A Post for Pam

(Too cluttered to make my own New Years post...so while I think of my own, I decided to put a blogless friend's holiday experience....)



yung umalis kami nung cousin at kuya ko, nag star city kami.
ang cheap no. haha! di bale ang saya naman. haha! ang daming papables.
ang daming gwapo!!! alam mo ba, yung iba nakyukyutan sakin. haha!
alam mo naman.
haha! yung iba tinitignan ako, syempre ang gagawin ko na
tignan din sila.
haha! mga cute naman eh :))! tapos meron dun,
sila. mga may
Chinese blood. tinitignan din ako. haha!
minsan nga nahuhuli
ko pang nakatingin
eh. tapos malayo-layo pa sila sa
amin, pero tingin parin
ng tingin kahit
magkalayo kami. haha! tapos
meron pa. may isa na
naka-braces. grabe ang gwapo
rin! haha! syempre
tumitingin na naman. ako
tinitignan ko rin siya. kasi ang
gwapo talaga!
kamukha niya yung
tiga-philscie na naka-braces din. grabe sobra!
ko tuloy yung
tiga-philscie (well, ndi mo nga cguro alam yuns itsura nun
pero sila julie,
maan alam nila kung gano kagwapo yun. haha!) GRABE!
yung nga
nakikipagtinginan din ako. tapos may kuya niya yata yun, ang gwapo
ang saya nga kasi ang lapit lang namin sa kanila. tapos
parang may
foreign blood
sila, kasi ang ganda nung eyes nila. haha!
ehem! world class
talaga ang beauty
ko. haha! ang vain! haha!

ayun. basta. sobra nagdo-drool na ako. haha! alam mo naman na
weakness ko ang hott men :D haha! dahil dun, mas lalo akong naghahanap ng
hott guys. haha! yuck! haha!

Year 2008

Happy New Years all...

I'll write about my New Year some other time....probably when I'm not reeling from miles of travel and about half a bottle of red wine...

Ciao for now...

A Cup of Joe

Coffee. The word means different things to different kinds of people. For a few, it means the luxury of enjoying exotic flavors from around the world. To some, it means the chance of pretending to afford and enjoy this luxury. To others, it means daily fare to keep them awake and alert for their daily labor. Finally, for a steadily growing number of Filipinos, it equates with their very survival. Coffee is more than a mere beverage consisting of alkali, sugar and other compounds. It is a symbol of social and economic status, of prestige, and of power. In every stir and sip, and in every drop is the story not only of the person drinking it, but of the society as well.

Drop by a classy café or restaurant. Chances are, you would see at least one person drinking coffee at any given time of the day. The coffee there comes in many different flavors, with a variety of syrups, flavoring, toppings, cream and other add-ons to create a vast combination for drinking pleasure in different sizes. Imagine that you’re modestly well-to-do, if not filthy rich. Take your pick. Order your cup. Read a book and enjoy the comforts of a relaxed lounge atmosphere. Pay your bill: use either cash or credit card for your purchase. Then drive off, feeling better with that one dose of sheer pleasure to make your day.

Now imagine you’re not really rich or well-to-do. Remember: You had to save for this trip to the café, so make it count. You approach the counter and give your order with enough élan and sophistication to shame any high-browed socialite. You find a seat closest to the door where everyone can see you sipping an expensive cup. A friend comes in, and you feign surprise. You invite her to order a cup and join you. Three hours pass, and amazingly, your cups aren’t even half empty. The coffee’s cold, but you don’t mind, as you wave to your acquaintances passing by outside. Yes, that was good, wasn’t it?

It’s midnight, and you have to beat a deadline. Hours pass without much productivity, so you cram. Finding the nearest cup of warm water and a sachet of instant 3-in-1 coffee, you pour everything in and stir. Satisfied with that brownish tinge, you chug it down in one gulp. Now, that ought to perk you up, for the fourth time in two hours. Minutes tick by and your deadline comes closer. God, the stress is killing you. But hey, there’s still one more sachet left to calm you down. You finish a few minutes before deadline, you prepare that last cup and drink it. You feel like passing out, but you’re wide awake. Your head hurts, and it’s driving you mad.

You have a family of seven. You have a job, thank God, but it’s not enough to cover the costs of daily living. At least you have enough to buy rice. Cooped up in the four walls of your flimsy shanty, you prepare another mix of rice and instant coffee powder. That would be enough to keep your children’s stomachs from grumbling, at least for another day. They ate batchoy yesterday anyway, so a little sacrifice today wouldn’t hurt. You mix a little condensed milk for extra flavor, with some water to spread it. You don’t complain – better to eat once than not eat at all. Dinner is served.

In the simplest of things, like coffee, we can see the grim realities of Filipino society. It’s appalling how some could casually spend for their luxuries, while others are at the brink of starvation. A friend once told me how guilty he felt when a street kid asked him for alms when he left a Starbucks. Whether he gave the poor thing anything, I don’t really remember. What’s sad is that many of us don’t really care. I don’t know if apathy and indifference are side effects of caffeine overconsumption. To some extent, there is blood in your coffee. I guess what’s important is that even when we enjoy coffee as a creature comfort, we do not forget those among us whose very survival hangs on a thread. Everytime we perk up, our social consciousness should also get a jolt.

Smell the coffee and wake up.

Lucky Bastard

BROWNSVILLE, Texas (AP) -- For nearly seven years Melina Salazar did her best to put on a smile and tend to the every need of her most loyal and cantankerous customer.

She made sure his food was as hot as he wanted, even if it meant he burned his mouth. And she smiled through his demands and curses. The 89-year-old Walter "Buck" Swords obviously appreciated it, leaving the waitress $50,000 and a 2000 Buick when he died.

"I still can't believe it," the Luby's cafeteria employee told Harlingen television station KGBT-TV in an interview during which she described Swords as "kind of mean."

Swords, a World War II veteran, died in July. But Salazar learned just a few days before Christmas that he had left her the money and car.

The Holidays...

...are a headache.

I've been desperately trying to balance vacation time and annoying-homework time. There's this cool new game called "Company of Heroes" that I've been desperately trying to install in my computer to no success. It's such a great game.

Anyways, I just came from yet another party (the fourth for this month). The last party was actually a class reunion. Actually, it wasn't even my class. It was my grandfather's class of 1955 during his time in the Philippine Military Academy. It's sad to admit but partying and dancing with a couple of old veterans was actually much more exciting than our Christmas Party in school...

For the moment, I am fooling around in my dad's workplace with my brother. This place feels like an extra large computer shop with its own studio. I love messing around my parents' workplaces. It's great to be out of the house. We're actually just waiting for my dad to finish his shift so we can all go to Gerona to visit my grandparents. I managed to finish the movie report and parts of the chemistry portfolio but I'm still not sure what's the exact date we go back to to school. I guess when you think about it long enough, you find out what really matters most. I even managed to think of one line that sums it all up:

"To hell with it all!!!!"

The True Dark

The dark is generous, and it is patient.
It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light.
The dark's patience is infinite.
Eventually, even the light of the stars burn out.

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It wins because it is everywhere.
It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire, it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets of your bed. Wal k in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

It's like a damn virus...

Ack...I can't get the damn song out of my head. I've been humming Erasure's "A Little Respect" ever since I heard it at the ice skating ring. As the Christopher Turk once said "It's like a damn virus!"...

I hate those people who play their music out loud in computer shops. There's a reason why headsets were provided...so the rest of us can be spared from your crappy taste in tunes.

Holday Headache

Oh my god...the chronic headaches have returned...

Our class Family Day/Christmas Party just finished today. Then again, it isn't actually finished yet. I just had to leave early. That's pretty much why is in such a bad mood for the rest of the day. The incompetence of others has compelled me to stay up late last night as it has forced me to leave early today. Don't get me wrong, the Christmast Party wasn't much fun (about as fun as going to the movies with my family) but I was planning something special afterwards. Anyway, I hate going to the airport...T_T

I HATE IT...maybe I'll just tell everyone I went to the mall so I won't be reminded of this horrible afternoon


This the record of my spectacular 2-0 victory over a person who will for now, be unnamed. What really disappoints me is that it took too many moves before I moved in for the kill...


You suck...

25. Me: e2 - e7
24. Her: g1 - h2
23. Me: h8 - f6
22. Her: c8 - d7
21. Me: e1 - d2
20. Her: d7 - d6
19. Me: d4 - h8
18. Her: g8 - e7
17. Me: e3 - d4
16. Her: e5 - d4
15. Me: c1 - e3
14. Her: g7 - g6
13. Me: a3 - b4
12. Her: h1 - g1
11. Me: a2 - a3
10. Her: e4 - h1
9. Me: d1 - e2
8. Her: h4 - e4
7. Me: g2 - g3
6. Her: f8 - b4
5. Me: d2 - d4
4. Her: d8 - h4
3. Me: b1 - c3
2. Her: e7 - e5
1. Me: e2 - e4

47. Me: c1 - c8
46. Her: c7 - b8
45. Me: a1 - c1
44. Her: f7 - f6
43. Me: h4 - g5
42. Her: g7 - g5
41. Me: g2 - h3
40. Her: d8 - c7
39. Me: d4 - h4
38. Her: g8 - h6
37. Me: d1 - d4
36. Her: c5 - d4
35. Me: c2 - d4
34. Her: c6 - d4
33. Me: c3 - d4
32. Her: e5 - d4
31. Me: d2 - d4
30. Her: b8 - c6
29. Me: a3 - c2
28. Her: e7 - e5
27. Me: b5 - a3
26. Her: d7 - d6
25. Me: c7 - b5
24. Her: e8 - d8
23. Me: d5 - c7
22. Her: a5 - b5
21. Me: b2 - c3
20. Her: b4 - a5
19. Me: c3 - d5
18. Her: b5 - b4
17. Me: b1 - c3
16. Her: d3 - b5
15. Me: c1 - b2
14. Her: c2 - d3
13. Me: e2 - d1
12. Her: f5 - c2
11. Me: b2 - b3
10. Her: e5 - f5
9. Me: d1 - e2
8. Her: d6 - e5
7. Me: e4 - e5
6. Her: c7 - d6
5. Me: f1 - g2
4. Her: d8 - c7
3. Me: g2 - g3
2. Her: c7 - c5
1. Me: e2 - e4

My 80th Post

I couldn't think of a better title for this post.

Since my last post, a lot of things have happened. I won't go into the sordid, pathetic details of my wild escapades so I'll just sum it up.

Since my last post, I have:

  • made an article entitled "Top Ten Worst Ways to Die"
  • cut class because of excruciating boredom
  • interviewed a senator
  • bought brandy in the presence of a teacher
  • underwent a serious emotional reform
  • bought stocks
  • became a finalist in an essay writing contest
  • photoshoped over 50 images (about 10 were made from scratch)
  • bought a book entitled "International Politics"
  • developed a grudge over desecration of one of most treasured books
  • got a new USB solely for school purposes
  • got a new PC (old one actually, we just had it fixed)
  • broke an old PC (stupid Mac, good riddance!)
  • had the privacy of my current diary compromised
  • used a laptop as my new diary which is hidden in my closet (along with something else)
  • participated and lost a debate
  • spent almost half of the time in school sleeping
  • went to Rainforest Area more than a dozen times in one week
  • worried over sordid, incriminating pictures stored in someone's laptop
  • watched the entire first season of Heroes
  • watched the first to sixth season of Scrubs
  • watched the first to sixth movie of Star Wars
The best part of all this is that it isn't even Christmas vacation yet!!!

Damn Shops

Damn you computer shops and your 56 kbps internet speed!!!

Full of Shit

Now I am ready to believe that the Batasan blast (not the one in Glorietta) was caused by methan gas.

Why? Because of three things:

  1. Methane is produced by rotting garbage. The Batasan is full of dirt and trash, di ba?
  2. Methane is produced by shit, and members of the Batasan are full of shit.
  3. Methane is produced in a septic tank. The Batasan is one big septic tank.

Somebody hates me...haha!

Don't Really Have Much Time

Because of time limitations (as well as this accursed internet speed), I will sum up today with three words...




No Fair, I Wanted to Post This First!

My classmate and I were reading a newspaper in school this morning as well as preparing for our debate on Monday. As we were reading, I showed my classmate an article that seemed interesting. We even shared it to our adviser and our adviser reacted almost the same way as we did...

P.S. I really agree with the title. haha...

Die and you’ll be arrested! Britain’s most stupid laws
Agence France-Presse

LONDON -- Queen Elizabeth II’s speech before Parliament on Tuesday may have been routine but at least nobody got bored to death. That would have been against the law.

Dying in Parliament is an offense and is also by far the most absurd law in Britain, according to a survey of nearly 4,000 people by a television channel showing a legal drama series.

And although the lords were clad in their red and white ermine cloaks and ambassadors from around the world were garbed in colorful national costumes, at least nobody turned up in a suit of armor. That would have been illegal.

Other rules deemed utterly stupid included one that permits a pregnant woman to urinate in a policeman’s hat and murdering bow-and-arrow-carrying Scotsmen within the city walls of York in northern England.

A law stating that in Liverpool, only a clerk in a tropical fish store is allowed to be publicly topless, was also ridiculous, according to a poll of 3,931 people for UKTV Gold television.

Nearly half of those surveyed admitted to breaking the ban on eating mince pies on Christmas Day, which dates back to the 17th century and was originally designed to outlaw gluttony during the rule of the Puritan ruler Oliver Cromwell.

The “stupid” laws and other regulations were culled from published research into ancient legislation that has never been repealed although subsequent statutes have rendered them obsolete.

Respondents were given a short list and asked to vote. Voted the 10 most ridiculous British laws are:

1. It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament (27 percent).

2. It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British monarch upside-down (7 percent).

3. In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless except as a clerk in a tropical fish store (6 percent).

4. Mince pies cannot be eaten on Christmas Day (5 percent).

5. In Scotland, if someone knocks on your door and requires the use of your toilet, you must let them enter (4 percent).

6. A pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman’s helmet (4 percent).

7. The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the king, and the tail of the queen (3.5 percent).

8. It is illegal to avoid telling the taxman anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing (3 percent).

9. It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament in a suit of armor (3 percent).

10. In the city of York, it is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow (2 percent).

Source: The Philippine Daily Inquirer

Back to School...DAMNIT!!!

I hate the fact that there's just not enough time (or money for this matter) to do the stuff I want. For example, now that there is no longer any internet at my house, I am SOOOOOO limited to a mere 1 hour in a computer shop after class or the computer lab in school (like I what I am doing now). But the worst thing for the month would have to be the sudden change in my sleeping habits. Two days ago, I set my cellphone to the loudest possible volume (got a new one after the old one got lost) and set it to alarm at 4:45AM. However, I woke up at about 5:40 with my cellphone in my hand with the alarm turned off. The weird things is that I have no recollection whatsoever of turning it off or being woken up. This annoying, irritating daily phenomenon has been bugging me so much that it's effects on the quality of my day are ruinous. I barely have time to watch CNN while dressing up and I am now forced to bring my morning toast (but none of my morning coffee) along with my morning paper to school. On the bright side, at least I can read the paper while listening to the built-in radio on my phone.

Anyway, I'm back in Pasig City, which is sadly, synonymous to being back in this hellhole I call *Pasig City Science High School*. Even worse, I'm back beside (but recently, behind) a seatmate which I share a friendship best described as the relations of the United States of America and France during the American Revolution (trust me, it wasn't as *nice* as most history books make out to be).

I got two new (actually, old) games from the money I got from my Grandfather in Gerona. COMMAND AND CONQUER RENEGADE and DIABLO 2. I owned the former many years ago but it was mysteriously lost so you could imagine how....

SON OF A BITCH...lunch is so freakin over...see what I mean about not enough time?!?!?


Now where was I?

Crap...it seems that I have lost my earlier train of thought. *sigh* I might as well type about more recent things (boring things).

Let's see...Here's a list of events that have happened:

  • I got an MK23-SOCOM offensive pistol
  • Learned how to play poker from my brother
  • Played, won and lost a series of poker matches with him (we used M&Ms as poker chips)
  • Finally mastered "Requiem for A Dream"
  • Finally got a chance to participate in a debate team
  • Been bitten on the arm by a wannabe vampire (my fault...stupid dare)
  • got new hot leather shoes
  • got new black socks
  • got two new computer games
  • got a new phone
  • got another new phone
  • annoying change in sleeping habits
  • been called a *bulldog* by someone I barely know or care about (I would have been offended but I can't help but feel pleased that Sir Winston Churchill himself was called a bulldog)
  • and at last, have this extemporaneous speech I have to prepare for

I guess that's about it...Ciao for now!!!

The Self-Styled Prince of Wellington

Just a quick thought that I bet that former president Reagan would agree on...

"There are just some people who make better enemies than they do as friends."

Hear this Russia (especially former KGB and now GRU)

I feel so rejuvenated. Unlike some who only *say* they go to cemeteries to relax, I just did. Not only did I go there to pay my respects to my deceased family members from the Bartolome side of the family, I could not help but enjoy the placidity and peace in the private cemetery of close family friends. There is NOTHING as calm as lying down in the middle of a field (of unknown crops) and simply stare at the crowds and just dump a hat over your head when the sun gets too bad.

However, my stomach did a jump when I saw one of the first girls to become my friends (whom I now share a cool friendship with due to some tensions last year). What really surprised what was what she was wearing. I could seriously not take my eyes of her outfit out of sheer disbelief. It was the same black outfit someone in class was wearing. When I asked where she got it (trust me when I say she was very suspicious as to why i was asking about women's clothing), she told me it came from the Gerona Market of all places. It was true however. I went there myself to see it (actually, I really went there to buy a piece, but I did see it). There were also many variations of color, my favorite being the rainbow one (it reminded me of acid).

It was weird that while talking to myself in the market, [holy shit, there's even a men's version, a guy in the computer shop i'm in is friggin wearing it!] I decide to ditch the "Rhed Prince" pseudonym and go all the way to "Prince of Wellington".

Ciao, I'm off back home to practice the piano and finally master "Requiem for a Dream".

Miles Away

Oh darn it...there is no longer internet at my house because the virus has systematically shut me out. So the only thing left to do is to scrap the computer and salvage the hard drive for the many pictures and documents.

For now, I am at Gerona, Tarlac. This place is very peaceful and I would soon put up some pictures on my Friendster account as soon as I can. I would blog more but I only have a few minutes. Til next time...

Best Dream...EVER

I feel like shit today...but at least I had a good dream.

It began at about 2:00AM when things began to settle down after trying to explain some deeds regarding sex and a radio broadcast (that's a LONG story). As soon as I closed my eyes after watching CNN, I found myslef waking up to the face of a man screaming in my face. He was hollering for me to "get up and move". Confused and bewildered, I had no choice but to obey. I found myself walking in a column with other guys. At this point, I noticed that I was holding a very old musket and wearing a strange uniform. I recognized my uniform as a military uniform of the British Army in the 18th Century. For some reason, everyone else had helmets but me. We walked for a long time and I was amazed by the scenery (I am pleased to say my imagination is like a good video card). After what seemed like ages of walking,

***to be continued as soon as I fix the internet at my home***

"Strange" doesn't even begin to describe it

Today is the first day our Sem-Break. It should have been yesterday but that doesn't count since I had to go to school for the oral defense. Every one did well in the oral defense. One of the groups (the same group which always had "internal" trouble) had a group grade of 39/50. I guess our research group had done reasonably well in defending our research proposal. I managed to get a perfect score in the individual grade because of the extra points I got for (*shudder*) buying of Pamela's used underwear for P40. After all of III-Avogadro was finished with our defenses, we went to Angel's Burger for a splendid meal (thanks to Ayra). Afterwards, I went to Shangri-La for some clothes shopping then got myself wasted on CS: Source in Cyber Cafe for two hours.

For today, I guess just played computer and surfed the net. I was planning to walk all the way to the Rainforest Area for my morning walk but the blasted rain ruined everything!

Just too Lazy

Didn't feel like going to school today. I just didn't feel like wasting my Saturday in school even if there isn't anything worthwhile to do over there. I started my morning at about 8:00AM and naturally I went straight to the computer and started a skirmish game in C&C Generals. After that I went to the other computer and made some minor changes in my blog before loading the latest House MD video. While waiting, Azrail was OL so the for the sake of satisfying my curiosity, I asked her if anything significant was happening. It turns out her boyfriend was the one using the YM with her account. One thing led to another and I found myself in a pointless, annoying conversation with him about the Russian president, Vladamir Putin. It ended after about 20 boring minutes. I am no watching the House MD episode "97 Seconds" as I type this load of crap. I will go the mall later to buy myself a new phone and perhaps tend to the garden.

I will NOT regret going to school today. Instead of long hours sleeping on a sheet of plastic in the classroom, I will join my family in visiting my ill grandmother in Quiapo.




Aww, who am I kidding? I'm also going to Quiapo to buy some cheap PC games.

Third Manhunt - status within two hours

I'm back in the same computer shop and I just came from Rainforest Area. I would have updated my status in the computer shop nearby but there weren't any computers available over there. I went by the book and searched the last known location of the subject, which was the school grounds. By the time I got there, the whole place was deserted so I could only search the other nearby areas. Here's the fun part, I infiltrated the Rainforest Area by passing through an adjacent field in Parkwood Greens. I don't know why I did that since the target was not known to enter the area without company. There wasn't much in the way of security but I stayed on the safe side and avoided venturing wide open fields. No signs of life except for some grazing beasts of burden and insects (blasted biting mosquitoes!). I only searched the areas within 20m from the school building and i also searched the comfort rooms (those places were notorious for dumping dead bodies). Exfiltrated via the same route while wondering why I kept expecting (almost to the point of hoping) that I would find the target dead (which was very unlikely). I decided to walk to Stella Mariz, then to Kapasigan while searching nearby suspicious areas. Found nothing except for a discarded porn newspaper (which I threw away of course!!!). My third hunt concludes as a very interesting experience but ultimately a failure. Now I feel like blogging my first two hunting experiences...

The target likely went home by this time but is yet to be verified.

Third Manhunt - Status within hour 1

Nothing is more physically entertaining than hunting, armed only with a flashlight, a Swiss knife, and a wad of cash. This is my third manhunt and like
my last two, is motivated by sheer idleness and boredom. However, unlike the last two, there is a much bigger chance that I will be finding a corpse rather than a live body. I am in a computer shop in Kapasigan right now and still no luck on finding the target. I still have about two hours to spare before retiring so I guess I should make the most of it. I still have about P150 left and I will now move on to Rainforest Area...I will make another post in a computer shop over there.


Sore Eyes Part 2

Damn it! I missed one day of school. The conjunctivitis problem is getting out of hand in my right eye. While I do like being able to stay in bed all day, it frustrates me that I can do absolutely nothing (no TV or computer) without opening my bloodshot eyes. So to amuse myself, I took to talking to myself in my head. It's a good thing I have a creative imagination. I had a lengthy conversation with an imaginary person I called Mr. Libera, a personification of my former beliefs and principles.

I am going mad...

Eyes that Are Sore

Damnit, I got sore eyes from my classmates (but the source of it all is certain). I can't afford to be absent because of the exams so now I have to study with one eye shut to deal with the pain. *sigh* I can't even type a long post or write a long entry in my diary because of this annoyance.

Til next time...

15th Anniversary of October the 14th

Gah...I hate this day.

Every year, on October the 14th, bad stuff always happens to me. If I were to explain all the unfortunate events that happened on all the October14s in the past 15 years, it would take me quite a while. So for now, I'm going to write about all the nasty, horrible things that happened (or rather, happening!!!)

"The Calm before the Storm"

The day before the 14th was pretty ok. Actually, I could even call it great. Two defined this day, one good and one...well i don't know. A dream more or less came true for me, to see my classmates performing the "My Musical" episode of the TV series "Scrubs". I seriously wish I had a video camera then. The second event was very...disturbing. The second event was as likely to happen as George Bush suddenly hugging Bin Laden (but it happened anyway). Anyway, let's just say *I* accidentally hugged *someone* I wasn't meaning to (a sick person...gah, germs!). It's so cute listening to my classmates singing Scrubs songs.

And at long last, I have my room back now that my Aunt's recovered from surgery. Better yet, I now have a new (actually, it was my cousin's but he went to Canada) TV in my room! I read books for studying and wrote in work journal until I passed out at around 1:00AM.

THE 15th 14th
"Ayos lang naman. Diba Sunday naman yung 14th?"
- Spammer of the Week

I woke up with both legs cramped when I jumped suddenly out of bed (stupid cellphone alarm...it's a recording of *someone* sounding like she's screaming and moaning). I awoke at about 8:00 but was only able to get up at 9:15 when the pain subsided. Walking was hard since I had to move around with a cane. Thankfully, I didn't have to stand or walk much since I spent most of the day sitting down in front of my beloved PC (that's what I thought). At about 3:00PM I went out to get a very expensive haircut. The haircut itself wasn't expensive, it was the transportation fare since I had to travel by taxi because I couldn't walk too far. That's all the bad stuff I can divulge because the other stuff is classified and are on both personal and professional levels.

I don't believe in luck. There are only coincidences. .and this is one bad coincidence.

Here's on of the funnies strips from Scrubs Comics 2.0

House Thoughts

Sometimes I am wrong.

I am skilled in observation....from reading people in situations.

But sometimes, I am wrong.

I like to study the people in my life with experiments that some would consider unfair, demeaning, and in some cases, illegal.

Still, there are times when I am wrong.

A Very Funny Video

Industrial Metal Band + Kylie Minogue's "In Your Eyes"= LOL!!!


I've been randomly browsing some entries in Wikipedia and stumbled upon some euphemisms for the word "masturbate". Here are some of the funniest entries:

  • A date with Palmela Handerson
  • fire the pump-action snot-gun
  • fucking Palm and her five sisters
  • impregnate ya'belly-button
  • keeping my sausage hostage
  • shaking white coconuts from the veiny tree
  • stroking Gandalf's beard
  • tame the dragon

  • buffin' the muffin
  • giving the funny bunny a carrot
  • feed the other mouth
  • plunging the Happy Hole
  • tossing the pink salad
  • Ya-Yaing the Sisterhood
It truly amuses me that some of my classmates think *I'm* sexually impotent or incapable of erection simply because I do not masturbate anymore. Perhaps I should prove them wrong? Haha...

US Marine Corps Rifle Creed (Full Metal Jacket)

This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

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Doubtless, The Happiest I've Been In Months

School last Friday ended like any other. I was downstairs with my classmates chatting away about wine, school, and other stuff, admiring a pretty red flower Pamela found, asking Rene Boy about tips on DotA, the usual after-school things. Then, as my eyes took in the sight of the wonderful clouds in the sky, as my face felt the a gently wind breeze past, I felt an sense of calm and contentment lift me up. It was at that moment did I feel a sudden urge to enjoy this splendid beauty somewhere more quiet, somewhere when I can have good rest, and that somewhere would be the Rainforest Area, a few blocks away. So I went.

I departed from school and walked there, taking in the the many sights around me. From the clouds in a slow race in the deep blue sky, to the busy vehicles passing by. I stopped for a moment to buy refreshments in the form of a P12 bottle of coke. Walking past the Rainforest Gates, I duly noted the sign saying "Closing Time 5:30". Checking my junk of a cellphone, it was still 4:43, plenty of time to enjoy myself. I went straight to the amphitheater, sitting down beside the pond. After a small while of gently brushing my fingertips on the cool waters, I took off my shoes and socks to feel the fresh grass between my feet as I lay in the grassy field (imitating what some people were already doing). For a brief moment, I have found my paradise - forgetting an essay to be written, script to be made, answers to be solved...A small yellow flower fell upon me and as I held in my hands, I quickly recognized it. The flower looked exactly like the one which grew in my grandparents' house in Tarlac. This yellow flower was indeed special to me, for it was also the first thing I ever planted on the ground, the first thing to live and grow under my care. I looked around me slowly. Above was a jet, flying by and there were birds flying freely in the sky. Around me were people, both young and old, enjoying a carefree moment. Everywhere was nature's beauty, from the trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind, the still pond....Oh, mere words are not enough to express the beauty and serenity I experienced on that day.

Alas, all days must end...That best of that day ended at about 5:30...but it ended with a genuine smile of contention etched on my face.

To Whom It May Concern

Please, by all means, you go on with your bad self

Continue your glorious war against common fucking sense and the law (with your 4 lawyers... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

I support you on your righteous war, because I am in desperate need for entertainment

(munches popcorn)

I encourage you to never give in and never accept this so called "common sense". without tragically fucked up retards in the world like you, this globe would be a much less amusing place

I salute you fringe crackpots of the world! we all rubberneck and gawk in awe at the twisted wreckage of you, the traffic accident, aka the content of your thoughts


You *know* who you are...

Harry Potter :P

The story is about a boy who lives in a cupboard (i.e. "in the closet"). His Aunt and Uncle are ashamed of him because his parents were quite eccentric (i.e. "flaming") and they are deeply concerned and afraid that he will turn out just like them. On his 11th birthday (i.e. roughly at the onset of puberty), the boy discovers that he is actually a "wizard", different in both style and substance from normal people, or "muggles" (i.e. "breeders"). The boy is groomed into his new existence by a large, hairy bear of a man who shows Harry a hidden underground community of "wizards" living right under the noses of the general population (i.e. the gay subculture). Harry's first trip to this subculture involves traveling through "Diagon Alley", a play on the word diagonally (i.e. not straight).

One of Harry's first rites of passage in his new life is to select a wand (i.e. penis). The wand/penis is the most important tool in a Wizard's arsenal (or arse) and so this scene is treated with great reverence and mystery. While experiencing Diagon Alley for the first time, Harry also pauses with a group of other young boys to admire a much coveted broomstick (i.e. long hard shaft of wood).

Harry's indoctrination begins in earnest when he is sent to a special school who purpose is to train him to use his wizard powers safely, while still being able to live in a world full of muggles. Young students at this school are forbidden from practicing "magic" (i.e. homosexuality) outside of the school (this is the so-called "restriction on the use of underage magic"). They are also forbidden from using magic in the presence of muggles, who might be frightened or angered by witnessing it, an obvious and heavy handed commentary on gay-straight societal tension.

The students at this school are segregated by gender, a clear attempt to encourage homosexual relationships. The most popular pastime at the school is a game called "Quidditch", which involves riding hard shafts of wood, handling several types of balls, and trying to score points by successfully penetrating the hoop. This activity is enthusiastically endorsed by school officials for obvious reasons. Harry quickly excels at this new game and quickly becomes known for his above-average broom handling.

Harry spends a great deal of time with Hagrid, the man-bear who first initiated him into the wizarding world, but also forms a close friendship with Ron, a fellow student (and first real boyfriend). The two also tolerate the presence of Hermione, a female classmate who compensates for her lack of a penis by being a better than average student. Together, this troublemaking threesome get into mischief on numerous occasions, causing consternation and concern among the teachers.

Ultimately, the story is about Harry coming to terms with the tragic and premature death of his gay parents, who both died from AIDS (personified in the story by a cliche evil villain named Lord Voldemort). Although both his parents were struck down by the horrible disease, Harry himself was spared (though it did leave him scarred for life, i.e. infected with HIV but not full blown AIDS). Harry desperately searches for a new father figure to fill the void (either figuratively or literally) left by his father's absence. Harry first clings on to Hagrid the man-bear, then later Dumbledore, a kind but haggard old pedophile, and finally clutches on to Sirius Black, an old friend of his father's and Harry's godfather. Sirius has the curious ability to transform into a wild dog (i.e. he is an aggressive top). Harry's father had the ability to transform into a horse (a sly reference to penis size, lol horsecock). Harry himself has the ability to communicate with snakes (i.e. a deep understanding and appreciation of penises).

Harry is further traumatized when one of his classmates, Cedric, is also cruelly cut down by Lord AIDSmort. Harry attempts to warn the others that "Voldemort has returned" (i.e. AIDS is on the rise), but the majority of the wizarding community chooses not to believe this out of sheer denial. Only Dumbledore, the wise old one, and a few others believe Harry at first. Harry is at first ostracized but later vindicated for attempting to warn the community about the dangers of Lord AIDSmort. Sadly, Harry's newly adopted father, Sirius, is cut down in the process by one of Lord AIDSmort's henchmen (let's say syphilis).

Harry's career ambition after all this is to become an Auror - a dark wizard catcher (i.e. an AIDS awareness campaigner). This is the only way to ease the pain he feels from the loss of his dead friends and family while keeping other young wizards safe from the "dark side" of wizarding, i.e. AIDS.

Uninspired Poetry

"A Lost Muse"

To love one who does not,very painful it is
Yet to me tis a pain I would rather not miss
But perhaps the greatest pain
Is to love so fully, but in vain

And one can only make such limited poetry
Of dear computer machines and geeky gadgetry
With this thought, I look to the stars above
And blame the tendrils of cruel love

From unrequited love, I've broken free
And so my old muse, she can no longer me
Now my writing doth suffers and decays
As the hour drags by, and so do the

Oh, how some say my poems are good
But they feel so empty, lacking in mood
For a poet which hath no muse
He be a poet of no use

Just A Short Sonnet

This is not mine. This is a bunch of Shakespeare's sonnets stitched together...

Doubt thou that the stars are fire
Doubt thou that the sun doth move
Doubt any truth to be a liar
But never doubt that I love you

I've seen roses bloom; both red and white
Less red are they, compared to thy cheeks
And in what perfume is there more delight?
Than the smell which thy breathe reeks

But alas, mere words now fail me
In expressing my love for thee

Spam and Spammers

I hate spam, both meat and the other
One so salty, one is a bother
Which I hate more, I can't tell
But both of it can rot in hell

My Long Story...blah blah blah

This post is more or less a reply to post in my friend's blog. I just couldn't resist posting one of the funniest things I ever witnessed (aka the accident). Here goes...

September 18, 2007 - Morning
Morning was great. Today was our last day of practice (yeah..."practice") in the Computer Lab. I wasn't really nervous yet since I don't get nervous until I see the other competitors. I might not have been nervous, but God was I still feeling sick. I have this monster headache because for the past week, I've spent 18 hours out of 24 each day in front of a PC. So with today being the last day of having air conditioning and net surfing in school, I...we...took the liberty of abusing it. It certainly helped that Von left his USB in the Computer Lab. It was very fortunate that he had Warcraft with DotA in it as we were able to turn the lab into an exclusive computer shop. Surprisingly, even the teachers joined in. I can still remember the look on the faces of the other students as they passed by, staring in awe as to why a favorite game was now installed in the com lab. And so we played, practiced...and played some more.

By now, my eyes were beginning to feel like they were going to drop out of their sockets. At dismissal, Keath told me that the class was going to drop by my house to watch a movie. I didn't believe him. The day ended with me going home alone. I walked all the way home, stopping only to buy a drink. I was very eager to begin making all the images for the competition. When I did get there, lo and behold...twenty-something students already in my house waiting for me. We watched Mean Girls (The one without all the sex scenes and more mature sexual innuendo) and Little Miss Sunshine (yet again). I still recall a conversation between Kevin and my mom when she arrived at about 8:30PM.

Mother: "Aba, ang dami nyo pala dito."
Kevin: "Tumakas lang po kami sa mga bahay namin."
Mother: "Para na palang orphanage ito."

It's too bad I wasn't able to prepare some food. If only there were pancakes *sigh*. Eventually, I did find some Graham Crackers, Skyflakes, and Princess bought a bag of chips for food. It felt a bit awkward hearing Dwayne's first line in a very loud volume. I was at least able to finish all my images for tomorrow while they watched. We finished watching at about 9:30PM. We cleaned up some of the mess and prepped for departure.

The Beginning
Since the back door was closed, we had to take the long way around. Some were going to stay with Ayra at my house to wait for her parents to come and fetch them (too bad, Pamela wasn't here, there might have been another car but I heard someone said her tasty-treats predicted heavy rain and she wasn't able to come). It was still raining so I brought two umbrellas. I lent one to someone and used other for myself. We set off with me leading them to the other exit. We shared what few umbrellas and I just had the misfortune of having "Portia" (the annoying asthmatic and whose name I've changed for privacy) as the person to be under an umbrella with. To speed things up a bit, I offered to carry her bag up the many slopes in my village (and I mean MANY). We took a short cut through a small forest. The fun begins...Portia, whom I expected to be the bravest among the girls given her scouting experience, was screechy about going through the "dark, scary, snake-infested forest." She had more or less a very firm grip (imagine an eagle's claw) on my arm as we descended the rocky slope (heck, I was sick and wearing nothing more than slippers, shorts, and a Garfield shirt). By the time we finally passed the guardhouse, most of us were panting. I was expecting everyone to ride the same jeepney for convenience and security. Everyone did...except for one. It had to be Portia. Her boyfriend had sent a message via cellphone that he was going to fetch her (this was baffling since he doesn't even know where the hell I live!). So despite my insistence that she just stay with the guards (well-armed, M-16 wielding guards), my mother's words of warning ("Siguraduhin mong makarating sa bahay ang mga yan. Ayokong makasuhan ng mga magulang nyan kapag may masamng nangyari") and honor demanded that I stay (actually, she just asked me to stay for the umbrella and security against *other* people). The long wait had begun.

Waiting by The Roadside...Waiting
As we waited at the roadside, boredom (oh how I hate that) began to set in. We first played I Spy With My Little Eye (for two measly rounds!) then moved on to simply counting how many jeepneys passed by before he arrived. She received more text messages from her parents before her cellphone's battery began to go low. As I grew more and MORE bored, I began wishing someone would come and attempt to rob us so I can do something to break the boredom and watch the would-be robber get gunned down by the guards (they were no more than 15 yards away). At about the 11th jeepney, she received a text message from her boyfriend asking her if she could move to Rizal Medical School. This was annoying but understandable. Fortunately for her, I knew where that place was but unfortunately for both of us, that place was close to the squatter zones. And so we walked about 1 kilometer over there.

Rizal Med
Thank God the rain stopped, my arm was growing weary for the umbrella tis so large and heavy. By the time we got there, I think the tally of jeepneys reached 15. We waited there for about 30 minutes (or 4 jeepneys). I tried persuading her to just take a ride home herself since waiting there was endangering her life (actually, I just REALLY wanted to go home. I was cold, sick, and wet). I nearly damn succeded but her boyfriend texted her again, asking if she could move to Talipapa, a market in Bagong Ilog. That was another kilometer to walk! With a sigh I escorted her yet again to the third rendezvous point. I don't mind walking (I didn't really coz I liked to walk) but going there would mean passing through one of the most dangerous areas where weren't any nearby houses or police nearby. Just lampposts and closed down shops. This was getting serious.

Slip not...not once but twice
As we walked, my training began to take over. I kept her half a meter ahead of me and I kept a firm grip on the only means of protection I had, an umbrella. Startled was I when she suddenly slipped (I thought someone had knocked her over and snatched something of value). Somehow I managed to catch her before she fell on the wet ground (awww...). Frustrated, she began to pout and in the process, slipped again (yay!). This time, I wasn't able to catch her. She grazed her hand and arm on the hard concrete, inflicting a deep gash. Bleeding and wet, she was now very frustrated. I helped her up and wiped some of the dirt of her back before continuing. I recommended alcohol yet she had none, only a handkerchief. As we reached Talipapa, still no sign of her boyfriend so she decided to finally get a jeepney. As fortune smiled then betrayed, fortune smiled again as her boyfriend found us (his arrival was as welcome as a Little Bird MEDEVAC chopper in the middle of Mogadishu). With quick words of farewell, I left the couple to face yet another problem – my angry parents.

One of the Best Lies Ever
As I walked once more all the way home (three friggin kilometers! sonofabitch!), I was thinking of a good enough lie to tell my parents as to why I'm so late in coming home as it was already 11:00PM. The guard greeted me with a salute and told me that my father had called several times already. When I finally got home, an extemporaneous speech and lie began. I started out with a "I did what I thought was right at the time." (complete with gestures, I rule!). Then moved on to "Portia had an asthma attack! I couldn't have just left her there on the street!" (hoping that they won't call her house and ask!). It worked quite well...quite well indeed. I will expound no more about my magnificent, wonderful lie. It is a treasured moment for me and today was a very *eventful* one.

A Paraphrased Quote

"I used to not care. I just went along with life and hoped that everything would work out for me. But after all that's happened, you know what I've learned? It's not about hating somebody because someone told you to. I mean, you should hate someone because they're an asshole or a pervert or a snob, or they're lazy or arrogant or an idiot or a know-it-all. Those are reasons to dislike somebody. You don't hate a person because someone told you to; you have to despise people on a personal level, not because they're ____ or because they're ____, but because you know them and you see them every single day, and you can't stand them because they're a complete and total fucking douchebag."

I Don't Know Why...

I don't know why, but everytime the subject is money, I suddenly feel...well, elated. Well, that's all for now. I'm off to read more of Michael Yon's work...

"Earning money is fun. Spending it is better."

Just Another Day In School

Bleh...Never in my life did I expect to experience getting too much computer time. I mean, most of the time spent in the past few days is in front of a computer screen. You see, there's this inter-school competition for Microsoft Powerpoint and I somehow got chosen (The teachers must have been on crack to choose someone like me!!!) to compete. So now I'm being pulled out of classes and spending ages in the computer lab making numerous presentations (actually, I've only made 3). When I get home, I have to ask my classmates about what I've missed using Yahoo Messenger. Again, in front of a computer screen. Honestly, not even in summer vacation did I spend almost 15 hours a day in front of a computer screen.

Here's poem...I'll probably transfer it to my diary once I have some time away from the computer screen...

Oh blue flower, you're a wonderful sight
I'm tired of staring at computers bright
Of typing endlessly in a hurried pace
Against time I so endlessly race
Never did I expect that I would say
That I miss the hassle of school everyday
Of hectic schedules and sleeping in class
Of you blue flower, and the fresh green grass

My Bestfriend in a Land Far Far Away

After all this time, I finally talked with two of my best friend. I guess there are just some people who've become too close to forget. Ciao for now...very busy today.

and one friend finally made her Friendster Account...sana nman magshare sya ng pictures noh?

I Can Only Take So Much...No More

"While broken bones and a crushed body is painful, it is nothing compared to a battered spirit and a sundered will."

I'll make this part quick. I failed. I failed in something that mattered to me so much. Now, I must recover my dignity and start anew, but in *another* field, anywhere but that one. *sigh* And now I plunge myself in the obscenely dull possibility of a future in economy.

Oh destiny, when will you extinguish the stinging brand of ill fortune on this poor soul? (I feel a bit poetic...hehehe) Man, I have such a headache. I'm fairly certain it isn't because of the whiskey I had in school or because I've been using the computer too much (trust me, if my head is aching because of the computer, you won't hear me complaining). There just isn't a single place for me to find privacy (where I am of course, "mercifully free from the opinions of..."). Not in school (duh!) and not even in my home. I have learned to cherish the few moments I have to retreat into the depths of my mind to think and ponder. *sigh* At least...bah! There is NO "at least", no bright side in any of this.

In other news, once more I am hearing these rumors that I have committed a crime against my fellow man. It's almost as if whenever there aren't any obvious suspects my name somehow, someway pops up to implicate me. Now, my supposed crime is dragging a naked man outside the room. Jesus...for all I know I was wolfing down my twentysomething peanut with another classmate. Why is it always the guy who just didn't give a damn always get the hit?

I guess the quote "Apathy is death." was right after all...

*sigh* I'm off to get a haircut...

A Great Week...er...Weekend

Last week was definitely one of the best weekends ever. Not once did I find myself bored or idle. Here's a pretty accurate time line:

Excellent day considering it was a school day since most of what I did was sleep and talk with my classmates. Naturally, when I got home I revved up the computer. I noticed I was alone for the night with my parents gone, sister overnight somewhere, and aunt in physical therapy. So I decided to spend 9:00PM onwards lying in bed singing along to "Good Time" by Leroy.

Woke up early to fix things up for the planned "DVD Marathon" today. Things started late since most of the guys arrived late (9:00AM was WAAAYYY too early). We watched "Room 1409" with much screaming and pillow hugging. Lunch was basically composed of several assorted junk foods, rice, and a lot of corned beef. The next movie was, "The Simpsons Movie" and as expected, laughter from the "exaggerated assets" of a certain character. Last movie was "My Sassy Girl". The theme song, "Canon in C" is now stuck in my head and I have strong urge to play it on the piano. Now that movie certainly brought a strong sense of nostalgia. Afterwards, we took funny pictures involving us in totally unusual poses.

Went with mom to grandmother's house to settle "civil disputes". She brought me along as "visual security" but I just practiced on the grand piano and slept on the couch the whole time I was over there. But the ABSOLUTE BEST PART OF THE WEEK would have to be when my family went to watch the "Bourne Ultimatum", a fitting end for an excellent trilogy.

I dreamt an entire day for 10 hours while I was asleep. I went to school as usual and even the usual morning routine was followed. What really bothered me was the occurrences of random events that somehow involved me. I think it was about lunch time when I did my HW on Soc Sci (I really haven't done it in RF). At dismissal...well, what happened then is a bit too "weird" even for my blog so I'll just put it on my diary instead.EVENTUALLY, I woke up.

I lost my fifth diary...*sob* and for some reason Pam won't give my the pictures

Just a quick qoute...and then some more

"The private depths of one's mind is where one is mercifully free from the opinions of imbeciles and fools."

That Sinking Feeling

I feel sick...
VERY sick...

The events of today really shook me deep inside to the extent that I can relate it to "trauma". I never expected that I would react like this toward having a god-awfully difficult Physics Exam. I could still remember how my breathing went in short breathes as I tried to answer problems I could not answer with confidence and how my heart was at my throat I raced against time in a vain attempt to answer as much as I could.

You know, I can honestly say that a duel to the death would have been preferable to experiencing those things again. I'm not sure whether I feel like crying or vomiting...or perhaps both....

Too depressed to write anymore...

My Sad Story

This is just TOO freaky. Even for me. It's just so amusing and at the same time frustrating.

Here's my story...

For the past two weeks, my group in Social Studies have been struggling to find time to practice the song we need to perform amidst the usual hassle that comes with the exams. We made several attempts to practice to no avail. We at least managed to make the lyrics. However, we were yet to master them.

Inevitably, the exams came. There was absolutely no time to practice. Then came the storms and heavy winds. This was at best, a mixed blessing and curse. Although the classes were suspended, the flooding and continuous rain fall damned any attempt to groupings. Fortune smiled again. At some point, classes were still suspended and the rain finally stopped. Again, our group took advantage of this and "attempted" to have a proper meeting. This part is when fortune betrays. Our group meeting was set for 1:00 PM Monday afternoon at my house. From the very beginning, the attempt was damned. Some of the group members were unable to arrive and those who did, were forced to endure unnecessary hardships just outside my house.

The two members who did manage to arrive as planned were the most unfortunate. They waited outside my house for hours, thinking I wasn't even there. In vain, they yelled and rang the doorbell again and again. Both our doorbells were broken and my sister, who was listening to her usual shitty music with a headset, could not hear my ringing phone (a few inches from her arm) nor the shouts from my classmates (who were 5 meters away).

It is not a far-fetched idea to speculate that while I was studying in my room, thinking where the hell they were, they were right outside my home thinking where the hell I was.

And thus ends the story on how our group got doomed...


Much like a bear emerging from his winter hibernation, I am back and ready to start posting loads of information about useless things other people wouldn't know about (or wouldn't like to know about).

For the past week, there has been nothing but heavy rain and chilling cold. Thankfully, the internet connection in my computer was still available. What really made my day was the 5-day vacation I had in the middle of the 1st Quarter exams.

So here's a list of what I managed to do with my boredom in five days:

  • make poems
  • blog
  • ALMOST burn my house down with some friends
  • clean and sharpen my knife
  • lost my diary
  • found my diary
  • download "The Beatles" songs
  • read the whole Bourne Trilogy
  • watch Scrubs Season 2 (again)
  • watch 1st Season of Heroes and Eureka
  • think of five new sarcastic remarks
  • loads of other useless stuff

First Day of Exams, First Quarter, Third Year

Today wasn't too bad. We had two exams this morning and the weren't too though (although the first exam had me a teensy bit worried...).The part I love about exams is getting more money than I need. I still get my daily allowance of P150 although I only stay in school until noon. Hopefully, I'll still have enough money for leisure for Friday or Saturday (it's a choice between going to the mall or a spa).

In other insignificant news, I forgot my diary today so you can imagine how frustrated I was about not being able to write down my thoughts. So instead of the usual sitting by the window (preferably, near the fan as well) I decided to socialize with some of my classmates.

It was fun.

Confused or Afraid?

I always seem to feel confused and unmotivated recently. Like there's something I need to do but I just can't remember. Things are just so - fast and I'm not talking only about school life. Even the way I socialize has been rocked by the sudden wave of this bad "aura". Maybe it's just exam pressure or whatever....or perhaps it's fear? But Fear of what? The only thing that I'm afraid of is unpredictable experiences, responsibility and commitment (heck, I had to help a friend with a girl just to observe how falling in love can be rather than do it myself). Time...will tell...

You know, today was a Monday it didn't seem too bad. In fact, it was even better than most days. I mean, an important Research Project of our group got good marks, I passed a test in computer with acceptable grades (sadly, to my disdain, not the best) and others. Also, an old friend from Norway wrote back. The best thing that happened today was probably when I saved a puppy (yes a cute little dog from our village) from getting run over by a taxi!

Although, it's a bit sad to think my skills are so limited that I can only save puppies...in my dreams, they were often something else...someONE else...

I get it now...

I think I finally understand why I seldom share intimate or close relationships with some people. For a long time I thought that the reason was the lack of common ground or interests. But at last I realize that it had to be something else, something deeper. I finally realized that just because some of the people around me are not "politically-conscious", didn't mean they'd wouldn't behave like it...and of course, anybody still in school, especially college or university students, are going to be those liberals, radicals, or etc.

*sigh* I think it's just basic instinct for a student to declare himself a "rebel" against ANY administration he or she is under. Hey, at least radical young adults are LOADS better than those who believe that "goth" or "emo" or any musically inclined lifestyle is acceptable in society.

But Code Pink must die... (totally unrelated)

I needed a laugh so...

Two days of shit and I thought I needed something for amusement. So I found this sick (but VERY amusing) video...

Ah...sweet motivation

I always expect the worst on monday...today exceeded my expectations

I hate Mondays. My hatred for Mondays is similar to the way I hate "Code Pink" but the latter is much greater. My hatred for Mondays is almost the same as my hatred for outrageously priced computer software. Mondays to me are like weekly repetitions of "The Battle of Waterloo" or "The Battle of Stalingrad." Nothing else spoils the good mood produced by a well rested weekend than an ugly Monday.

I know Mondays are supposed to be bad but so far this is the worst. I can't recall any other Monday where I lost money, got bitten on the finger, screwed a quiz, and a tricycle running over my foot (and just recently, getting disconnected TWICE while typing this post).

I hope classes are postponed tomorrow. I am so not in the mood for an 8 hour session with absolute boredom (as if I'm ever). T_T

Just a thought...

War is necessary.
War shall exist as long as there is peace.
In War, there will always be a victor.


I hate a lot of things. But I never imagined all those things packed into one tiny stupid organization. Here's a link to one of my favorite blogs showing the stupidtiy of these naive, shallow, overglorified mobs.

Code Pink Must Die

I'm actually considering making a Code Phink or Code Rhed organization focusing mainly on harassing these sons of bitches...

How To Hunt A Goth

This is from "Uncle Drunk"'s post in Haunting Echoes...cheers to him...

This is the most extensive guide on how to bag yourself a goth. I mean who doesn't want to go out and prowl through cemeteries for the ultimate in pets? So remember if they bleed on you its a sign of want!

*Warning* This thing is quite long *Warning*

Why Goth Hunting?

The Goth Hunter behind the Grassy Knoll

* It deserves it, that devil-worshipping pansy.
* Because you can. (Ethical and moral considerations! I raise my middle finger at you!)
* If you treat it right, it may never want to leave ;-)
* Borrowing its stuff is cheaper than buying your own.
* It bit you in the neck.
* For sport, why else?
* Goths taste like chicken.
* Because of the lack of natural predators, the population must be culled periodically, or there will not be enough speed, and many will have to actually sleep- it's a humanitarian thing, really.

How To Bag Yourself a Goth

Caught in The Goth Trap


* Step 1: Plant your area with large rose bushes. Make sure they produce black or red roses, and have long, sharp thorns. Let the bushes grow out of control, until your area looks overgrown and romantically neglected. This is the bait.
* Step 2: When your prey walks by the trap, he will feel an overwhelming desire to write poetry about it, or should he not be poetically inclined (gasp!), sit in the middle of it and contemplate death. He will approach the roses, leading you to...
* Step 3: The fishnet, lace, or other material worn by your prey will catch on the thorns, rendering him motionless. If you leave clove cigarettes within reach and pump Bauhaus into your area, you can keep your goth fresh until your semi-annual goth harvest.

Unaware of his fate, the Goth leaves the club with the hunter.

Hunting by Stealth

* Step 1: Dress in your best blaze black and carry a baseball bat. Drive to an area with a high gothic concentration and mingle with your possible prey. Find a member of whichever sex you may be attraced to. Lower its defenses with Jello shots or other mind-altering substances.
* Step 2: If you can lure it outside with offers of sex, do it. Otherwise, knock it unconscious. Tie its wrists and ankles with its own dog collar and bondage bracelets and sling it over the hood of your car. Tie down securely.
* Step 3: Go home, point to the thorny brambles in your yard and the bodies hanging from them, and say ominously, "That could have been you." This will convince your goth to stay.

Surprise Attack

* Step 1: Go to your local Goth club. Use any means necessary to get close to the DJ. Have someone create a diversion while you replace his CDs with Spice Girls, Hanson, N Sync, and the Backstreet Boys. Put in your earplugs and wait for the fun.
* Step 2: When he plays the switched CDs, everyone in the area will fall to the ground in pain. They will eventually become limp and comatose. Walk among them and choose your prey.
* Step 3: Put it in your car and revive it with Sisters of Mercy. The bubble-gum pop experience will have had the effect of a frontal lobotomy. Goths caught in this manner are extremely docile, with a tendancy towards drooling.

Checking your prey over

Congratulations! You've caught a goth! But how do you know it's really a goth? What if it's a Spooky Kid, Mansonite, or Quantum? Here's a handy test to see if that vision in black really is a goth. If your quarry meets these specifications, be happy (or forlorn, if you will), for you have caught yourself an authentic!

* It is sickened by the country-style decor in your kitchen.
* It points out the window at all the other goths caught in your rosebushes, and gives you a longwinded speech about how they are NOT goth.
* It is NOT goth.
* You may not be able to ascertain its gender from physical examination.
* It just won't shut up about all those 80s bands.
* Ankhs, ankhs everywhere.

If, however, your prey is more similar to these specs, put it back on your rosebushes to starve or be picked up by its mom.

* Wearing any Marilyn Manson clothing
* Ugly, ugly, UGLY makeup.
* Gives a long explanation of what Goth is, with contradictions all over the place.
* Is wearing blue jeans or khakis, or anything from the (shudder) Gap.
* Is a girl scout, salesman, or Jehovah's Witness. (Don't put the trap in the front yard, people!)

It's very pretty, but what do you DO with it?

* The obvious- sex slave.
* Glue a lantern to its hand and make it a darker sort of lawn jockey.
* Diminutive Perky Goths make excellent garden gnomes.
* Goths with big hair can be used to dust those high, hard to reach corners.
* Film your own sequel to Edward Scissorhands.
* Pretend it's your offspring, you get to be on talk shows!
* It'll make a good test subject, as long as you are willing to inject him with drugs.
* It'll introduce you to all the best people.
* Improve your trap- put it in the yard with a sign that says "Goth Babe/Boi of the Week" over it.
* Send it out to buy you that bondage gear you've always been afraid to shop for.
* It'll make you feel reassuringly normal.

If pride comes before fall, then stupidity comes before death


It's not an official report, but I trust that this news is real.
Just go google it and confirm it.

I laughed.
So hard,
So very hard.

Should the blade be over or under your fist?

Up to now, my mind continuous to amaze me. It seems like that it suddenly thinks of outrageous yet interesting dilemmas that distract me. At the moment, my dilemma is whether I should hold a knife with the blade facing above my fist or below my fist.

Good grief, whatever next?

My Thoughts as a Student

First, the teacher has all the authority and power, while the student has none, so the teacher has the power to make the student's life miserable, while the student has no power to protect himself. So it doesn't take much intelligence for the student to just keep his mouth shut and avoid calling attention to himself. What could be a more obvious decision to make when confronted with such a lopsided distribution of power?

Secondly, a student may sometimes listen to a teacher, not to find out useful information, but to attempt to catch the teacher in a logical fallacy. This is such a pointless, stupid way of listening hat it is clear going to waste months of precious time until the inevitable realization that the only transaction that matters is a transfer of useful information from adults who possess it to children who do not.

Catching mistakes is not a criminal misuse of time. Pointing out the mistakes however, is. Catching them - noticing them - that was essential. If the student was not in his own mind distinguish between useful and erroneous information then he is not learning at all, he would merely be replacing ignorance with false belief, which was no improvement.

One thing I also thought about is the uselessness of speaking up. If I know the teacher is wrong, and say nothing, then I remain the only one who knows, and that gives me an advantage over those who believe the wrong information.

in my life...

Let's just say that his was a weak moment for me...ok?

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one that compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I'll always love you more

Dealing With Stress and Annoying Things

When I am dealing with stress or confronted with a difficult problem or cornered by a really annoying person with no means to fight back, I like to...

- imagine the problem dying a painful death
- imagine the problem going up in a burst of flames
- strangling the problem until it's solved
- scratching my head
- pretending to assemble/disassemble a M1911 or an M16
- popping some pills
- popping some bubble wrap
- daydreaming

Just a quick thought...

I think it's healthy to have a friendly relationship with a member of the opposite sex without the ultimate goal being sex or cashing in on their life insurance.

Don't You?

(heh, as if anyone actually reads this crap for a blog haha)

Meant for Another Time

I have this nagging feeling that I it would have been more appropriate if I had been born in the 1800s or the 1900s. I just know it. My political and social tastes are more or less 60-100 years old. I have these ambitions involving imperialism and desire of colonialism. Even the music such as The British Grenadiers, Paganini, The Beatles appeal to me more than the stuff we get today.

Then again, th 1900s, especially in a backwater country like *this*, life sucked. The Philippines was probably the "Poland" of Asia since the big nations would always fight for the land and the local resistance was always crushed eventually.

*sigh* How I wish I could have been born in The British Empire during the Victorian Era, or perhaps in France during Napoleon's time, or even in The Kingdom of Prussia during the German Unification by Otto Van Bismarck, maybe even the time of the Beatles and Woodstock.

Those were the days...

YM Stupidities (WARNING: This is a Rant)

What is the point of asking people in Yahoo Messenger if they are invisible?

There is a reason why they are invisible. Do you expect that every time you send those bothersome group messages and ask the invisible people to come out that they will suddenly pop out of nowhere like a warhead in Iraq saying "Hey there, I'm invisible because !" People think: WHY DO YOU THINK THEY ARE INVISIBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE?

My Title, My Color

First of all, I would like to say that the URL of my blog has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with anyone or anybody other than politics and my favorite empire.

I chose the name "rhedprince" because I am extremely fascinated by the Napoleonic Era specifically the "red coats" of the British Army. If you are wondering why I didn't spell it as "redprince", this is because some asshole beat me to it.

Why did some jackass have to pick the prestigious URL "redcoat" if they were only going to use it for a test? WHY?!


During School Hours...but not all the time though

Let's make this clear right now, and when I say clear what I mean is that as of this moment you should imagine the words I am about to say as being sketched on a scroll in a holy Bible font and treated as such, you should memorize them and be able to recite them at will, that will of course being my own, and if any of you have any difficulty with the big words or complicated ideas take it up with my assistant, Mr. I Don't Give A Damn, Look It Up.

So listen carefully, you bunch of glorified seamstresses. When I call you for something, you come, when I don’t need you any more, you leave. What you don't do in between is tell me about your lives. The obvious reason for this is of course that I don't give a rat's ass, or in fact the ass of any animal in the entire history of evolution, from the prehistoric amoeba's tiny one-celled rear end to the modern woman's natural yet more significant assets. Hell, I don't care if you're doing it in the school, as long as you still come when I whistle, and if anyone tries to turn that into a pun they will regret it. I don’t care if you go around calling each other McYummy or McPumpkin or McHonest-to-god, if-this-goes-on-longer-I'll-puke. Although, small tip, it would probably be more professional to be discreet with your torrid affairs and love-lives, like normal people do – watch some TV, that'll teach you how to do it.

The point I am trying to stress, and if it isn't pa-a-ainfully obvious by now somebody get me a jackhammer and I will make it painful, is that I. Don't. Care. You're like Rhode Island, tiny and insignificant, and I'm like Antarctica, big and cold and a lot better to deal with when you're drunk, and in between us is the vast and unsurpassable ocean of NOT CARING. Nu-uh. None. Zilch. And I will make this vow, with the same gravity as I made my vow of never falling love, I make this vow: the next time someone asks me for romantic advice of any sort I will mail them to a one-way trip to hell.

Now… hwaaas that clear?

I only mean this half of the time since I'm not always on pills