iwrote this days ago, or maybe even last week, making it the first entry at arveesbored to be published without the satisfaction of being timely

forgive the cusses and the discrimination; acknowledge me with your middle fingers so id behave with my next update

***

im a dreamy and hopelessly romantic visionary. im also a barangay ginebra and mark caguioa nut. 999 out of a 1000 times, approach me with these topics in mind and you can expect atleast a smile and a worshipping of your name from a hundred angles

if ever iturned you down, activating that .01% chance, you must have caught me after a terribly terrible event- one which would include what im in right now: a wilted bastard that boarded a bus just in time for Taft Avenue's tribute hour for snails

random thoughts inspired by the traffic follow. mind your counterattacking tongues please:





ijust realized how much iwant to bite and tear joe de venecia's ears off that manure he calls his face. id gargle with muriatic acid later ofcourse




gurls that make starstruck people look Plain Janes piss me off. especially if they bob their beautiful heads around for their dick-minded captives to take pity and offer them their seats




anyone with the surname LAPID inspires me to drop a shit-oriented compliment. the surname is synonymous already with crappy zorros and 21st century Indiana Jones wannabes




iprobably have a foot fetish. ihad to cuff my wrists into this seat just so iwont find myself kneeling beside that sandal-wearing gurl and courting her feet





if only iwere gifted with aura's grit, iprobably would have had spat out a shut-up-you-asshole-mouthed-matron! on that old witch in the back. its been an hour and a half and the whole time she's been cuckling about her experiences as a backer for OFW-hopefuls.

mister stupid conductor, professional moron that he is, began to emit gold from his mouth and befriended the old maid, hoping that she’d make his dreams of becoming a bus conductor overseas come true.

the offer became a reality much later, with the queen still talking about her achievements in the fields of cheating and bullshitting

my collar must be black by now





La Salle is the root of all the evils of the world- only that Taft and the Ateneans are the only ones aware of it. these green-eyed, green-minded, green-walleted gremlins always forget that the LRT1-roofed road infront of their school isnt a parking lot





the equality of the sexes doesn’t exist in the philippines.

for one, filipinas are the most beautiful mound-chested creatures of the earth. filipinos, on the other hand, are the second dumbest, most vulnerable-to-pleasure organisms earthlings (next only to them worm-dicked Japs). and with the maria claras aware of these, they heartlessly dominate the everyday affairs in the streetlife of our dear country

why the bitterness? ride a bus. watch how gurls snatch away seats and still manage to get smiles from their victims





someone special’s making paramdam on my cellphone right now. ihate the feeling of helplessness 50cents on your 222 can make you feel





the best thing with filipinos is their sense of oneness

uhm, no, im not talking about the citizens of barangay ginebra

mike enriquez’s screaming of a tragedy about this family in batangas that met a double-digit-wheeled truck on their way to an xmas party. daddy was sober. driver was, too. mike sounds like he’s not

what made me smile though was how everybody with me chorused perfectly with their “tsktsktsk”s. im a noypi, ithought, just like everyone unfortunately here

had lasallians heard about that news, theyd be fussing over the pitiful fate the car had met




boisterous baggy bitch behind us is relating another anecdote. ihave to talk to that truck driver sometime soon

i am such in a wonderful mood to blog but all ive done since this morning was to stare at this blogger box and the sports article in the other window


much of the ecstasy iam in right now was founded on the basketball party last night.

applying transcendental phenomenological reduction method, however, irealized it was not only my boyfriends that put me up here in cloud ten


although, because the past days had been more sinister sequels to that of last week, it really had come to the point of needing ginebra for assurance that im still alive and not yet in lucifer's village.

the moment that heavenly feeling sank though, it was aphrodite thats hugging me, baby



korean szusza's finally got an official name ill be using here from now on: Aira Estella. thats not to say that miss P as a temporary identity wasnt nice enough, mind you

some peoples just suspecting that because i crush korean miss p, and korean miss p resembles diliman miss p, then i must crush diliman miss p too! that is not the case, ladies and gentlemen, although i do adore szusza, in a less disgusting way, that isxD


even idont know what made me endow miss estella with "szusza" as an alias.

ijust finished snooping around her friendster account and learned that im dealing here with a totally vain, aura-marie-dagcutan mouthed cutie with passions for acting, dancing, sleeping and zipai.

and no, miss velasco, she doesnt sound perverted. well, as far as iknow- which is as well as iknow your life today XD


sad thing is that, ironically with the kind of sentences that idie drooling for, ilearned that miss estella's not single anymore: "what could i ask more from life? ... i have the best person to hold hands with"



thank you for those tears (you can wipe them off now), my loyalists, but there is no real need for them actually

its not like ireally have the chance and the courage to tell her that iliked her acting in their play encadre (which by the way, was good too, even with my biases removed)

besides, as ihappily admit from watching their little rpg, iam just a little "idealistic extrovert gay willing to wait for mr. right"

okaaaay, so the message had been messed up alittle with my keeping the exact phrase and genders but, what the hell x)




other bright spots this week had to offer were my succesful campaigns against all the evil academic nuances of ust

most notable was babsy's (teacher #1 in gagopolis' blind entry) postponing our report for the 2nd straight TTH because she did a national geographic for an hour

or maybe a little longer than that

or maybe not. a little longer than thats an eternity already




the promise of atleast two weeks of xmas nights id be spending without having to worry about the four-am-bath hours later

now thats an extra sweet thought iwasnt paying attention to before yesterday's smile-fest


my eyebags right now could also be called attache cased pupils

istayed up till one this morning 1) waiting for the latest sports news to appear on this certain basketball site and 2) contemplating of this latest entry


surely those two weeks would be welcomed. there also some downsides like

1) having no allowance; xmas aint always synonymous with ninoy,

2) after the 25th, ginebra'd appearing next by february; dont be surprised if ishow up in the evening news as another example of the adolescences' tendencies to suicide,

3) the hushing of the caressing christmas air, never letting me forget the fact that iam, whatever ido, alone and

4) having to live each day knowing that iam just in the eye of the storm called my life




oh god, that last line just makes me want to cry. because 1) it sounds like betty the drama king, 2) it is deathly true, and 3) it signals the end of this day-long entry. finally xP

Diliman's Miss P really does get mentioned here in my blog quite often. idont know whats up with that XD



theres a gurl in my LTS Section that ilike. she reminds me a lot of szusza



shes the leader of the group always next to ours during assembly. shes a head shorter than me, sports an impossibly fluffy hair and, cute XD

and shes chinita XD




last Sunday, iwas working real hard on aura's black detergent bar -works like a camera, surprised me- even though it showed no signs of returning back to life

my plan was, after flashing with the kids, ill have aura befriend korean miss P

and then, when they finally look cute with their arms on the others' shoulder, aura will ask somebody to take a photo (preferably anybody but me- if she wants to be on the pic)

then, theyll chat some more (no doubts please, no "stranger" in aura's dictionary exists), take more pictures, then bid each other goodbye with their cell numbers already exchanged

the beso-beso farewell, with aura and her friend, was not a requirement but if possible, would have been taken





things were terribly wrong with aura's gadget though. terribly unfortunately

first, my cellphone weighed tons more than it did the first time it got itself on my hands. arent classic flashers supposed to be barbells for toddlers?

aura said that was so, because, "bago kasi yan eeh." with korean miss P on my mind, inodded blankly and smiled

when we reached the assembly grounds, with my prospect bobbing her head insync with her laughter, itook out the "camera" to take a picture of the barangay behind korean miss P

the mini-light bulb on it was dead

"buksan mo lang yung mga ano, antanga mo naman"

turned out, the cam had no batteries

we bought two 2.50 chinese batteries and hurried back to the assembly

iflashed once. alright. my thumbs rotated the gear thingy on the camera for the next shot

minutes later, my thumb was still on the job. aura thought that was weird and it was supposed to do good because it was "bago"

iabandoned my pre-teaching paparazzi plans. on we went to the house of our learner, smiling and eager to impart knowledge

while on it, imade butingting on the camera, turning the gear every so often, taking required pictures of the educational session, and wondered why the film counter arrow wasnt pointing to the rest of the numbers other than 1


things were like that, when suddenly, inside me, a little kind voice spoke and made me realize that-

it was the camera that deserved the "tanga", not me


ofcourse, ididnt tell aura that

the kids, however, did. playing badminton in our assembly court after the learning session, they chanted "sira ang camera! sira ang camera! sira ang camera!" everybody except us thought they were nuts

aura's nuts too, but she was more embarassed then. she let me feel that via her fists


i, sleepy (from watching a ginebra game that finished at 3 that the morning) and disappointed (at my romatic plans being cancelled), just sneeered at my friend and watched as korean miss P bid us all goodbye




.

its a holiday for the morning ABs, but aura scheduled a make-up photo session with our learners 1pm today at Tatalon, Quezon City. for the LTS requirement that ijust told you about

the funny-eyed szusza's not there for me however. what a boo-boo

this first line is for my blood neighbors in Bicol and the hearts they will need to resist the offers of Quit

.


this schoolweek ends tonight, a day earlier than usual, and only Ginebra and a YES from my courtee could make me happier



even though idont believe in Karma, iam extremely superstitious

nope, "extremely" is not sensationalism

sprayed unequal amount of perfume on my shoulders? im already thinking of either wearing a frown mask or risk turning my face into one at the end of the day



that is why, when ilearned that my head wasnt too happy that i interrupted its cuddle-session with the pillow monday morning, iwas already expecting hell in UST for the entire week




ofcourse iwasnt glad that my ESP didnt embarass me


lots of things kept the hell hole open and growing- wallet's dry season, less and less time with my dreams and certain multipliers taking looooong day-offs =P





four things, however, kept me sane:


1. ginebra's toying of air21

need isay more? istill cant move over that suspenseful nirvana and yet, uncharacteristic of me, am in my most humble self.

maybe, ive just started to realize, ijust dont want the few air21 fans to feel bad, ayt?


give mark "the god of philippine basketball" caguioa a pair of boobs and a feminine voicebox and iwill court her

him, imean......



2. my 78% grade at the first quiz in biology

disgusting for most of you, maybe, but im ecstatic at this one. ihate the subject, hate the lessons, and hate the method. as a result, the only notes ihave every wednesday by 11 are the different versions of arvee's stickman super saiyyans

courtesy of boredom, what else?


bo0m made the supreme sacrifice for me the day of the exam- he let me use his notes while he enjoyed the privileges of having studied the night before

yes, thats bo0m for you everyone, dedicated and nice and cute


even with such showing of charity, iwasnt expecting to pass. and yet,


"hindi ko po talaga ini-expect to promise po, maraming maraming salamat po, salamat, di ko po talaga inaasahan, ahuhuhu"
-contest winners

in my case, imean it



3. as usual, the three fools that make up three-fourths of my UST life

we, with papasam, were planning some kind of an exchange gift come this paskuhan or something

but because two of us already were decided in boycotting the 20th of december (me, for a bgk game, raymond, for, idontknow, chicks? XD), we are expecting a drastic change in plans

most dramatic of these plans maybe what aura calls as my "selfish xmas happening for BEP"

star city

yea, now youre smiling!

iwonder why aura cant see what i and you can- a night of memories, laughter, fun and enjoyment. for her, that trip is just to benefit me as star city lies just forty minutes away


okaaaay, so that maybe true, but its the happines im wishing for us that matters ayt? ayt??


4. ginebra, again, by saturday

everytime im sad, ijust think "comeon, you can live through that! ginebra's just a few days away damnit!"

it works terribly well

itried substituting "other people" with ginebra but they almost always smother me into even deeper depression


sigh






ican feel boredom's sensuous caresses right now. still, iwelcome him with open arms

atleast he's friendlier than those past four days






unless ginebra's playing, no more sunday nights for me. the moment the dinner's settled comfortably inside my stomach, im off to bed at once. XD

im posting a new entry only because some HS sophomore here wont let me use the ps2





god, gurls always find things to talk about, even if theyre strangers to one another, ive somehow noticed

one of those things must be, hands-down, about the technological plague called Sims



right now, my sister is willingly blinding herself in front of the TV just to pick the purrfect angle by which the doghouse could be placed

yes, shes more than just heard of Sims Pets, and im not happy



ive already known of the availability of that game since last month pa- i being a 3rd-level inhabitant of Quiapo

actually, my sis had asked me to keep my eyes open for that latest sequel since about september, and iofcourse enjoyed playing the yes-yes-my-dear-sister-i-will-^^ role

and yes, ihad no intention of buying her one, simply because iknew how dangerous Sims-es can be once the staring dance they promote commences

[nope, im not admitting myself as a victim. you see, that one time when iplayed Sims2 for the entire chicken-poxed sembreak, iwas naturally bored and had nothing else to tamper with. nope, was not a Sims addict, am not, and will never be X) ]

so surprised iwas when iwas routinely sifting through the ps2 shelf this morning and saw...

t-this....

this....


cd case, bright and jolly, with the words SIMS and PETS mutually brightening each other up



it dawned on me finally:
it was not just SIMS2 that my sister had been playing since before iwoke up



so thats why there suddenly are furry little boogers running all over her house in the TV!

and why she keeps on saying:
"wow, ang ganda tlaga nito grabeeeee"
over and over and over again


iforgot that those were the same words she used when she first played SIMS2. damnit




infairness to the SIMS franchise, they always come up with fantastic OSTs. my sis took about ninety minutes dressing her party people up and iwasnt at all irritated with the long, repetitive noises that came from the tv


that may be, of course, because the game is fairly new to my senses. but even so, it was nice and icommend Maxis for that


i do not, however, for their ability to repackage some gaming cliches and still make it shabu-effective


grr.



do you think Maxis will try the survival-horror genre if i e-mailed them?

milenyo's second coming is due either tomorrow or the day after

ican hear boredom snickering behind me right now

he's safely as annoying as nothing though




im still high after watching ginebra demolish welcoat a few hours ago

im thinking that this nirvana will last for about 24 more hours, which by then would be the start of the typhoon's tantrums

not a pretty event, ofcourse, and the time im expecting my intangible friend to be seriously flirting with me




im assuming no electricity by then, thus im without a quarter of my life


not quite obvious but about half of my life is ginebra.

yet since theyre with me virtually 24/7, missing them wont pose much of a problem. im talking here about the daydreams, the commentator-mock-ups, the brgy-inspired interjections that im doing everytime im not doing anything

the only time meralco would cause me to wish death upon its employees is if by sunday, they still havent restored electricity yet. itll be ginebra-defeating-air21, and im not missing the scenes thatll make ana curse me and my fellow fans



25% of my life would have to be the web



without it, for a few days, im gonna be forced to finally spend time with another friend ive neglected for the past few weeks- my bed


ican hear her calling me right now, actually, her voice so sweet and arms so voluptous, promising me of a moment im sure to lovingly forget later




ican handle her tempations no more. later, ipromise --.

iDO have a life outside ginebra, writing and my dead lovelife, miss guevarra

("what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about"-ers, pls check the comment section on my post before this one. that's wednesday, ithink, night of another boring james yap game)

the problem with that is..

its too heavy to be written for this blog here


oooh, cryptic huh? iremember reading a post of szusza at her LJ some months ago and that really really really struck me:

"ive been doing the rounds on the blogs of my friends and ijust realized that the world must be ending. so while theirs are declamating of the world's sadness, mine will just try to keep everyone on their feet xD"

okay. so im disgracing the name of the 2jrn1 legend with my trying to remember what exactly it is she had said. be assured tho that those were not her words, you know how unorthodox szusza's writing is

the point there is that, whoa, shes right! why am imaking a blog only to make it an (words of xuxa) agony aunt? comeon, the world's have had enough troubles and complaints, and me thinking of putting up a blog and letting mankind know how much ihate my life would not be helping


plus, szusza was my number one target audience those days, when blogging wasnt multiply-famous yet. in no way would iwant my favorite reader to view my entries in disgust of course. so, idecided to talk about nicer things- ginebra, my school-dilemmas and my laughable heart biography


idont think miss P reads this crap anymore, but still, the values she inculcated in me remain so well-defined


and that is why my blog is only about my happy life

happy debut day miss guevarra XD

no sense to write that im bored. whenever ipost something, its sure to be either because ginebra just won or because im on my knees desperately begging for them




the tv's on a purefoods-redbull game. its a pain watching it, knowing that a draw is impossible.




im on the wait for a certain msg

days ago, itold myself not to expect replies, because, well, the conditions surrounding the exchanges were not really that business-like enough to encourage responses

waiting's not fun. right now, its excruciating





excruciating. rainier told me that a journalist must know when and how to use specific words during specific situations

dont use them just because theyre cute

okay. so professor gwapo may have said something like that, but it is still rainier's account that iwill discuss

he told me that when i super-reacted one time (over a Group Text Msg) about the tremendous sense of nationalism my co-ginebra fans were showing during a game against san miguel

he said that, maybe, the word "team spirit" will do, but "nationalism" definitely wont

isaid, hey, here at araneta, it feels like were all part of a single country

he said, its as if ididnt take PGC last year. then he asked me to remember what constitutes a nation

ididnt bother to reply anymore. iwas pissed, yes, but only because he was taking my semi-delirious statements about ginebra legally serious. (plus, caguioa was starting to explode)

imean, comeon, iwas at the Big Dome, with 14thousand something people, most of whom were sharing the same sentiments with me, with the place shaking with every scream everyone makes

why cant a figure of speech be forgiven just to allow a line of uncensored emotions to flow?


but ilove rainier, everyone knows that, even tho were not that close

the guy's cool, ready to charge to cubao with me at any given time as long as PF's playing



iwonder what im going to do the minute cojuangco announces that theyre disbanding Barangay Ginebra already



redbull won the pasyon on the tv. purefoods winning wouldnt have made much of a difference: id still have the box looking at my yawn as sign of my appreciation




ana had me comment on some love poem she posted on multiply. igot inspired, contemplating of coming up with one of my own to proudly stamp here

that was just a thought

im so sick of my words slurring into curses everytime they realize that theyre being used to concretize that feeling somewhere inside my chest

am so sick of them turning out to be much even uglier representations of me

.
iwonder what word would be the best for this feeling









ginebra's going to play simultaneously with my PE on friday. the fates cant possibly get any crueler than that right???

im doing this post with my pupils staring straight at this white space on my monitor for the tenth consecutive minute already

okay. so, considering that ihad just moved them down to see if im tapping the correct keys, thats over-acting


only miggy the sadist would claim, however, that what im saying about what i feel right now is an exaggeration



ive only slept four hours last night. or, more correctly, 'kanina'


iwatched the 7-hour delayed telecast of the brgy.ginebra-stalucia match that ended a few minutes after 1 in the morning


then ihad to wake up at 5 to meet this burly sixth-grader that iwas supposed to teach things like place values and parts of the body



the whole five schooldays before that, iwas sleeping everynight at routine hours between 11 and 12 in the evening

and ofcourse rise at 4 to make myself go to some torturehouse that calls itself a pontifical establishment





so to clarify things, im not impersonating a chinito guy if ever you happened to notice something strange about my eyes lately



iam even supposed to go to sleep right now, having promised myself just that after finishing the assailment in philosophy


ijustdontknow why iam here updating this blog



to all my loyal readers: thats simply how important you are to me, even though you are reading nothing of substance here, ijust keep on pouring them, selflessly for your sake,, so now dont forget my name come this....


even my jokes sound like the real-world-arvee, not like the boredarvee that supposedly authors this site




and now im babbling, about to complete one whole post, with the handicap of cloudy neurons and cloudy pupils




is sleep really that important to homo sapiens sapiens?



oh yes, if youre not a fan of the facial decorations i endorse, sleep is indeed a requirement





how about me- ihave no hope no more, so can iask god to take it away so that many more important things can be done in the time it occupies?



important things like...

watching delayed ginebra telecasts and finding out ways on how to better my social mask?




you were supposed to laugh damnit

ihave just finished bonding with the readings in journ that preached of the evils of cluttering to writer-wannabes



the thing that affects me with that is, even though ihave given up on my dreams of becoming a writer, iam still a student

whose course right now has got a lot to do with writing



a confession: my middle initial isnt C, but if it were, it would have stood for Cluttering

(yes, if only it were caguioa)


my mind is a clutter. my handwriting clutters

my writing style specializes with cluttering



so very especially-for-me were those readings that all icould do while the sentences pierced by me was to smile

and to curse

because it hurts me so much

to realize that the only positive thing with me

(uhm, that's writing, if you havent noticed yet. people in the past said iwrote better than most engineering students)

is not very positive at all



cluttering, as that spectacular author defined it in so many metaphors, was kind of like writing nonsensely


too much words. too little idea



papasam had warned me in the past about that style of mine

ihad to be rejected by the varsi workshop just so ill realize that what he was telling me was gold



no vulgarity can describe what ifelt then. even right now, with the idea of holding a pen and, again, using it on paper without academic intentions



"im never gonna dance again, guilty feet, have got no rhythm"

the big news of the minute: i have an ulcer



god, imagine having to take kremil-s every 4 hours everyday for the rest of your life


thank god kremil-s is chewable and non-frown flavored


and that, ladies and gentlemen, ihope, will be the final shocker in this time covering my first semester as a Thomasian sophomore


the most recent other than that, which ithought will be the last, was my chickenpox

yes. a 17-year old boy can still have it


and the timing was mark-macapagal-ique sharp
(what brgy. ginebra plugging?)

igot it the very last day of the Finals


papasam, richmond and i were supposed to watch something in gateway right after the paper armageddons of comp and natsci 101s.

we were torn between two gods of beauty and aanother crappy hollywood horror

ashton was winning over mr.titanic when some big, bully-looking man came over to us and harassed us with much discouragement over our three choices.


half an hour later, we were on our way to the university of the philippines with rainier bulayog

he made us walk the modern death march across his campus just so we can buy some cow intestines to eat

pure luck i was well-built, energized and in perfect condition that time, plus with the assurance that by monday i dont have to wake by four


11 that same evening, at home, when i removed my undershirt, isaw my face in my chest down my stomach

no, not that ugly thing, but ugly still


then i realized they were not pimples

it was evilly red with rashes

my mom saw it and she panicked, causing me a conscious near-death-experience while i sent iloveyou SMSes to some people

she thought it was dengue


dengue = suffering

yes, im suicidal, but if iam to die right now iwould hesitate if it meant pain and suffering till the end


i am a coward


speaking of cowardice, i am still not checking my grades


im not very conscious about the DL thing, altho to think that i found this past semester's subjects to be friendlier on me and yet iknow im going to lose that status is shattering

laziness. ginebra's absence on my tv screen. poor lovelife. bestfriend not monopolized anymore. intimidation by professors. a streak of rejection of my write-ups, my lone talent.


and probably a little over-confidence, academically, on my part


now im depressed. again

and im not yet talking about my "it's complicated" lovelife


although i am happy that this blog is talking and alive again

and that ginebra is back


isaw a girl in the lib some weeks ago. she was surfing the ginebraonline.com site



time stopped

during the time that this blog went into a hot-season hibernation, I learned something about myself.

I can get obsessed with something in a second and fall out of love by the next.

You probably know what Im hinting at.

The idea of me outwitting Time and his bestfriend Boredom was deliciously good. even tempting. plus, i have this sickness of typing in completely random thoughts in Notepads everytime i surf.

combine those two and add the reality of writing as a surprisingly good time-eater. Stir and sweeten to taste by wishfully thinking of it as a possible stepping-stone to my four-year long dream of putting Sheldon to shame and voila, i have loads of inspiration!

two weeks of blogging and i have given up. idont know why.

maybe its because im sharing the obsession with urbandead.com, pinoy big brother, american idol, NBA and ofcourse ginebra..

not to mention the romantic flow of pasttimes in the Sun network (which as of writing has been discontinued by the researcher no thanks to the inhumane increase in the price of their prepaid loads. im Globed again people!)

idontknow really.

enough with the past and lets analyze the latest things in life ifound interesting.

FinalTwo.
Taylor Hicks and Katherine McPhee. muahaha. now who were those that doubted Taylor's inclusion in the Finals?

ishare all of your sentiments though with Chris' eviction. THe guy was good and cool, but his supporters probably thought his performance last week was enough to impress quite a few new voters. wasnt a nice assumption, however.

"Chris, a lot of people think that youre going to be the next american idol", ryan says, and chris looks at the screaming audience, cocks his brows out, smirks and turns to a "chris, youre going home tonight.."

huwaw. had that not been idol and that had not been chris, iwould have laughed out loud. ABC5 even replayed the scene alot of times in a single commercial! poor rockstar.

NBA.
can someone please tell me what has happened in the Spurs-Mavs Series? the last ive heard was that it was 3-1 in favor of Dirkster and that richmond was ecstatic to watch a game, something the local networks dont care enough to allow.

SilentHillTheMovie.
since it is summer vacation, my financial life became as stagnant as my lovelife. so when ilearned that this movie was due out april 06 and not sometime in 07 as miggy informed me, i was in distress trying to decide which would be honored with my wealth- a live Ginebra game or silent hill.

mae advised me that SH will be shown in theaters only for a short time while i can watch ginebra a lot of times in the future. obviously, she doesnt think the way i do.

in the middle of the heated argument against myself, some guy named "rich..." appeared in my inbox and told me that he was bored and in the mood to watch a movie that week.

teary-eyed, i had to reply okay. and in contrast to rainier's account in the yahoo groups, the film was not nonsense- it was just made specifically for the game's fans.

while it was good for me (but nothing to drool upon, although i thought the graphics and the demon kid were hot), the number of players of silenthill in the world are nowhere near 9/10 and im just disappointed that many did not enjoy the movie i liked.

but you gotta admit that that siren was TOTALLY creepy.!

and finally..
"The silence in Arvee’s blog is starting to scare me. Would you believe I actually miss my annoying, bespectacled seatmate? And knowing Arvee, he’ll probably be smiling until his face cracks if and when he reads this. He has been trying to get me to admit that I’ll miss him during the summer."
-woot i wonder who wrote this.?? i am sooooo touched. muahahaha. imissyou too gurl.!

ill see you people again later. ^^

everyday i face the CREATE POST window with nothing to write..


okay, maybe that was exaggerated, for i always manage to type in quite a few of my thoughts..


but the thing is, i always find myself willingly shutting my computer down after five minutes of outputting my what my head has to offer.

i attribute the habit to fatigue.

weird it is to think that someone could be brutalized physically when it is summer vacation..


drowsy visits me from 2 to 3 am..

and resurrection usually starts at 10..



im going to die early, i just know it..



so sleepy i was one time that i decided not to watch the latest elimination night of american idol..

mandisa and taylor hicks may have had not-so-good presentations the past wed, but ididnt think they would be in trouble.. especially not my mandiva.. so i decided to take just a quick shut-eye (it was 8.30pm when i did that) and be fully refreshed when i tune in to the teary epi of AI..


iwoke up 15minutes past 1 am..

and mae edillon's name was in my inbox spreading the word that mandisa was out of the competition big sobs..


thank goodness i didnt have to witness her exit.. tears are easy on me especially if it concerns people i love..
ive shed tears countless of times for ginebra..

and i did too when rustom padilla took his bags to leave big brother's house.


with the personality mandisa has, im certain that it is not hard to sympathize with her.

ilove the girl, actually.


ginebra's having a match tonight and i shall be there to watch it live.

please pray that i dont have to cry. please?

ginebra won by three against aura's coca-cola tigers... ^^
finally after three straight losses..


i am so damn happy right now i couldnt think of anything to write..


maybe i'll follow what our dear neil perez had thought us, or rather by one of his authors...

if you write about something during the peak of your happiness, the resulting work would be uninteresting and extremely cheesy..

that is the last thing id like to happen to something or someone i love,,
treated with indifference and disgust..


i'll blog later.. maybe then i'll be in the better state of mind.. ^^



i am so effin inlove with ginebra omg..

social gatherings.... ugh...

dear God, please let this blog be my date rape drug..




ifound myself being awakened against my will about thirty minutes to eleven this morning.

later i learned that my auntie is heading back to the states tomorrow and that we were included in the despidida lunch for her.

usual panicked dressing-up followed.


The Southville Exit of BF Homes Paranyake is just five minutes on foot from our house, and somewhere deep inside was where she stayed for the last two weeks. family of her husband's brother, ithink,,


the tricycle ride through the forest of mansions seemed like mere appetizer for the house of our hosts..


their place was a rooftop palace on an apartment they owned.


yes, i am obliged to call it a palace..

the pad looked like a hanging garden; plus a long, long table (the one you usually see in the movies), a swimming pool (or maybe a sauna or jacuzzi; T.T i know nada about rich people stuff), a museum (dont know how to describe a line of exotic-looking jars), and a greenhouse.
please.

after a lot of apologies for the goodwill of coming in an hour and a half late, we stuffed ourselves in three cars then went to a rotonda of classy restaurants just out of sight from ATC.


the menu was screaming cusses at me, but heavens be praised that i dont have to eat in such restos again. im not that socialite to mingle with people way above my budget line (except with my classmates, of course)


i unfortunately forgot i have elitophobia.

the waiter asked me what drink i would like. my mind was racing but my mouth said something starting with P and ending with I..

what a mistake..

it was a stylish lunch, and i had the nerves to order for myself.i never thought the tea serving was going to go for all.

everybody consoled me with understanding smiles.

praise me for the strength of my eyelids. .... . thank you.

fortunately, someone from the family we went with ordered the same canned soda later in the affair (and ibet it was for my sake). atleast i didnt have to be the sole person who had dark fluids in his glass.

thank goodness also for the table's exclusion of utensils other than a spoon and a fork.


when lumen (the one from 'salamat sayo nanay') entered the restaurant after we left, the people OPed me with a thorough discussion of the celebrities they have for neighbors.

imagine waiting in line in the local bakery with lanie mercado.

to highlight the talk, there was a brief visit to manila memorial park:
the gokong wei family's mausoleom is bigger than the Burger King stand in Dapitan.



survival these days seems to be a very tiring task..

summer is deathly dull, yes, but if i have to spend my two-month break with people who live in the White House, no, thank you, i can happily manage.. ^^

this thing's threatening to become a diary..

highlights for today:




1keshia banned me from her chatbox..

aww.. i thank you for your sympathy, people, but ithink it is miss inflation you should comfort.. dont worry, you wont miss me, i'll still be lurking here around my blog at any random time, so cheer up..

as for keshia, well, im flattered but please wipe those tears, ithink there are still quite a few commentators other than me,,, sooo,,,


2watched vendetta..

we were supposed to battle in the realms but since there exists such a thing as small-time-games-discrimination at netopia, our attention turned towards the blurry face of natalie portman in the floor above us..

cute movie it was, although im not too sure if v's mask would top mr. scream's at the toy stands.. it looks creepy enough, though..


3watched ginebra crumble for the 3rd straight time

never knew love could hurt this much.. please restrain tin from posting a SORRY in my cbox,, idont think i can handle hell in just one night..

as far as i know, the last day of regular schooling is usually lived with painful cherishment.



aura had to go to work right after the exam. so dedicated of her, i must say, yet, there was the occurence of this bitterness usually felt by a boy in a relationship.

and bum, the ever so cuddly 2005-001281, literally vanished the moment the proctor declared the end of economics 101.

literally.

the last scene i remember him being included was of his head bowed down to confront his graphical dilemmas.

and then the next, less than an hour later, when everybody stood up to let go of the last paper as a Freshman Thomasian, Raymond Soriano merged with thin air.

which left the two remaining BEP members, richmond and yours truly, alone and alienated, with the distance to andromeda looming between us and the next semester.

we stalked someone named christine joy camarillo to pass some time and ill emotions.


later, we figured that what we were doing may not be healthy for us, and especially for me, may provoke unlikable farewell expletives.

so after watching them leave the net library with heilos over their heads, richmond and I conducted our own walk to remember around the campus.

had the director told us to hold hands, i bet szusza would have appeared out of nowhere and screeched her heart out.


apparently, the gloom had set on richmond as well. nothing worse than spending the year ender without the people you love.


we burned cds half an hour later.

no, thats not out of frustration. we had songs burned into discs.

To climax our day, we met rainier and his gang on our way to the last sizzling dancer break as a thomasian newbie.

ironically, we told rainier earlier through text that malling doesnt interest the two of us for the time being.

so ashamed we were of our poor refusal to san lazaro the last day, we had no choice but to enter a salon as though we had an appointment just to escape the embarassment.



two isp cards, resident evil4, report from hell, nba live 06 and a stephen king novel.
wish me luck this vacation.

the 7th of october 2005 is a page that stands out in my book.

date i died.

it was a suffering. i didnt know whether those that fell were still just tears or already liquified manifestations of my being.

amber greeted me with a bang during the morning, thats why.

i attended school later, of course, but i forgot my soul.

Tonight, march 22, is rapidly climbing up the charts.

ginebra bowed to poorfoods.

there were no tears, but death visited me another time.

youre thinking "this bastard's taking the fan-loyalist-crony role much too exaggeratedly.."

i aint.

whatever i felt when she told me that maybe its her time to grow, to mature, to learn, without me, was simply beyond words.


give me a more helpless phrase than "breakdown of will to live"..



ihate ginebra so much. but i have no choice but to worship them.
iguess that is love.



ihate love.





my poor, economics exam..

look at this..
even the online tests are in the conspiracy against me!

Disorder Rating
Paranoid: Very High
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: Very High
Antisocial: High
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate

http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv

the cwg reviewer i made is right beside me, the reader in logic just a little out of reach and the one for literature sitting lazily in a corner.

except for the world's most troubled nose, i em perfectly fine.

and yet i dont think i'll hold any academic tool until today ends.

mae edillon says "whats the use of reviewing when after the exams youll forget everything?"

shes bitter, iknow. maybe grounded by her mom for not studying despite the fact that the test papers are just around the corner.

richmond, after a brief exhange of disappointed sms-es about sex symbol's clearance from becoming one of the Bottom Three, said that he was still reluctant to open something educational but may eventually do so.

ana roa was a bit down because of alaska's burying of air21 express last night, but was still inspired enough to stuff a couple of informative etceteras inside her mental pc.

the yahoo groups is as silent as papasam. no need to wonder what everybody is so busy about.


i wish i could be as inspired as everyone else. maybe it's because of the terribly long weekend, christine's alleged thumbing me down, teary memories of someone i love, or ginebra's succumbing to an uggghh not-so-powerful san miguel beer.

ithink it's because of ginebra.

or maybe im just making up reasons. maybe i know that i honestly dont want to study.
dont want to pass, maybe?

nah. its because of christine.

i mean *ahem* it's because of ginebra.. ^^

Somebody finally appreciated me!!
*MUWAHAHAHAHAHA* *skyrockets*

so you think im over-reacting???
the thing is...
IM NOT

ive lived in the room numbered 201 for 10 months without myself being known as someone who's capable of getting good grades..

and coming up with good articles for that matter.

maybe someone who's a complete ASS, now many would recite ARVEE.

but today, OMG, today.!!
a couple of people recognized me-
MUWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

its an article, an opinion column about POLITICS being seemingly like professional wrestling.
nikki angulo (i love that girl, hope we'd be friends forever (as long as TNT remains inferior to BGK muwahaha)) greeted me with: ARVEE ANG GALING MO..!!! XD

was i in heaven?
naaaahhh... heaven was a long time ago.
but it sure felt much like one.
i even thought i saw angels beside nikki with clouds hovering around her pretty little face, and the heavens opening over her, sunlight, godlight, trumpets and all..
i was in love with her.

and then came szusza anne velasco WTHOMFG
whatever miss president said got lost in my ears at that time
i was probably thinking how can i show my gratitude to Nikki without disgusting her by kissing her over and over again

i withdrew that idea of course

i was also thinking of showing my thanks to szusza by squishing her and never letting go
but that was much too lover-oriented and she might get disgusted too and jet away
one of the last things i wanna do

so all i did was t look innocent and unworthy and ask what i could have done to make them praise me like that

terribly cursing time for i never heard a thing they repeated
muwahahahaha




everything would have been perfect had Ginebra won
but they didnt. boohoo.

one thing i hate about meself is my being moody..
maybe this is one trait ive reluctantly enhirited from a gurl ive once known..

thank God i dont suffer from the monthly thing..

istarted this day happily, but right now, in the middle of it, am having one of the ugliest feelings a normal being could ever take..

atleast the aircon in this netlibrary of uste is cold enough to cool me down..

it's really awkward to get mad at somebody you love..

and that is not the ay-mahal-ko-po-si-christine kind of adoration..

ilove only a few people.

but when they do things like disappearing in a pile of smoke with no eklabu chuvaness ever,

how i wish i could not love them anymore.

and look at that, one is sharing the room with me..

bear with my entry people, this blog aint for your eyes but for mine..