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BAH.

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 19:39:07 GMT

I really don't know why I go to clubs. I'm not fond of dancing, the drinks are overpriced, you can barely move without accidentally (and inappropriately) brushing against someone, and you can't talk to anyone without having to scream your lungs out.

Anyway, I went to a club today (which shall remain unnamed), and this guy was looking at me so I thought that maybe I'd met him somewhere and I just didn't recognise him. So I kinda went closer and he said hi, and I said hi, and he gave me a peck on the cheek, which is a normal greeting here so I didn't make anything of it. And then he whispered into my ear, "Do you wanna make out with me?" WTF. Who does that? I felt like an idiot, because I really thought I probably knew him from somewhere and just didn't remember his face. So I said NO and walked away.

rambling thoughts, and jesus

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 04:01:07 GMT

Someone once told me that they admired me because no matter how much crap I get tossed at me, I always manage to stay so nice. I’ve never really been an angry person, nor one that expresses much emotion at all, at least not on the surface. Does it make me a stronger person that I am able to make like a rock in the face of any kind of trouble, or does it make me weak for not being able to express what I feel? I have no idea.

Having grown up in a Catholic environment, I’m more than familiar with the saying that goes something like, if someone slaps you across your face, turn the other cheek. I never understood how that makes you a stronger person. Why would you allow anyone to hurt you like that? Did Jesus not believe in self defense? It must not have been fun to get beaten by them Pharisees. If someone slaps you across your face, slap that bitch back! Or at least run away before they try to slap you once more, and stay put until you know it’s safe to come out again. Although in my case, I don’t do either; I stay put, maybe give them a dirty look, then I pretend like nothing happened and move on. So… does that make me Jesus? Shut up, my logic is flawless.

well...

Mon, 09 Apr 2007 19:21:21 GMT

i'm off to india for a couple of weeks, so if you don't hear from me for a while, don't worry, i'm not dead and i haven't run off this time. ;)

fuck. this should be interesting.

because everyone else is doing this and i haven't updated in forever

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 14:19:38 GMT

I'm evil? A black hole of scary dillusion and satanism? Interesting, yet so not true. I'm a nice person, really!

I just want to graduate already, then I can move on and fulfill my plans of world domination.

hell week begins in 23 minutes.

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 15:40:05 GMT

monday - theology report
tuesday - thesis proposal, two nonfiction pieces, history quiz
wednesday - philosophy long test
thursday - thesis essay, SPIT show
friday - philosophy exercise

i wrote this as a sortof postit to myself.

the price is right!

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 18:37:39 GMT

this is fucking hilarious! it's about a really funny episode of 'the price is right'.

http://p4t.livejournal.com/58527.html#cutid1

check it out :)

immersion

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 18:27:28 GMT

i leave for my immersion in 3.5 hours.

i haven't slept yet. and we're going to be crossing rivers and climbing mountains.

hooray!

oh my.

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 14:26:15 GMT

i found a poem i wrote for my biology class about 5 or 6 years ago...

UFO: Unidentified Flowing Object

Im sitting in my room

Minding my own business

I realize that I have to go

I need to take a piss

As I walked to the bathroom

I thought hard about

How it was formed

And how it managed to get out

The urninary tract

Is like a plumbing system

With special pipes that allow

Water and salt to flow through them

Two to four pints of waste

Is sent to the bladder which keeps 'em

Until it is ready to get out

And to attain its freedom

It is produced in the kidneys

And trickles 24 hours a day

Through 10 inch tubes called ureters

To the bladder, they show the way

The bladder is expandable

And stores urine until

It can be disposed of

And very soon it will

It closes all the openings

Of the ureters

Cannot flow back into the kidneys

Through the urethra it enters

This is where the process ends

The urine is let out

As it leaves your urethra

Youd feel better without a doubt!

hey, at least it rhymes. :p

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 08:36:43 GMT

a friend took these pictures in paris. they probably happened in order.

it made me laugh, a lot. i mean, she fell over like that while sitting down.. hahahah.

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 16:58:52 GMT

i'm so proud of myself. i had pot in my hand but i didn't smoke it. probably cos i knew that if i did, i'd go into a puking fit since i'd drank so much already. but still.

ohmygod.

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 17:48:25 GMT

so i went to the UP fair today with some friends. we sat on a slope in the sunken garden, and since i was really bored i decided to roll down the slope - it seemed like fun. so i rolled, but what i didn't know was that there was a huge, long, semi-deep hole at the bottom full of mud, and i fucking rolled right into it. my friends were screaming at me to stop rolling before i went in, but i just couldn't stop - the slope was too steep and i was going too fast, and there was nothing to hold on to.

so there i was, sinking into the mud, screaming like hell, and my friends were just laughing at me, before they finally realised that i wasn't getting out. this was because i seriously could not get out, i was literally being sucked into the pool of mud. they said that my whole body was in it except one leg, which i was waving furiously in the air, desperately trying to get out of the pit. the security guards heard my screams and came over with their super bright flashlights, and my friends finally came over to pull me out. well, one of them helped me out while the other two laughed. and then they took pictures of me covered in mud. we had to go looking for my slipper that fell into the mud with the guard's flashlight. then this random lady took me to the ladies' room so i could take a shower, but we found it to be locked. so she took me to this random faucet and the security guards gave me a bucket to pour water over myself with. the random lady told me to squat and poured water over me and rubbed the dirt off my skin while the guards were pointing out to her the places she missed. then i changed into my male friend's extra shirt, which was really huge, and i went around UP like that - soaking wet in an oversized shirt with mud in my underpants.

oh, did i mention that i was wearing white, while soaked in mud and water?

thank god for (free) alcohol

Sat, 17 Dec 2005 04:51:02 GMT

this weekend is going to be/has been so fucking busy. yesterday, i was at the OIP/ASEC/SOM christmas party 'til like 8pm. 'twas fun, we got to play games i haven't played in ages such as the longest line, calamansi relay, etc. the tibetans were so awesome - i don't know if they were in costume or if they really dress up like that everyday. anyway, then i had to rush off to greenbelt 3 for my cousin's debut at bollywood.

the debut deserves its own paragraph, so..

i'm so glad i got there a bit late, cos apparently they had this huge entrance thing - my cousin, in her peach wedding gown-like dress (in freakin' BOLLYWOOD), entered with her dad as an escort, followed by the rest of the family, with birthday music playing in the background. and there was this huge kiddie birthday cake that had sticks with yellow, pink and blue stars attached to them at the top, so they kinda looked like wands. later on, after having one too many drinks, i took a 'wand' and went around slapping everyone with it, hah.

it sucked cos my parents, aunts and uncles were around, and they were sitting next to the bar, watching how many times you go there to get a drink. the first time i asked for an alcoholic drink from the bartender, he asked me how old i am! my brother was really amused by this, since he's seventeen and never gets ID'd.

it got much better at the end, it's just too bad that i was too intoxicated to remember all that happened. i hopped over to absinth to meet up with guillaume, who was incredibly wasted. i also got minnie to come from embassy, with her japanese friend.. yoshi, i think.

today, my mom's making a huge family lunch at home.. in fact, i should be downstairs helping her right now. i've got a dentist appointment later too, might be getting my braces off :)

and then tomorrow, tiendesita's, and at 6-ish i will be at claire's, watching their little appearance on tv.

and then there's schoolwork. must fit that in, somehow. sigh.

need help

Mon, 05 Dec 2005 15:17:04 GMT

hey guys. i need your help.

i need my own source of income, therefore i need a parttime job. does anyone know anyone who would be willing to hire me? i am willing to do pretty much anything. see that? (pretty much) ANYTHING.

any help would be truly appreciated.

thankyou in advance.

untitled

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 15:57:17 GMT

is it a bad idea to flee to a friend's place for a couple of days or so to get away from the 'rents without telling them that i'm going? if they call and tell me to go home, and i'm sure they will, i'll refuse. believe me, i have my reasons.

it sounds like a flawless plan to me right now, but i might not be in the best state of mind to make a judgement like this.

phone pictures

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 15:24:28 GMT

i've got pictures from my phone, and i think i accidentally set it to the hideously small size which makes the pictures all blurry. damnit.

anyway, here are some of the better ones.

this one's pretty good. still tiny though.

i think this is la union - where the killer tsunano hit.

la union - the pretty beach, the awesome waves.. and bon.

me and tomo :)

this would've been a really awesome picture if it were bigger!

this is breakfast on our last day. looks so good - we made it ourselves!

swimming against the waves is so much fun, except when you get saltwater up your nose (and sand down your bottom).

the rest can be found in my multiply site.

i went to the FA dept earlier and xander wasn't there. he said he would be! apparently he wasn't there yesterday either. i saw nobody but construction workers and security guards around, it was pretty weird. and i still don't know what to take for my last FA elective this sem.

Mon, 24 Oct 2005 13:54:20 GMT

i just got back from ilocos/vigan/la union/baguio. seriously - best trip EVER. i love the philippines! i love ASEC! i love the happy red horse!

there was a meteor shower on our last night, too. in baguio. so amazing!

now it's back to reality - i'm going to have to beg a lot of people to buy fanfare tickets from me ASAP because i'm broke and can't pay for them all if they're not sold.

i think i have bus lag. it was a 9 hour bus ride from manila to laoag city, then about 20+ bus trips inbetween from one place to another, some around 2-3 hours long, then a 6 hour bus ride from baguio to manila. it still feels like i'm on a bus right now!

Sun, 04 Sep 2005 16:07:43 GMT

ugh, you know that feeling when you eat not because you're hungry, but because you're bored?

and you shouldn't even be bored, because you should be working on something that's due the next morning, but you're just sitting around doing nothing, bored to death, stuffing your face.

how very depressing. :p

tagged by elinore

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 15:38:43 GMT

list five songs that you are currently digging - it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. post these instructions and the five songs (with artist) in your blog. then tag five people to see what they're listening to.

1. John Frusciante - The Slaughter
2. Magnus - French Movies
3. Muse - Plug In Baby
4. Dispatch - The General
5. Keane - Snowed Under

i refuse to tag anyone.

intuition test thingy that everyone seems to be taking.

Thu, 25 Aug 2005 17:16:39 GMT

More Scientific

You have:
70% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and
55% EMOTIONAL INTUITION</b>

The graph on the right represents your place in Intuition 2-Space. As you can see, you scored about average on emotional intuition and above average on scientific intuition.Keep in mind that very few people score high on both! In effect, you can compare your two intuition scores with each other to learn what kind of intuition you're best at. Your scientific intuition is stronger than your emotional intuition.

Your Emotional Intuition score is a measure of how well you understand people, especially their unspoken needs and sympathies. A high score score usually indicates social grace and persuasiveness. A low score usually means you're good at Quake.

Your Scientific Intuition score tells you how in tune you are with the world around you; how well you understand your physical and intellectual environment. People with high scores here are apt to succeed in business and, of course, the sciences.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 59% on Scientific

You scored higher than 15% on Interpersonal

Link: The 2-Variable Intuition Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

You Are 23 Years Old

23

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Sun, 21 Aug 2005 17:04:13 GMT

there's so much you can tell about someone by just looking at them. i tend to do this a lot. i look at random people and try to imagine what their lives must be like.. based on what they look like, what they're wearing, how they've fixed their hair, etc. it's fun.

there's also so much you can tell about people by looking at their msn screen names and display pictures. you can totally sort out the retards, the smartasses, the girly-girls, the cynics, the nerds, the socialites, the emos, etc.

so you can probably tell that i've got a lot of free time on my hands. it's fun though, really.

whee.

Sun, 14 Aug 2005 10:48:57 GMT

thanks for coming, guys. i had a blast :)

crazy.

edit: fixed the resolution. much better now.

kids, they grow up so fast.

Tue, 09 Aug 2005 10:25:59 GMT

remember winnie cooper from the wonder years?

http://www.stuffmagazine.com/girls/danica_mckellar/danica_McKellar_l2.jpg

http://www.stuffmagazine.com/girls/danica_mckellar/danica_McKellar_l9.jpg

yup.

holy shit

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 06:56:18 GMT

i just had the most disturbing dream ever. without doubt watching Elephant had something to do with it.

so there was this hall with lots of tables, chairs and shelves and there were lots of people just hanging around, including myself. and then, suddenly, xander enters carrying a huge gun and starts randomly shooting at people. everyone screams and takes cover, and he laughs. then he points the gun at this girl who cries and starts pleading, and he has this sympathetic look on his face for a while, then BANG. she's dead. and he shoots five other kids right after. i was terrified and hiding under a desk in the corner, he sees me, but he says he'll come back for me later and he goes shooting other people first.

that's all i remember. O_O'

gdsjflgnkdf

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 14:39:48 GMT

i lost my phone. :(

it's weird, i never thought this'd ever happen to me. i've heard about everyone else's phones being stolen, lost, etc but i never thought i'd be one of them. this is sad. i want my phone. i just need all the numbers, you can take that old piece of crap! i've dropped it ten too many times anyway. i want my number. i want my contacts. i want my ring tones. i want my PICTURES. :(

i've had the thing since fourth year high school, it holds so much sentimental value. i know it's stupid to be so attached to an 11-digit number, but it was my number, for three years. a lot's changed in three years but i still had the same number. i want it back. oh so badly.

i seriously hate people who steal. i always have. i'm one of those people who's so particular about what's mine and what's yours. i mean, i tell my sister off for taking my stuff without asking my permission. it seriously bugs me. i respect other people's possessions as theirs and theirs alone, and to take something that isn't mine just doesn't make any goddamn sense to me. no matter how desperate i am, i'd never steal. never ever. just the thought that one would stoop so low as to take something that doesn't belong to them, especially something so valuable, sickens me.

so yeah, don't text me. until i get a new phone. and a new number. -_-

wah.

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 11:41:22 GMT

please screen your HP6 spoilers. pleaaaaaase? however vague they may be. please. -_-