I couldn't resist this one!

Which Amelie character are you?
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If I am Nino... then where is my Amelie! Where is my Audey Tatou! hehehe!

Huling, huling, huling hirit for today!

This is what happens when I absolutely have nothing to do.

Check out this URL. Get it?

http://www.nottingham.ac.uk./~ulzkls/Advertisment.htm

This link really made me laugh!

My sister has been wondering why I don't take quizzes in places like Quizilla or things like that. Well, out of nothing better to do, here it is!

What kind of Porn Star I'd Be

What kind of porno would you star in?
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On second thought, I don't think my sister should've let me loose in a place like that. How was I to know that there were raunchy quizzes avalable too!!!

I thought that place was full of cheesy thingies like "What eyes do you have?" or stuff just as corny!

Cleanin' Out My Closet (in the most literal sense)

Indeed, this was my day. More than my closet, I CLEANED OUT MY ROOM!!! And a whole day, it took me.

These things don't happen normally so I think it's worth writing about. For one, I'm a guy. This means that being messy is something innate in me. I love using that "being a guy" fact as an excuse to be messy actually- it's like a given: you're a guy, so it's okay to be messy. Number two, I'm extremely busy. Thus, I have somehow learned to be tolerant of the steadily growing mess amongst my surroundings. Third, I love keeping things for posterity so junk does accumulate.

But then, there are those days when you just have had enough. Then you snap.

Today, I snapped.

And boy, did I snap.

I attacked every cabinet, every drawer, every closet. I started at 9 in the morning and finished around 6:30 in the evening. End result was one box and a garbage bag full. All for throwing.

Here's the downer about cleaning your room. When you clean, there are things that inevitably have to go. It's sad because all these things-- papers, old and destroyed stuff and the like, have in one way or another become part of your life. So when you throw them out, you're throwing away a piece of your past.

I threw out loads and loads of paper. Since I sketch and draw, I was able to see the evolution of my work. These were papers which I have avoided throwing since God-knows-when (although my rough estimate is Grade 5). I did want to keep these papers but the practical side of me tells me that I'll never be a renowed artist. I think I have a different calling and drawing is just a pastime. Thus, there is no chance on Earth that someone will put up a museum based on my art. There will never be any side gallery that says "Early Works".

A big chunk of my past is now stowed away in the bodega, ready for selling, donating or throwing. It's funny how the little, insignificant details of your life now fit into a garbage bag and a box. These insignificant details were part of what formed me- they are part of me. The disposable side, which I will have no use for. The more memorable events are stored in my "happy boxes"- 2 boxes full of little souvenirs.

My room is now a whole lot cleaner. There is much more space now. Since what occupied it once were little pieces of what I was, perhaps these newly-vacated spaces will now be filled with pieces of what I will become. I think now, there is more room to grow.

A Lazy Day... a.k.a. A Day in Front of the TV

Yes, this is (for me) the best way to spend my day.

Taking full advantage of the sembreak, I woke up at 10. 10 is actually the best wake up time for me, for some reason or another. Maybe it's because I wake up at around 5 on a normal school day and I am SO not a morning person. Woke up just in time to catch Maria la del Barrio.

Hehe! Call me a Mexican Telenovela fan. I actually followed the travails of Maria la del Barrio when I first year High School. I wasn't able to watch the earlier parts of the telenovela then, so I guess I'm making up for lost time.

One thing about these Mexican telenovelas is that it seems all the girls in Mexico are... chicks. Swear, all the girls in these soaps are HOT!!!. That is also yet another reason to watch these things!

On with the lethargy. After that, I caught White Squall on Solar. Being the film buff that I am, I decided to endure it. White Squall is this 1995 film with Scott Wolf and Ryan Philippe on it. I don't know what genre this film actually falls under but I think it tries to go along with the School Ties and Dead Poets Society genre. You know, the inspirational, boys-become-men while studying, each with issues kinda flick which has a message of staying true to what you believe in, yet with enough heartthrobs in it to attract a female audience kinda thing.

Though it does not live up to Dead Poets (which I enjoyed a lot, by the way), the film did have its shining moments.

There was this dialogue which hit me. It goes something like this:

Scott Wolf (I can't remember his name in the movie): I don't want this thing to end. I don't want to go back to what I was before I boarded this ship.

Ryan Philippe (obviouly, I'm not one for names): What's that?

SW: Anonymous.

There was also this part where the ship docks at "the edge of the Earth", wherever that is.

Captain's Wife (Dr. Ellen something): Where are the boys?

Captain(played by Jeff Bridges): Claiming their place on this Earth.

At the end of the movie, Scott's character also said something. I however wasn't able to memorize it but I'm going to troll the net to find it!

Watched TV Patrol as well. Big news is the crashing of the Laoag Air Fokker plane into Manila Bay. The president of Laoag Air was such an asshole when his side was being taken regarding the crash.

He actually had the audacity to say that the crash was caused by sabotage. Sabotage my ass!!!! According to him, water was mixed with the oil of the airplane by the rivals of the airline because Laoag Air was gaining more routes all across the Philippines. Is he aware of how ridiculous, unprofessional and immature he sounds??? That man is way off base and out of touch. You do not justify a plane crash by saying that rivals sneaked into the hangar and mixed water in the oil of a decrepit, old, small-time airline!

Or is he saying that the plane's mechanics never saw "water in the oil" during the pre-flight check up? He sounds like a guilty kid pointing his finger at someone else to escape blame. Bastard. Tell your sabotage theory to the people who lost relatives on your plane. Or to anyone who cares to listen. That's fine- now we'll see if anyone would want to ride Laoag Air from now on, knowing that its planes are capable of being "sabotaged" at any time.

Asshole.

One thing I wanted to do today was clean out my room. Unfortunately, everytime I start, within 5 minutes, I inevitably get an asthma attack. So I didn't start. Better to remain healthy, I think?

Although this is the ideal way to spend my day, I also do have problems with it.

There is the common saying time is gold. I am well aware of that saying and still I insist on spending my day this way. All this while other 20 year olds are already carving out their destiny, and while other people are thinking about how many more minutes of this life they have left to enjoy. I take time for granted and it is an extremely guilty feeling.

An extremely long day.....

Enrollment. Whoopee-doo. I am quivering with excitement. Why is it that we had it so easy enrolling in High School that the moment you set foot in college, you are in for culture shock? I am not kidding- enrolling for a new semester is a whole new ballgame. The enlistment is fine- it's just that the whole procedure in my college is one pretty bloody affair.

I have to admit, though, that the system this sem is more... organized? Or was it because I was "early" and extremely lucky?

I arrived at school at 7:15, all confident and cocky that I was early. Hell, I was soooo wrong. Three-fourths of my batch was already in line- a line which was growing by the
minute. Now, I really do not see how registration and enrollment could be so violent when we are such small university. Go figure. I was starting to
panic. Worse, was I couldn't find my friends...

Here is where I am so thankful to be living in the age of technology:

I whip out my trusty, 3-year old, antiquated 6110 and dial...

Me: (in a very stressed out and uptight tone)Where are you?!?

My friend: Second row, near the door na!

Me: (devilish grin spreading on my face)Hmmm... really?

I was entertaining the thought of having my friend enrol for me since she was at the head of the line. My friend had other plans
and the next thing I know, I'm at the head of the line.

Ok. To all my batchmates who I made singit to, I am really, really, really sorry. I was just f*%kin desperate, seeing the growing line. What added to the guilt factor was when
I was all done enroling, the people who were in front of me in the line were still caught up in the mess. I later learned that many were asked to come back the next day. Whoops. But if it
is any consolation, I have a miserable schedule wherein I have class 6 days a week.

I then went to Galleria. Checked out that new fastfood chain Popeye's... you know, the one Little Nicky mentions in the movie. Personally, I've never heard of it since I never watched the movie.
Food was... normal. Nothing really exciting. When it comes to chicken, my vote still goes to Kentucky!!!!

I also took in the movie Ghost Ship. How was it? Let me put it this way- if you have any plans of watching this movie, don't bother. I honestly regretted not going with my other friends to watch Kailangan Kita. Now,
something that would make me watch a silly, insipid Claudine-Aga movie over an action/suspense/horror movie has something seriously wrong with it. The beginning was good- a little inconsistent but something I could live with. There was just something so wrong with the rest of it...

Imagine choosing this...

over this?????!?

I don't think so.

Ended the whole day with a couple of rounds of beer across school.

Itaas Mo!

La lang. Just had to share my day....