakakain ka na ba sa lahat ng kainan sa Carpark?
:: Hindi pa naman... Di ko rin pinapangarap yun...
11. Bakit ka kumakain sa Carpark?
:: Dati kumakain kami lagi dun dahil sa variety... Pero ngayon sa Dapitan na kami...
12. Kumakain ka rin ba sa may Dapitan?
:: Oo...
13. Sinong paborito mong prof mo?
:: Sir Coronacion..! (Tignan natin kung talagang tinatrack down ni Sir ang blogs ng mga estudyante niya... Haha... Sir, your ego is showing... Self-stalker... XD)
I adore Sir Galan, and Sir Montana is a loon... Ma'am Macapagal is an entertaining prof, but she has some scary quirks... Now if only I could arrive on time for her class...
14. Paboritong subject?
:: PGC... Hmm, maybe..? Hell no... World Lit... Pero ngayong sem, baka Logic o American Lit..? Ewan... Di ko trip mga subjects namin ngayon...
15. Maka-Growling Tigers ka ba?
:: I support them..?
16. Nameet mo na ba yung players ng USTe?
:: Hindi... Di ko nga sila kilala, as in di ko alam kung sino sila, except for a few... Ang medyo alam ko lang sa mukha ay si Taylor at si Ababou...
17. Naka-akyat ka na ba sa isa sa mga puno sa Botanical Garden?
:: Hanapan mo nga ako ng nakagawa na nyan...
18. Nakapagsimba ka na ba sa simbahan dun?
:: Hindi pa...
19. Student number mo?
:: 2006-***590
20. Saan ka nag test ng USTET?
:: St. Raymund's pa rin... Tikas... Rm 111 ba yun..? Basta naligaw pa kami ni MJ ng room... Kahiya-hiya tuloy kami... XD
21. Mahirap ba USTET?
:: Hindi naman...
21. Anung org mo?
:: LitSoc, AB-TUNOrG... Inactive sa lahat...
22. Masaya ba?
:: Eeenaktib...
23. Nagkaroon na ba ng kuwenta sayo yung UST Health Services?
:: Di pa... Pero yung pinsan ko nagtatrabaho dun... Si Dr. Paulino... XD
24. Nagpupunta ka ba sa Tinoco Park?
:: Nadadaanan ko yun...
25. Naranasan mo na bang magpractice ng kahit ano sa grandstand?
:: Magpractice..? Self-defense... Nasuntok ko na kasi yung gilid nun... Pero minsan pag may PE kami, dun tambayan namin pag wala pa si Sir Paul...
26. Alam mo ba yung Research Complex?
:: May ganun pala... O_o
27. Naholdap ka na ba kahit saan around USTe?
:: Di pa naman...
28. E nanakawan?
:: Hindi... Pero nanakawan yung kakilala ko...
29. E na-rape?
:: Naman... Hindi... But my English 101A professor did slap my booty once... I felt so... violated... O_o
30. Anung pinakaayaw mong lugar sa USTe?
:: CFAD... Pero maganda ang area na yun... Pati rin pala yung CR sa first floor ng building namin... Kamalasan lang ang idinulot sa kin ng lugar na yun... Sumpain ang inidorong sumalo sa aking cellphone...
31. Sa tingin mo marami bang konyo sa USTe?
:: Wala naman masyado...
32. Sa tingin mo bakit Tigers ang USTe?
:: Gusto nila ng mimiw... Eh, the bigger, the better... So pinalaki nila yung mimiw... XD
33. Di ba orange ang tigers, bakit yellow tayo?
:: Ahem... "Gold"... Kung orange yung color namin, di na makikita yung tiger print sa mga PE t-shirts... Haha... At isipin mo nga, meron bang Blue Eagles..? Ano yun, napagtripan ng adik sa zoo..? Green Archers..? Radioactive..? Red Warriors..? That's politically incorrect..! The correct term is "Native Americans"... XD
34. Excited ka ba sa 400th year ng USTe?
:: Um... Hopefully wala na ako by that time...
35. Ilang units ka this sem?
:: Beinte-sais...
36. Anung pinakamadali mong subject?
:: World Lit...
37. E pinakamahirap?
:: Economics... Isinusumpa ko yan... Baka maaaring DL na ako kung wala yan... May allergy na nga ako kay Sir Manapat, eh... *prays that he won't be teaching this summer*
38. Anung major mo?
:: Literature... No specialization... Just literature in general...
39. Bakit ka nag aral sa USTe?
:: Out of process of elimination... Di ako nag-exam sa ADMU or DLSU... Out of FEU, UP Baguio and UST, I chose USTe...
40. Kabisado mo na ba yung UST Hymn?
:: No..! Di ako tunay na Thomasian pag kabisado ko yun..! Ang alam ko lang yung "We Are Thomasian Christians" with matching choreography... XD
41. E yung mission and vision?
:: "Guided by SSA's motto 'Sapientia et Virtus'..." Whoops... Wrong number...
42. Anung tingin mo sa mga guard sa USTe?
:: Ayos lang.. Pero nung nag-order ako ng uniform, nabanas ako kasi kung saan-saan ako pinapapunta ng guard na naging dahilan ng initial contact ko kay AS Dude...
43. Anung masasabi mo sa uniform policy natin?
:: Wala... Sabihin man ng mga iba na isa itong balakid sa pagpapahayag ng indibidwalismo (nawa'y sumpain ako ng lahat ng naging at magiging Filipino teachers ko) ng mga estudyante at isang opresyon ng aming mga karapatan (yes, PGC..?), eh ayos lang naman sa akin ang mag-uniporme...
44. Ano naman masasabi mo sa uniform nyo?
:: Plain... Mukhang pang-high school kaya minsan, ayaw akong papasukin sa SM... Ah, proud moments... XD
45. Mahal mo ba USTe?
:: Sure...
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 1:01 AM
Friday, December 08, 2006
mood: sleepy
music: Stone- Unbelivable Truth
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For those of you to blind to see or too uninterested to care, I went out and got me-self a new layout, which is about the only thing that's new... Tagboard died on me again... Piece of cybercrap...
*pointless observation* Armo looks way too much like Raphael... *end of pointless observation*
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 11:34 PM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
mood: vindicated
music: Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional (haha)
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My world stopped a few days ago when heaven and hell conspired and joined forces for just a moment to crash upon me...
It was that day when our professor in American Lit told us that the first president of the United States of America was... Thomas Jefferson...
I almost cried...
Memories instantly flood my mind... Lounging in front of the TV at 2 in the morning, asking Daddy all kinds of questions about whatever could come into my head... I could have sworn that he knew everything... Then sitting in on the floor of a classroom with alphabet posters on the wall... Classmates picking their noses... Drawing pictures of blue people and red trees... Coloring inside the lines and reading entire sentences without stuttering were feats for the best and the brightest that all the rest aspired to... All those years ago, I was taught that Washington was our very first president... I didn't even know who else came after that... Lincoln, Jefferson, Adams, Roosevelt... They didn't matter back then... All that was important was that when I answered, with pride, that George Washington was the first president of the United States, my teacher gave me yet another gold star and all my classmates aimed to be like me...
When we first moved to the Philippines, I felt that my heart wasn't even broken, because I left it in perfect condition back in California... I always dreamt that I'd come back and that the people who all knew that George Washington was the first president of the US would welcome me back with open arms... As time passed, the Yankee spirit in me began to fade, but my Daddy would always be sure to remind me of where I came from, even as I grew to accept the Philippines as my home... Even as I learned to love my Filipino heritage, I couldn't let go of my American identity... Especially now that Daddy's gone, even if half the universe wants America to burn, I can't let go of stars and stripes...
I was a closet Daddy's girl at heart, and now that he's gone, I realize that more than ever... That is why even though I'm among the Filipinos now, even though I'm virtually one of them, I won't let go of the legacy that my Daddy left for me... I want to be the proud American he was, that's why it hurts that I know so little about where I came from... It hurt that practically all my solid ground was that George Washington was the first president of the United States...
That day when Ma'am Soriano stated Jefferson as the first American president, to have what little I had as an American taken away from me, to declare that what I had known for all my life was a lie, to tell me that my Daddy with all the answers was wrong, and to know that I couldn't ask him anymore, it almost brought me to tears... My voice was cracking when I told Molly that Washington came first, then came Adams, only to get shot down by yet someone else saying that Jefferson came first...
That George Washington was the first American president was one of the constants of my life... It was fact... It was truth... It was law... To shake one of the pillars of my life would mean that things would come crashing down... It may seem overly dramatic to some people, but that was one of the few things I could hold on to, something I knew wouldn't change, something I had to remember Daddy by... To tell me that it was Thomas Jefferson and not George Washington is like telling a kid that there's really no Santa Claus... It was like losing my Daddy all over again...
But thankfully, after much research, it's proven that I was right all along... Daddy was right when he said the guy on the one dollar bill was the first president of the United States... General George Washington... Inaugurated in 1789...
My world is piecing itself back together... Oh say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave...
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 9:43 PM
Thursday, November 16, 2006
mood: PMS-ing
music: Pretty Vacant- Sex Pistols
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I hope you people have floatation devices because you might just drown in the estrogen content of the following post... Yes, it is that time of the month... Even though that is something you most likely didn't want to know, I have decided to impose that unpleasant knowledge upon you... Since you're here, then that means you've surrendered just a bit of yourself to me, slave... And because I feel just a tad sadistic as of now, you, my slave of the moment, will have to bear the torturous burden of joining me in my feminine moments... Free sanitary napkins for all..! *evil laugh*
To start things off, crap... My tagboard's busted... Well, it has been for one or two months, I guess... I just never get around to doing anything about it... But still, crap...
The keyboard is being pissy again... The 'n' key is giving me a hard time... Curse it...
My writing skills have yet to resurrect... If I plan to continue being a Literature (*ahem* litracher) major, then I need them back... My creative efforts have been futile lately, and all else I have to represent my writing is this blog, which seems to take the persona of Anna Nicole Smith getting high on UST whiteboard markers... Drama, stupidity, randomness and stuff of little importance... The sad thing is, although I realize this, I can't seem to drag my self out of this literary standstill and find myself stuck in the realm of pointless adolescent blogging... Where is the spirit of the Purple Inkblots..?
I'm craving a Starbucks vanilla frap... I have yet to jump on the "hate-Starbucks-because-it's-commercialization's-dirty-pimp" bandwagon... I know their coffee is overpriced and that it probably has more branches than there are schools in Africa, but I don't care as long as there's no hair in my whipped cream... For the bashers who diss Starbucks for its commercialism, I dare you to answer how many days in a week you go to the mall... Tell me you don't get trampled Christmas shopping, that you've never gotten depressed because no one got you a present, or even greeted you on your birthday or that you've never listened to sappy songs on Valentine's Day... Screw yourselves over, hypocrites...
Going back to the frap, it was in one of Starbucks' cushy chairs that I revealed a small worry of mine to my FU trooper, MJ... She answered me with a furrowed brow when I asked her how old Kris Aquino was when Ninoy got injected with Marcos moolah died for the Filipino people... (She was 12, according to my subsequent research, but I didn't know that at the time...) MJ asked what the hell that had to do with anything, when I admitted that I've been thinking about it for a while... It would be especially terrible since my late daddy cringed at the sight (well, the sound, mostly) of Kris... I was 13 going on 14 when I lost my father, and I've been worried that I might turn into a Kris... *gasp*gasp*shock*shock* You know, with the man-issues and all, since the lack of a prominent male figure in my life will likely have long-term effects on how I relate with the male species... I've never really had a "close" relationship with any guys... I can't really name a really good male friend of mine... I do have guy pals, I suppose, but no one I can consider my best guy friend... I can probably determine which dude I consider closest to me, but most likely, I'd be "just another one of his friends"... Everyone else seems to have an opposite gender bestfriend, but all I have are casual conversations and random teasing... It just makes me feel... Different...
And then of course, there's the issue of romantic relations...
Nope... No progress in that area... Sure, I get the occassional reassurance that I'm not some kind of revolting radioactive mutant, but the leers are more of a discomfort than a compliment... Now, I've always made it a point to tell myself that I don't need someone else (i.e. a man) to be the measurement of my happiness... But there are times, especially now, when I feel, not exactly loveless or lonely, but... Longing..? I don't even want to waste the brain cells needed to think of more to add to this topic...
Another Kris-esque thing I've been worrying about is going after older men, in search for a proxy-father figure of sorts... I admit that I am attracted to peeps of greater age than I, something which has apparentely gotten worse as of late...
Now the next paragraph/s will try to make light of what the above two paragraphs flop at saying about my situation...
Right now, I feel rather behind in the love department... MJ's making some sort of progress, Dinxy's always got guys fawning over her, Omi's loved and in love (but she's in a complex situation, too), Molly's advancing in the scene, Charmy has herself a pursuer whom I suppose she's equally smitten with (plus they have certain parallelisms with the Archangel era), Allianna is in her third relationship (my tomboyish cousin has better luck in love than I do) and hell, even he-who-does-not-comb-his-hair looks like he's goshdarn happy with she-who-had-come-between-us... Especially after seeing that last mention (Literally, in fact... I passed right by the hand-holding couple just yesterday along the Grand Stand...) I just feel... Out of place... And that's just one of the worst feelings I know... What makes it worse is that I keep on hunting prospects, for "panakip-butas" purposes, I guess, but even though I crush pretty hard on a few, they're still no match for my former object of affection... Worse still, one of my prospects is my professor in history and my main crush as of the moment is our PGC professor who is one of the cutest things ever... He's... Immaculate... *_* So there's the older men element...
And now I'm disoriented 'cause Mayam called and reminded me of all the schoolwork I've yet to do... Hahaha... A portion of my angst has dispersed... Maybe because much of our conversation was about certain *aspects* of PGC... XD
My PMS is settling down now as I think of something to complain about... Damn it..! I'll just complain because I can't remember what I was supposed to complain about... Grr... I had something in mind to bitch about but I can't remember for the life of me... Hmm... It was in my mind... But then Mayam called and we talked about Sir PGC... I forgot what I was going to nag about, which was in my mind after we talked about Sir PGC... Therefore, Sir PGC makes me lose my mind... Logic..? Would anyone care to verify my syllogism..?
I've just noticed that the flow of this entry is horrendous non-existent... The transition between paragraphs is shaaameful...
My mom's cellphone is ringing with her incredibly loud "Dahil Ikaw" ringtone... That has to be one of the most overplayed songs of the year... But it's still an improvement over the Cueshe "Back to Me" ringtone... I nearly bled to death from my ears...
I still can't believe that I go gaga over the thought of a guy... No matter how utterly mesmerizing he is, it still doesn't give justification for how pathetic it is to slip off my trail of thought because of him... Especially considering who he farkin' is...
I still can't remember what I was complaining about not remembering...
The 'n' key is still challenging me... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnn..!!! Ulol ka..!!!
Hehe... PMS's back... ^_^
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 5:21 PM
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
mood: annoyed
music: Video Killed the Radio Star- Presidents of the USA
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An embellished summer incedent... Damned hypocrites'll get their comeuppance...
"Tsk..! Ano ba naman yung trapik na 'to..? Ang init pa, leche..! Kanina pa 'to, ah..."
"Dati pa trapik dito, pero simula noong ipaayos nila yung kalye na 'to, lumala lang lalo... Kitid na ng daan, eh..."
"Sus..! Yung mga opisyal na yan, bakit ngayon lang pinaayos..? Panahon pa ng ninuno ko yung laging pagbaha dito sa karag-karag na daan ng Cielito... Yung pera kasing dapat na panggawa nyan kinukurakot lang... Tapos ngayong inayos, lumala lang yung trapik... Ano ba yan..? Bakit hindi pa gumalaw..? Tsk..!"
"Pinapadaan kasi yung ibang mga sasakyan dyan sa kabilang lane... Nangongolekta pa ng limang piso..."
"Anong kabilang lane..? Kita mo ngang ang kitid na ng kalsada rito, oh..! Kaya nga ginawang one way 'to, eh... Napakawalang hiya naman ng mga drayber na yan..! Pinipilit pa... Gusto yung madalian lang... Basta ok sila, yun na yun... Di na iniisip yung kapakanan ng iba... Bakit di na lang sila dumaan sa Yakal..?"
"Mahirap kasi yung daan dun... Baku-bako saka pasikut-sikot..."
"Problema na nila yun..!""Ayun..! Gumalaw na rin kahit papaano..."
"Ay, malapit na akong bumaba sa wakas... Manong, ibaba mo ako dyan sa may tabi... Sa tapat ng hardware, para di na ako mahirapan... Baha kasi, eh..."
"Dito na lang po... Di ako makasingit, eh..."
"Manong, ano ba..? Ang putik-putik dito, eh..!"
"Pasensya na po pero wala na talagang masingitan... Nakaharang yung ibang mga sasakyan, oh..."
"Tsk..! Gago..! Tignan mo nga't ang ang baha dyan, oh..! Ang putik..! Paano ako dadaan dyan..? Leche..!"
"Problema mo na yun..."
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 9:31 PM
Friday, November 10, 2006
mood: amused
music: Filthy/Gorgeous- Scissor Sisters
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Due to my current lack of creative original thought, I bring you: memorable Dilbert quotes..!
1. I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.
2. I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.
3. Am I getting smart with you? How would you know?
4. I'd explain it to you, but your brain would explode.
5. Someday we'll look back on all this and plow into a parked car.
6. There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.
7. Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.
8. Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
9. Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If he isn't there the first time you need him, chances are you won't be needing him again.
10. I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.
11. Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, "Where the heck is the ceiling?!"
12. My Reality Check bounced.
13. On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.
14. I don't suffer from stress. I'm a carrier.
15. You're slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
16. Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, 'cuz, like, you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
17. Everybody is somebody else's weirdo.
18. Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level then beat you with experience.
And a quotable exchange of words that took place just a few hours ago between MJ and some dude:
Dude: *endorcing various pricey MP3 players*
MJ: Nasaan po ba yung pinakamura..?
Dude: Ah, ito na lang po, ma'am... Expandible memory...
MJ: Kuya, pera ko po hindi expandible... XD
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 8:31 PM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
mood: cranky
music: see below
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How sappy am I..? Here's an evolution of my recent playlists:
Playlist 1:
294036224052- deathgaze
Ame- The Back Horn
Child Prey- Dir en Grey
Daikirai- MUCC
Doraemon- Dokusatsu Terrorist
Freeze- Pierrot
Fukai Nemuri Ga Sametara- Pierrot
Fuck This Shit- Thee Out Mods
Gishiki- Inugami Circus-dan
Hari no Ame- The Back Horn
Hybrid Rainbow- The Pillows
Jumping Junkie- Siam Shade
Killing Me- L'Arc~en~Ciel
Kiseichuu- Inugami Circus-dan
Kodou- Dir en Grey
Machiavellism- Dir en Grey
Monophobia- Plastic Tree
My Bloody Holiday- Ellegarden
Outsider- Siam Shade
Performance- Pierrot
Red...[em]- Dir en Grey
Romance- Penicillin
Seki-ray- Gackt
Shinshoku ~Lose Control~- L'Arc~en~Ciel
Utau Riyuu- Okuda Miwako
Yonaoshi Good Vibration- Sex Machineguns
Playlist 2:
Be My Last- Utada Hikaru
Bottom of the Death Valley- Dir en Grey
Cobalt Blue- The Back Horn
Don't Forget You I'll Never and Ever- The FLARE
Fragrance- Gackt
Hitomi no Juunin- L'Arc~en~Ciel
I Just Want to be Happy- Bonnie Pink
Muchina Inochi E- Fatima
Pano Nangyari Yun- Mayonnaise
Planetarium- Plastic Tree
Psychedelic Lover- Pierrot
Rain Knell- Hideki
Requiem- The Back Horn
Shallow Sleep- Hyde
Shuraba- Tokyo Jihen
Surrender- Mr. Children
True- Ryan Cabrera (aw, crap... XD)
Waltz- Hale (I like Hale... So freakin' shoot me...)
Playlist 3:
241 (My Favorte Song)- Rivermaya
Dreaming with a Broken Heart- John Mayer
I- 6 Cycle Mind
KLSP- Spongecola
Let Him Go- Frio
Lunes- Join the Club
Naghihintay- Jacob
Oo- Up Dharma Down
Reboud- Silent Sanctuary
Sana Sinabi- Soapdish
Stars- Callalily
Umaasa- 6 Cycle Mind
Watch me wallow in the puddles of mainstream OPM... Blame him... He's he reason I've resorted to this... XD
Mimi collapsed on the keyboard @ 10:48 PM
