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..