thanks to the abundance of opportunities for meditation, igot to realize that for the past 10months i averaged more than 7hours everyday infront of our pc

interesting to note is that, in comparison, the longest igot to spend with my bed during the schooldays was 7hours already

that was taking the siestas and the regular hibernations together



while idonot necessarily blame myself for my sister's computer illiteracy (she afterall, may sneak up on the desktop anytime im out, which is, more often than what you might suspect), ihave noticed that my relationship with this technological miracle before me here has gone beyond intimacy level already

no, idonot lust over my pc

its ijust that noticed that for me to go through an entire 24hour span without doodling with the computer, iatleast have to be a wreck physically (exhausted, sick, etc) or electrically (brownouts).




the quote that comfortrooms supposedly reflect the dwellers of a certain house doesnt fit me anymore. the computer table'll be a better substitute for it

clockwise from the roof:




a printer.

this thing is a printer only because Epson decided to call it as such. inreality, its a no-good contraption of gears and gray PVCs bunched together to create the illusion that it can draw school papers and projects with ease

it works on the contrary however. itd suck up the papers fed to it and then spit them out beautifully creased and salivated. had its manufacturers believed in what the Vatican calls as "dignity of work", icouldve saved myself five or six ninoy bills during the academic year

the printer's been converted to a sanctuary for spiders and lizards in the farthest corner. its like abortion: the baby suffers because of the actions of the father




a tripod.

this thing's been in this table since christmas already, and every once in awhile icontemplate long enough to consider moving it back to my room, which ialways forget. maybe after this entry, id care to remember

the story behind it: Christ seemed very generous during His last birthday, with us gifted a videocam with a tripod from our relatives in canada. thoughts of documentaries and the sort danced around my head, aswell as recording the Ginebra-vs-TalknText game later. it was going to be televised with a 4hour-something delay, but that seemed insignificant as istruggled to find the best position for the cam and the tripod. then along came somebody in my inbox, telling me that she just saw the official website of the PBA where it was declared that my beloved Kings got spanked by fifteen

my mother had the goodwill to put away the videocam, telling me to just take care of the tripod. it was my father who did it, however, when he got down the next morning seeing the tripod in the exact position it had been the night before




two WorldBook encyclopedias.

letters S-Sn and E. imusthave used them as references for some assignment during the sem, but until now still havent found the time to return them to their homes. im quite a busy person, youknow




audio CD cases: beegees, airsupply, fralippolippi, incubus and the cure.

the annual income of the house's yet to allow any of its occupants to enjoy an i-pod. the computer here came fully furnished with speakers and winamp-mediaplayer, but without that chip thingy that'd allow music to exist within its system

thus, the indispensability of the cd player in the house

the midnight radio feel of those CDs scattered across the desktop must be a relief for my family though. last time igot addicted to music, it were the dresden dolls, muse, kiko machine and giniling festival iwas listening to like iwere deaf




a carpet of used internet cards.

now that idonthave to do unlimitxt on a nightly basis (ahem) and the summer's allowing enough time for round-the-clock yoga, the greatest luxury and time consumer ihave now would be the internet. it's mankind's greatest gift to itself, other than basketball and the PS2

somebody get my pc DSL'ed and iprobably wont even touch my ps2 anymore

problem is, nobody wants to flashspeed the modems in our place. same thing with the cable TV dreams we have

-the black wiring business is pretty prevalent here. the 'jumpers' lord over the skies, not the meralco or the pldt linemen-

as such, the ISP companies have been thanking me lately for my unwavering adoration of their products, which at one time saw me purchasing once every week for a whole month

a 6minute show on youtube'd take about an hour to complete. iwonder what makes them think that ilove their products??




a cologne.

ibrought it with me one time and fished it out quickly when igot home because my baguiobag was poisoned already thanks to the cologne's leaks. just like with most of the things in this computer desktop, the blue bottle's a victim of my indolence




a World Mission magazine.

that thing is the official publication of Jesus Christ's Asian Chapter. my mother subscribes to it, and the contents are not boring, though reclining too much on the masturbation-is-a-sin path. the standard is understandable, ofcourse, and the best thing is that 50% of the entire mag would be talking about the Philippines. all in all, its a good read- a must-have if you love pictures of benedict xvi up your room's walls

also, its a pretty nice mousepad. glossy, smooth, and easy to bend




a charger.

idont usually like taking risks, but for my comfort's sake ibrave even the threats of accidental arson- the charger for my cellphone's plugged into the socket next to the computer table, 24/7

my phone's disabled, yousee. it only knows of four battery charges: full, 80% full, 20% empty, and empty. id charge it for a minute then itd go beeping that its full already. id restart it once just to make sure that the SMS line's free of clogs, then itd be beaming with bright red begging for me to please consider electrifying it

yes. a headache. with a ready charger by the pc's side however, ihave no competitors for the world's most ingenious guy award




my mother's eyeglass.

my mom's nearsighted for life but she's somehow still in the denial stage. shed go with her daily life without the glasses on and would only remember that she's a patient of Hans Optical whenever business comes around- cooking meals, auditing the family treasury, drooling over Yellow Handkerchief (which, in my opinion, deserves a drool really, since its been on TV for more than a year with the plot resembling the six episodes of Star Wars already). for the rest of her activities, she needs the glasses not

as such, she's bought about four spectacles in all. one for the kitchen, one for the bedroom, one for her study table, and one, yes, for this computer table here. shes inlove with Scrabout (or Scrabble). the game's an official business, you have to see




folding bed and pillows.

uhm. no. its the something iwant my computer table to have

iliked the morning schedule of my sophomoric stay at the pontifical academy

4am. wake up
530. hitch a ride on a non-airconditioned bus
630. drop by some specific place ^_^
7. go to hell
11 (MWF) or 1 (TTH). spend time wisely
3. contemplate of going home
4. go home
630. think of what to do
10. go online
1. go to sleep


it gets stretched alittle whenever ginebra's on tv, ofcourse, but most of the time, its the routine my body gets lured to

iliked it

other things ifound amusing with my second year in uste follow:




Lovapalooza

loveteams it seemed werent much for the general discussion of the class without a rainier bulayog to singlehandedly blow at the fires

newbies, understandably, are susceptible to overloaded sugartalk, with all the oh-my-what-a-cute-stranger atmosphere that surrounds them

for example......



-uhm, idont want any angry comments below so id probably detour a little and just pick ebz instead as partner for richmond-

this loveteam was sensational during the firstyear. not only because their themesong happened to be Kaba, but because they actually manifested the classical triangle stories of the telenovelas

fantasy of the class: a catfight between ebz and. uhm. somegurl.

what happened with the year that followed? ebz got away with all the intrigues and coaxes for a full-blown war with some gurl

and only yourstruly remained loyal to that push-edree-towards-richmond-if-theres-a-chance platform that was so prevalent when rainier was around. pft

on lighter issues,

singlegurls almost always maintain a straight-and-merciless-rejection policy for classmates who romantically ask for their hands

their reasons, idontknow but if asked about it, theyd just probably nod their heads toward either apa or arce

lets all hope nothing of the sort happens to 2ndsemester's pula and miggy. we dont want miggy hitting his head on his desk again anytime soon, do we?

okay, next topic already before ants start crowding my keyboard




The Esguerra Effect

do ihave to ask still what that effect might be? yes, you already have it on your face,

the exact opposite of that illegal-drug-symptom was what esguerra had on me

that is, during the first three quarters of the academic year

and, honestly and oh-how-it-pains-me-to-say-this-but, that was because he obviously had been kissed by Perfection

(DISCLAIMER: esguerra's handsomeness, gorgeousness, breathtakingness, godliness or drooling sexappeal wont be discussed here. go write your own blog)

richmond's particularly close to my heart because our similarities overlap exaggeratedly, just not his Join The Club or his face

esguerra ithought may just be the next best thing to mercurio. hes a sports nut, first and foremost (a cliche, but what the hell)

in the dapitan netopia once, we chanced upon esguerra surfing some boxing latest

and then in class, hed talk of basketball even if no ones interested

itdoesnthelp ofcourse that he thinks of ginebra as a bunch of gloria arroyos. but just to hear someone talking of sports (which in UST only meant of UAAP, tsk) with that much sincerety, hey, hes not bad ayt?

the guy's goodfriends with pens, too

during the days ihated him, iread two or three of his articles in the inquirer, preparing myself to establish telekineses for him to know what ithink of his written shits

iliked how he write. damnit

just incase ive established already established the mental connection, ihastily threw in an "anyone could write well with that topic" to save face

plus, he talks trash. now if icould just convert his Christ to Caguioa.....






Explosive Encounter of the Eccentrics

its the match-up thatd have a chance to compete with the Caguioa-versus-Helterbrand grand debate:

EROS versus EMER

preview: filipino versus philosophy. eros and emer have been teammates in the past, leading AB to back-to-back efficiency titles. with emer gonzales now in a new team, its a tough assignment for him to guard against writing stalwart eros atalia, the reigning Palanca Fictionist of the Philippines. emer had been a director of some bigtime department in the UST central affairs once, thus experience-wise, eros'll find him a tough nut to crack. who'll win this sensational match-up? you decide! (include your prediction when you comment)

educational value: EMER. the cliche is that a good teacher is someone who could take down the stars to the level of the stargazers. uhm, no, the husband of lumen in the commercial of surf is an exemption; he afterall is not a teacher, and what he got for lumen were too small to be stars. emer however did just that- simplifying the worlds of gabriel-fucking-marcel enough for a lowly ginebra fan to understand. eros' good too, but the technicalities of the subject he teaches is chickenfeed as compared to robert johann's ideologies on life

educational tricks and treats: EMER. simply because ihated eros' idea of this category- he just went on with that TRICK part of the halloween slogan! (yes, im bitter, igot a 74 with those things he had the class do) plus, emer's responsible for the Encadre requirement, and, well, the rest is history, iguess

fun value: EROS. saying "eros wins the fun value by a mile" would be an insult to emer, ofcourse, who wouldnt be matched up at all against eros if he werent funny. eros however is so comedic it hurts. even though most of his humor comes from rehearsed jokes and antics, it still works - lucky all those incoming sophomores. also, eros' girl is hot. professor-more-interesting-to-befriend? EROS by a mile





"Geh is Not a Great Cook"

thats what ive come to learn as a nice punchline for richmond everytime our group gets into trouble deciding on where to eat

that doesnt mean however, that we have tried geh's cooking already, or have eaten in her dorm for that matter (idontknow with richmond, but isure can speak in good behalf of the others)

it's this carinderia in the Perpetual Street called CELY's (Celis, geh's surname)

the food there promised to be as exquisite as the ones offered at the next-door Lisa's, as they have been the primary protagonists of this article in The Flame one time

our group recently have become fans of the said competitor of Cely's, with their menus there boasting of friendliness and satisfaction

so, on this particular day when we were particularly hungry, we found ourselves standing with disappointed faces as we watched a fiesta over at Lisa's

having no choice, and with our patronage of Lisa's largely attributed to that food and lifestyle feature of The Flame, we decided to give Cely's a try



because it is not actually Cely's fault that theyre so popular despite their ignorance on preparing good meals, iwill try my best to be kind- sort-of:

boom was served with a chicken made of ash

no, really, he asked for a spicy chicken something, and he was given something so spiced up he was afraid to touch it

he wasnt smiling when we got out

papasam, richmond and i decided to be more unique with our orders, and yet ended up asking for chicksilog

they mustve killed the poor poultry with some ingenius new way magnolia doesnt know of yet

what kind of chicken tastes like foam?

my brain spent the rest of the day cussing itself for such an intelligent choice of resto

whats more interesting is that we got to sample our meals only after the entire Bigaten portion of wowowee had ended, and a few commercials

geh, please ask your mom to teach you how to cook, okay? so that someday if ever youd fancy putting up an eatery, nobody would have to curse your surname

no, we didnt curse Cely's, iswear...





Discolights at the End of the Tunnel

though we were reluctant to do the hail-hitler! arm gesture just incase UST'd win and the hymn was played, richmond, papasam and i decided to find some place and watch the Tigers' third championship game against Ateneo

we got to wave our arms the hitley way, alright, but our consolation was that it were for the thomasian spirit

everyone was doing it afterall. with pride and feelings

right in the midst of the celebration, however, the authorities of the building suddenly stripped off their security guard disguises (revealing the letters SWAT) and charged right at where richmond and i sat during the game

there was a bomb

the suspect, a cute little radio, stood out from the rest of the jubilant mob with its silvery skin reminding everyone of the horrors of the social and folk dance PEs

moreover, it had been so carefully placed that it almost looked like the owner just left it by accident

shrieks suddenly overwhelmed the victorious roars of the mainbuilding crowd as everyone tried to stampede away from the innocent-looking device of the devil

the security force of the university finally got to try out their walkie-talkies in public, calling out reinforcements infear that the bomb'd start skinning the thomasians already

richmond and i looked at each other as our schoolmates hysterically but quietly file out of the building

richmond: "diba yun yung radyo na naiwan nung mga ate na nakadamit ng social dance kanina?"
arvee: "oonga, noh?"
papasam: "XD"




no sour loser threats fortunately ensued when the balloons over at araneta fell for the second time in four months, this one for the Barangay Ginebra Gin Kings





iwish AB'd get tons of such dangers this coming year. or else time'd just dart through so uninterrupted that in a matter of weeks, id have to update this blog again with what iliked during my third year in UST..

iwoke up this morning and suddenly realized that iwant to become a sportswriter. grr


to celebrate my bitterness, let me play God with the blogs of the other writers im working with





balisa
owner: papasam

uhm, no, just because its an Ustetika golden conqueror that writes the stuff, it doesnt mean that youd get all sweaty and tensed after going through the entries, as the blog title suggests. youd get a nosebleed, yes, but an intellectual nosebleed at that. plus, Balisa's language and grammar dont shake, and the contents would have to be about sports or music for you to find a flaw

best entry: Balimbing. the Varsi need not stage an Ustetika this year; somebody show them the link to this entry and we can save the University from having to print out announcement papers



chocolate bliss
owner: tin

anyone knows what a rotten toblerone tastes like? wikipedia'd be playing mr-know-it-all with this question in vain. thats because chocolates, with their exquisitiness, do not deserve to rot. idont know why tin allows the beautiful one over at multiply to. and she calls it a BLISS, god. mosses grow on my keyboard everytime icheck her link!

best entry: Her Thing With February. talks about why she boycotted the month for any updates, even though its just feb13 when she decided to do that. maybe she ought to make a "My Thing with the Rest of 2007"?



clarissa joy

it is still a blog, in the strictest sense. although the pictures are so abundant youd swear youre in deviantart; so dominating infact that they make the entries look like mere page-sized captions. but atleast the galleries are hit-makers over at multiply, ayt?

best entry: Her Dorm's Nuns Are Malicious. or so she says. so meat are aphrodisiacs pala huh? now iknow why its a rule for betty to outweigh the viands in his plate with so much rice



dedikadong periodista
owner: xavier

upon seeing the contents for the first time, youd do only one of three things- 1) blurt out "what the-?" 2) blurt out "what the fuck?" or 3) click the back button to see if youve clicked the right link in the first place. yes, reader, the blogger is xavier, the bully over at 2jrn1 so engrossed with his muscles that he seemed to have mistaken AB for IPEA. going over with the blog, however, youd realize that brawns work beautifully with the brain afterall- it can get a little swampy, but what the hell, everyone wants to see a bully cry, ayt?

best entry: Mushiness with Morrie. we get to learn that a body buff like xavier knows how to appreciate bird's tweets and pink flowers like the rest of us, afterall



demons and angels
owner: betsy

betsy's first entry was a blockbuster, registering 36 comments at once. last time ichecked (ihate this cliche, ugh), that entry's a year ago already. iwonder if her computer's still alive.

best entry: Pilot. 36 comments, cmon! maybe we should relocate the Yahoo Groups to wherever betsy hosts her blog.



diary of an insomniac
owner: joshua

right from the start, joshua's declared already of what his webspace is going to be- an EMO blog. iwanted badly to write anything other than agreement with his declaration, but realized that joshua's taken care already of what every review could possibly share, thus to make things short- yes, iagree with him

best entry: Masks. joshua claims that his smile is detachable. iwonder whatd be inside, a grin?



future snow queen
owner: edree (ebz)

her blog's just like an extension of her friendster account, in the sense that her blogs look like testimonials she has for herself. she's a good writer, iassure you that, but itd still be pretty hard to stop yourself from muttering, "am i reading a blog or a ms. universe's campaign site?"

best entry: Guy Allergy. ebz explains why shes still an active member of the NoBoyfriendSinceBirth association. "at 18, is it really a requirement to have a bf?" she exclaims. we'll just sit on the sidelines while richmond makes you eat those words soon, aryt ebz?



gagopolis
owner: poli (betty)

its like bob ong on marijuana- only that betty's better. sure, the layout may be as cool as cueshe, but you dont visit a site just because you like the design, do you (well, this blog youre reading may be an exemption)? betty's well aware of that, thus the high quality of the craps that we get every, err, so not often. but hey, absence makes the heart grow fonder, ayt?

best entry: Betty's Shitty Adventure. or maybe the one about Hermione. or maybe that about Xmas. or, what the hell, do we really have to choose just one?



geh_aini
owner: geh

the gurl talks of nothing but love, her butthole and the soul's favorite chicken soup; is the page just an alternating display of goo-goo-ga-ga-mwah-mwah-s? sometimes, but its not an online Kikay 101 youre finding here; its the world from the eyes and artistic hands of a Kikay. puts to shame the myth that the only things Kikays know are love, prince gians, and paulo coelho

best entry: The Blogger's Poor Asshole. should you feel sorry or should you laugh out loud? or should you cringe when you think of what itd be like when its your butt that hotties play with like dough for non-erotic purposes?



gorgeous pervert
owner: meg

while the blogmistress hasnt heard of humility yet, the pictures available over at her blog provide enough proof to her blog title's claim- that she is gorgeous. the blog entries however, provide another angle at her- gorgeousness doesnt always equate to a partner. ihope some boy other than betty and papasam reads this crap

best entry: FX Adventure. meg's style easily reflects the anxiety she suffered just to see esguerra on an unlucky morning. boohoo. iwonder why the professor's not got that effective on me?



intoxicating nirvana
owner: apa

the first word says it all- intoxicating. metaphors fly in and out so much so that youd think apa's lungs are full of them. for a serious break from all the nonsense this blog has to offer, take a moment to find hers. where the word nirvana fits in, however, iam yet to guess

best entry: Love. the word intoxicates like no other, simply a heaven on earth. apa's discussion takes quite a little farther, though; if you dont manage to lose yourself with her EDSA of speech, youd realize a descendant of Shakespeare is at work here



psycho bitch's realm
owner: louise

the blogmistress' issued a PG warning on her own blog, something people under 18 or without experience with the opposite sex would surely need. you dont expect her to write about how good PDA feels when she calls herself a bitch, do you? and, as any bitch calls for it, her blog's teeming with fascinating morbid one-liners. should she decide to ditch the geeks of full metal alchemist for some, err, heavy metal pics, goth.net'd be folding up soon.

best entry: The PressConference. did adolf hitler fancy something like this during his time? iguess not, with all the studies and stuff that dare to dig up how his past had molded him. louise, however, gave us a pretty nice hole to gape into and -gasp!- we all realize that the absence of mustaches on her face doesnt mean that shes idolizing Maria Clara.



nightmare and dreams
owner: paula (pula)

idontknow why its just 45% of the monitor the blogmistress wishes to use for her blog. claustrophobics could get a stroke from reading. yes, the easy alibi is "for styling purposes." in that matter, paula's dominating- well, if you like gothic stuff, that is. advocates of the Virgin Mary'd get goosebumps with that disturbing pic of two goth kids in love

best entry: Pula's Tae-x-tacy-Tae-tano. its less funny though; consider it Anne Frank's account of the one over at Gagopolis- just that the attic's composed only of the toilet



random musings of a random gurl
owner: nicole

her page's running for the Annual Candy Blog Elections. her platform: spontaneity. estimates have it that she updates her blog more than seven times a week, covering almost all known topics other than sports and sex. nicole's link would surely show up someday in some guy's thesis

best entry: Running After You, something like that. she made that blog for herself, ofcourse, but from another angle, its like its me that shes tirading at. moral of the entry: stalking aint cool. no, actually, its more like, "waiting for someone that aint coming aint cool." either ways, its crosshair's on me



sugarlandelle
owner: ana (amaegan)

the blog with an identity crisis, amaegan's lost in the whirlwind of things to share- so many in fact that she cant decide on what to write on until now. her past exploits include her fantasies, her sports dramas, cute guys with small eyeholes (ugh), and her admiration of Socrates. too bad, ana- Socrates is dead. your blog can do other forms of mourning other than staying stagnant

best entry: Sa Ulan, Sa Pagbabalik. okay, considering that the only psychic in class is detached with the online community, ill just have to take a wild stab at that what that entry title meant: amaegan's inlove! remember how san-chai told dao-ming-se off late in the series? case closed; youre busted, amaegan



tetskipop
owner: tets

its generally believed that with other people's writings you could hear their own voices, like you were just listening to their narrations. other blogs, like that of betty and papasam, are so nosebleeding that its easy to dismiss the quote as nonsense. *tets suddenly barges in from nowhere* what the F are you talking about?! thats so not true, noh!
alright tets, im sorry.

best entry: Faking It. iloved the title. so far, its the sole entry on any blog that has made look a fool to myself, and the only one that has proven im not supposed to be beatified anytime soon. the entry's about dancing. great.



tryst
owner: mayi

if its your first time, dont go for the X icon in the corner just yet- "tryst" may be something you missed from the startrek saga, but the closest thing to rocket science princess mayid'd discuss is how traffic lights work. the rest, theyre reader-friendly; too friendly at times, even, as its easy to mistake the entries as mere transcripts of what mayi says whenever shes facing the mirror, doing cute smiles

best entry: Pilot. just the first and mayi's exploding already of stories to tell, lacking fortunately of the blur-fast presentations our dreams usually employ. iwish shed discuss of her ginebra-fan-boyfriend and their love for mark caguioa



yaoi is not her life; its her religion
owner: szusza

iwonder whatd be wrong with the sentence if yaoi came to be her life; what if she became an atheist later, for example? such nonsense ideas die at once upon entering the colorful world of missP's, though idoubt if youd be seeing this site at all if you got an anti-porn filter installed. and well, thats too bad, because even Yahoo (or should it be Yahoi?) prays to God that szusza be his blogmistress someday

best entry: the one where she thought that bloggers all over the world are mistaking the internet for their toilet bowls- on a DAILY basis. see, im so inlove with that quote ive practically made it a cliche here in my blog already!