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.

+

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

Sanctus

Benedictus, benedictus qui venit

in nomine benedictus,

in nomine

Domini

Sanctus dominus deus sabaoth

pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua

Sanctus dominus deus sabaoth

pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua

The Color Test (Datu, 2007)

Unwilling to extend himself or exert undue effort (with the possible exception of sexual activity). Feels that further progress requires more from him than he is willing or able to give. Would prefer reasonable comfort and security rather than the rewards of greater ambition.

Wishes to be independent, unhampered, and free from any limitation or restriction, other than those which he imposes of himself or by his own choice and decision.

Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. The situation is preventing him from establishing himself, but he feels he must make the best of things as they are.

Hopes that ties of affection and good-fellowship will bring release and contentment. His own need for approval makes him ready to be of help to others and in exchange he wants warmth and understanding. Open to new ideas and possibilities which he hopes will prove fruitful and interesting.

Feels restricted and prevented from progressing; seeking a solution which will remove these limitations.

Mr. Abodiles Concert :D

FW: OCTOBER 5, 2007 SAVE THE DATE GUYS. IT'LL BE THE DATE FOR THE LITTLE PRINCE :: A BENEFIT CONCERT FOR MR. EDGAR ABODILES. OUR FORMER ENGLISH TEACHER FROM CSA-MAKATI. AUGUSTINIANS! YOU ARE ALL WELCOME TO OUR ALMA MATER ON THIS DATE. BRING YOUR FRIENDS! >JAM WITH ANGULO, KALA, KASTIGO AND MANY MORE! >SHOW STARTS AT 5PM AT THE CSA GYMNASIUM, COLEGIO SAN AGUSTIN - MAKATI, DASMARINAS VILLAGE. >TICKETS ARE AT 200. HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE! SPREAD THE WORD

P.S.

He was never my teacher, but I admired him the most (if not second to Ms. Reyes) of all those in the english department, because of his english skills. He was the epitomy of my english loving persona.

ANIMO!

We're here

to REPOSSESS

the

ANIMO!

We're here

to REPOSSESS

the

Greco-Roman-Manilan

I imagine that Cupid would be like him.

If Cupid were a porn star.

The Tree in the Woods

Daphne,

are you in these woods?

I know your pain of loving

a god.

It's more the longing

than the curse.

Spanish mini Orals

You know me... I'm a pretty nice guy. I'm initially nice to everyone at day one... well not that nice, but I'm not a total asswipe... anyway... mg mini orals partner sat in front of me, and I said hi. She then preceeded to say 5 words. Then I realized that this wasn't gonna be easy. WHAT A BITCH. She's just like my old lit professor from 2nd sem... BITCH.

Survey! (Alcober, 2007)

40 secrets about yourself.
be honest no matter what.

[one] what is your natural hair color?
[honestly] >> black

[two] where was your default picture
taken?
[honestly] >> sa (now defunct) Shakey's La Salle.

[three] what's your middle name?
[honestly] >> Porter

[four] your current relationship
status?
[honestly] >> Single, and in love with myself.

[five] does your crush like you back?
[honestly] >> Yes, I LOVE myself.

[six] what is your current mood?
[honestly] >> Mediocre

[seven] what color underwear are you
wearing?
[honestly] >> green

[eight] what makes you happy?
[honestly] >> Julie's buco pandan pie >.<

[ten] if you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?
[honestly] >> Babalik akong grade 1 at uulit ako ng buhay ko.

[eleven] if you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?
[honestly] >> una agila...

[twelve] ever had a near death experience?
[honestly] >> nah... not hoping...

[thirteen] something you do a lot?
[honestly] >> mope.... EMO

[fourteen] the song stuck in your head?
[honestly] >> Regine's "You Made Me Stronger (by breaking my heart)"

[fifteen] who did you copy and paste
this from?
[honestly] >> Karen Alcober

[sixteen] name someone with the same birthday as you?
[honestly] >> Ludwig Van Beethoven

[seventeen] when was the last time you cried?
[honestly] >> kaninang umaga... GINISING AKO NG 530!!! PAMBIHIRA!

[eighteen] have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
[honestly] >> yes, with a whole choir :D

[nineteen] if you could have one super power what would it be?
[honestly] >> read minds

[twenty] what's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
[honestly] >> babae pala sila!

[twenty-one] what do you usually order from starbucks?
[honestly] >> Mango Juice >.<

[twenty-two] what's your biggest secret?
[honestly] >> SECRET

[twenty-three] favorite colors?
[honestly] >> blue, white, and gold.

[twenty-five] do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
[honestly] >> yah...

[twenty-six] what are you eating or drinking at the moment?
[honestly] >> saliva?

[twenty-seven] do you speak any other language?
[honestly] >> english, filipino, y un poco espanol

[twenty-eight] what's your favorite smell?
[honestly] >> Vanilla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[twenty-nine] If you could describe your life in one word what would it be?
[honestly] >> brilliant, pure... nyahahah

[thirty] when was the last time you gave/received a hug?
[honestly] sa unan ko pwede?

[thirty-one] have you ever kissed in the rain?
[honestly] >> Habang umuulan sa labas pwede?

[thirty-two] what are u thinking right now?
[honestly] >> ANIMO VL SALLE!!!!

[thirty-three] what should you be doing?
[honestly] >> going to Araneta na...

[thirty-four] what was the last thing that made you upset/angry?
[honestly] >> PHYSIOLOGICAL PSYCHOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thirty-five] how often do you pray?
[honestly] >> not enough

[thirty-six] do you like working in the yard?
[honestly] >> who does?

[thirty-seven] if you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
[honestly] >> Porter. KASI NAMAN T*NGINANG PINOY NA TATAY YAN!!

[thirty-eight] do you act differently around your crush?
[honestly] >> no im myself with myself

[thirty-nine] name one song that reminds you of an ex?
[honestly] >> Makulay ang Buhay pag may Sinabawang Gulay

[forty] who was the last person to make you cry?
[honestly] >> The Pope.

a vida

afraid to go on... need to move forward... it takes a lot of courage to wake up each day to face what's there to face... and some days are harder than others...

Proposal Defense

IVa: Emotional State (2 levels, Anxious and Relaxed)

l“subjective reactions to experience that are associated with physiological and behavioral changes” (Papalia, Olds, and Feldman, 2007)

IVb: Attention (2 levels, Selective and Divided)

lSelective attention – “involves focusing on a specific aspect of experience while ignoring others” (Santrock, 2005)

lDivided attention - involves one’s “[attending] to several things simultaneously” (Santrock, 2005)

DV: Memory

l“the ability to reproduce knowledge from memory” (Papalia, Olds, and Feldman, 2007)

Hypothesis 1: That Emotional State has an effect on Memory

Hypothesis 2: That Attention has an effect on Memory

Hypothesis 3: That Emotional State and Attention has an effect on Memory.

THAT WAS F*CKIN' SCARY MAN!!!

THE HEAD OF THE PSYCH DEPT. WAS OUR PANELIST!

Parody Day 2007 feat. Sanny

Stop

QUACKING

'coz baby,

I

got BACK.

To the Relative and the Friend (Those I Considered Heroes)

To the relative:

You were the hero since my birth. You could do no wrong. You were everyone's savior. You were everyone's sister. You had to go. I said you were off to save the world. I knew you would save the world.

To the friend:

You were the hero since we met. You were strong. You were everyone's defender. You were everyone's friend. You had too fall. You would notb give up the fight. I knew you'd win the fight.

To them all:

You could not save the world.

You could not win the fight.

We prayed for you...

Maybe psychology is more powerful than God.

To the Relative and the Friend (Those I Considered Heroes)

To the relative:

You were the hero since my birth. You could do no wrong. You were everyone's savior. You were everyone's sister. You had to go. I said you were off to save the world. I knew you would save the world.

To the friend:

You were the hero since we met. You were strong. You were everyone's defender. You were everyone's friend. You had too fall. You would notb give up the fight. I knew you'd win the fight.

To them all:

You could not save the world.

You could not win the fight.

We prayed for you...

Maybe psychology is more powerful than God.

Come Graduation 2010

Cabauatan, Michael Joseph Porter

Bachelor of Science major in Psychology, minor in English Literature

Yahoo!!!! I'm just excited to start my Literature majors.

7 years, goodbye.

I won't say goodbye 'coz I hate goodbyes. -Rekha

Hi! howz doing? Hops it's fine, and sorry. -Elvira

Thank You. -Armando

Maligo ka naman. -Angelo

May crush ka ba kay regine? -Lance

Stay fanget. -Raiza

Wag ka magpapadala sa loko nila. -Audrey

What are you doing this summer? -Daphne

Haulomo, Syaulomo -Pacana

Sana next year mas malala ka pa. -Huey

I just drop by to say hi! -Alfredo

Thanks sa mga pinahiram mo sa akin -Kenneth

If ever you change, for the better. -Gladys

See you when I see you -Diane

Kickin' ass? Pain. -Barbie

Don't give up. -Gabby

Remain that way. -Billie

Huwag na huwag mong gagayahin si Pedro. -Migel

Bye packer. -Carlo

My name is What E. Ver. -Ramon

Wassup? -Justin

You'll always be my tomodashi. -Nina

Toodaloo. -Paula

I love you Jeb. -Iris

Pray to God. -Jamaica

Gulo ng gamit mo. -Claudine

Bakit ngayon lang kita nakilala? -Robert

I appreciate it. -Kamille

I'm not in happy mood now e. -Angela

I hope you're like that with others. -Raiza

Become the 1st in the 1st year batch. -Marvin

Always remember to smile. -Bea

Deep kasi. -Sanz

Try not to get below 85 again. -Christian

The Lamentations of C. Joseph Michael (in the fashion of T.S. Elliot) -revised-

He walks the streets in sturdy strides

and keeps his hands upon his sides

a journey of a normal day

of blurs that pass from way to way

his legs turn left, and then a right

then sunshine, that of morning light

he hurries forward, time is fast

but then the hook of those things past

Snow White incarnate then calls my name

the call, warmth of the hearthen flame

though to me she has none a blame

I fear I do not feel the same

And time then stops as names are called

as fears of past wounds he recalled

but not to her a word was said

of wounds or of his heart left dead

he smiles, and waves to say goodbye

though deep inside, a need to cry

has swelled within his heart of glass

and bade her memory cease to pass

Snow White incarnate then calls my name

the call, warmth of the hearthen flame

though to me she has none a blame

I fear I do not feel the same

And on he walks upon his way

his hands upon his sides do stay

with strength to gain from each strong stride

he nods his head, hurt will subside

he reaches then the destined door

he knocks, and opens then once more

inside he peers so he may see

if friends are there, but should not be

Orbs that shatter on the felt

of wasting life, of hearts that melt

of idle time, and loss of guilt

and slipping of young minds to silt

There they are, those who waste time

those who now treat him as a mime

who once were friends, but sunk too fast

simmilarities don't seem to last

they live now in selfish vice

and he in his sorrow cannot suffice

as friend, for friends to them clash orbs as well

and he cannot, and never will

Orbs that shatter on the felt

of wasting life, of hearts that melt

of idle time, and loss of guilt

and slipping of young minds to silt

A million friends they have since made

but he who has since been layed

aside for those who have more use

his heart could take no more abuse

he walks away as he does well

and a need to cry begins to swell

again, who likes to lose a friend

has friendship reached its hollowed end

The end is reached, this I must say

but I too must go way to way

for I, a blur to you, in dismay

must say goodbye. I cannot stay.

Shit Happens...

She called again.

*ring*
*ring*

hello?
hey!
... hi!
whats up?
not much.
really?
you're persistent.
so it seems.
i heard your high school had a reunion, did you go?
it was 300 pax.
ouch, but you didn't answer the question.
no, i didnt.
when was that anyway?
last saturday.
so thats why i saw you in geebelt
*heart sinks at cute pseudo name for fave mall*
geebelt?
yah.
what time?
you were pigging out with some gay people.
*heart sinks at blatant insults on friends*
yeah... yeah...

and more conversation followed. *heart sinks deeper*

sneak preview: The Epic of Apathy

It is said to be just a shell. Without the warmth, without the life, it is nothing more than a carcass.

What of our memories?

What of the soft hands that held mine, or of the hair that grazed my skin with warmth and flowing grace?

They are testimonies. That shell serves as a reminder of things long gone. Every emotion ever felt, every experience with what is now that carcass... If I was not so naive... If I had only tried to remember or even tried to take a second to recollect, I would not have just stood there. I would not have handled the carcass, emotionless, disgusted at the thing, as it was filthy, infested, and rotting. I would have taken it in my arms, and I would relive every sensation, and recall every memory. I would feel the palms that held me, and brought me warmth. I would feel the hair brush on my skin one last time. I would hold our bodies close, carcass to carcass, and find one last stir of warmth. Only for that moment, it is not just a shell. The carcass is a carcass, but to me it should have been more. It was a part of me. I lost myself as I lost what was once in the carcass.

I found love as she died in my arms.

I'm so EMO, I.....

Julz told me to search I'm so emo, I... in yahoo... HILARIOUS RESULTS! some vulgarities... but what the hell...

I'm so emo I could cry.

I'm so emo, I bleed whine.

I'M SO EMO I PUNCHED A CAREBEAR

I'm so emo I know the word for "depressed" in ten different languages

I'm So Emo, I Cry when I Masturbate

I'm So Emo I Shit Nautical Stars!

I'm so emo, I make flowers cry

I'm so emo, I spilled milk, cried, and wrote a song about it

I’m so emo, I cry when I pee.

I'm so emo I hate myself

I'm so emo I vomit tears of blood

I'm so emo; I burn all my food so it's black

I'm so emo I shit razor blades.

I'm so Emo I think I'm gonna die

I'm so emo, I cry stars

I'm So Emo I Shit Eyeliner.

I'm so emo I just cut my finger.

I’m so emo I can rocka hello kitty layout.

I'm so emo I bleed.

I'm so emo I sneeze bats.

I'm so emo I forgot about cutting and just lopped off my hand.

I'm so emo I have power ranger underwear

I’m so emo I wear hairfalls.

I'm so emo, I bleed black.

I'm so emo I cut off my legs!

I'm so emo I cut off my legs!

I'm so emo... I cut my fingernails.

I'm so emo, I ran out of room on my own body and have to cut other people now

I’m so EMO I weep black hair dye

I'm so emo I wear square contacts

I'm so emo I burn Candy Land cards.

I'm so emo; I could laugh the whole day.

I'm so emo I fart stars

I'm so Emo I lubricate with my tears when I masturbate.

I'm so emo I disgust even myself

I'm So Emo, I Can Bend Time

Tagged by Thea and Sanny

You know the rules...
5 weird thing about the taggers, 5 weird things about the tagged, and i tag 5 people.

Ma Teresa Aque:
1. she wears jackets with nothing underneath when nothing fits her :)
2. she buys clothes to be torn anyway...
3. she seems to have no man luck. at all.
4. she cringes at the mention of God.
5. she has 1 million different audible sounds to substitute for actual words in a conversation.

Sanny Joy Oropel:
1. says her manlet's dingdong reaches from bacolod to manila (laki nun)
2. gusto ng dugo at med stuff, pero nung tinanong ko nung 1st year bat di siya nag nursing, sabi niya sellout kasi sila.
3. punk rock nga, pero may hip hop ghetto part na ballerina... na medical pa! so parang anak ni Avril Lavigne, Nelly, Macuja-Elizalde, at House.
4. palagi nalang nawawalan ng blog. p*tang*nang ex na yan.
5. ang may kasalanan kung bakit lumagpak ako ng stat.

Me:
1. Dinidilaan ko ang ice cream. Hindi ko ito kinakain.
2. 2 buwan na hindi nagpapantalon.
3. 3 beses na nawalan ng ID.
4. When I pee, I flush my cubicle, and the cubicles adjacent to me.
5. friends ko si sanny at thea.

I tag:
Ley, Julz, Talitha (ulit), Chan (sige na chan), and Joel (I have no idea why)

The ONLY UNIVERSITY that had class today.

I had to walk through 2 km of knee deep flood water, I got my umbrella broken, and almost slipped a million times on the slippery walkways of the LRT... don't they realize that they cancelled it for a reason... ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE vs. WELLBEING. Whatever happened to student centered education?

What Would You Say if Someone Told You (Puzon, 2007)

-----------what would you say if someone told you----------

1. ang arte mo!
* PANGET KA! >:O

2. mas matalino naman ako sayo!
* K.

3. crush ako ng crush mo?
* Yeah nga eh, I also heard that you sprouted a penis. So go suck yourself nigger. -_-

4. ang bobo mo pala sa math!
* I know, ang bobo mo naman na di mo nalaman yun from the start.

5. bilisan mo naman!
*WAIT LANG!

6. ang taray mo!
* Haha. Panget ka.

7. gusto mo ng away?
* SIGE! LETS GO! UUPUAN KITA! TANGINAMO! :))

8. takot ka ata sakin eh?
* You crazy mother fuck :)

9. mas mahal niya ko!
* Tapos?

10. ang bababa na naman ng mga grades
mo!
* Ang baba naman ng baba mo o_o;;

----------what would you say if your parents told you---------

1. wag ka magpagabi ah.
* Kay mommy. :/

2 buti pa yang kapatid mo ang sipag magaral.
* Siya yun eh. Di ko kasalanan wala siyang friends. -_-;;

3. matulog ka ng maaga.
* Hahahahaha. K.

4. maglinis ka ng bahay, maghugas ka ng pinggan at magdilig ka ng halaman.
* Bea nalang -_-

5. mag-aral ka ng mabuti ha?
* Kay.

6. nung kasing tanda mo ko ang baon ko piso lang!
* Mom, were in America kaythanks :|

7.pagsinabi kong hindi pwede, hindi pwede..
* MOMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! :(

------------what would you say if your teacher told you----------

1. bagsak ka na naman!
*HAHAHA! MARUNONG KA MAG TAGALOG??! EH DI SANA MAS NAINTINDIHAN KO TINUTURO MO!! EH DI SANA DI AKO BAGSAK! -_-

2. ibabagsak kita sa major subject mo!
*Bakit?

4. late ka na naman!
*Si Mommy eh.. -_-

5. magaling ka palang sumayaw.
*Fershizzle Bitchizzle <3

6. hindi ka na pwedeng pumasok sa klase ko.
* Ok lang :)) I dont like it in there anyway :)

7. kailangan kong makausap ang magulang mo.
*They dont speak Tagalog. o_o;;

8. ang makita kong mangopya 60 na ha?
* Negra. Pano yung di mo makita? :))

9. buti pa ang kabilang section nanalo.
* Nanalo naman kami sa puso namin eh :)

10. hindi ka nakikinig kaya wala kang alam.
* May alam kaya ako. Ang alam ko, di ka marunong mag turo, alam ko yun kase, nakikinig ako. Wala lang ako naintidihan.

Blue Blood Grade (Capili, 2007)

IF YOUR BLUE BLOODEDNESS WOULD BE GRADED, WHAT WOULD YOUR FINAL MARK BE?
Place an X inside the box if it applies to you.

[x] Bought something from the A Shop
[ ] Got an A for at least one subject
[x] Understood the definition of "HELL" week…
[x] and regretted finding out what it meant
[x] Has taken/ Currently taking PE 101

score: 4

[x] Crammed three papers in one night whoa!
[x] Gave a class presentation that you now regret
[x] Know at least one photocopy lady because of professors who loved Xerox machines
[x] Got an F in a long test
[x] Promised to do better but didn't in general

score: 9

[x] Exerted effort to be exempted sa finals
[x] Striven for bonus points
[x] Slept in the library
[x] Ate lunch outside the caf
[ ] Get a Jesuit for a teacher

score: 13

[x] Ate at least in 10 establishments in Katipunan
[ ]Got an attack from Higad
[x]Watched BlueRep and TA plays required
[x] Preferred Manang's food over the Caf's
[x] Screamed your lungs out in Araneta for the Blue Eagles

score: 17

[ ] Puked at Math 19 and 20
[ ] Went to CERSA night
[x] Signed-up for an Org
[x] Joined an org that has a screening
[x] Became active in that org --haha

score: 20

[x] Joined a socially oriented org
[x] Played cards during long breaks
[x] Found immersion trips meaningful
[x] Went to school in flip-flops
[x] Went to school in "pambahay attire"

score: 25

[x] Went to school wearing chucks
[x] Hated your random number
[x] Been to Drew's
[ ] Have an organizer, whether it be from Starbucks, Go Nuts, Belle de Jour or whatever!
[x] Went to class without showering after P.E

score: 29

[x] Wanted to tell the guards to F*ck off
[x] had accidentally seen a make-out session
[x] Used consultation times properly
[x] Brought an umbrella but it didn't rain
[x] Left an umbrella and then it rained

score: 34

[x] Went to school trying to make porma but no one noticed
[x] Went to school looking crappy and everyone noticed
[x] Camwhored a lot
[x] Saw artistas and completely ignored them
[x] Spoke in a conyo way (hahahahaha! ginagaya namin yung mga conyo e!)--ako din!

score: 39

[x] Found a Chinese girl/boy hot

[x] Nagulat sa lumulubog na block sa SOM-Overpass walkway (OMG TO!!!)
[x] Had a block party
[ ] Cut class to watch a movie with blockmates
[x] Have at least 25 Ateneans on your Ym list

score: 43

[ ] Became an FFL (Fucking freeloader!)
[x] Traded dvds of American tv shows with your friends
[x] Went to Ewood for nothing
[x] Wore aviator glasses in Ateneo
[x] Ate in class

score: 47

[x] Became EMO for no apparent reason in school
[x] Thought friendster is a bust and multiply is SOOO much better
[x] Voted in the Sanggu elections vote abstain
[x] Read the Guidon and Matanglawin thoroughly
[x] Tried to avoid the guards because you left your oh-so-precious id

score: 52

[x] Engaged in deep-thinking while in Ateneo gardens such as Zen and SOM walkway
[x] Bought coffee from Figaro sa MVP basement!
[x] Nakapaghang-out sa isang MVP room
[x] Became an official YouTube addict while waiting for class
[x] Knew why Jesuit education is priceless

score: 57

[x] Learned a lot about life due to your Philosophy and Theology subjects
[x] Went to Ateneo even if you had no class
[x] Knew at least 7 famous Ateneo Alumni
[ ] Laughed at Tapdancers
[x] Ran out of ink due to numerous papers you had to pass

score: 61

[x] Maximized the use of your flash drive
[x] Celebrated diversity in the Ateneo
[x] Kept OrSem memories
[x] Watched a movie with fellow Ateneans that aren't from your block
[x] Has the hots for a fellow Atenean.

score: 66

Worth 3 points each:
[x] Attended simbang gabi at Gesu
[x] REGed2Vote
[x] Screamed in Araneta for the Blue Eagles
[x] Know at least 3 Ateneo cheers
[x] Memorized and sung A Song for Mary whole-heartedly
[ ] Got to be on the Dean's list for at least a semester
[x] Prayed to St. Ignatius of Loyola

score: 84

Worth 5 points:

[x] Called yourself an Atenean

ATENEO QPI: 89
B+ exempted ako sa final exam!!! yay!!!! hahah

A= 92-100
B+= 86-91
B= 77-85
C+= 69-76
C= 60-68
D= 50-59
F= 49 and below

Gawad Kalinga!!

Pinagpala ang lahat ng Atenistang nag GK ngayong araw ni San Ignacio.

All Ateneans who participated in GK this feast day of Saint Ignatius were made to shovel.

Once, while in delirium, as we were made to shovel excruciatingly heavy loads of dirt, I shouted into the air, "Kung hindi mo lang araw Ignacio, kung hindi mo lang araw..." It seems my little scream reached the other GKers and it became an inside joke... cool.

Gawad Kalinga!!

Pinagpala ang lahat ng Atenistang nag GK ngayong araw ni San Ignacio.

All Ateneans who participated in GK this feast day of Saint Ignatius were made to shovel.

Once, while in delirium, as we were made to shovel excruciatingly heavy loads of dirt, I shouted into the air, "Kung hindi mo lang araw Ignacio, kung hindi mo lang araw..." It seems my little scream reached the other GKers and it became an inside joke... cool.

what your last name means (Oropel, 2007)

A: you like to drink.
B: you like people.
C: you are really silly.
D: one in a million.
E: great in bed.
F: you are dead sexy.
G: you never let people tell you what to do.
H: you have a very good personality, looks and a very good kisser.
I: great in bed.
J: people adore u.
K: you're wild and crazy.
L: unbelievably great in bed.
M: great in bed.
N: you like to drink a LOT.
O: awesome kisser.
P: you are popular with all types of people.
Q: you are hypocrite.
R: fuckin crazy. (in a fun way)
S: easy to fall in love with.
T: you're loyal to those you love.
U: you are really silly.
V: you are not judgmental.
W: you are very broad minded.
X: you never let people tell you what to do.
Y: best boy/girl friend any one can ask for.
Z: always ready.

C: you are really silly.
A: you like to drink.
B: you like people.
A: you like to drink.
U: you are really silly.
A: you like to drink.
T: you're loyal to those you love.
A: you like to drink.
N: you like to drink a LOT.

At least Sanny's says she's good for something... I end up a loyal, uber-silly alcoholic. (alcoholic to an abysmal degree) I have a record 5 you like to drinks.... oh yeah... yuckness! crap! don't you dare, bidol man gid! (making gaya sanny... for annoyances' sake)

Ignatius Day 2007

Damn, these Jesuits are the best...

teach me.

Ignacio, I want to be like you.

special friend

God, if I could ask just one last favor
Make this second last forever
a blissful dream that never ends
this second with a special friend

hope.

to fight, and not to heed the wounds.

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Turnip, Vegetable Soup.

Okay... I'm backtracking to last Tuesday for the initial part... I cut Physiopsych (no judgements kiddies) so I could spend time in Caf-up. The most part of my time there was spent singing "makulay ang buhay pag may sinabawang gulay." I curse the song's composer. Elitism aside, it's a good campaign, which will draw kids to at least TRY vegetable soup. Speaking of which... I haven't had vegetable soup in ages... maybe I should try a bowl. Anyway, I then went to my Expepsy class... then our professor asked us if our lab partners had the attention span of a turnip. We then pointed out that turnips don't have attention spans. Poor turnips. We now continually call ourselves turnips. Again, poor turnips. Life has been slow lately hasn't it? I'm not wishing for more work though... this is just fine. It gives me time to recollect my thoughts, and it gives me drawing time... sigh... I apologize for an odd, mediocre post. Socrates is dead.

Being afraid of death presumes that you know something about it.

papá

¿comó és tú papá?

yo no lo conozco mí papá.

My First Massage.

I've just been through my very first massage.
It was an odd experience...
specifically because I made it weird.


She held my hand, and I said:
"I don't think our relationship has reached that level. I barely know you."

She doesn't understand english, so it's quite alright.

Then she started rubbing my back, from thoracic to sacral, and I said:
"A bit frisky, aren't we?"

Then she lowered my shorts to massage my buttocks, and I said:
"What? Not even dinner first?"

She continues to stare at me, mouthing that she doesn't understand english.

Then she goes to my shoulders and inflicts pain, so I said:
"Was I that bad?"

Then she lifts me up, which is miraculous, so I said:
"I like my women strong."

Then she finishes and leaves me alone on the massage bed, and I said:
"Hey, that's my job."

Being bored in a spa does that to you.

Next time, I'm having my feet done, and nothing else.
My shirt will never again come off.

A Boxed Set of Characters

He opens his eyes to the sun’s bright rays, and scowls his response to a new day. A trip to the bath, with hot water in a basin, and the emptied contents of a henna dye bottle. He dries his hair and looks into his closet, deprived of all hues. He walks down the stairs and nods at his mother frying his breakfast on a Teflon pan. He waits at the train station, his eyes focused on the people that pass him by. He turns his eyes away from society. He turns up the sounds that plug his ears, his senses, and his mind. The world does not deserve his attention. He walks through those halls with a frown on his face, and he mutters a breath that curses humanity. He hates the injustice. He hates the stereotypes. He leaves his paper blank come exam time. He sees no use in lined education. He comes home to screaming parents, and the tut-tuts of his siblings. He storms into his room. No one understands him. No one knows what he fights for. He screams at the world to listen to his cry. He writes, and posts his views on paper strips. He will not be ignored.

Hear Me.

She opens her eyes to the sun’s bright rays, and grins her response to a new day. A trip to the bath, with warm water in the tub, and a dresser full of creams and make up. She paints her nails and face and sighs at what she perceives is her: imperfection. She hugs and fakes a smile at her indifferent mother, sitting in a futon. She waits at the train station, her eyes focused on her mirror. She turns her attention to society. She smiles, and twirls her hair, bats her eyes, and even softly sings a gentle tune. She knows to seek the world’s attention. She walks through those halls with a smile on her face, and mutters greeting to her so called friends. She hates the injustice. She hates the stereotypes. She answers her exam as best she can. She sees no use in lined education. She comes home, academically triumphant to uncaring faces, and distant siblings. She goes into her room. No one understands her. No one knows her pain. She cries, and brings out the box of her memories. She writes her woes, only to burn them to ashes. She must not be discovered.

ACED

I passed ACED! I'm soo happy :D finally, something truly worthwhile to do... anyway...problem now is that the GA of ACED is at the same day and time of the AJMA and Psyche GA's as well... this is gonna be trouble... I say go to ACED and peek into AJMA, then hookey on Psyche. HOOKEY ON PSYCHE FOREVER!

Yehey!

Food...

I had an hour of tennis this morning... sure, it was fun... but... i dont have lunch money today :( im hungry!!!! waaah!!!! libre moko. sige na. I'm still scared to go to the President's board to see the results for the ACED interview... I hope I made the cut... I really do want to help 'em out.

After a year... what do I now know?

I've been revisiting my old friendster account/blog again... for reminiscing's sake... and I found Kat's old message... I felt so guilty... in so many ways...

hola miguel.. :) this was a note i was supposed to
leave on your blog, but apparently, i do not know
how to do that. haha :) it's been a long time since
we last talked.. last time i saw you, you just sat
and ran from our expsyla class... wasn't even able
to say goodbye.. (well, i didn't know you were
transferring till i asked where you were) anyway, i
won't hold it against you. :) you have quite a few
more weeks to enjoy your freedom (while we begin
being roasted in hell by our chem prof) before
classes in the other side of the world begins :) i
trully wish you the best.. i know this has been your
long term dream.. and now it is very close to
becoming a reality :) keep posting bout your soon
to be life in the blue world. i enjoy your rants(?), i
read them when i run out of things to do on the
net. hehehe :) and remember, AMDG, Ad Majorem
Dei Gloriam :) ALWAYS for the greater glory of
God. :) i know you will do well in Ateneo. just don't
forget to look back once in a while :) we will miss
you. :) take care over there (i mean, in riding the
LRT). till then :) adios miguel.. yo te echo de
menos..
-gato

i'm sorry everyone for being such a jerk about the whole thing... especially to kat >.< ...seriously this time... i was too brash and offensive about a choice, which i now realize i, personally had made. it was never a fault, just another very memorable experience... i do look back... i do remember... it does still hurt... it doesnt matter anymore what was past anyway, right? i'll be seeing you guys in the future. (preferrably july 26.)

Backtracking to: The Ateneo Cheer Rally 07'

Backtracking to the Ateneo Cheer Rally last Friday... all pics still blatantly stolen from Joel Jayme... (pacopy Joel ha :p)

there was a tree... and the TR people...

there was perspiration, and odd faces...

there was dancing, from the actual athletes...

there was Chris Tiu (tama ba spelling?)...

there was kuya nonoy... (go kuya nonoy!)

there was a Song for Mary :)

there was that rivermaya guy...

there were happy faces...

there were friends in a can...(PATROL pare, PATROL!!!)

there was eating...

galing website yang last pic... lalang...

Mid Class World

Doors open

then blaring drums of jubilation

as the bell rings in constancy

bears that dance

an ecstatic population

girls thrown into the air

they fall to earth, i do not care

for i can see their underwear

paper lanterns on strings

flaglets waving in the air

but again i do not care

I'm a Psych Major! Yipee!

I'm just happy to be a psych major.... it just hit me... I'm a psych major! My books are hella thick and full of technical crap... and... im satisfied! I love it!

Music Stuff

Got this from Avila.... Redoing it again. Go to your music player of choice and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. What do you think of me? Anyone Anyone by Dashboard (Its such a human song) Will I have a happy life? 4 AM by Kaskade ('someday I know there's a way') What do my friends really think of me? Quiet Poetic by Urbandub (pwede rin...)Do people secretly lust after me? Switchfoot- Tokimeki no Doukasen from the Fushigi Yuugi Soundtrack (WTF!?) How can I make myself happy? I Feel Like by Kaskade ('This time love can be real?') What should I do with my life? Rise and Fall by Craig David ft. Sting (thats so apocalyptic....) Why must life be so full of pain? Clothes Off by Gym Class Heroes (promiscuity?) How can I maximize my pleasure during sex? Running Out of Days by 3 Doors Down (I should hurry up?) Will I ever have children? Rape Me by Nirvana (Desperado e....) Will I die happy? Superman Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down (I’ll die EMO!) Can you give me some advice? Never Again by Kelly Clarkson (I should forget She Who Musn't Be Named? ) What do you think happiness is? Shooting Star by The Teeth (WTF?) What's my favourite fetish? Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional (Chris Carraba?)