Timothy John Baker

If I were an American, I'd be Timothy John Baker.
I would be from Boston.

Masculinity Thing

You Are 47% Feminine, 53% Masculine

You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides. You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you. You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.

Are You Masculine or Feminine?



Yes! I'm an X!!!! (it's a psych term. Look it up.) This doesn't do well for my macho image kuno though... HAhaHAhHAHHaahha...

Do NOT Support the Sumilao Farmers

SMC's projects in the province may actually be of more benefit to thousands of people in the province, as compared to the 55 farmers who lay claim to the 144 hectares.

If SMC puts up an industrial plant in the 144 hectare land currently under spotlight, they will be able to give jobs to hundreds of people in the community, and will be able to provide a market for the raw goods grown by thousands of local farmers. Wouldn't this be a better alternative than giving the land to 55 families? Imagine, sustained economic development in the region, through a stable market and jobs for thousands.

A thorough study of the case might lead you to this very same conclusion. The Governor of Bukidnon agrees with the industrialization of the Sumilao land.

The 55 Sumilao farmers claim is that Quisumbing, the original owner of the land was given five years to develop the land as an industrial area, and since he was unable to do so, the land should be reintegrated into Agrarian Reform to be distributed to the farmers.

Quisumbing maintained that he could not develop the property, because the Sumilao Farmers' continuous protests hindered him from a proper investment out of fear of the uncertainty of what may happen.

Basic Juris Prudence dictates that if a party is unable to comply with demands of it due to the persistence of another party which may benefit from the failure of the initial party, then the initial party may not be subjected to the original demands placed upon it.

I was graced by a personal interview with the former Assistant Administrator of the now defunct Agricultural Credit Administration, and he shared these views with me. This comes from a man who had dedicated his life to the service of he Filipino farmer. The same views are expressed by Governor Zubiri of Bukidnon. Again as in all my semi critical posts, this is an OPINION. Free Speech right?

from joel

read youir blog... You are a friend who i trust very much and is worth keeping for the rest of my life(no gay intentions bro) :D

To: All Friends Past and Present (I'm Asking a Favor)

Okay... it's nearly my birthday.

I want to know if I've done something for anyone in the past 20 years. I feel unfulfilled, abandoned, ashamed, and a lot of other derogatory adjectives and adverbs that would only serve to fill a ream of paper. So now... sarcasm aside, I want to ask what have I done to YOU as a person. What have I done RIGHT? What have I done WRONG? What MEMORIES fill your head when my name pops out in conversation? What idiosyncrasies do you remember of me? Please answer... and also, please answer properly. I just want to remember what you remember, and maybe it can prove to be a way where-in I can learn from everything you narrate to me. I can learn about what to work on, and how I've evolved over time... Please?

just email me or comment here, or IM me or something... Please... I'll give friendster testimonials and multiply comments to anyone who does... :D

mikecabology (Honrado, 2007)

Let others know a little more about yourself, repost "_______OLOGY"

Q: What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A: emoboy in ateneo.

Q: How many televisions are in your house?
A: 2

BIOLOGY

Q: Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A: Dextrous. dex comes from the latin for right. dextrous literally means "right handed"

Q: Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A: hmmm... just that thing all Jewish andor Pinoy boys get chopped off...

Q: What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A: My mother :D


Q: Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A: Never been unconscious...

(Tange, e pano pag tulog ka?! aber!?)

(insolent know nothing! semi-conscious ka pag tulog! how else would you explain physical stimuli entering dreams?) Psych crap... I'm sorry...


CRAPINOPOLOGY

Q: If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A: yeah... for emo sake...

Q: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A: Jean, or maybe Mikio...

Q: What color/s do you think look best on you?
A: Green daw.......................... sabi ng lahat..............

Q: Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A: OMG!!!!! CLAY-DOH!!!!!! 3 yrs old!!!!!!

Q: Have you ever saved someone's life?
A: indirectly...

Q: Has someone ever saved yours?
A: indirectly...


SUPIDIOLOGY

Q: Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A: heck, I'll kiss a dog for $100... my mores say that no malice goes with anything.

Q: Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000
A: no.

Q: Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A: sure.

Q: Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
A: as long as: we're in a hospital, and I'm sedated, but conscious.

Q: Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human's life for $1,000,000?
A: no......


DUMBOLOGY

Q: What is in your left pocket?
A: nothing.

Q : Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A: "It's like, soo not."

Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A: hardwood!!

Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A: Sit. I meditate in the shower.

Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
A: 10 or more :D

Q: Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A: last night, I talked to a cop for fun.

Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
A: a Psychiatrist

Q: Who is number 1 on your top 6?
A: 1??


LASTOLOGY

Q: Friend(s) you talked to?
A: Iris... on my mobile.

Q: Last person who called you?
A: Iris... on my mobile.

Q: Person you hugged?
A: Iris... on my mobile. (kaya niyo yun? yes! kaya yan!)

Q: Last person you kissed?
A: kiss goodnight mommy and lolo :D

FAVORITOLOGY

Q: Number?
A: 3

Q: Season?
A: Tag-ulan.

CURRENTOLOGY
Q: Missing someone?
A: nah...

Q: Mood?
A: mediocre.

Q: Watching?
A: my weight? :D

Q: Worrying about?
A: Psy103: Developmental Psychology, Hell Application.

Intra-Personal (A Memoir Homage to Rene O. Villanueva)

Rene O. Villanueva

(September 22, 1954 - December 5, 2007)

I will not act as if I had known him all my life. I will not pretend to be a constant follower of his works, nor will I bother to list the multitude of accomplishments he has gathered through the years. I will present who Rene Villanueva was to me. It is most important you understand that my point of view is rare and unlike any, for when I had gotten to spend time with him, I did not fully know who he was. He was simply introduced to us as "Rene O. Villanueva, children's writer for Adarna Books," and so my initial knowing of him was not of the literary genius that most begin to know him by, but rather of a man who simply wrote for a living. I met Sir Rene when I was 13 years old. I and a friend were invited to join a story writing and storytelling workshop sponsored by the Cultural Center of the Philippines. The workshop was originally for pubic pre-school and elementary teachers, but since two people backed out at the last minute, we two 13 year old know nothings took their place. We were to spend more than a week in a retreat house, in one of the more wooded areas in Silang, Cavite. When we had arrived there, the seminar immediately began. Sir Rene was the quietest man I had ever met. He was always at the back corner of the room, with his arms folded, leaning against the bamboo pillars of the seminar area. He left his co-presenter to do the necessary introductions, and when his name was called, he merely raised a hand, still silent, and then returned his hand into the tucked position beneath his arm. In the afternoon, the formal workshop would begin. He was the first to present to us his seminar on story writing. He sat there with us on the wooden floor, and calmly gave his lecture. He requested we search our thoughts for an everyday item, and write a story regarding it. He taught us that being too obsessed with our grammar during the initial stages of writing would only hinder our creative flow. He taught us that when we write, we should always think about our audience. Writing is never supposed to be an act of selfishness. Good writing is always done with the audience in mind. Find common ground with your audience. You are connected via the things you write, and the stronger the connection between you and your audience, the better the piece of literature. We then read our stories one by one to our 14 fellow participants in the seminar. He then gave comments and suggestions to each story. My story was of a tin can that had been rolling around Manila for a decade. I wanted to catch my audience’s attention by relating to them the familiar filth and poverty that littered the city. I felt proud of my work, which was well written, and with social value. When I had ceased my narration, he stared at me with that blank stare that never seemed to leave his face, and he said, “That was good, but no one likes a preachy can.” He told me that the idea was nice, but when the can started to critique the situation versus being just a spectator, it became comical. That was a lesson I never forgot. After his story writing seminar, the story telling seminar began. He stayed with us even during the story telling workshop, although as before his own workshop began, he was standing at the back with his arms folded again. In the seminar, we were asked to read to some local children, a book from Adarna Books. I was constantly under fire from the presenter because my Filipino wasn’t as well developed as that of my constituents. To give a clue, the presenter used to call me “English Boy.” It was at this point, where I in my pride, chose to read to the children in Filipino. The book I was tasked to read was entitled “War Makes Me Sad” by Ordinario. The presenter gave me the book because it was the only one in English, although it had Filipino subtitles. It was a book about a Muslim girl caught between the crossfire of a Moro-Christian battle in Mindanao. I studied the book as best I could, and I got pronunciation lessons from some of my companions, but in the end, I could not fully project the full spectrum of emotions shown by the piece. It was at this point, as I was practicing one day in the main hall that Sir Rene sat down beside me and asked if he could help me. He took me to the back portion of the main hall and told me that “A story should be said in the comfort of your own language.” He continued to say that it would be better to deliver the story in English, where I would be able to fully use my understanding of the language to give life to the story. I decided though that I was to deliver the story in Filipino. He nodded, and was supportive. He gave me tips on how to read properly. He listened to my recitations and commented on how I could improve myself. He basically taught me how intonations and stresses in Filipino were very different from English. He also taught me that words are not the only means of how an author can connect with an audience. An author is not merely a writer, but he is most importantly a story teller. You do not just tell “a story”, but rather “someone’s story.” By telling the character’s story, the story teller can gain an even closer bond with the audience, and when stories are told properly, the person reaches the final goal of all story tellers, which is to bring emotion to people’s lives. To bring emotion to people’s lives; that would be the thrust that would drive me forward in literary study. I was given a task, which is to be able to bring emotion into an impersonal world. When I told the story of the Muslim girl who hated war, it was a personal landmark in many ways. It was the first time I had told someone’s story in my native language. It was also what I consider my true literary awakening. I wish to be at least half the story teller Rene Villanueva was. He taught me many things in the days of the seminar, but with all the great lessons I learned, he left me with one last. Fairy tales don’t always have to end the way they were meant to. A character might search for gold, yet find an even greater treasure at the end. He was truly a great man, and a giant of a literary figure. In the end though, it wasn’t what he wrote that made him such a great man in my eyes, but rather, it was his great understanding of the close relation of stories and human emotion.

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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa, a French artist, was born to the family of the Comte Alfonse and Comtess Adelle de Toulouse-Lautrec on November 24, 1864. He was a sickly boy from the very beginning, owing mostly to the fact that since his family is of the French aristocracy; his lineage was tainted by years of incest, and the corresponding genetic disorders commonly derived from it. An example of such incest is the marriage of his parents who are first cousins. Scholars mainly attribute a genetic disorder to cause the events that would eventually change his life forever. The disease Henri was inflicted with is called Pyknodysostosis and was, in more modern times, renamed after him as Toulouse-Lautrec Syndrome. This very uncommon disease of the bone causing rickets, and eventually causing leg bones to cease growing, was discovered in Henri in his pre-teens, when he had fractured both his legs, in two separate accidents. Although his torso continued to grow, his legs retained their length as when they were fractured, never to heal. His full adult height was merely 4’5”. After his mishaps, he was secluded within the walls of his home, mostly painting or drawing on any surface available. When he turned 18 years old, he became the student of a prominent artist in Paris, where his artistic skills were more thoroughly developed. He then spent the remainder of his life in the Parisian town of Montmartre living with art and liquor, in one of the liveliest and most well known entertainment districts in the world. He died at the age of 37 due to excessive alcohol intake, which aggravated a venereal disease he had earlier gotten.

Individual Psychology can look at Toulouse-Lautrec’s development in many ways, but what is most prominent in his example is his exemplar will to strive for success. Although he was greatly stunted by his body, this never stopped him from wanting to excel in things that he could excel in, and as a direct consequence of his inability to exemplify himself in other aspects of living such as sports, he simply shrugged away the subject in a very cynical, defensive manner, as was attested to by friends and acquaintances. Henri was a very intelligent child to begin with. Documentations of his childhood show him as an aggressive figure who hated to lose. He also established dominance over others to compensate for his weak physiology. He liked to show off his intelligence to all, once talking in perfect English to the family’s vassals, just to show off his knowledge. He also made it a point to be competitive, yet to maintain a friendly relationship with his cousins and siblings. After the incidence of his fractures though, he dwelt more on art and the theatre as his stage for success striving. His art which uses a post modernist style ala Degas is different from other post modernists. His inspiration came mostly from the daily life in Montmartre, from the walking hours of a couple in bed, to the lively night shows of the French cabarets, or scenes within the brothels, which he used to frequent. His work is said to be more vivid, yet more realistic than most post modernists. He paid a very great attention to detail, and persevered to maintain the realism of his work, while giving it more passion through more vivid coloring, and at all times maintaining the high artistic value of aesthetics. He prided himself in his work. Although he maintained many idols in the artistic sense, he always wanted to be different if not better than them.

In friendships, he chose the avant garde. He was continuously with cabaret dancers, prostitutes, fellow artists, and stage actors. He respected all equally, and had a strangely strong belief in human equality, which is a kind of reaction formation for being treated so differently by others. His friends maintain though that he was for the most part, a “frank and cynical sardonic.” He was said to have treated everyone equally, but equal in the sense that they were all treated with the same indifferent mocking. They also attest to the fact that he was prone to depression attacks, especially when he sees a person who “lives a life he cannot live.” Henri always considered himself a huntsman manque or human hunter. He loved seeking out people that piqued jis interest. Biographies show that this may be because of his training in hunting when he was younger. Since his body failed to allow him ro hunt foxes and game, he hunted people, in a sense. Another expression of his drive for superiority is the fact that he loved boating. He was resigned to the fact that he could not excel in sports because of his disability, but as boating doesn’t need string legs, but rather, a strong torso, he strove to excel in it. Another example is his love of dressing up, or being in the theatre. His father had the very same hobby, and the believed reason for his inheritance of the hobby is that initially he treated his father as a rival, yet he loved his father. His costumes were always more modern, or more diverse than his father’s.

In summary, Individual Psychology states that the reason for striving for perfection is to overcome difficulties. It also states that success striving is a mechanism of the inferiority complex. How much one strives due to the inferiority complex is dependent on the degree of trained social interest. Adaptation, training, and learning are important for striving for success to ensue. In Henri’s case, we see that it is in some way a textbook case. He only strived in areas wherein he was trained or grew accustomed to, such as in art, theatre, and languages. As his physical state inhibited his mental capacity, and since a trained social interest in sports and hunting was also instilled, Henri made up for his deficiency by finding similar niches that suited his disability. Another very interesting fact is that he never cried. Even when he was in extreme pain, or in his childhood when he broke his legs and they discovered they would never heal or grow, he never shed a tear. He maintained his stance of superiority until the day he died. His last words, given to his own father were, “You old fool.”

To The Girl Who Chose Home

Don't think that I don't mind. If anything, out of all of them who say they sympathize, I'm quite sure that I'm the one who will dwell on this most. It's a thought not best remembered, but things that were never meant for me to ponder, I have. I will treat this as what my mind in psychic form wills itself to manifest; which is as the flood of tears that fall as silent mist upon a sun dry lip, or as the inner echos of a scream, silent yet far reaching, from the hardened chambers of emotional being.

I hold your symbol in my hands.

That is how much has to be spilled for my guilt.

The reproach was mild, and coy was the banter, with life lessons sublimed into the delivery. As important as you are to me, so is the pedestal on which you stand. Maybe deliverance does have it's prize, but the price one drops to fulfill the say is higher than if you had never had the say at all. Did you have to do such? No, maybe out of all the clay dolls that paraded in sweet surrended before my eyes, you were by far the most substantial. You sought to return to the oven from which you came. You were formed not by our fires, but by the fires of yours. Too hot was your skin to have been strong to survive, or maybe too fresh from the pick.

Everything for once is familliar.

Not though in comfort, but in change.

What now that the rage and rainbow fish of ninety's lore have gone through the mind, and out the window? The perspiration fails to bead, and the shaking of my limbs have numbed. This fear is far beyond the fear you face. You return to which my fear negates in existence. You leave behind which in existence my fear negates. The spinning cannot stop, and I am not so naive to try to do so. We are past the point where you talk and I listen. I hand picked you from the garden, o ingrateful grape. No, the grape may choose to roll it's own. I just hoped the grape would be still in my palm, so I may one day savor it's delight.

Goodbye good grape

clay doll

twin pedestal

fear.

I'll miss you.

This is Where Severance Begins

They Go East

You Go South

I Go North

This is where severance begins.

Adeste Fideles

Adeste, fideles, laeti triumphantes;
Venite, venite in Bethlehem.
Natum videte Regem angelorum.

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Venite adoremus, Dominum.

Deum de Deo, lumen de lumine,
Parturit virgo mater,
Deum verum, genitum, non factum.

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Venite adoremus, Dominum.

En grege relicto, humiles ad cunas
Vocati pastores approperant:
Et nos ovanti gradu festinemus.

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Venite adoremus, Dominum.

Stella duce, Magi Christum adorantes,
Aurum, thus, et myrrham dant munera.
Jesu infanti corda praebeamus.

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Venite adoremus, Dominum.

Aeterni Parrentis splendorem aeternum
Velatum sub carne videbimus,
Deum infantem, pannis involutem.

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Venite adoremus, Dominum.

Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem
Piis foveamus amplexibus;
Sic nos amantem quis non redamaret?

Venite adoremus, venite adoremus,
Venite adoremus, Dominum.

A Hotdog Bite

So anyway... I'm supposed to be a newly awakened vegan or some such hippie drivel right? At least for just a month. No meat, except for fish, and no oily stuff either. If ever, olive oil's the limit. It's self imposed change that's meant to test my "Office of Willpower" or some such psych nonsense. A bit of history though... I thought of the idea of going vegan when I saw a shrimp cannibalizing a fellow shrimp, in a shrimp tank, in a supermarket. They began fighting, then one shrimp started biting the other, and 30 minutes later, the other shrimp's head was decapitated, and the fleshy insides of the dead shrimp were being feasted upon by the other shrimps. That was disgusting. Then I said "why not go vegan eh?" I then did my nutrition research, and found the next best thing to vegan: Pesci-Vegetarianism, which is basically veggies and fish. Normal vegetarianism involves too many nutritional supplements and proper diet planning for me to actually have time for, so at least by doing the pesci variation, all I need are B complex supplements! I don't expect to lose weight, and I don't really care if I do. It's a psychological challenge, not a physical one. Although my Philo teacher would rebutt that in 2, maybe 3 arguments... anyway... back to the original topic of the post. It's day 4 of my Pesci crap, and my mom woke me up early. I stagger to the breakfast table and grab the hotdog on my plate. I take a bite. I chew and swallow. My eyes widen and I realize I just victimized a helpless pig. I stare at the bitten hotdog for a few seconds. I raise my plate and hand it to my mom, and she says "Oh, I forgot too." I excuse myself, enter my Grandfather's room, and hover on the idea of Bulemia for a second. I decide that vomiting the hotdog peice wouldn't change the fact that I just ate a pig's... something. I'm disgusted at myself, and I want to scream. Then I think to myself, "Mickey, you're such a... DRAMA QUEEN! Bakla ka ba!?!?! iiyakan mo ang tirang tapong laman ng baboy!? Bayot amp*ta." Loosely translated, I told myself to f*ck off the hotdog bite. So there... I broke my vegan-ness already, but if God can forgive ignorance and acts done without cognitive consent, then maybe the lords of veganism can forgive me too. So there. DAY 5, HERE I COME!!! If I can stand the diet 'till Christmas, I'll continue another month, then possible extensions may arise in the future...

100 questions (Jayme, 2007)

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
On the back of my right hand. Boiling spaghetti sauce I was making made dapo my hand.

2. WHATS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
A 101 Dalmatians poster, a poster of a painting br Amorsolo, a poster of Batman and Robin, and my picture as an 8 year old.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
I forgot the model... Nokia... fliptop... silver... the whole thing is reflective, so it serves as a mirror as well.

4 WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
most kinds except anything from 1920-1969, Heavy Metal, and demonic crap.

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
5:55 P.M.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Abs.

7. WHOM DO YOU MISS?
my Grade 6 Psyche

8. WHAT is/are YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S?

I don't know...

9. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?

Saggicorn or Capritarius

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
In Divisoria I do.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
I'm scared of badly constructed sentences like yours.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
THE LIT BITCH!

13. WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?

Vanilla Brown Suger B&BW

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Hair - black

Eyes - black

15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?
In my house while I'm cooking dinner.

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?
POCARI SWEAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
Mozza........ *drool*

18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Hmm... Garlic Shrimp Pizza....

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
My Mader.

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
Baby Clothes... DUH.

22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?
Like? What a vague emotion...

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?


24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
Bench. I'm a Filiphile.

25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Beetle 2001... old I know but... THAT is a car....

26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?
Kismet, the one eyed Siamese Cat!

27. WHAT KIND IS IT?

Kind of what?

28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
yeah, I guess I would. I'm Masochist enough to want that...

29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
by not telling them at all. (TORPE!!!!!)

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
7. Is this relevant?

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Blondes who dye their hair black!

32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN TEXT?

09064916852. Popoy's Grill!!!!! (Langyang Ad Posting yan!)

33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
silent treatments. spa treatments are better.

34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?
Noya...

35. YOUR WEAKNESS?
Lipoprivic Hunger

37. FIRST JOB?
Bagger sa Avon Batangas.

38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Yah. HAHAHAHHA

40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
No addition please... multiplication.... pwede pa... (analyze well)

41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
I like the number 100. (x3 is 300!!!!)

42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Nothing.

43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
I would have been the one to illegalize it.

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?

(nek nek niyo yung sumagot ng "family" o "friends" o "my honeypooh") Wii!!!!!

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
One child. I also want to be a single parent. I also want to get married. So... I want my wife to die? (isip isip)

46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No.

47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
Not anymore... Iost faith in stars...

48. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS MORNING?
go to school.

49. WHAT DID YOU LAST EAT?
crackers.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

sometimes when I write cute-ly (WHAT!! THAT'S NOT A WORD!!!).

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
meat talaga ha... wow... LUNCH MEAT!!!

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Hmm... my white Dominican Habit is quite frayed...

53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MUSIC?
MOST EMBARRASING MUSIC!!!!! WOW!!!! GRAMMAGE AND USING!!!

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
If I were another person, the current I wouldn't exist.

55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
ya, who doesnt.

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Unfortunately so... Or so society says.....

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
Well, due to an unfortunate accident involving Gamma rays and other shit, when I get mad, I turn into a huge green monster who grunts incessantly.

58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?

I haven't bought it yet.

59. EVER BEEN DRUNK?
Yah.

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Lego rin......................

61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
52. I'm pathetic.

62.IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW WHERE WOULD YOU BE?

Exploring my unconscious.

63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
ay, hindi. GRABE, NEVER! I'm ssssoooooo NOT sarcastic!

64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?

ano yun? reunion ng mga Mojako?

65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
In a girl... I look for two X chromsomes. For guy, I look for one Y chromosome.

66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
Mic. Mickey. Mikee. Cabuts. Mike. Joe. Sid. (I'm thinking of changing to 'Seph in Grad SChool... whacha think?)

70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Choco Blanc

72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR(S)?
Blue, white, Black, and Gold

73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
My Tidy Pillow :'( why'd you leave me Tidy...

74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
NONE! My Dentist ate is ASTOUNDED!

75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
sure, why not.

76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?
Keyboard clacking.

77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?
Fizz (doesn't sound wholesome but..)

78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Iris ata...

79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Girl pala sila?

80. THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?
Boston

81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?

Cockies (my little term for roaches.)

82. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S)?
Vodka... yah...

83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN
Virgo. I want to weep with you.

84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
Sepak Tekraw. Nah, Tennis.

85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
Black

86. EYE COLOR?
black

87. HEIGHT?
5"5.5'

88. FAVORITE ANIMAL?
Bengal Tiger

89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)?
December

90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?

Yup

91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?

The complete collection of Urbandub videos....


92. FAVORITE DAY(s) OF THE YEAR?
Jan 1.

94. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter.

95. KISSES OR HUGS?
Hugs.

96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
One Night Relationships.

97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?
A book. It's ALWAYS a book.

98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Veronica.

99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Ther Origin of Species by Charles Darwin (Lalim no?)

100. ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
God and my mother love me :'(

100 questions (Jayme, 2007)

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
On the back of my right hand. Boiling spaghetti sauce I was making made dapo my hand.

2. WHATS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
A 101 Dalmatians poster, a poster of a painting br Amorsolo, a poster of Batman and Robin, and my picture as an 8 year old.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
I forgot the model... Nokia... fliptop... silver... the whole thing is reflective, so it serves as a mirror as well.

4 WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
most kinds except anything from 1920-1969, Heavy Metal, and demonic crap.

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
5:55 P.M.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Abs.

7. WHOM DO YOU MISS?
my Grade 6 Psyche

8. WHAT is/are YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S?

I don't know...

9. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?

Saggicorn or Capritarius

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
In Divisoria I do.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
I'm scared of badly constructed sentences like yours.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
THE LIT BITCH!

13. WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?

Vanilla Brown Suger B&BW

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Hair - black

Eyes - black

15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?
In my house while I'm cooking dinner.

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?
POCARI SWEAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
Mozza........ *drool*

18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Hmm... Garlic Shrimp Pizza....

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
My Mader.

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
Baby Clothes... DUH.

22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?
Like? What a vague emotion...

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?


24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
Bench. I'm a Filiphile.

25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Beetle 2001... old I know but... THAT is a car....

26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?
Kismet, the one eyed Siamese Cat!

27. WHAT KIND IS IT?

Kind of what?

28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
yeah, I guess I would. I'm Masochist enough to want that...

29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
by not telling them at all. (TORPE!!!!!)

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
7. Is this relevant?

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Blondes who dye their hair black!

32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN TEXT?

09064916852. Popoy's Grill!!!!! (Langyang Ad Posting yan!)

33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
silent treatments. spa treatments are better.

34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?
Noya...

35. YOUR WEAKNESS?
Lipoprivic Hunger

37. FIRST JOB?
Bagger sa Avon Batangas.

38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Yah. HAHAHAHHA

40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
No addition please... multiplication.... pwede pa... (analyze well)

41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
I like the number 100. (x3 is 300!!!!)

42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Nothing.

43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
I would have been the one to illegalize it.

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?

(nek nek niyo yung sumagot ng "family" o "friends" o "my honeypooh") Wii!!!!!

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
One child. I also want to be a single parent. I also want to get married. So... I want my wife to die? (isip isip)

46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No.

47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
Not anymore... Iost faith in stars...

48. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS MORNING?
go to school.

49. WHAT DID YOU LAST EAT?
crackers.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

sometimes when I write cute-ly (WHAT!! THAT'S NOT A WORD!!!).

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
meat talaga ha... wow... LUNCH MEAT!!!

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Hmm... my white Dominican Habit is quite frayed...

53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MUSIC?
MOST EMBARRASING MUSIC!!!!! WOW!!!! GRAMMAGE AND USING!!!

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
If I were another person, the current I wouldn't exist.

55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
ya, who doesnt.

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Unfortunately so... Or so society says.....

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
Well, due to an unfortunate accident involving Gamma rays and other shit, when I get mad, I turn into a huge green monster who grunts incessantly.

58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?

I haven't bought it yet.

59. EVER BEEN DRUNK?
Yah.

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Lego rin......................

61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
52. I'm pathetic.

62.IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW WHERE WOULD YOU BE?

Exploring my unconscious.

63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
ay, hindi. GRABE, NEVER! I'm ssssoooooo NOT sarcastic!

64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?

ano yun? reunion ng mga Mojako?

65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
In a girl... I look for two X chromsomes. For guy, I look for one Y chromosome.

66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
Mic. Mickey. Mikee. Cabuts. Mike. Joe. Sid. (I'm thinking of changing to 'Seph in Grad SChool... whacha think?)

70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Choco Blanc

72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR(S)?
Blue, white, Black, and Gold

73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
My Tidy Pillow :'( why'd you leave me Tidy...

74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
NONE! My Dentist ate is ASTOUNDED!

75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
sure, why not.

76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?
Keyboard clacking.

77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?
Fizz (doesn't sound wholesome but..)

78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Iris ata...

79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Girl pala sila?

80. THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?
Boston

81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?

Cockies (my little term for roaches.)

82. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S)?
Vodka... yah...

83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN
Virgo. I want to weep with you.

84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
Sepak Tekraw. Nah, Tennis.

85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
Black

86. EYE COLOR?
black

87. HEIGHT?
5"5.5'

88. FAVORITE ANIMAL?
Bengal Tiger

89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)?
December

90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?

Yup

91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?

The complete collection of Urbandub videos....


92. FAVORITE DAY(s) OF THE YEAR?
Jan 1.

94. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter.

95. KISSES OR HUGS?
Hugs.

96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
One Night Relationships.

97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?
A book. It's ALWAYS a book.

98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Veronica.

99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Ther Origin of Species by Charles Darwin (Lalim no?)

100. ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
God and my mother love me :'(

100 questions (Jayme, 2007)

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
On the back of my right hand. Boiling spaghetti sauce I was making made dapo my hand.

2. WHATS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
A 101 Dalmatians poster, a poster of a painting br Amorsolo, a poster of Batman and Robin, and my picture as an 8 year old.

3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
I forgot the model... Nokia... fliptop... silver... the whole thing is reflective, so it serves as a mirror as well.

4 WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
most kinds except anything from 1920-1969, Heavy Metal, and demonic crap.

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
5:55 P.M.

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Abs.

7. WHOM DO YOU MISS?
my Grade 6 Psyche

8. WHAT is/are YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S?

I don't know...

9. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?

Saggicorn or Capritarius

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
In Divisoria I do.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
I'm scared of badly constructed sentences like yours.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
THE LIT BITCH!

13. WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?

Vanilla Brown Suger B&BW

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Hair - black

Eyes - black

15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?
In my house while I'm cooking dinner.

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?
POCARI SWEAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
Mozza........ *drool*

18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Hmm... Garlic Shrimp Pizza....

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
My Mader.

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
Baby Clothes... DUH.

22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?
Like? What a vague emotion...

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?


24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
Bench. I'm a Filiphile.

25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Beetle 2001... old I know but... THAT is a car....

26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?
Kismet, the one eyed Siamese Cat!

27. WHAT KIND IS IT?

Kind of what?

28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
yeah, I guess I would. I'm Masochist enough to want that...

29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
by not telling them at all. (TORPE!!!!!)

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
7. Is this relevant?

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Blondes who dye their hair black!

32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN TEXT?

09064916852. Popoy's Grill!!!!! (Langyang Ad Posting yan!)

33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
silent treatments. spa treatments are better.

34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?
Noya...

35. YOUR WEAKNESS?
Lipoprivic Hunger

37. FIRST JOB?
Bagger sa Avon Batangas.

38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
Yah. HAHAHAHHA

40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
No addition please... multiplication.... pwede pa... (analyze well)

41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
I like the number 100. (x3 is 300!!!!)

42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
Nothing.

43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
I would have been the one to illegalize it.

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?

(nek nek niyo yung sumagot ng "family" o "friends" o "my honeypooh") Wii!!!!!

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
One child. I also want to be a single parent. I also want to get married. So... I want my wife to die? (isip isip)

46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No.

47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
Not anymore... Iost faith in stars...

48. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS MORNING?
go to school.

49. WHAT DID YOU LAST EAT?
crackers.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

sometimes when I write cute-ly (WHAT!! THAT'S NOT A WORD!!!).

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
meat talaga ha... wow... LUNCH MEAT!!!

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Hmm... my white Dominican Habit is quite frayed...

53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MUSIC?
MOST EMBARRASING MUSIC!!!!! WOW!!!! GRAMMAGE AND USING!!!

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
If I were another person, the current I wouldn't exist.

55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
ya, who doesnt.

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Unfortunately so... Or so society says.....

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
Well, due to an unfortunate accident involving Gamma rays and other shit, when I get mad, I turn into a huge green monster who grunts incessantly.

58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?

I haven't bought it yet.

59. EVER BEEN DRUNK?
Yah.

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Lego rin......................

61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
52. I'm pathetic.

62.IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW WHERE WOULD YOU BE?

Exploring my unconscious.

63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
ay, hindi. GRABE, NEVER! I'm ssssoooooo NOT sarcastic!

64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?

ano yun? reunion ng mga Mojako?

65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
In a girl... I look for two X chromsomes. For guy, I look for one Y chromosome.

66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
Mic. Mickey. Mikee. Cabuts. Mike. Joe. Sid. (I'm thinking of changing to 'Seph in Grad SChool... whacha think?)

70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Choco Blanc

72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR(S)?
Blue, white, Black, and Gold

73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?
My Tidy Pillow :'( why'd you leave me Tidy...

74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
NONE! My Dentist ate is ASTOUNDED!

75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
sure, why not.

76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?
Keyboard clacking.

77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?
Fizz (doesn't sound wholesome but..)

78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Iris ata...

79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Girl pala sila?

80. THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?
Boston

81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?

Cockies (my little term for roaches.)

82. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK(S)?
Vodka... yah...

83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN
Virgo. I want to weep with you.

84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
Sepak Tekraw. Nah, Tennis.

85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
Black

86. EYE COLOR?
black

87. HEIGHT?
5"5.5'

88. FAVORITE ANIMAL?
Bengal Tiger

89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)?
December

90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?

Yup

91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?

The complete collection of Urbandub videos....


92. FAVORITE DAY(s) OF THE YEAR?
Jan 1.

94. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter.

95. KISSES OR HUGS?
Hugs.

96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
One Night Relationships.

97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?
A book. It's ALWAYS a book.

98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Veronica.

99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Ther Origin of Species by Charles Darwin (Lalim no?)

100. ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
God and my mother love me :'(

Ultimatum

To: The Offices of Operational Affairs, Michael's Motor and Association Cortices, Michael's Body, Manila, Philippines; The Office of Memory, Michael's Hippocampus, Michael's Body, Manila, Philippines

CC: Office of the Id, Michael's Amygdala, Michael's Body, Manila, Philippines; Office of the Superego, Michael's Frontal Cortex, Michael's Body, Manila, Philippines

From: The Central Fight-Flight-Freeze Office, and the Decision Making Office, Prefrontal Cortex, Michael's Body, Manila, Philippines

Please be informed that a major restructuring will occur beginning the waking hours of November 23, 2007 Current Circadian Rhythm. Such changes are:

a. As per request by the Office of the Superego, we are temorarily ceasing all activities of the Id in relation to outbursts of undersublimated unconscious desires as the office's overactivity seems to be damaging the Office of the Superego. The Id will be closed until repairs have been made in the Superego, and a strict screening process will further forth be applied on all matters of the Id Office. The Office of the Ego will thereon mitigate in a stricter manner between the Offices of the Id and Superego.

b. As per request of the Renal and Adipose Offices, Lipoprivic Hunger signals will be denied compliance.

c. The body will over the period of one month, from November 23rd to December 23rd CCR, undergo a major diet change that all bodily aspects must be made aware of. The CFFFO and DMO are then instructing the Memory Office in the Hippocampus and the Superego Office to remind the conscious Ego to strictly follow the applied diet changes. Also, all Association Cortices are to label any type of food beyond the bounds to be expounded later in the letter as "Bad." The new diet change will be entitled "Pesci Vegetarianism." Hippocampus, please also remind the left hemisphere of the Cerebrum to search archives for possible etymological meanings. The only acceptible foods to be taken in the next month are as follows:

Vegetables

Fish

Dairy

Eggs

-end-

Thank you for continuing to let Michael live. This new dietary change is only on trial basis in the time I have abovementioned. Possible continuation may follow depending on the sucess of the said dietary change. The rationale behind said dietary change is strictly Psychological, as a test of whether the Office of Willpower is still fully functional. Thank you again for your cooperation.

The Highday of Fish Fillet

The cat came in the door and told me she was hungry. I said I was too busy to feed her now but I would in a few minutes. She suggested we order delivery instead. I told her to order for the both of us, and I gave her a 500 Php bill. She said I'd have to make the call since she can't do so because of her lack of opposable thumbs. I sighed and made the call to 8MCDO. I ordered a double cheese burger, and she ordered a fish fillet burger. Milkshake for her too. What a demanding cat she is... While eating her dinner at my foot side, she shared her thoughts on the recent security lapses in the metro, and she said that the reason why our security is so pathetic is because they still insist on having dogs as an integral part of security. She said cats would be more practical. I sighed and didn't bother to argue with her that night.

This Will Be Scandalous... THES 2007 is Out

...yet not a peep from anyone... the top 200 is publicly out... and the 201-500...

http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/overall_rankings/rankings_401_500/

This only gives the scores... the ranked list (done by someone in PEx) is...

http://pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=322034&page=2

uhm... for info's sake only... don't bash me yet...

Theo is God

I just discovered that if I die now, I'm going straight to hell. What's special about my discovering so is that my grade school religion teachers are as much a part of my descent to hell as Satan. Theology should be taught by Theologians, not math teachers who think they know God.

I'm guessing that Theology classes here are unlike all else... I won't bother comparing.

PSt11 F 1800-2100 SECLEC A Baldemor, Leandro E 10 6

note: This is how all the repressed sexual energy manifests itself. It's sublimation in one of it's best forms. This is a pun btw, just making sure none of you prudes take it seriously.

PSt11 Introduction to Provocation in Still Photography

Maybe it wasn't one of my best Ideas. I needed an elective, and the Communications department had only this class available for electives. It's a photography elective, just as I had hoped to get, but when I discovered that Leandro Baldemor was to teach the class, I started to doubt my choice.

PSt11 F 1800-2100 SECLEC A Baldemor, Leandro E 10 6

The class was from 6 in the evening to 9 at night. How were we supposed to study Photography without sunlight? The Comm. department secretary told me that it was a very practical class, dealing more with actual film work than the theoretical study of it. I then assumed that most of our photography work would be done on our own time, with sir Baldemor to critique and give tips on photography during class time. What degree of skill does Leandro Baldemor have in Photography anyway? The first day of PSt11 class finally arrived. I had been waiting patiently in a nearby coffee house, anxious for my photography class to start. I entered the lecture hall, and saw that there were only 5 of us in the room. It was odd when I thought about it, that our class was given the biggest lecture hall in the university, but according to the class description, it was limited to only 10 students a semester. What an extremely extravagant waste of space. Leandro Baldemor then entered the room. "Good evening class, welcome to PSt11 Introduction to Provocation in Still Photography, or as it is more widely called, Porn Star 101. I am Mr. Leandro Baldemor. You may know me from a number of films I did under Seiko Films. I will be your instructor for this semester. Over the course of 13 weeks we will tackle the hows and whys of posing for porn shots. Each of you students will learn all the skills necessary to be excellent red light thespians. This course is very practical. We will have photo shoots every week, at the last two hours of each class. The first hour will be spent critiquing last week's work via a focused group discussion, and also discussing a light theoretical subject related to the course. At the end of the semester, each student should have compiled 13 works of pornographic art. This is to be your portfolio. This course is a prerequisite to PSt12 Introduction to Provocation in Short Films. Consultation hours are by appointment, and during Saturdays from 10A.M.-12P.M. in the set of GMA's Marimar. Are there any questions?" I was dumbfounded.

It's a Chivas Life

This is gonna be brief :)

Wednesday:

woke up- 1000 A.M.

started Lauren's party- 830 P.M.

Thursday:

stopped drinking- 300 A.M.

arrived at Alfy's condo- 315 A.M.

slept- 530 A.M.

woke up- 900 A.M.

went home- 945 A.M.

returned to Robinson's Midtown- 330 P.M.

went up to Alfy's condo- 400 P.M.

playstation- 430 P.M.

dinner- 800 P.M.

Friday:

moviemarathon- 1200 A.M.

food shopping- 230 A.M.

cooking- 245 A.M.

breakfast- 330 A.M.

slept- 400 A.M.

woke up- 1000 A.M.

PGH viewing- 1200 P.M.

harutan- 100 P.M.

went home- 300 P.M.

Thursday night sleepers:

Mary, Lauren, Alfy, and I.

Friday night sleepers:

Mary Meg, Alfy, and I.

The Bedans were surprisingly fun... I always thought our HS group would be alienated by the Bedans, but they were uber fun... I wanna join them again sometime.

I miss hard drinks... Chivas... and C2(?)

Belated Bday Lauren! Loves ya!

2nd Term Sked (since everyone's posting theirs na rin...)

MW

1130-1230 Theo121 Inroduction to Doing a Catholic Theology (Aguas)

130-230 Philo102 Philosophy of the Human Person 2 (Soh)

TTh

900-1030 Psy103 Developmental Psychology (Dunno)

1030- 1200 Psy104 Personality (Dunno)

1200-130 Psy109.1 Psychological Testing Lecture (Ty)

Sa

830-1230 Psy109.2 Psychological Testing Laboratory (Ty)

To Tito Jaime (JAZdA)

Tito Jaime,

Hi tito. I heard about what happened to your mall the other day. I know it must have come as a shock, and I know you must be hurting right now, but I have to tell you that this is somewhat your fault as well. I know you'r busy all the time, but if you had even bothered to take a look at the situation of your mall, you would have realized that it was only a matter of time until something like that would have happened. Your security personnel don't even check our bags anymore. They take a peek inside, then just let us pass. I could have a hand grenade in the inner recesses of my school bag, and no one would be able to tell. In your defense, you did put up metal detectors, but you forgot to put metal detectors in all entrances. In a way, it was your fault. 8 people died. 8 people who could have somehow changed the world. You allowed terrorism to instill fear in our hearts, and you also allowed grief to take our joy away. Your hand was supposed to guide our country to a better future. This time, you let your country down. You let me down. I do still love you tito Jaime, and I will continue to support your endeavors. Please don't break our hearts again.

Love,

Michael.

P.S.

I went to your new mall, "Trinoma" the other day! I loved it!

How To Fall In Love in 25 Steps (a pseudo-sonnet inspired by Thea)

First, stand at a corridor corner.

Second, pick a random hot guy that's walking your way.

Third, assess properly. He may not be as hot as he seems.

Fourth, if he passes your standards, then get yourself ready.

Fifth, as he is about to cross you, fake a trip.

Sixth, grab his crotch to maintain balance.

Seventh, get up, but do not yet let go of his crotch.

Eighth, Suddenly let go and stare at his face, while screaming profuse apologies.

Ninth, say that you are embarrassed.

Tenth, he will smile at you and say that it's okay.

Eleventh, ask him if he's sure, and apologize again.

Twelfth, introduce yourself.

Thirteenth, he introduces himself.

Fourteenth, say again that you're sorry, then say you'll see him around.

Fifteenth, gather information on him.

Sixteenth, stalk him.

Seventeenth, accidentally pass by him.

Eighteenth, say hi and awkwardly apologize for the crotch incident in a whisper.

Nineteenth, he laughs and says that it really is okay.

Twentieth, start a conversation.

Twenty First, keep bumping into him.

Twenty Second, keep having conversations.

Twenty Third, become friends.

Twenty Fourth, he falls in love with you.

Twenty Fifth, you fall in love too.

How To Fall In Love in 25 Steps (a pseudo-sonnet inspired by Thea)

First, stand at a corridor corner.

Second, pick a random hot guy that's walking your way.

Third, assess properly. He may not be as hot as he seems.

Fourth, if he passes your standards, then get yourself ready.

Fifth, as he is about to cross you, fake a trip.

Sixth, grab his crotch to maintain balance.

Seventh, get up, but do not yet let go of his crotch.

Eighth, Suddenly let go and stare at his face, while screaming profuse apologies.

Ninth, say that you are embarrassed.

Tenth, he will smile at you and say that it's okay.

Eleventh, ask him if he's sure, and apologize again.

Twelfth, introduce yourself.

Thirteenth, he introduces himself.

Fourteenth, say again that you're sorry, then say you'll see him around.

Fifteenth, gather information on him.

Sixteenth, stalk him.

Seventeenth, accidentally pass by him.

Eighteenth, say hi and awkwardly apologize for the crotch incident in a whisper.

Nineteenth, he laughs and says that it really is okay.

Twentieth, start a conversation.

Twenty First, keep bumping into him.

Twenty Second, keep having conversations.

Twenty Third, become friends.

Twenty Fourth, he falls in love with you.

Twenty Fifth, you fall in love too.

Commentary on One Day

One weird day deserves a post.

Last Wednesday was one of those days that you don't really know why they happen. It's not a stressful day, it's not a happy day, but rather, it was one of those days wherein I seemed to have fallen down a rabbit hole, and Wonderland looks exactly like reality. The whole of Wednesday felt like a trip down the Yellow Brick Road.

I felt like Gilgamesh, seeking the gods' realm.

It was my Experimental Psychology Lecture final exam, and I had arrived at the venue 5 minutes late. The testing room was at the third floor of Faura Hall. Although the building is the oldest and most decrepit of all the University's Halls, it housed the most modern and technologically savvy departments, namely the Information Systems and Computer Science Department, and the Department of Physics. The room which was the site of my final exam, had windows on three out of the four walls. I, being late, took the only available seat, adjacent to the largest window in the room. As I was taking the test, I could hear the birds chirping, perched on a swaying tree branch a good 5 inches from my face. I then noticed that a bird was staring at me, as if saying "What a curious creature." I then stared back, and for the first time in my life, I had locked eyes with a bird. The test was rather easy, and the perspiration beading on my forehead was stunted by the cool October breeze. I finished my test, and then got up to submit my paper. I glanced upon my classmates who were still busy scribbling frantically. None of them had yet finished the exam. Some of them looked up and stared at me with quizzical expressions on their faces, and I replied with a quizzical expression on mine. As I exited Faura Hall, I though that maybe my questionnaire had missing pages or some other sort of technical misdeed, but the proctor did check my answer sheet before signalling me permission to leave.

Ten minutes had passed since I exited Faura Hall, and I was now staring at the overpass I was to cross to get to my post final relaxation hub. The hub is on the other side of Katipunan Avenue, directly opposite gate 2.5 of the University. Most people call the hub "National Bookstore." I call it "Home." I bought a graphic novel with what little was left of my weekly allowance. The novel was one that not most people know about, and one that even those who know about it won't bother buying it. I had bought chapter 14 of Tsubasa Chronicles, also known as Chronicle of the Wings. I was browsing through the novel's pages, when suddenly a generic Katipunan child-beggar pulled at the scruff of my shirt. "Penge barya," he said. He was asking for alms. He continued the monotonous chanting of "Penge barya" for a few seconds until I replied that I had run out of coins to give, which was true. He then looked at the cover of what I had been reading. A smile then formed on his face. "Alam ko yan!" He said he knew what I was reading. "Napapanood ko yan sa bahay! Nasa Animax yan e!" He narrated to me how he loved watching the serialized version of the comic book on TV. This struck me as odd. It was uncanny how a child, who persistently begs for alms, is able to watch a TV show shown only on a cable channel which is only available to a cable network which charges 500 Pesos or more a month for service per television set. He has to beg for food, but he is able to watch cable TV in his own home. I stared at him, dumbfounded for a few more moments, before finally shrugging off, and proceeding to make my way home.

I had disembarked from the train I had ridden to get home, and I was waiting then along the infamous Rizal Avenue. Hordes of Jeepneys were racing madly on the road, and the surreal blur of a thousand colors, and odd sounding horns was giving me a migraine. The stoplight then turned red, and suddenly, all was at peace. While the Jeepneys were frozen by the red light, I decided to start looking for a Jeepney that would take me home. I looked at their front windows, where their destinations are posted, and I found one which would pass by my neighborhood. I then proceeded to ask the driver where the Jeep was headed, just to make sure. "Saan ho papunta?" "Quiapo City Hall," was his reply. I had no chance to board the Jeepney since the light had turned green. I now have such contempt for that color. I pondered on the Jeepney driver's reply, "Quiapo City Hall." Quiapo, which is another of Manila's infamous areas was on the other side of the city, and Manila's City Hall was in yet another corner of the city. He had either said that his Jeepney would travel from one end of the city to another, or that Quiapo is now it's own city, with it's own city hall. Either way, the signs on his front window were lying. The Jeepney would not have taken me home. I stood there, where the Jeepney had left me, thinking of how odd the day had proceeded. I decided then to eat my lunch before proceeding home.

As I ate my Siopao in 7-11, I remembered the incident in the 1970's where the Chinese restaurant Mamon Luk was supposedly using white cats in it's Siopao. They had supposedly found a sack of cat heads in their trash. I took a bite of my Siopao and imagined how they would have ground the cats, and how they had skinned the cats. If I were the person in charge of skinning the cats, I would be furious. Skinning cats is not easy.

I was finally able to take a Jeepney home. It was a long tiring ride, due mostly to the fact that although Jeepneys travel 40 Kph at most, it feels like you're travelling 100 Kph. Jeepneys always give me the feeling of wanting to vomit. We had come to stop at a red light near the National Museum. A shirtless 10 year old then boarded the Jeep, with two dirty towels in hand. He scanned everyone inside the Jeep, and then knelt on the Jeep's floor and started scrubbing at everyone's shoes. Most people didn't mind the kid, who just proceeded to scrub away, indifferent to the looks he was receiving from the Jeep's passenger population. He stopped when he got to my feet. I was wearing slippers, and had just gotten a foot soak. He took a second to reflect on what he was to do in times of slipper wear. I half expected him to take out a "Shoe Cleaner's Handbook." He then shrugged his shoulders and began to scrub my foot. He even took extra care in scrubbing my toe nails. I stared, mortified at the fact that a shirtless 10 year old was scrubbing my clean foot with a rag that was used to clean hundreds of filthy shoes. Did he even wash the rag after each scrubbing day? Did he store the rag in a hygienic place? Did he use it to wipe his ass? I pulled my foot back, and he put his rags in his back pocket. He sat down on the empty space beside me and put his hand out in front of me, as if demanding payment for his blatant mutilation of my foot. I stared back with eyebrows raised. He quickly then leaped up and jumped off the Jeep. Post-facto, I stared at my once clean foot which had now been buffed with the microbes of a hundred soles. I expected my foot to turn violet and fall from gangrene at any given moment. Thankfully, it stayed on.

I got to my neighborhood safely, and I glanced at my foot one last time before getting off the Jeep. "I had a weird day," I said to myself. "Everyone has to hear of it."

P.S. I got an 87 in my exam.

The Semesteral Post of Gratitude

The Academe:

Mr. David Puen: Thank you for allowing me a chance to relive my only sporting passion...even if for only a brief period in time. I learned most importantly under your arm that not all passions are to be actively lived out, and that my passion would only add to the mediocrity that need not be fostered.

Mr. Renan Prado: I was afraid of you. I could not even approach you. I respected you the most. Thank you for your passion. You may love the language you teach, but with you, I learned that what makes a good teacher isn't that they are passionate about what they teach; but rather, they are passionate about who they teach. It isn't just about the course content. It's more importantly about people.

Mrs. Gilda Lopez: Your patience above all else should be commended. Thank you for all the chances. You understand the need of time.

Mr. Andrew Soh: You revealed to me the errors of my past as a thinker. Thank you for all the discoveries I had encountered in your class. With you I learned the most I had ever in a 3 unit class. Most importantly I learned from you that my being is not mine alone. It belongs to no one, and thusly be used for everyone's benefit.

Dr. Manuel Cuenca: "What I hoped you've learned over the past sem is the skills needed to survive in the real world. Harkwork, and taking responsibility are all I hope you will remember from taking this class." Thank You.

Mr. Weevens Ty: Scrutiny and a sense of Obsessive-Compulsion in our research is the most useful trait I have learned from you. From you I have learned all I have to know to survive the life of paperwork that lies ahead of me. You gave me a flashlight, in a cave with no light.

The Ateneans:

Drew, Mark, and the Tennis people: I would like to thank you all as well, because you indulged my competitiveness. You guys made a semester of Tennis worthwhile.

The Senior AB EU students in Spanish Class: Thank you for guiding me step by step through every lesson I didn't understand. You guys will make perfect diplomats someday.

Lis, Dee, Daph, Kurt, Dan, Erica, Crissy, and Luigi: I was a stat prat, and I know it. You guys kept me sane and functioning all through my 4th stat class. Thanks to those who opened up, and shared my paranoia, and also, thanks for being such a cool seatmate Lis. Thanks everyone also for supporting me even through my hazy times... I learned a bit about responsibility because of you all, and I also learned that chances are important.

Ael, Aries, and my other Ph101 neighbors: Aries, thanks for indulging my insanity. Thanks also to my neighbors for the mini discussions, and for answering my clarificatory questions. Discussions are best done with multiple persons.

Xans, Xan's boys, and the 60 other Physiopsych people: Thanks for sharing my grief :p We'll get through this. We worked our best. We learned that not all can be geniuses.

Tet, Patrick, DJ, and all the other Expep classmates: We weren't all that close because as a class we were required to separate into multiple independent groups (nyer...) but I could tell you guys had fun :) Sorry to Tet and Patrick for my lateness in most cases. I learned from you guys that Psychology is more than just theories and therapy. Psychology is life.

Congrats Archers Lunch

Had lunch with Thea and Sanny in Taft to pseudo-celebrate DLSU's win.

If Sanny doesn't want any more supershakes, then she can burn her intestinal lining all she wants :p

Anyway though... Swepsteaks is getting on my nerves... the food is soo.... konti. If it weren't for the supershakes, we wouldn't have been happy at all... grrr sweepsteaks... IBALIK ANG SHAKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeng wan't there 'coz of her monthsary happy day (to be spent in backrooms and movie houses *winkwink**nudgenudge*) I miss you orgee people :) although I get to see you guys at least twice a week, it isn't enough... :( Nothing much... just rambling... oh, and to those who have deviantart, check me out. You know my name :p

Looking Forward to What May Come

I hope things turn out for the better next semester, since this sem was a bit chaotic... I'm finding my way through grope by grope, and I hope there will be enough light to actually see where I'm going next time. I have a lot of people to be thankful for, and some I need to apologize to (no not you).

I'm looking forward to my ACED involvements, since I know we can reform public education... all we need is patience and perseverance. With Gloria's appointment of Fr. Nebres as Chairman of the Presidential Coordinating Task Force on Education, and ACED being his organizational arm, we were ensured a fulfilling year ahead of us. There are so many projects to join... which to start with?

I'm looking forward to my academic subjects as well... Philo will always be THE intellectually orgasmic subject of the sem. Developmental Psychology and Personality promise to make my sem interesting, and my Psychological Testing class will probably kill me. I'm starting my Theology classes as well... That means perpetual debating at the dinner table with abuelo...

It's days like these when I realize we can change the world.

It's the day after today that I begin to work for tomorrow.

Sabawness...

In memory of Nikki's conversation with me. >.<

Stop sniffing that! What is that, para kang nagdrudrugs or something...

No, I still like rugby better.

Theres a new designer drug out now, really popular, printer tonic!

Nah, I like pentel pens better. Castell though, Artline sucks.

I don't remember the actual conversation, but it webnt something like that...

The Last Day of Class

Finally, I've reached that lovely time again... Finals, here we come...

I have to cook a Spanish "Cake" tom...

and I have to sing Eres Tu....

yipee...

and I have to wear a wine pressor costume...

A Retraction of the Past Two Years

I had once said that if there was one thing I would never fail to give thanks for in my La Sallian experience, it would be the people of La Salle, whether they directly affected me, or not.

I retract that.

Your inanities deserve no respect. To whoever made those t-shirts that directly insulted players from other teams, I suggest you repeat your Orient1 and RELS subjects. To those who blatantly insulted certain bloggers for posting a rants which were explicitly labelled as either hate posts, with their sub-occuring apology clauses, or non-directional posts, I suggest you review your ENGLTWO. To those who cheered when their players commited blatant physical attacks on other players, your sadism will be your defeat. Gloat all you want about absolutely anything that you can hold on to. Hold on to your THES-QS, your professors won it for you, so don't dare claim it as your victory. Hold on to your sports victories, for you may win the trophy this year, but you've just lost your school the respect of millions. You've just lost your school my respect. Keep your Animo, I have enough of Religio, Mores and Cultura to keep my La Sallian within living.

You have my disgust.

I then wonder how you can still muster the audacity to say "Live, Jesus in our hearts forever." Your patron died in the spirit of service through education, by uplifting the human spirit. Your actions directly attack the human person.

I am more a La Sallian than you will ever be.

I now choose what to respect in my La Sallian experience. My general respect is long gone.

What's a sub-occuring apology clause? This:

Rant Post... Not meant to offend anyone in any way, just a reminder of how inane people can be when adrenalin overdosed. Blatant personal insults are the epitomy of lowness. It just pains me to see anyone sink so low.

IGOROT SPEAKS ENGLISH!!!! HWAW!!!!

I recently just discovered that the northern provinces have a higher english proficiency rate than Metro Manila... Well I was surprised that when I was englesh espokening with my mohder en da La Trinidad (Benguet) Publeek Mahrket, the Strawberry lady replied in perfect english... So, that's one more reason for me to love the North even more :) GO ENGLISH SPEAKING IGOROT!!!

PS... what this says is true... since our English Proficiency rate is high, and we have a HUGE population... there ARE more english speakers here than in Britain.

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I fall on my knees, and offer up my SWORD all praise to my God, AM+DG