Tuesday, June 30, 2009

transformers 2 review

Robots in Transformers2:

Pink Robot with a green twin
Green robot with a pink twin
Yellow robot who saves the human beings and use simultaneous radio excerpts as conversational medium
Bida robot: Optimus Prime
Huge Robots on pyramids
Tiny Robots with broken eye humping Megan Fox
Really cute Old Robot
Insect robots that alert the boss robots when divided in pieces
The purple robot with the posh voice who tried to save Sam, but died within 5 seconds of instruction
The hot girl robot!
The robot who disintegrates into hundreds of metal balls to get into sewers
The fierce feline robot
All the other robots who all look alike anyway.

Need I say, I wasnt able to follow the plot.

Entry is open for comments, suggestions, and harsh words from those who know better. :)


I spent the afternoon drinking and now I'm suffering from an unnursed quasi-hangover because this fucking insomnia denies me from sleeping on it.

I don't want to go to school. :(

Monday, June 29, 2009

have i mentioned, i am so sabaw.

Sabaw. Sabaw. Sabaw. SAbbaaaawWwWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

They say that the only possible way to get an uno for your thesis is if you put you social life, love life, (if given the chance even your spiritual life,) on hold.

Not a bad idea actually. And definitely not out of the question.

I'm not saying I will, though. I'm just implicating that... I don't know what I'm saying. I just lugged this thought around with me all day and wanted to write it down.

Sunday, June 28, 2009


My mind's so idle right now. Like I don't want anything. Maybe it's the moment's contentment or maybe it's hopelessness. I mean what can I possibly acquire that will change anything, life will always be both unreasonably pleasant and awful anyway.

The Virgin Suicides indicated that some people are too much of dreamers that when reality hits them on the face, they don't know how to cope. They end up succumbing to irrational measures.

The Ophelia Dumalanta Reader indicates too that we must know when reading has its limit. We must identify which information intake we have to apply.

The thing is, with the lot of lessons we learn through out the day, not everything makes their way to our brain. It's a mental clutter.

2am in a cold bedroom is always boring.

Friday, June 26, 2009


My room is so cold. Brrr.

Let's see, so I fixed my room, which at this time is thrice its normal mess because of additional inhabitants. Cleaning le humble abode did wonders for my mood however not much for my sleeping problem.

And no, I don't think I can actually share life-altering stories in this blog. I guess we'll just have to do with the random barely interesting tidbits and ask the juicy life details personally.


And to get myself through tough times (e.g. boredom), I am now watching The Big Bang Theory on my ipod.

Thursday, June 25, 2009


The rain sucks. The ground's wet, the air is stuffy.

But isn't the chill just extremely magical?

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


1. Reintroduction to Music.

I love the following bands: The Kooks, Red Hot Chilli Pepper, Switchfoot, Radiohead, Matt White

The said bands are the worksongs along with the old favorites (Amy Winehouse, Jason Mraz, Maroon 5, Arctic Monkeys, Julie London, The Cardigans, Up Dharma Down).

I also like (or love maybe. I'm in a confused time) Andrew Bird, The Donnas, Pedicab, The Rolling Stone

I've given up on listening to Incubus, Led Zep, Kate Nash, Lily Allen, Itchyworms, Matchbox20, The Corrs (Ugh). Not that they're bad. I just have to give my eardrums a rest.

I'm very sorry but I can't seem to appreciate The Moldy Peaches, Great Lake Swimmers, Jimmy Eat World, Mark Ronson.

(Disclaimer: The mentioned artists are just some of the artists I can remember right now.)
(Totally namedropping.)

2. The regulars:

My room is still a mess. And yes, I always strive to straighten it up every night. My sister's are staying here because relatives are all over the house.

My insomnia is still bad. I won't be sleeping tonight.

My hair is growing.

Am currently looking camcorder software online.

3. Thesis

It's a youth-oriented National Writer's Workshop for Creative Writing. Think about it. It's the same high we artists feel if we find that the greatest artists in the country are willing to share their technique with us. The most prestigious advertisers orienting us on how they process.

You just have to prove you're worth it.

And it's totally all about the youth so the design proposals will be so fun and modern and posh. PLUS hello, related lit material.

And hello, if I'm going to work on something for a whole year, might as well work on something I love. Besides other people had worse ideas and they made it work. Tahong, anyone?

4. Family

It's the ultimate reunion. School, work and AH1N1 isn't stopping it. Looking forward to a lot of dinners, out of towns, and more reunions.

Weirdly, we're all having fun. Ho-hum.

P.S. The lolo is a walking faux pas. And since I'm supposed to be used to it, I find it amusingly annoying and not just purely annoying. Besides, family love.

5. Misc

So the relationship was short-lived. Cut me some slack.

Attempt at cooldom

I have decided to actually share my life with this blog. See, I only write general details because:

a. If I'm doing something uninteresting, and I write it down, it look like my life's boredom purgatory.
b. If I share something interesting, it would seem as if I'm boasting,name-droppint, etc... and that would be the least cool thing in the face of cooldom.

So my aloofness to my own blog is actually a product of my climb to cooldom. Eew.

Therefore, with whatever theories I end up with as contributed by the statements, I will still try to share my life. Because if I stop thinking about what you think, then I will be so fucking cool B-) ... and happy too.

Still, no pressure.



[/] 60pts The closet
[] 15pts Change bedsheets
[] 20pts Do something about the bags everywhere
[] 45pts Scrub every tile and between in the bathroom
[] 20pts Clutter of books and magazines everywhere
[half] 30pts The makeup closet and shoes
[] 50pts Pictures on the wall
[] 15pts Accessory drawer
and of course
[90%] 1000pts Work. (MAP Powerpoint fuckingshit)
900+60+15 = 975 over 1255 = 88%!!!

1. Ate Neng cleared the closet for me. Yey. And that's not cheating there's no rule stating that you can't explore any method as long as you get the work done. Besides there are no rule at all.
2. I only got to clean the makeup closet.
3. I finally finished the (STUPID FUCKING) powerpoint. I just have to put it in CD and deliver. No, the project is far from done because the bosses have a case spontaneous demanding-ness... in a nice voice you can't refuse. Cry cry.

Nice people are evil!


People die and it sucks. It sucks becasue they leave you. It sucks because it's abrupt. It's not like they just fade away as if some sort of detoriorating friendship. It's almost unrecognizeable, even if you know that it'll be coming.

Deaths rip you of a part of yourself. Like an arm. And you can't have it back.

Background: He's my dad's uncle and therefore, my 'lolo'. Whatever. He's the head of the whole clan. He's the chief. He's one of those characters whose absence you would notice. And he kept the family together.

It's the first time I've actually experienced a death in the family. And because he'd existed in my life since forever, it's weird knowing he's not here anymore. I mean, if I didnt KNOW that he's not here anymore, maybe it would be different.

The whole family is flying in from different parts of the world, and as my cousins put it, homes are fully booked.

Yes, he's not young, but I never imagined him passing away.

Saturday, June 20, 2009


My tolerance to music is increasing ten-fold. I no longer crave for silence anymore.

I should start working now, and hopefully I'll finish everything tomorrow.

Weird thing, my dad bought me Mudshake.

And look! Everyone's leading their own lives. It's quite refreshing, I actually love it. :)

Friday, June 19, 2009

Lies and Soundscape

The folks would always be able to tell if your hair smells like smoke. The other half would always know if you have an extra phone with you for extra-curricular activities. The strangers would know if you're just making up an awful joke. The profs know that you're not late because of unforeseen circumstances, and you just woke up late. The friends know that you're in love with her, even if you say you like someone else.

Just stop lying now, will you.


My musiclife is on a roll. Spent a sum of 6 hours downloading and I figured I love rock. Weird.

Bad music is just annoying. I wish I could clear the world of bad music.

The universe is great. God created music to drown our thoughts.


Life is all about the indulgence (e.g. walking, MTV, chilly weather, crushes, good haircut, waking up all snuggly.)

Rant: These guys are just a bunch of pussies. They want to be the epitome, but can't because they don't have that character. It's man glamour, it's all a stupid contest of who gets wasted most.

(Not you friends. :* )

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

Penelope is so beautiful. The movie is striking.


So far, past 24 hours after the said list.. I've accumulated 100 points. And because I'm a little sleazy cheat, the only reason I got the hundred is because I'm starting on the workywork.

No, I haven't "spring clean-ed" anything.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


The grandfolks are arriving on Saturday. Yup, this Saturday and not on September 2nd as originally planned.

For a month I would be subjected to my household's version of martial law. I have to be home within an hour after the classes. Any indication of alcohol, nicotine, or even any form of unclassiness (such as soiled or unironed clothes) are more than 'frowned upon'.

Also, the lolo is 10x louder than I am, and the lola 10x more discriminative. My lolo will be bringing his fellow seniors in the house whatever time he pleases, and the lola will interogate our (especially my mom's) every move.

And no boys allowed. Any conduct involving boys will cause an allowance decrease.

And I am not exaggerating.

No overnights, no parties, no mischief. Plus, really, an overdose of peskiness.

I love them, I do... but to put it lightly, it's not very comfortable with them around. Especially now that.......


Anyway, I have to clean my room. The following areas are to be covered within an eight-hour period:
(The points correspond to the task's difficulty)

[] 60pts The closet
[] 15pts Change bedsheets
[] 20pts Do something about the bags everywhere
[] 45pts Scrub every tile and between in the bathroom
[] 20pts Clutter of books and magazines everywhere
[] 30pts The makeup closet and shoes
[] 50pts Pictures on the wall
[] 15pts Accessory drawer
and of course
[] 1000pts Work. (MAP Powerpoint fuckingshit)

... And this entry sounds so political.



Every emotion felt past 2am until sunrise is intensified 10x its value. Therefore, every hurt, joy and even idea from the said duration is just a product of the delusions brought by not having anything to distract you.

And since they are merely delusions, they are invalid.

Don't take your feelings seriously at these times. You are worse than a drunk version of yourself. Your own mind is playing tricks on you.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Reg suggested a very interesting book called The Time Traveler's Wife, and if anyone has a copy, please please please lemme borrow. :X

I bought me Jihan-shorts yesterday!

(Jihanshorts - noun. barely knee-high garment in dark khaki having bulky pockets. ver ver laid back chic.)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, biological clock extremely messed up. I was up at 2am watching Manhunter to get me sleepy, I got to sleep after 5am, which in turn got me absent for my first two classes of the school year. It was raining and everything was just so chilly, getting up was a chore.

I've been living with this forever, and it has to stop. Im seeing yet another doctor soon. In the meantime, I'm getting a dozen or so of cheap drugstore melatonin tomorrow.

Monday, June 15, 2009


1. Found perfect affordable pizza in the comfiest poshiest accesible place... Joey Pepperoni, Quatro Formaggi at 165php 8"... 50% off at 2-6pm at Savemore, a tryk ride from home.

Verver pretty, and private. Almost secluded. And undoubtedly affordable.

2. Records show that on March 15 2008, I was 82 pounds.

3. Records show that on June 14, I wrote a letter to the NL.

Hello musicbox. :) Clicky. It's at the sidebar.

I don't know how long the warmth will stay... because if I get drained of it completely, I'm not very sure where I'll end up again.

Di nio gets noh? Ako lang makakagets nian.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Dear Girlsies.

Alam mo na...

Saturday, June 13, 2009

its madness!

I paint my nails so bad, I dont deserve to be in cfad.

Friday, June 12, 2009

On irrational spending

Cab fares are the most irrational expenditure of the 21st century 19 year old. That's the price you pay for not having your own car or not knowing how to drive, and it's 4x the amount you pay when you commute. Although, commuting has no grandeur... and the Philippines is ver ver hot. -_-

But cabbies makes you poor.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Ive seen more shooting stars than anybody else I know. I'm not exactly observant, and not especially lucky... but I really do get to see a lot of shooting stars/bulalakaw/falling star whatever. There always seem to be one (or some) when the sky is clear.

And about wishes...


BTW, I will be living at Riverfront Residences, Pasig. :) <3

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The universe speaks

The thing about music is, I dont need it too much. I like going to gigs for the alcohol, for the people, for the airconditioning.

Yes, for the live entertainment, but that's just half of it.

But sometimes, after 48 hours of no actual music, and you hear any song (in my case, earlbabuy.blogspot's), you just immerse in it and linger.


I've been told that I have no guts to speak of. And your words, my dear, cant be any truer.


Weird thing happened. I was walking AND I STEPPED ON A NAIL. WTFF. I hopped to the nearest empty carinderia and investigated, and yes it was indeed a rusty nail and it pierced through my flipflops. Funny thing, it missed my flesh by a centimeter. It actually scraped off part of the thick skin at the ball of my foot (pota. anu tawag dun?).

If I werent very lucky, I'd be temporarily crippled because my foot's nursing tetano.

This has got to have some sentimental symbolic message from the universe.

Leche. No.

you know what to do

it hurts every minute.
tae, mahal kasi kita e.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Half Year Resolution. Revised

Half Year Resolutions (Revised)

1. I will stop smoking when classes start. It really sucks when you're on your way home and its chilly and a stick would do you much good. Oh temptation. Alas, the prices you pay to remain nicotine free.
2. I will moisturize. I'm failing. But I'll be on track again soon.
3. I will take better pictures. I can't stuff this in my schedule. We're all bums. Photoblog fail.
4. No to beer. And coke. And no to bad words.
5. No to haircuts. Going strong.
6. I will remind myself that less is more. And I will avoid cliche like plague. And I will attempt avoiding pretentious words... like "attempt".


1. Utos ng Hari by Jun Cruz Reyes is the father of all Philippine comedic short stories. And yes, the only reason I got around to reading this is because he claimed my "Mental Letter to Eva Fonda" short story has potential. He also announced that my english sucks, and that I'm better off not trying to shock anyone with any of my futile writing 'techniques' (ugh). Nevertheless, that is a far far cry from the hurtful "no comments" meaning you are beyond useless.

2. June = snuggleweather (But LDR still on) + sucky internet + rain rain rain. Lots of it.

Also, The AH1N1 virus is everywhere. UST is in quarantine mode, so classes start on the 15th. I don't think I really care.

3. Pauline (the 9year bestfriend) is back. Yippee. I'm hoping that this means a lot of sleepover at her house. This may also mean me going home with a bunch of goodies (flashy notebooks, chocolates, hand-me-down clothes, and just recently an english textbook). We do, however, need to spend less.

4. Girls suffer the same delusion. The standards we set are of miniseries value.
Well me and my friend do/used to. I guess, there's always something that we share with the people close to us: some sort of work/party ethic? Reachable goals? belief? Yadayadayada *insert drama here*.

Friday, June 5, 2009


The thing is, before I even get to half of the book I'm reading, I'm overwhelmed by the urge to write. Something like what I'm reading probably.

It's just like driving you know. You start learning it, but you can't find the time and energy to practice it. You'd love to just pay an incredibly irrational amount and have the driving skill when you wake up.

I just want to wake up poetic. I want every line I say or write be gushing with uhhhh magic?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


Actually, you won't discover anything useful about me in this blog.

Here are the following details I refuse to enclose in this public journal:

1. Happy thoughts.
2. My vital statistics.
3. The things that I do everyday. I mean, what's the use of blogging it for public consumption if I do find them fun but VAGUELY interesting.
4. What I really really feel.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Hi. It's 4:19am.

Season 3 much?

Monday, June 1, 2009

Hello OldSchool Blog

In the meantime.
Lover, hindi mo man lang tatanungin kung bakit? Mahal mo ba talaga ako?