9 posts from June 2007

I was able to watch Transformers kanina. And yes I was hungering for some robot action, and my prayers were answered because one of Hollywood's greatest collaborations (Bay + Spielberg) didn't fail to please me. The special effects, the plot...woo magic! I'll elaborate someday. And I'll watch it AGAIN! Watch Transformers if you're lusting for some robot action. Kewlness.

I was surfing the net for some cool photographs and saw this

There is certainly more than meets the eye.  

Our annual indie film spree is about to begin this July. Thank God for indie. These films won't imbue us with cheesy love teams and mainstream-ness. They suck by the way.  

One of the full-length films we shouldn't miss is Still Life by Katski Flores. It's a love story (not the mainstream kind). Here's the trailer. This has got to be good.

"Hindi lahat ng tao kasing exciting ng buhay mo..." --o ha. Astig.

I feel some kinda depressed for an unknown reason (or reasons maybe). Heck. I need psychological help!!! I'm even going to volunteer myself to a mental ward just so this feeling to be gone for gossake. Hey, I'm not faking emo shit here. And Blue (my new iPod shuff) is not helping either. Even endorphins (known to increase happy feelings; chemical found in chocolates) seem to fail their magic. SOS

I promise a post with pics next time. This blog is boring me.

Have you ever felt hated or discriminated against? I have. I've been protested and demonstrated against.Blablabla --Eminem's

Truthfully, I had been crazy about Eminem's rhymes when I was in elementary (the fad occupied me until my second year in high school). Err. And I even made Eminem's life a topic for my speech (2nd year). Err. And, don't worry, I won't make another Eminem prose here.

Last Tuesday, PJ and Vanne (two of my friends and/or couple of the century awardee hehehe) went somewhere in Laguna. I'll spare some details here. They rode a jeepney upon going home, and inside the jeepney they're riding is a transvestite (homosexual) who looked like a prostitute. You know. With the heavy caked make-up, fake boobies (ice tubig hehehe), flirty tops, and thongs...Dear reader, if you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm sorry but you're stupid and naive. Nyaha. 

Here's the situation:

AteKuya (the name coined for the homosexual prostitue) sat the farthest from the driver. Beside him was a catfish vendor (he had with him two pails of catfishes). Manong driver and kuya conductor were laughing like crazy people. And it seemed clear that their laughing at AteKuya. When AK handed his fare (200 php by the way), the driver returned AK's change in coins! Imagine! And estimating, AK's change would amount to 190 pesos! One hundred ninety pesos in coins! And it can't be possible that the driver doesn't have 20 peso bills, or 50 peso bills, right? 

AteKuya counted his change. Yes, he counted his change. Suddenly, the jeepney was brought to a halt. Take note of the adverb "suddenly" here. And some of AK's change fell on the dirty floor, worse, inside the catfish-filled pails. 

And  Manong driver and kuya conductor laughed heartily ever after.

Mind my sentence construction in the last line.

It all seems clear that the two antagonists of AK's life did their every prank ON PURPOSE. Even though I piss people sometimes I wouldn't go that far. The antagonists of this story may be bored with their lives, and pissing people (especially homosexuals and/or transvestites) is just their pastime. Poor, bored people got nothing to do but infiltrate evil in the human race.

This, my friends, is a form of homosexual discrimination. I'm just pissed with what they did to AteKuya. Whatever angle you analyze the story, the bottom line is that AK had been a victim of discrimination (or worse he may still be a victim up until now). I feel for you AteKuya.

Try to live in AK's shoes for a day. I hope Manong driver and kuya conductor will, someday. I'll pray for divine intervention for this to be possible. Bwahahahaha.

Now, we can tell that the first line of Eminem's song is positively correlated to homosexual discrmination. Just the first line.  

A hell of a day. It's like I'm standing beneath Hell's mouth, all set to burn me alive. Nuff said. If I weren't thinking rationally, I'd really like to strangle a person right now. Argh.

ELBI TALK (WORD # 1)
Prerog n. a term coined for enlistment during classes. If students are lucky enough they'd be enlisted if there are still slots available. But this is utopia. I'm in LB, definitely not utopian. I lack 3 units and I'm prerog-ing (the hell I care with the spelling) like a madman. It's not the professor's fault if they can't accept as many students as they want (do they?), but it's the goddamn system. Super crap. This is the crappiest thing I've ever dealt with in this university. Kill.

If the professor isn't going to accept more students, and if the probability of being enlisted is like 1:10, then they should tell the prerog-ers (persons who prerog) that their chance is very slim. Unlike wasting their time with all the prof's I am-the-superior-one-here-so-eat-my-dust or "be very scared of me, I give lotsa 5s" statements. Time is really costly, and if they're just going to waste our time with their saliva-full statements, then our chances of being enlisted in another subjects will be gone. Thanks to them.

Ang sarap kutkutin ng mata mo!!!!!!!! Ang sarap mong balatan gamit ng nail cutter!!!!!! Lilibagan kita gamit ang liha!!!! -isang mensahe para sa isang prof na hindi tumanggap sakin.

Current theme song/s: Bad Day by Daniel Powter and St. Anger by Metallica

:)

A hell of a day. It's like I'm standing beneath Hell's mouth, all set to burn me alive. Nuff said. If I weren't thinking rationally, I'd really like to strangle a person right now. Argh.

ELBI TALK (WORD # 1)
Prerog n. a term coined for enlistment during classes. If students are lucky enough they'd be enlisted if there are still slots available. But this is utopia. I'm in LB, definitely not utopian. I lack 3 units and I'm prerog-ing (the hell I care with the spelling) like a madman. It's not the professor's fault if they can't accept as many students as they want (do they?), but it's the goddamn system. Super crap. This is the crappiest thing I've ever dealt with in this university. Kill.

If the professor isn't going to accept more students, and if the probability of being enlisted is like 1:10, then they should tell the prerog-ers (persons who prerogs) that their chance is very slim. Unlike wasting their time with all the prof's I am-the-superior-one-here-so-eat-my-dust or "be very scared of me, I give lotsa 5s" statements. Time is really costly, and if they're just going to waste our time with their saliva-full statements, then our chances of being enlisted in another subject will be gone. Thanks to them.

Ang sarap kutkutin ng mata mo!!!!!!!! Ang sarap mong balatan gamit ang nail cutter!!!!!! Lilibagan kita gamit ang liha!!!! -isang mensahe para sa isang prof na hindi tumanggap sakin.

Current theme song/s: Bad Day by Daniel Powter and St. Anger by Metallica

:)

A hell of a day. It's like I'm standing beneath Hell's mouth, all set to burn me alive. Nuff said. If I weren't thinking rationally, I'd really like to strangle a person right now. Argh.

ELBI TALK (WORD # 1)
Prerog n. a term coined for enlistment during classes. If students are lucky enough they'd be enlisted if there are still slots available. But this is utopia. I'm in LB, definitely not utopian. I lack 3 units and I'm prerog-ing (the hell I care with the spelling) like a madman. It's not the professor's fault if they can't accept as many students as they want (do they?), but it's the goddamn system. Super crap. This is the crappiest thing I've ever dealt with in this university. Kill.

If the professor isn't going to accept more students, and if the probability of being enlisted is like 1:10, then they should tell the prerog-ers (persons who prerogs) that their chance is very slim. Unlike wasting their time with all the prof's I am-the-superior-one-here-so-eat-my-dust or "be very scared of me, I give lotsa 5s" statements. Time is really costly, and if they're just going to waste our time with their saliva-full statements, then our chances of being enlisted in another subject will be gone. Thanks to them.

Ang sarap kutkutin ng mata mo!!!!!!!! Ang sarap mong balatan gamit ang nail cutter!!!!!! Lilibagan kita gamit ang liha!!!! -isang mensahe para sa isang prof na hindi tumanggap sakin.

Current theme song/s: Bad Day by Daniel Powter and St. Anger by Metallica

:)

The title is not, in any way, related to whatever subject this post has. I just can't think of a goddam title. Stupid, stupid brain. Education is turning it into soup.

GODLIKE

Every man's dream is to become godlike (this isn't Warcraft talk here).

It's just a dream :)

And forever will be, lest you pray for some divine intervention to make you a part of the Holy Family.

(Just don't dare do it if you don't want to end up in one of the seven circles of hell).

Click here. You'll wish you're a citizen of Nepal. Imagine upon waking up, people will worship you. You just sit there and they do all the work. You'll just bless your people and say things like, "May the force be with you (if the living goddess/god is a Star Wars fan)...that is, may you lead a better life and be happy...blablablabla I bless you blablablabla..."

That's it.  And you can fiddle with your cellphone when you're just sitting on the throne with no people to bless. What a life! Sweet, sweet life...

7.4.7

They are already here, hiding in plain sight. On July 4, our world will be transformed. On July 4th, some will come to defend us, most will come to destroy us. 

 MUST. WATCH. TRANSFORMERS.

This is the best summer to date! And God knows it's hard to part with whoever you met along the way. Too bad the season has to end. Another bad news is that I must go back to school. It sucks. I have to go back to the mundane environment where books and cups of coffee are your friends, and professors may not or may be your adversaries. Well, the thing is I'm not yet ready to embrace academic-related things. This is bad. 

It's nice to meet new people. These people you meet along the way may be the most poignant people in your life, but as it turns out, they just appeared in that page or chapter of your book, and it's up to Fate whether you'll meet again. Foolish Fate (hey this is an alliteration! geeky haha).

I may be suffering from Dory-disease (I'm exaggerating punk) and may have forgotten your name, just punch me hard on the face and teach me my lesson to remember your name the next time we meet. And if fortunately I get to remember you, don't be angry if I hit you real effing hard. It's just my special way of showing how I much I miss you. Awwww :)

I would gladly choose this summer over Hong Kong Disneyland. Just so you know.

Los Banos is just a two-hours drive to Alabang. I'll remember to pay some folks a visit.

Cheesiness is spreading like a disease. This virus is eating me alive.

This is, in any way, not related to goodbye summer dramafest, but did you know that Ayn Rand's real name is Alisa Zinov'yevna Rosenbaum (Russian: Алиса Зиновьевна Розенбаум)? I dare you to pronounce that. I remember Along :'(

The pictures posted above were taken in Fortune 8. God I miss everyone. Yes, even Dr. Kim. Nyaha