Thursday, August 28, 2003

i just finished baking choco fudge brownies.

be jealous, chocolate lovers!!!

i am so happy because i just finished all my final exams... aren't you? i only had three exams... plus one oral presentation...

tuesday morning i was late for my first exam, for i think 15 to 20 minutes.... the proctor's face as i showed up still gives me the creeps. there were still some who came later than me though... ha ha.

i spent the three hours in between the two exams having lunch with two members of the chinese society and sitting inside the malate office, aka heaven. after the second exam, i accompanied the two members of the chinese society to the library, then we had two cones each of mr softy ice cream... rice crispies... chocolate ice cream...

the next day, ooh, stupid, that's today! anyway, today... hahaha.... i had only one exam and the damn presentation... let's just say i walked a lot on three inch heels, and didn't have ice cream, but i got a perfect score on the damn comsci project...

to reward myself, i baked brownies, and i intend to consume the damn brownies after this blog.

bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Friday, August 15, 2003

urgh, fuck you.

i have been so damn nice to you and all you give back to me is this crap. thanks for the crap anyway, i'll be sure to use it when an oppurtunity comes up.

whooh. happiness... happiness...

last tuesday i was so sick that i couldn't even drink a glass of water without throwing up. then at around 2230, and entire longanisa chewed to bits along with a small portion of catsup-stained egg (also chewed to bits) came out of my mouth and my nose with several cups of water.

i am so happy because i finished two of our jp papers in one night, and afterwards i still got to read my new zafra... then as soon as i laid my head on my ever so fluffy pillow my head began to ache as if a little gremlin was struggling to crack out of it.

wednesday morning i tried to eat something decent... tried. i left the house at 1230 and arrived at csb at 1... i got to see the entire concert. mind you that i was all alone (something that doesn't seem to surprise me, this being a pop-orchestra concert), and their choice of music was... painful. sharp. hurtful. blunt. ouch. you could just kill me now. they were so good that they reminded me of every single good thing that i've seen, or felt, and they made me remember how fucking these days have been.

good thing i met two starving artists, one poet and another proser like me. they were offered incentives by their algebra teacher, how pathetic. i was stupid enough to think that they'd be interested in the music like me.

then Whitey started to sing and dance on stage... i was blinded by his flawless white skin and shiny white clothes. think morgan freeman in bruce almighty, just paint his skin with white textile paint and double his size... there you go... now imagine him dancing.... imagine the look on my face.

i went to heaven again to sign up for the MOS. i don't think god was there... was he? i really don't remember. wo xi huan de ti er ge was there, though... making fun of someone.... he was cute... and cute.

yesterday i attended my favorite class with our two final papers at hand. wo xi huan de ti yi ge, more popularly known as wo xi huan de, wasthere, and i showed him our final paper. he said it was good. how nice. three people read the paper and they all said it was good. good. then he started a conversation with me, one i never expected, even in my wierdest dreams.

i just finished reading the el fili comics.
it was good.
i didn't know simoun was actually ibarra, when we were discussing it in class i thought he was an entirely different character.
when i saw that chapter, i was like, "oh, so he's ibarra??? cool."
so what ever happened to maria clara?
she was raped? really? oh yeah, by damaso, right?
no? damaso was his father? ewww.
so who raped her? salvi? but wasn't he the nice one? wasn't he the one who apologized to ibarra when ibarra got so mad about his father and all?
oh well.
we didn't do much in this class...
i really like this teacher... what's his name again?
so this is how frosh feels like. i've forgotten what it feels like to be frosh.

then it hit me -- the class' last meeting will be on tuesday... it's like, te end... no more him... no more ciggy-smelling cute guy labeled by a braindead classmate as eric fructoso. no more wo xi huan de ti yi ge.

then i went back up to heaven (five friggin floors up on staircase using three inch heels -- mind you, not even platform!) and god was there, along with his archangels... the archangel asked me about the three-day thing, then god asked me if i were excited, and he reassured me that i'd be very happy there.... aaahhh... god is so cute....

back to my ranting on you...
fuck you really!!!
grrrrrrrrrr..........................................................................................................................

haaaah.

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Monday, August 11, 2003

i am so happy.

despite the fact that i have an entire paper to finish for tomorrow, i am happy.

despite the fact that the ever so stupid sons-of-rich-creatures-who-think-they-can boss-every-single-living-creature-with-cash grandstood earlier with pointless, brainless arguments. i forgive them for trying hard to win, but i smite them for hitting people who actually make sense on the personal basis. fuck them, but i am happy.

despite the fact that i hate the bag i'm using but can't do anything about it because my favorite bag was ruthlessly slashed by a son of a bitch who could have slashed the stuff of those sons-of-rich-creatures-who-think-they-can boss-every-single-living-creature-with-cash or their respective chicks, and despite the fact that i really really want to get a knife and find that fucking asshole and chop off his penis millimeter by millimeter along with his testicles and have the chopped flesh stuffed on his mouth, i am happy.

i am very happy.

why?

because when i went up to heaven this afternoon, god said hi to me, no, acknowledged my presence.

then later this afternoon, while i was walking by the chapel, as i did the sign of the cross, god said hi to me again while he was walking past me...

hehehe...

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hey.... got a few from other people's blogs...

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fourth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Low
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Moderate
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

allow me to continue...

a lot of people i didn't expect to remember to greet me indeed greeted me.

one, who hasn't greeted me for three years, still didn't...............
and fuck it, it still hurts.

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congratulate me, i have just experienced my first slash attack.

slash attack::: an act of theft that involves the use of a cutter, a small knife, or any kind of blade that can rip bags and the like in order to steal another person's personal things, may they be valuable or not.

the asshole who attacked me was quite unfortunate though, for he was not able to get anything worth money from me, except maybe one of my blue pens (i couldn't find it when i was fixing my bag this morning).

what pisses me off is that (sorry, i can't stop the tears...) my favorite bag........... yes, my friends, the purple esprit bag i got five or six years ago, maybe more................ the most comfortable bag ever......................... no bag could ever compare to it............. the comfort, the everything..................................... damn it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

happy birthday to me.

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Friday, August 01, 2003

i am pleased with the way things are going.

allow me to speak of a guy we shall refer to as wo xi huan de [ pronoinced as woh-see-hoo-aan-duh ].

he's an upperclassman taking up some liacom course... he's a seatmate... he's cute... he smokes... i think he has a girlfriend, but who the hell cares... he's one of those 'just-for-the-classroom' crushes.

anyway, wo xi huan de usually comes in late in class, and as soon as he drops his sports bag and takes out one very big notebook and a pathetic pen (last timeit was the ink holder of a panda pen), he binds himself to the corner post near our seats. last tuesday, though, he came in early... as in more than ten minutes prior to our start time. he sat beside me, and didn't bind himself to the post, and his first word was "dands". i have never heard my name sound so sweetly. (don't get me wrong, he's not the first one to call me that.)

he started a conversation with me about our group paper (he's in my group, i forced it to be so... heheheh... tactics...), which led to a lot of maligalig comments from him. he was really talkative, and i was just too...... shocked to react. he asked me what we were going to take up for that day, and he said he left his comic book version of elfili... he ended up leaning on me to read my english version. every so often i could hear him say, hey, why don't you recite? ....... oh, cool! forgive me if i sound mababaw, but we had some laughs and i swear..... he did this thing with his eyes, the garfield look i love so much, as in the one i usually do... and we just laughed.

yesterday,he came in late, but he didn't bind himself to the wall again. what he did was he handed me his share of the paper (i was not at all impressed with his work -- more of pissed, but oh well. i didn't get him for his brain) and showed me his comic book of elfili. we had a few laughs again, the he kept the filthy thing and leaned on me again for the book.

i haven't gone to the bar & resto where he hangs out for quite a while... i guess, he's just not that sort of crush... but i'm happy, i swear i am...

about the other guy, wo xi huan de ti er ge [woh-see-hoo-aan-duh-tee-uhr-guh], i've not seen him in a while... frankly, i don't really give a damn about the guy anymore...

somebody in my class, let's name him ah chou, sent me a long text message yesterday:

....
sorry kung medyo naiirita ka sakin minsan...
kasi i feel sometimes na ang lalim ng iniisip mo so wala lang,
ginugulo kita...
para marelax ka...
tsaka i respect your opinions so much kaya minsan i try to argue with you,
baka sakaling magulo ka...
kasi you're so serious all the time...
kaya sana you won't take me out of context...
i'm not trying to make you feel bad or something,
i'm just trying to play around with you...
so yun, thanks and sorry.
ingat!


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Red Banana lives! Beware! The Goddess of Eternal Wrath lives, and she is out to get you! So start worshipping, lower being!

red banana got her name from blumintritt market place. she was very fond of the word banana so she used it. she loves jessica zafra, and she hates her for being so... RIGHT. if you want to please her, give her melons and ponkans and really good pasta. or just be nice. she may be happy academically but her love life sucks. over the years, she seems to have found an interest in taken guys. of course she always ends up broken. she loves to write... hindi ba obvious? she also loves to sing... she knows songs from almost any era... she doesn't have a favorite color... her color preferences change over the seasons. she loves musicals and broadway shows... why she can not explain. red banana's favorite shows include sex and the city and ally mcbeal.

&calvin and hobbes;
&peanuts;
&dennis the menace;
&garfield;

&freaked.banana;
&[insanity];
&<<intellects>>;
&solace;
&rebirth;
&purplechaste;
&make me sublime;
&faery in pain;
&confused;
&// si shiteru... //;
&jomic;
&pooh bear;
&stani;