'And I Say The Same Thing Every Single Time'

1. PATRICK STAR WARS! LOL *Tumblr


2. I tried the 'Most Used Word on Facebook Wall Posts' application. And my Number 1 word is: SCHOOL. WTH. Why not just put NERD or GEEK?


2. My favorite fast food chain with one of my favorite..words! *Tumblr


4. As what Ate She puts this.. 'My Scarlet Family.' Taken by Arkitrato.

Wacky daw! Anong ginagawa niyo? :)

5. 4CA1 Christmas Parteeeh @ Meng's crib y'all!

Picture paints a thousand words.

6. I thought we'll be spending New Year at the airport but my uncle/aunt/cousins' arrival, which was originally scheduled on the 1st of January, was moved tomorrow. In a few minutes.

7. Anonymous says 'Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts.'

Supahman says '\m/'

I suddenly thought of my friends the other way around - mostly nuts and less diabetic!

8. I think I'll be changing my url to supahmanwithsupahwashboardabs. LOL My only two goal this Christmas vacation is to gain weight and finish the school assignments / eat everything & finish everything.

9. Happy New Year! Its supah2010!

Testosterone-Filled

CHRISTMAS DAY - EVENING

A. We went to Tiendesitas because Mom was itching to buy Toby a new shirt or new bone.
'Finish the Chicken and just feed him the bone. That's something new.' Toby is not allowed to eat Chicken bone and all other kinds of real bone. Poor dog. I don't know. My brother says 'DON'T.' So, yeah.

Mom: *while wiping Toby's front feet?/hand?* Ano ba yan Toby. Amoy aso yang paa mo.
Aunt: Malamang. Alanganaman amoy tao.
Genius.

B. The moment we arrived at Eastwood, I pushed my Mom to go to 7-Eleven to buy something important. She bought 4 Slurpee..for Dad/Mine, Brother/Mine, Cousin/Mine and Her/Mine (I tasted everyone's Slurpee even if there were just 2 flavors). And I bought a French Vanilla Cappuccino. I barely died.

While waiting for my aunt, my brother and I roamed around Eastwood Mall. With Toby. This is one of the many things why I like Eastwood: You can bring your dog to anywhere, everywhere.

Passing by Folded and Hung, I saw Gretchen Ho. She's pretty and tall! I thought she's a bit short.
Supahbro: Uy, si Gretchen!
Supahbro's bro: Sino?
Supahbro: Yung player.
Supahbro's bro: Saan?
Supahbro: Ayan yung nakagreen. [we're an arm length beside her]
Supahbro's bro: Ano nga name niya?
Supahbro: Gret%^en Ho.
Supahbro's bro: Huh?
Supahbro: Gr#%!^en Ho.
Supahbro's bro: Ahh, okay.
Supahbro: *f#ckin' braces*

Outside Eastwood Mall, I saw Ma'am Pia - associate producer of ASAP and SCQ Kids 3. She looks lovely. I almost peed in my pants because I don't know what to say to her and yet I approached her quite fast. Plus, I was wearing a huge cheesy smile. *facepalm* I wasn't prepared. Good thing it was quick..we exchanged Hi's and Hello's, she said 'Ay, cute naman niya(Toby),' I paid compliment to the '2010' commercial of ASAP..she was cool with it, explained a few and yeah, that's it. :)

Then we had late dinner at my uncle's condo unit. [Reason no. 34..on why I like Eastwood: We can leave our parents at La Fayette or Orchard while we (brother and cousins) can go around Eastwood all by ourselves. My uncle's condo units are the adult version of a playground - w/o slides, bricks, legos, shouting kids..only mature conversations].

I was watching the dogs while eating. Every time Toby gets close to Puppy (my cousin's dog), he sniffs her like crazy. Toby is a perv. Good thing Puppy is virginal. Puppy doesn't want her ass to be sniffed. I swear. She turns around every time Toby starts getting close to her. She's 8 months old and Toby is 10 months old. Wala pa ngang katorse.

After dinner, my cousin and I (with TOBY!) went to Ministop to buy my brother a cellphone load and to go to McDonald's to eat..again. Sundae and Fries and Coke float. Nom Nom Nom.

Going back to Orchard, he told me he needed to puff a cigarette (this is a secret) but I wanted to go back to Orchard so I told him 'Akyat na ako.'

Then I had my push-it-baby-movie moment. It was so surreal....

In front of the entrance glass door, a foxy (and I swear she defines foxy) tanned Anne Curtis (she looks like Ms. Curtis) passed by and expressed a cute chuckle seeing Toby. I died. I'll call her Foxy1. Foxy1 had this nice smile that can wipe off whatever your thinking. I was mindlessly walking behind her until my phone started ringing. #)@#%()@%$). Argh. It was my mom so I stopped and took the call while she continuously walked to the elevator lobby. After the call, I walked fast thinking that I still might catch her. And yes. When I turned right, she was just going inside the elevator. I brought Toby in my arms (he's tired with all the walking and running) and quickly went inside the same elevator.

The elevator door closed and there was another girl inside..who looks exactly like Cris of PDA2 (I searched the net to double check. Same features.) She's Foxy2.

Foxy2, who was standing at the right side of the door..near the elev buttons, pressed 11.
Foxy1, who was standing at the left side of the door, reached for button 8.
I, with a panting dog..standing at the back reached for button 18 (and thought of pressing all the buttons!)

*silence*
Then there was tension. LOLOLOL. )@$)!@#)%!I. Prolong the moment (3x). What to do? (3x).
The whole elevator was a mirror so we can all see each other. Front, left, right, back. But not top and bottom. Tsk.
Foxy1 turned her head and checked on Toby. She flashed her cute smile and I needed to catch my breath. I can't even look straight to her.
My forehead was sweating like crazy. Thinking of my next move.

A. Should I accidentally drop Toby and ask for their lovely assistance?
B. Should I look badly suffocated and ask for CPR?
C. Should I just kiss them both and say 'Its Christmas so don't be selfish. Now, let's do the French.'

Screw A and B. I'll do C.

Poof! Of course, I didn't.

Door opens on the 8th floor. Then the 11th. Gahd. After the 11th floor, I exhaled like there's no tomorrow.
...
...
If Adam Sandler wil be generous enough to lend me his remote, I'll press the rewind button to this..and then slooowww mooowww. Ahhh, God bless this Christmas day/evening. :)

French Vanilla

from 7-Eleven = all I want for Christmas!

There's no 7-Eleven here. So, please. I'll marry you. We'll make good babies. I promise.


MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)

Google Ads Has Spoken

Mindfcuk. When you see it, you'll shit bricks. Not really.

Is Mr. Aquino a co-proprietor of Google Ads? LOL

Chinky-Eyed Gives Back!

Awesome photo from Ciego last December 19, 2009.

Scarlet, the Filipino and Chinese Multicultural Socio-Civic Organization, stayed true to its purpose.

Scarlet @ Pavia? Favia? (I told the cab driver to bring me to Favia)
Pavia ba?
Opo, Favia po.
Ah, okay. Sige, sa Pavia.
Sige fo.

Sexy Right Arm

My right arm taken December 11, 09 - Friday. It was more red and scratch-y in actuality.

Last Thursday..around 10pm, we [I was with my classmates who live down south - all 4 of them] were going home from KFC. When we turned left, from the Carpark to the Catwalk, we were greeted by a creepily unlit human-less walkway.

WHY NOT SCARE OURSELVES?

Hit it. We started talking about Paranormal Activity being hilarious and all to doing Spirit of the glass alone, etc etc etc..

Through the whole scaring shit, friend2 left a deep red mark..maybe from scratches but I thought it was just 'tight grip' for around 10 minutes. She was hiding in my right arm, holding it a little too tight that I didn't notice her nails being cross stitched onto it. Huw. I felt the sexy pain morning after.

Last Saturday, the red mark turned yellow.
Yesterday, it was light yellow.
It's becoming my mood ruler and I'm waiting for it to turn naughtily green.

The Perks Of Being A Cauliflower

Yum. It's 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky

[Flickr Photo]

If you're in high school, good book for you.
If you're in college, good book for you to kill time.
If you're in college and graduating, where did you get that extra time to read?

This is an easy read. Quite soft & straightforward. Stephen Chbosky writes calmly. He use "!" a few times and only use it when the need arises. His main character, Charlie, seems composed but pretty emotional. He cries a lot that it annoys me.

"I like girls. I really do."

"I'm just lucky that I have so much schoolwork and don't have a lot of time to think."

"He's a wallflower." "You(Charlie) see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand."

Hmmm. Familiar.

"The Perks of Being a Wallflower" is the second book that I read twice. Plus, I did some sort of note-taking. [Since I read this on the onset of semestral break] I was bummed and it came as a blessing with a tag price. Without the book, I might be lying in bed for hours. Or washing the dishes. Awful.

I'm currently in the first few pages of 'The Cather in The Rye' by J.D. Salinger and I can see where Stephen Chbosky got most of his influence.

! Today is the feast day of Immaculate Conception! A holiday. One of those days that I get to have all the time in the world..and waste it.

! I'm starting to like vegetables. I feel like a grandpa. Huw. This not good for a 20 year old pervert. I should stay close with cookies, cookies and few bottles of Royal. Screw carrots.

World Record

Or maybe not.

Since classes started (November 12, 2009), the only day that I didn't go to school was Tuesday-November 17, 2009. And it caused social chaos. Ugh. Horrible. Maybe the university where I spent (and currently spending) most years of my construction & destruction, joy & non-joy, stress & more stress is not ready to let me go come March 2010. Please, learn the art. Even my Sunday life is dedicated to you and you alone. No more Saturday night booze & Sunday morning hangover.

Yesterday, I was actually jealous when one co-officer texted me that he'll be late because he drank the other night.
NOTE:
I am not allowed to be late every Sunday.
Not even miss one Sunday.

! It was 12 (almost 18) straight days of riding LRT2 / 6am alarm clock / breakfast-less mornings / 10pm full dinner / 1am bedtime.
! It will be a miracle if you see me normal and hassle-free.
! I'm looking forward to holidays. Not the Christmas season. Refer to Gloria Arroyo.
! I want to kiss and hug and maybe make out.
! LOL That was random.
! I want to gain weight but screw ze metabolism. Won't coordinate.
! My Motto since 3rd year high: Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam (my school is not in Katipunan)
! Favorite Pet: Toby Wan-Kenobi (cause he's my only pet)
! I miss you.
! This is senseless.

Too much for the month of November.

Non Applicable

'The minute you thought of giving up, think of the reason why you held on for so long.'

Ahhh, the cheese. And I'm not dealing with love & shits. I don't have one.

For the record, I didn't ask for this. Fcuk.

Goodbye 6-hour sleep!

My body clock is messed up. I just had my semestral break and I kept on waking up around 6:00 am. F.U. Body Clock! What's wrong with you? I gave you weeks to get back to sleeping like a sloth but you waste it! You waste it bigtime! And what will you do to me in the coming days/months? Stress me by waking up lunchtime? How about waking me up an hour before my class?

Tomorrow, I'll officially start my 4th Year College - Second Semester.

4th Year College - 2nd semester looks promising.
Promising to give me no sleep, irregular food intakes & (the never absent/never late/perfect attendance/gained loyalty award) humongous stress!

Goodbye 6 hours of sleep. Hello Mr. Optimus Eye Bag. Been a while.

You're Mongolian?

"Mongolian same with Chinese?' Over and over question.
"No." For the nth time.

Away from the thick smoke and noise pollution in the Metro, we went to our province for All Soul's/Saint's Day. We had a family friend who was with us through the whole short vacation. He was born in Mongolia and lived there for 19 years. I share the same age and I.Q. with him. LOL. I'll call him 'A' here. He is intelligent and quick! He speaks English well, his Tagalog is making progress though he doesn't speak Chinese.

Our conversations were NON-SERIOUS.

A: Do you know Bugoy?
Supahman: The singer? He's Filipino. Why?
A: He is a good singer. I heard his songs.
Supahman: I don't like his songs and majority of Filipino songs. I like Western songs more.
A: Racist!
Supahman: You're racist! You don't eat Sinigang na Isaw on sticks!
A: That's not even food!

A: Do you know Amado Hernandez?
Supahman: Yes! He's a painter!
A: No. No. He's a poet. A Filipino poet.
Supahman: I just said poet. Clean your ears.
A: He writes Tagalog poems and uses Tagalog words that you yourself won't even understand. Our teacher asked us to memorize one of his poems. It goes like 'Sa la-gas na dahowng nasabit sa tinikkk' See? *scratches head* Lagas na dahon?
Supahman: Yeah!? What The H is lagas na dahon!?
Cousin: Fallen leaves?
Supahman: I wasn't serious.

I was doing this hand sign to my mom to suggest 'Switch place with the person in front of her.'
A: *frustrated* Oh my! You kids are spoiled!
Supahman: No, I'm not. I was just respectfully asking my mom to do something for me. It's an exchange for doing the dishes in our house at QC.
A: You're spoiled.
Supahman: I'm not a kid.

Supahman: A! Bring my brother's psp at home. *hands psp*
A: Okay. I'll just leave this in the middle of the road.
Supahman: *Give-me-a-second-for-my-rebuttal smug*

While I was texting my co-officers, he saw 'Sending Scarlet-Name of Officer.' [Scarlet refers to my organization]
A: Is Scarlet your girlfriend?
Supahman: Yes. She's cool and hot.
A: Figuratively?
Supahman: Jokingly.

Dad: Do you eat this(points at Paella)?
A: Yes.
Dad: Red meat?
A: Ah, yes.
Brother: This one(Spring rolls)?
A: Yes. I actually eat anything and everything..except humans.
Supahman: High5!

Series of *&%$#^)! Events

October 31. 3:00AM. We left Metro Manila while the rain decided to act like an angry woman on period.

October 31. 4:30AM. SHELL-SLEX: The rain matured to a Hurricane-The Really Strong Wind. The sight was devastatingly scary. Fallen trees, branches and a huge 'Welcome!' sign were lying on the road, a car accident near the toll gate and our car (while passing slowly through SLEX) was pushed few inches to the left by Hurricane-The Really Strong Wind. I was rolling my arms and silently singing 'Uh-huh! Push it! Push it baby!'

The temperature inside and outside the car was negative degrees Celsius. I was wearing two thick jackets under one shirt and I wanted to make ice candy right then and there.

October 31. 8:00AM 'Roll the window up' -Dad on repeat. I wanted Toby to sniff some fresh air since he looks nauseated. He has this I-want-to-vomit-but-the-seat-case-looks-expensively-new-so-roll-the-freakin'-window-down look.

October 31. 11:00AM I accidentally slept on my Grandpa's bed. Hi irregular sleeping and deep eye bags! Selling you would make me filthy rich in an instant.

October 31. 7:00PM. I, with my cousin, were falling in line to be a 'Registered Voter.' 'Registered Voter' sounds nice but the long crappy line wasn't.

October 31. 8:30PM. Are we there yet?

October 31. 9:00PM. Ma, fall in line for us!

October 31. 10:10 PM. We were filling the registration form.
Supahtired: Where do we live?
Cousin: I'm not sure with the number but the street is blah-blah street.
Supahtired: Okay, let's just guess the number. 168 is lucky.
My mom/the whole family pushed us to do the whole registration stuff in our province because extended family members will run for office.

October 31. 11:25PM. I think our names won't be called. Let's ditch this. There's a Wowowee chaos, people are shouting 'UNFAIR! THERE'S NO FAIRNESS IN THIS WORLD' to the Comelec officers, young kids are clapping for mockery and I'm getting pissed with the scene.

October 31. 11:50PM. No call for My-Surname. We (those who were able to pass the registration forms) we're told to wait for the news tomorrow.

November 1. 12:30PM We just got back from legal coconut hoarding then my mom's cellphone started ringing.

November 1. 12:45PM WTF. WTF. WTF. Our house in Quezon City was robbed. One neighbor called my Mom. My mom was panicky while on the phone asking for details and shiz. My dad and brother were silent but looks really worried. Toby was licking his balls. I rolled tissues, played with it and threw it in the ayer.

November 1. 2:30PM Everyone experienced late lunch.

November 2. 8:00PM Back to Quezon City. Drumroll: Our room and my parents' room looked insanely robbed. Cash, Mom's few jewelries and 2 cellphones were gone.

Homemade Ecstasy 3

One Saturday night, I was itching to get drunk though no one was available to drink with so I decided to get drunk alone.

Supahman: Why not test ze alcohol tolerance, too?
Superspidey: Nice idea.
Toby: Wooof! [Translation: Fcukin' schizo.]

I had with me..
Always-Open The Bar
That-Extra Grenadine
Sprite *cricket sounds*
Mineral Water *more cricket sounds*
Chips & Chips Delight
My-Life-Would-Suck-Without-You Cookies

ALMOST finished the whole bottle of The Bar until I grabbed the nearest trash can and greeted Mr. Vomit a polite hello. I felt warm; vomiting feels weirdly fine. I was actually grinning while vomiting. It's hard, you know?

I TOLD myself that after the last drop of liquor, I would call someone and tell something importantly nice. But I can't even dial a single digit at that time.

Weird: I was drinking on my brother's bed and I guess I fell asleep there but I woke up 5am lying on my bed! HOW DID I GET THERE? Simple. I was unconscious maybe around 11pm onwards and someone instructed/pushed/dragged me to my bed (mom? brother? schizo self?). And if I were on a different place, I could've been molested but enjoyed it.

Cool experience. Will repeat this with company. With perevert-less company, for safety purposes. LOL

Homemade Ecstasy 2

Homemade Smoooooores!

Just collect
! Marshmallows of any kind.
! Graham Crackers
! Hershey's Chocs/Local Flat Tops/Any Chocolate that can be inserted between 2 crackers (But not Chocnut)

! Stick/Chopstick/Silver Fork

If you have 'em all, pray first then do the ritual burning:

Burn mallows!

I did my mallow-roasting one at a time since I can't camp outside our house and burn logs and shit. I used our stove..or probably cigarette lighter can be an alternative (roasting might just take years).

Stuff one burned mallow and one choc between 2 crackers and you're done!

Like this:

Better photo:

[Photo 1, 2, 4 from Yahoo!]

Melting chocolates and marshmallows taste really A-W-E-S-O-M-E.

Complete your life, make your own smores!

Homemade Ecstasy 1

Day after my Mom's birthday, I had a brilliant lip smacking idea:

To make a Banana-Or-Mango-Or-Manana Crepe from the party leftovers (not literally leftovers). So here is Mi Manana Mrepe! Ngo.Ngo.

Ingredients:
Green Ice Cream from the celebration.
Sliced mangoes (unused excess mangoes from California Maki)
Banana placed in the middle of the dining table.
Chocolate syrup from the lowest spot of the refrigerator.
Strawberry syrup from the lowest spot of the refrigerator, near the Chocolate syrup.
Local cookies..but Chips Ahoy would be better. Much better.

Procedure:
1. MIX EVERYTHING/EFFORTLESSLY PUT EVERYTHING ON THE PLATE! (Don't forget to peel the banana first)
2. Let your dad/mom/brother taste it! Just taste. Give them a teaspoonful and not the whole plate.
3. Then merrily eat everything! And make this 'Nom Nom Nom Nom!' sound loudly to attract envy.

Photo of Success:

This is not porridge nor mushroom soup top with chocolate chip cookies.

Plato Says

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."


On the other hand, Work ethic not from Plato but from Tumblr:

Please bless me with number 9.

Generation Gapless

We had a visitor [Family friend. Around 60+. Not sure but almost my grandmother]. She was on the couch farther away from the television while waiting for my Mom. I was sitting close to the boob tube.

I/We was/were watching MYX Daily Countdown and then it played Girls Generation's Genie..

Family Friend-Grandmother: Oh, Sandara's group!
MYX Spectator: @_@

A. She is a fan of Sandara
B. She is a fan of Sandara who thinks Girls Generation is Sandara's group.

C. Did she just say 'Oh, Sandara's group!'?
D. I'm just hungry.

MYX Spectator: @_@
MYX Spectator: Ah? hindi po. It's different po.
Hip Updated Grandma: Awww..I thought it's twoooooNE1. *she said it really sloooow*
MYX Spectator: @_@
MYX Spectator: Almost. They look and sing the same po...
Hip Updated Grandma: Ahhhh..yes, I can seeee.

I Waited For This

"u want Halloween party at my house tomorrow night? (friday?) sleepover :) txt me asap okay? wala ako load eh. potluck. :))"

It came in the wrong time. We're leaving Manila by Friday midnight for All Soul's/Saint's Day. We'll be back on November 2 or 3. Sheesh. I miss her. I'll wait for a lifetime to see her again.

When All Else Fails, They Don't

Oh Yeah?

G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra

! The movie tried hard to be Transformers1 and it depressingly begged for a sequel. Fail and fail.

! It's about science which requires sacrifice and nano this and nano that.

! The Joes failed thrice.

! The musical scoring was funny. I think the scoring of Step Up 2 was inserted in this movie and was inserted without any timing. Plus, it played a remix version of Boom Boom Pow while the credits were rolling. Good use of Boom Boom Pow.

! The script was aiming to be witty..like what I'm doing. But this one aimed to stretch brilliance to a hundred mile. Fail.

! Ana with black hair is sexier. But she talks too much (alone). I prefer her when she's not talking.

Going inside an elevator.
Ana: Get out!
Panicky adult woman leaves.
Ana: Nice shoes.
Supahman: WTH!? You're destroying the world! Chop! Chop!

! I like the action/fighting/killing-each-other-but-no-one-actually-dies-not-unless-its-the-ending scenes.

I had the same white uniform (minus the head gear and the shoes) way back in 1996 when I had my Taekwondo lessons. The girl in black is Ana/Smokin' Sienna Miller.

When all else fails, they join the bandwagon!

Superspidey

All in one morning:

3. While washing the dishes, I saw a really tiny infant lizard..a stoned one. I looked at it closely which is like a finger away from him/her. It looked like a miniature alligator/crocodile (Don't know the big difference). But 100% replica of the crocogator family. I was afraid to touch the lizard coz I thought I might be stoned too. Seriously. So I got a fork and tried to poke him/her. He/she moves.

2. My mom saw an average sized yellow butterfly in our ceiling. I scratched my head and said 'No, it's not.' It wasn't moving and it looked like a stoned petal of Yellow Bell. He's/She's too high for me to touch.

1. I kept myself on bed for a few minutes after I woke up..until I felt something in my right foot. I looked at it and saw a fairly small spider. I think I'll be changing my superpowers soon. Real soon.

Eggs Up!

Our class, 4CA1/NAGCA1/WHITE EGG Communication Solutions, bagged the 'Agency of the Year' Award in the Integrated Marketing Communications Quest slash The Infamous IMC Quest along with 4 other awards. It was a sweet class effort and the idiosyncrasies of every student in our class worked well..really well. The awards were actually bonuses. The lessons that we've reaped (and our Thesis Professor's speech in our final Thesis1 Class) are our precious lifelong awards. XD

(c/o Meng: Our DJ Presentor)

Zoom In:
This IMC Quest was a big challenge that came in a huge package (Department deadlines, Papers, Final Exams, Org activities, etc).

Supahman: Knock knock, Redeeming Value. It's me and I came with Don't Hate, Appreciate and Stop Complaining-Start Working. Let us in, please.
Redeeming Value: *shouts* Get in!
Supahman: K.

My attitude towards work took a positive overhaul:
Mouth shut - check!
Inject heart and faith in work - check!
Eject negative energies - check!
Play with Toby(our Yorkie) - check!

Zoom Out:
Our semester is far from over (like..uhmm..2 more days?) but after that, 1 more college semester and we'll be able to experience the handling of diplomas and the cap/hood toss. Goosebumps.

There will still be a lot of (cliche) trials and hardships. But we'll definitely continue working, praying and cracking new ideas!

Quickie

Quickie (informal) - something made or done rapidly..without organization.

Before I dive into school works, lemme do a quick one.

Yesterday, I was watching Jessica Soho's Heroes and Survivors. (Forgive me if it's not the exact right title. I'm in quickie mode since yesterday and yesterday yesterday and yesterday x 214918247102)
The show featured heroes and survivors from the calamity made by Typhoon Ondoy. It kept me away from the computer. And from watching porn.

Can one go under both category? [From where I am..] Definitely.

I was able to help in cleaning a friend's house. (@ Marikina)

Cleaning + LMAO + LOL while eating = EXTREME FUN! I enjoyed the Mud Party! \m/


Buff Helpful Dudes.

(Photos from Cams, Chands and Tumblrs!)

SURVIVOR Tan Yan Kee

Would you opt to go to class and have the scheduled quiz despite the non-stop rain or would you opt to stay at home, be safe but miss the quiz?

In the middle of Gender Issues, our surprised classmate broke the news that our college building was already flooded. We got unruffled calmness from our professor who went on lecturing his (more or less) 40 troubled students.

It was a matter of deciding and sticking to that decision in the coming hours. Some of our classmates braved the continuously rising flood just to get home but some stayed inside the building to hopefully wait for the rain to stop and the flood to subside. I, unconsciously, stayed inside our building. I was really thinking of going home but a lot were saying that streets outside our University were impassable and devastatingly flooded. So I stayed...

...wait. My story can wait. Changed my mind. I'll thank people first:

! Thank you Commerce students for giving out free bottled water. It was the first thing that we got in our stay.
! Thank you Marice for letting us 'live' at Tan Yan Kee. Taking care everyone plus updating us every hour. You're one tough woman! I hope you and your family are doing fine in Rizal.
! Thank you SOCC for the support, the food and the assistance. All of you stood as our parents who stayed awake for more than 24 hours just to know that every student were safe and sound.
! Thank you Doy & ABSC. I saw your huge effort in taking care of the Arts and Letters' teachers and students who were stranded at the AB/Commerce Building.
! Thank you Manong Guard, Ate and Kuya. I may not know your names but I know your faces. You're all heroes.
! Thank You Bigtime! My 4CA1 CLASSMATES..who weren't stranded and safe at home but still updated us if we're doing fine. Thank you. My 4CA1 Co-Tan Yan Kee Survivors (plus Joyce!) who became a good and absolutely fun company. We stayed together and we made the most out of our not-so-good condition. The white round table will always be our table. Always! Haha.

[7:00 pm - In front of Tan Yan Kee, a van was slowly being submerged. This served as our flood ruler! 'If the flood went below the plate number, we can leave and go home.' Joke lang! Mataas pa rin!]

[My literally crappy noodles. Nagmuka na ngang alambre, naglasang donut pa. I'm the Best Instant Noodle Maker in the history of Noodle Making! \m/]


I like this picture because it shows our tightness despite everything. NOT. LOL. We're just playing cards. Cards made out of the school's official paper. XD (Thanks for the improv Glenda! And all the photos were grabbed from her.)

It Breaks My Heart

I thought I was living one of the worst life when I was stranded:

! I had to be barefoot inside the building the whole time since my shoes were wet.
! I had to eat my..noodles, if that's how you call it when you saw how mine was cooked. Well, twas my fault anyway.
! Around 8 pm, I decided to take my school pants off to dry it and ease the uneasiness. I was left wearing boxers so I was limited with my legwork. One wrong move and my balls would make an inappropriate scandal.
! I badly missed Toby, our dog.
! I had to sleep on the cold hard floor. No, scratch that. I had to not sleep since I was wearing my contact lens and I didn't have my solution and caps with me. It's hard to fight Optimusleep if you're really dead beat but I surprisingly slept for 3 hours. My lens were dried and glued on both my eyes.
! Woke up 5 am and I was coughing like there's no tomorrow but I had to suck it up. One cough and it echoes through the whole 2nd floor. Everyone was sleeping so I had to cough like a dwarf. That was the toughest.
! Equal cramps on both my arms because I had an abnormal sleeping position. Like I just had 60,000 push ups.
! I had to not eat breakfast because there was a Pacquiao match inside my stomach.
! I was barefoot going out of the building to Adie's car then from the car to 7eleven to buy freaking wrong sized slippers.

When I went home, I tweeted 'my eyes are void of rest..throat still hurts and cough got worse'

But it was only then when I saw and heard the news.

It was nothing compared to my experience. I was fortunate enough.

(FLICKR PHOTOS)

(LRT2 V. Mapa Station. Dear SM Centerpoint, you're just beside this. I hope you're okay now. Same to the 2 guys there.)

(My heart, she saved her rosaries and Mama Mary. God bless her.)

Gahd. One man can barely be seen. And dogs..poor dogs. Helpless and can't shout for food nor aid.

iPray for my country.

Stranded

September 26, 09 (Saturday morning) til September 27, 09 (Lunchtime):

I was stranded at Tan Yan Kee because of the flood that Typhoon Ondoy caused.

I missed the COMFORTS OF HOME! BIGTIME!

I never knew what was happening outside the University, around the Metro. It was really worse and I felt more fortunate that I was stranded in a school building. Good thing there's SOCC and a few coordinators. But to be stranded at home could've been better. Really. XD

500 Days Of Summer

'..this is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story. '

It's witty, it's funny, it's fun and it's very human..bitch.

Nice. Even though the author said that it was a work of fiction, the movie felt like it just happened a year ago and Tom was the writer. The expectations and reality and the thin line that divides the two was a good concept. Even the musical scoring exudes good taste.

[I thought Summer refers to season. How can you fit 500 days in just one season?]

Well, she looks like Katy Perry. Hmmmmmmm.

Autumn was a bad move. Tsk.

Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23 was a Wednesday.

Tom: I don't know how to say this, but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom.

Vance: [reading one of Tom's cards] Roses are red, violets are blue...fuck you whore.

"The coolest romantic comedy of the year!"

Right on.

Dead For 3 Days?

Feels like half a century.

My internet service provider was having a bad week and was feeling overused so he/she/it retaliated by not letting me connect to the time-consuming wide world of webs. It was 3 freaking internet-less days. I felt troubled.

Fascinado

This greeted me yesterday:

Initial reaction: 'Wow. New theme for Twitter. Easy on the eyes. :)'

[Bad photo baked using Print screen, Paint and Poor editing skillz]

I realized, after an hour, that maybe I was being subjective because there was the presence of clouds. Cool blue clouds.

I have a thing for clouds (not sexually). I just really like to look up in the sky.

One awesome experience:

• Summer season
• School ground
  
• Sun shining bright
• 10 in the morning
  
• Under the tree
  
• I, doing the Indian sit, was talking with my friend (who also had the same sitting position)

..and then I decided to lie down. That very moment where my head felt the ground was glorious. I flawlessly saw the sight of authentic blue clouds and it was so surreal and heavenly. Then there was the presence of comforting breeze. Perfecto!

Something like this:

Only, this isn't my feet and this belongs to Tumblr, again.

And again. :)

It's Official!

My teeth are now fully wired. Silver bling-bling from up-down left-right. Much pressure and pain on the lower left. =|

&

I'm a dim-witted klutz. Boo those bruises (slipped in our bathroom..one in my right ankle and one in my right shoulder), scratches (in my left knee..from the keyboard sliding case), and minor random abrasions. Plus! At the photocopy store, I was standing on a corner (roughly few inches away from my 2 classmates) and I dreadfully found a generating anthill right smack in my left shoe. EPIC FAIL.

&

(Credit: fuckyeahchristmas' tumblr!)

100 days til Christmas! Starbuck's Season [for me & my brother] too!

Come On Get Higher

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence


I really do.


On a surprising note, my parents asked me to sleep early starting today. It is the first time that they ask me to do something so I must follow. 19 virginal years of parental instruction. Whew!

Forgetting A Dream & Remembering A Discussion

Exhibit A : Dream

Dreams are made up of magic & confusion. You'll never know what you will get. Sometimes, it's one happy dream but there are times that you would want to slice your head off from your neck just to forget that dream.

There was this incident last summer which was forgettable. A simple 'Yow!' from a friend, crumpling a receipt, lying down flashing channels randomly. Like that. No special meaning included..not even an evening park with your girlfriend surrounded with green lamps and her favorite ice cream stand. BUT! Dreams can be tricky. It can bend that one forgettable incident, go further with twisting the story and make it unforgettable that you swear you'll give the equal share of food to your brother just to have that hard-earned ability to forget.

It was a mix of incidents in the past (a debut place, 1 close friend, 2 classmates & that random person last summer) mashed up on that one white wall incident. Absofuckinlutely horrible.
Delete x 9000000000 = Make Me Happy!

Exhibit B : Discussion

Focus group discussions are always memorable no matter what. Even if I stumbled with my opening speech, even if I said a 'word' which shouldn't be said and even if I reaped a low grade (Did I? I hope not.)..there's always a special spot right here in my mini memory.

* My hilarious seatmate was talking a bit uncontrollably but it's fine. Coz its damn funneeehhh! Almost bumped my head on the table while laughing.

* One mate couldn't stop whining about a problem. Hmmm..yeah, I know the feeling and I know the feeling of whining non-stop. Continue..

* A couple disguised as non-couple because they have to. Sheeeeer genius! I was taken aback, in a what-the-f-are-you-two-doing-when-you-just-met-an-hour-or-2-hours-ago manner, when they held hands going out of the building. They explained and everything went fine. Oh yeah, I was easy but I got you with my 'Guys, let's change topic!' gag. LOL. Classic.

I like the girl and I was planning to get her number...

I just took two steps forward..and then reviewed my Film Theory paper.

Happenstance

Surfing the waves [in the rain] is part of Mi Bucket List.

Oddly, I bumped into an article with the title '10 ways to be happier.' WTH am I doing there?

I'll share some that needs highlighting.

[By Gretchen Rubin]

1. Don’t start with profundities.
When I began my Happiness Project, I realized pretty quickly that, rather than jumping in with lengthy daily meditation or answering deep questions of self-identity, I should start with the basics, like going to sleep at a decent hour and not letting myself get too hungry. Science backs this up; these two factors have a big impact on happiness.

Superman: Bulls eye!

2. Do let the sun go down on anger.
I had always scrupulously aired every irritation as soon as possible, to make sure I vented all bad feelings before bedtime. Studies show, however, that the notion of anger catharsis is poppycock. Expressing anger related to minor, fleeting annoyances just amplifies bad feelings, while not expressing anger often allows it to dissipate.

Superman: That's the KEY!? Should've known earlier. I'll be dismissing less stuff from now on. Or maybe starting next week.

9. Stop nagging. [Mom, listen to this.]
I knew my nagging wasn’t working particularly well, but I figured that if I stopped, my husband would never do a thing around the house. Wrong. If anything, more work got done. Plus, I got a surprisingly big happiness boost from quitting nagging. I hadn’t realized how shrewish and angry I had felt as a result of speaking like that. I replaced nagging with the following persuasive tools: wordless hints (for example, leaving a new lightbulb on the counter); using just one word (saying “Milk!” instead of talking on and on); not insisting that something be done on my schedule; and, most effective of all, doing a task myself. Why did I get to set the assignments?

Superman: Follow the one word rule, mother. Thank you.

For the full text: Prepare for a cute pup!

'You don't talk very much. I like you!'

I was planning to back it up with G.I. Joe or anything random in the internet but time is running and I was going for gluttony instead of sloth. The result would be no different anyway.

Antz (1992? 93?)
This is ancient. If it wasn't a prerequisite for my Film Theory class, no won't watch. But I did! It's a requirement, it's animated and I'm an acting student. Very hard. The movie showered me with gazillion of similar-acting ants. And a single ant struggling in every aspect of his life. Poor ant..but thou shall not fret, he gets a fictional ending. Jennifer Lopez = Sexy Voice!

Bala: Don't you get it? I was slumming it. I chose you because you were the most pathetic little bug in the joint.
Z: You know, I was going to let you become a part of my most erotic fantasies, but now you can just write it off.


Up (2009!)
My level of excitement before watching this went from high to low to 36 story high building to six feet under. Almost gave up watching this movie.

An old grumpy man, a chatterbox kid, a talking pointing dog, and a chocolate-loving bird all, physically and metaphorically, tied with a huge house which is then tied with scenically beautiful balloons. Go from giddy then laughing then partial bawling then one sunny day then ROTFL then Awww moment..it is a mix of animated fun!

Russell, the chatterbox kid, is my kind of character!

Russell: Can I tell you a secret?
Mr. Fredricksen: No.
Russell: Alright, here it goes. *tells the secret*

He's one ball of comic energy! Maybe I wanted to see myself in him. Maybe.

Mr. Fredricksen: Do you want to play a game? It's called See Who Can Go the Longest Without Saying Anything.
Russell: Cool! My mom loves that game!

I love the movie. 9.8 /10!


'Thanks for the adventure. Now go have a new one!"

:)

Publicly Private

Don't you just like oxymora? I pretty much do.

(from fuckyeahhappy's tumblr)

I look like the baby's costume.
Huge Floppy Brown Ears: Check!
Small Round Black Eyes: Check!
Odd Nostrils: Hmmm..okay, check!

I'm hiding [further] to the world. Changed my primary photos in my accounts..because I look horrible. I don't want to fool anyone having a Renaissance Man as my upper left image. So yeah. LOL

SOFA KING HIDEOUS! :))

Tweetspot

Diet myself with Twitter + Facebook. Someone is telling me to do so: my messed up conscience.

Hits & misses starting from the freshest

! 2 hours of sleep for 30 minutes of reporting, jumping hour of errands, cool hours of waiting and many hours of s[h]itting & partying discreetly.

! Luau Party combined with the right drinks, slapsticks, good food, party beats, 'rainfall-[lol]' and a ticking clock not suited for our age. Weather was awesome.

! No contact lens = Less sins. Less sins < Grave sins. Grave sins = No, can't tell.

! Montage is not a hotel nor a motel. It can be if I want to.

! Photography mayhem. What happened with the shots?

Tumblr kicks ass! \m/

Twenty

Since this day is special, I deserve a space here.

I want to thank my family & friends for all the greetings. Twas heartfelt. Same with my replies.
And God for the 20 years of my existence. Thank you for constantly reminding me your reminders. Sorry, makulit lang.

Almost ending my day but I bumped into a news regarding someone's death. A film critic and her girlfriend were shot dead in QC home.

"The Letter I Would Love To Read To You In Person."

Next: Retreat Letter. I will start writing you before clock strikes 12.

Happy Birthday to me!

Pool Parteeeh

Thank you Guys. From the bottom of my balls and heart.

Even though I celebrated earlier and shared a celebration with an original birthday celebrant [LOL]..THANK YOU!

Me and my tummy are both happy! I ate like a pig, I was a pig..a handsome one. I couldn't stop eating today. I don't know why. I think I just really love Fettucine ala Tan or I just love it in general..and salad and chicken and drinks and booze!

[No, this is not us. We're not simpson-ly yellow. Found this randomly in Yahoo! I just want a photo in this post.]

Me-Me-Me Major Diarrhea! ;]