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? 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".