Wasted Nights 2

It was just us, 6 guys, a lot of San Miguel, and a Magic Mic.

It was dinner at AKU in Banaue, and then a whole lot of fun with the magic mic at Kenneth's house. Oh man, I think I must've consumed around 6 to 7 bottles and cans of beer!

Quote from Maki: "Shet, shet... di'ba dapat break sa intersection? Hilong-hilo na talga ako!"

You know you'rew drunk whemm ////

... you know yuo can walk in a straight lne but you'd rather not.

... you feel numb to every single little thing. You're so numb that a stoplight means nothing to you and the gravity of hitting another car is absluteluy nothing.

... when you find the song "All By Myself" and "Total Eclipse of the Heart" abslotuely hilarious.

... when you're driving on the cente r of the road and it'd actually funny.

... when you can talk about your personal girl problems with absolutely no inhibition whatsoverv.

... when you don't give a f*^k what's going on around you. You just don't give a damn.

... when your head feels like it's carrying all 160 pounds of you. You're feelign really, really numb, weird and heavy, waling awkwardly into every little thing.

Yes, I am absolutely wasted and smahsed right now. But it'was a great nigt./ The trip from Balete in Q.C. to here must've took about 20 minuntes and I felt absolutely nithing.

Yes guys, I am home and I am thankfully safe.

I am going to regret this hang over in the morninh. I'll bet lasing ka rin, Karl Antz! hehehe!

Thanks for the great night guys!

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Waiting for Tonight

I've been awaiting this weekend since last week. It was planned that the El Hombre people (those victimized by El Hombre Tequila in Jalala, Quezon a few weeks ago) would be going yachting.

Interesting and new experience, right? Unfortunately, the need to get good grades got the better of us. Since there are a lot of things due for next week, it was deemed smarter to postpone the trip to a looser date.

So here I am, working on a 5-page paper on Communication and Society and blogging as a break. But the cancellation of one trip does not hinder my social life. I am still dying to get out.

Thus, the High School boys are getting together tonight to drink the night away. I am considering it a well-earned reward for a very busy, and studious week.

This is what you call "Squeezing in as Much Summer Break as Possible". Itaas mo!

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Considering that I had a nasty time (thanks to a nasty teacher) learning Dante, I was amused to do this quiz Jo referred me to.

Wow! Haven't taken these quizzes in the longest time!

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Thank God Dante is mere fiction!

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Deja Vu

It was as if my past was coming back to haunt me.

Flashback to a year ago. My backpack containing a hefty Economics book, a bottle of my favorite perfume, a t-shirt and a Far Side datebook given by T were taken.

Relatively, it wasn't a major loss. My cellphone was with me and so was my wallet. I guess it just the thought of losing something that I never expected would be stolen. I mean, aside from the perfume, what would the thief do with my Economics book, right?

It was frustrating because leaving a bag in Prom A is very normal for UA&P students. Aside from that, I was gone for a mere 20 minutes.

But then again, I always have such fantastic luck with my possessions. My previous cell phone was a feat in itself because I was able to hang on to it for more than a year.

That incident never deterred me from leaving my bag unattended. So, like every other day, I dumped my bag in Prom A and thought nothing of it.

Imagine my shock when I came back after a meeting 3 hours later to find my very red and very large Nike gym bag missing. At first, I thought it was a prank until I went all over the campus searching for it only to come up empty.

It was also a bit weird since there was absolutely nothing worth stealing in that bag. Who would have interest in a pair of old Reebok rubber shoes, my extra gym shirts and shorts or even my jockstrap??? I doubt if I am handsome enough to warrant such adulation from girls. So that couldn't be it.

After 30 minutes of searching, I found the bag. Apparently, the new security guards of school are overzealous and are still learning the ropes of UA&P culture.

The bag was with the head of security. They'd been monitoring my bag since it was left unattended for more than 2 hours. They even opened it to check for bombs or what have you. Talk about over-excited. But I was happy to get my bag back.

Past coming back to haunt me was also this awfully gorgeous former blockmate who approached me while having a snack across the street from school.

Awfully gorgeous former blockmate was my blockmate for a few weeks back in First Year. She was tall, mestiza, really feminine and had really silky, brown hair that reached down to her waist. She was something else, and as early as first day of school, I started making "my move".

Unfortunately, she disappeared on account of a liver ailment according to her. It was a Leave of Absence. She resurfaced3 months later, with very bright brown hair and a screw loose. She was scary. That was the last we heard of her until today.

Today she was... tame. This was a big relief to El and I. She is now in Miriam, but she hopes to visit. We exchanged text number and all.

I am just hoping she isn't as off as she was before. If she was, then that would be my past really coming back to haunt me.

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Thanks to all those people who have enlightened me regarding this one. Whoever you guys are, thanks again!

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Mystic Techie

Try checking out this one to see what I'm talking about.

Funny though, because it never fails that I fall for these things and start wondering how the computer can read my mind. So can somebody please explain to me how this works.

I remember another website which had me pick a card or something. I don't remember now what happened but to make a long story short, it "read my mind" in a manner of speaking. Worse was that it left me puzzled for days until a friend actually pointed out why.

The answer was really simple and I felt really silly for biting. Thus, I am convinced that there has to be a very simple explanation for this.

Of course, we're talking about a guy who fell for the Magic 8 Ball back when I was Prep.

But it was pretty freaky when I tried it out awhile ago.

Imagine this: a 21-year old guy and a 22-year old girl (both pretty much educated, sane and level-headed) shouting in fright when the computer displayed the symbol that was corresponding to the number I was thinking of.

I've been back to the website over and over again and I still can't figure it out. I have a feeling I'm going to end up looking like a sucker again.

It got to the point where I was whispering to my sister the number I was thinking of (making sure the computer wouldn't hear... what the???) and we'd turn our backs to the computer to calculate for the number. And yet the "Mystic Ball" still showed the correct number.

In another instance, I was pointing at the corresponding symbol of the number I had in mind and my sister was going, "Don't point so the website won't know!". (and she was whispering when she said it).

It got to the point where I was conjuring up numbers, calculating them on my cellphone a good distance from the computer just so it wouldn't pick up any hint of the number I was thinking of.

Pretty funny, when you think about it. We actually looked like a couple of kids awhile ago. But I'm still puzzled. Can anyone enlighten me?

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I have a feeling that all internet servers are out to screw me over tonight!

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Timely Tuesday TV Trip

Who would have thought?

Since my body was still feeling battered from yesterday's re-entrance at the gym, I decided to spend the morning at home, re-uniting with my beloved bean bag in front of the TV.

All I was expecting to watch today was my daily Maria la del Barrio fix. I'm engrossed in watching Soraya's trial and I'm determined to see the whole telenovela to the end. Aside from that, I was hoping to catch a little of "The Worst Witch" (a guilty pleasure) since I am amused by the likeness of Mildred Hubble and Cackles Academy to Harry Potter.

But I was in for a surprise. Instead of The Worst Witch (nuts!), I got to watch Cedie and Princess Sarah. Looks like ABS-CBN is reverting back to the cartoons of my Grade School days! Cedie is at 9:30 and Sarah is at 10.

Needless to say, I am overjoyed. Sure, it's a rerun but even back then, I never could tire of Cedie no matter how many times it was played over and over.

In fact, I was happy to hear the "Cedie Song" once again. I used to love singing along to it, even if I had no idea how to sing Japanese or understand whatever the hell I was singing.

I think Cedie has been on for about 2 weeks now, and Sarah, which ended last Friday, is starting all over again.

Now, if only they would show the Von Trapp family singers again. I am still longing to see the final episode.

My summer mornings are now filled with the shows of my yesteryears. It's one big senti trip.

By the way, something to take note of: ever notice that Cedie and Lavinia have the same voice?

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Manic Monday

Just call me "Hari ng Sablay".

It may have been one helluva productive day, but it was all one blooper after the other.

Sablay # 1: I made my grand (re)entrance in the gym.

Since I was saddled with a really awful schedule that would have me in school until late, I decided utilize my morning free time to drag my lazy behind to the gym.

Yep. Still abiding by the saying at the back of the Fitness First membership card (though I'm not a member) "Motivation is what gets you started but habit is what keeps you going", I was trying to convince myself that my gym visits are "habits".

Right, tell yourself that Bundi. One thing I really hate about stopping is that you lose so much momentum that it takes a lot of sheer political will to get started all over again. And when you do start, you're back to square 1. As such was my case.

It was Square One alright. I decreased my weights by 10 pounds just to get the ball rolling.

Something I discovered for today: Never, ever go to the gym without eating breakfast. Yeah, that was really stupid of me, but I honestly thought I could do it. I was proven wrong.

After only 10 minutes on my beloved elliptical machine, my world was spinning around like a tornado. I had to get off, get a drink of water and sit down to regroup myself.

I was even thinking of just up and leaving, but my end goal for going to the gym came to mind: get rid of the beer belly, get rid of the beer belly... I swear, these are the times when my binges with alcohol come back to haunt me-- in the form of my paunch!

I eventually ended up staying. Weaker than usual, paler than usual but I grunted my whole program through. I was just so glad when my whole session was over.

Sablay # 2: I got to school 30 minutes before class... only to find out that the teacher gave a free cut.

Hoo boy. These are the things that make you snap. Hell, I could have spent the day sleeping. Or camping out on my beloved bean bag in front of the TV. But nooooo....

In my annoyance, I was determined to make my trip worth it. Thus, I had a book xeroxed for my book report (Hollywood vs America by Medved. National Bookstore copy is P41.00 but it's not in stock. Xerox is P271...), I picked up some readings, I bought some medicines from my derma and I went to LTO.

Finally! Armed with my Affidavit of Loss, I was ready to claim my card license.

I just have to say that LTO Makati is such a madhouse. Just to claim my card license, it took me over an hour. And 3 quarters of that time was spent waiting.

And when I finally get my license, this leads to...

Sablay # 3: The horror that is my driver's license picture.

It is my third license picture and for the 3rd time in a row, I cannot get it right. I will never look half decent in my license.

In my first license, I looked like a thug. In my 2nd license, I looked like a comedian. Thank God its lost now.

In my 3rd license, well, I look like... July? Josh Groban? Lenny Kravitz? I was afraid for a moment that my hair wouldn't fit into the picture. It's the famous "Bundi Afro".

At least that license picture will serve as a reminder to myself: that I should never, EVER (even under threat of death) grow my hair that long again.

Or in my case, the hair does not grow long. It grows big. In the picture, my hair was not cut for 3 months. And I didn't have a haircut until after 5. So you can just imagine...

Like I said, never, EVER again. I'm happy now rubbing my fuzzy head.

May have been a pretty offbeat day, but at least it was productive. I was even able to throw in an hour of studying Philosophy.

Thank God for sablay days, they get me productive. Maybe I should have more of these in the future... just hopefully not at the cost of my sanity.

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Return to Sims Village

One of my better Sim houses

At this time last year, I was addicted to The Sims.

For half a year, I was a zombie in front of the computer, involved in ruling the lives of computer-generated characters.

It was a great pastime for awhile. It was cheap because I didn't have to max out the family's Mozcom account. Yet I was occupied for hours on end- building houses and going about playing the game. I only took to the internet to look for things to download.

There were even times when I'd go home from school straight away because I had a vision of a house that I wanted to create immediately. Or I'd be envisioning houses while at the gym, or during the trip home. Or even during boring classes.

In fact, the back of my notebooks were full of little plans I would have for houses that I wanted to build. That was how badly I was addicted. And everytime I'd learn of a new expansion pack, I'd lose no time in snapping up the pirated version.

But like most computer games, The Sims had a shelf life. It could keep me amused, but it couldn't sustain the amusement. I mean, how long can you really keep up a very tiresome cycle which offers little variation to the lives of your Sims?

Expansion packs complicated things all the more, so the whole thing seemed less appealing. Maybe I also outgrew the whole thing. But in any case, I spent less and less time with the game until eventually I stopped.

It's been around 6 months since I last played it, but boredom today made me decide to give it another shot. And things haven't changed.

I think I am losing the patience to play. Or maybe I've outgrown the Sim phase in my life.The "family" I play is still hard to manage and very stressful. I guess the only joy I derived out of playing was making all my Sims engage in promiscuous relations...

But I still love creating houses for my Sims. That aspect of the game I will never tire of I guess. Months of abstinence from the game has not lessened my saturation with it.

But then again, I think computer games are not really my thing. The Sims were just a deviation.

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Will somebody please tell...

... Jericho Rosales that he cannot carry a note. And that if he can't do it, he shouldn't force it. Please. For the good of the country.

... Richard Gomez that the song "Tag-Ulan" is not meant to be danced to.

... Inquirer to devote more space to news and less to entertainment. The antics of people who would ordinarily be common are things we really don't need to hear about.

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Incidentally, I just wish that Filipino show business would stop glorifying people with "the accent".

Anybody see the MTV VJ hunt 2003? I believe we are the only country in Asia where being able to speak like an American is a major plus.

This really says something about our identity as a nation. How truly sad.

Ah... I think it's the sweltering hot weather that's making me unbelievably uptight today. Hehehe!

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