The toilet got stopped up, and I had to resort to the not so effective "Plumber's Secret," a plastic, poor excuse for a plunger.

My day, in a nutshell.

Bowling... for... Compliments?
I arrived at my duckpin bowling class late, again, for the umpeteenth time, and I got an 81. Two spares!

Suggesting Tye-dyeing Was Not a Good Idea
Ateneo high reared its ugly head (ay-gain) and bit me on the ass (ay-gain), when my chem group was forced to be stuck with "The [yawn] Chemistry of [yawn] Dyeing" for a topic.

Exploding Cans of Something-toxin
I found out that I am psychic, for when I suggested that we bother ma'am and do "poisons" instead, what else came up on the LCD-projected screen but, of course, The Chemistry of Poisons. (Note to self: Do not buy shelled, salted peanuts by roadside. May be lethal.)

Blockmate Envy:
Mr. Amarra and Mr. Imperio asked me if I wanted to do lunch with them in CS, and then when I got there, they dumped me for their blockmates. (Kidding. Like I'm not guilty for the same thing. ) One day, I will be introduced to these "blockmates" they speak of so fondly.

Darkroom Depression
My photo plates came out 'orrible! We had to submit four things: a contact print (basically a photo of six negatives), a test strip (small strip of photo paper, used to gauge how much time you should expose your final plate), a "Visual Elements" final plate and a "People" final plate. My final plates were bad. My "Elements" was a bit okay, but my "People" one was really bad. I could have lobbed the chewed-up tissue and itty-bitty pieces of shit from my toilet on paper and done a better job.

So I went home feeling rotten. I went to sleep, missed dinner and ended up eating by myself. And now I have tons of stuff to do (English paper, Film report, Chem research and org stuff).

Meh. I have to cut my toenails. G'night.

Currently listening to: Silent Sanctuary - Sleep to Dream
Currently reading: Christopher Pike's Sati
Currently feeling: tired

Oo na. Corny na'ko.

My site is wonderfully wonderfully autumn-y. Plus it isn't that hard to read. Much thanks to Rachel.

(The Autumn Thing and the School Thing)

Since Tony, Jomel and I were off at 2:30, I coaxed them into playing DoTA (Warcraft, for the ignorant few. Haha). As much as I wanted to go home, a part of me really itched to play since I was feeling down and my week kinda sucked, for reasons I don't exactly know.

Anyway, we took the Katip jeep, and this is where I talk to all the isko in the hauz (population of 5 on my friends list). Passing by that Islamic Studies place, we saw that traffic was baaad, and upon getting to Vinzon's Hall, we thought that we were going down that other road going to Katip (which probably would've been heavily trafficked as well). Turns out the driver decided to go behind AS, drive through that road that both the Toki and Ikot go through, out onto C.P. Garcia and into Katipunan. And surprise, no traffic! Galing talaga ni manong.

We got to KFC, saw no free slots at Blueskies, spied Ateneans making tusok-tusok the fishball (that coming from Tony, obviously) and went to Cello's to have donuts instead. After the donuts, I thought, hey, isn't there an internet place just beside us? The Areneoneo? ( )

So we go to this place, actually named NeoAtens/es (means "our computers sometimes inexplicably freeze or black out" in Korean). Got to play three games, the first with some of these other guys that were there, and the two with one other guy, " " (his name).

I got to use that Dwarven Sniper guy, Mortred and the Morphling. If I hadn't been the sucky player that I was, I'm sure I could've had more fun with the heroes I picked (although I think the PCs had a lot more to do with it. Hehe.)

The Morphling, in particular, was a very interesting hero to use, though when it comes down to it, he's only really good for his spell steal... spell. He's still a lot of fun though, with his tidal waving, and his blinking, and his stat switching. I wanna play him again.

Currently listening to: Instrumental Eleanor Rigby
Currently feeling: rejuvenated

I was in this debate thing for English. Our topic was on talent shows and how you really can't produce real talent in it, which is actually very true. I didn't prepare for it at all, not because I was confident (Ha. Haha.) but because I was half the rebuttal, and with our topic, there was no real way to prepare for it at all.

So our group was already, mmm, sinking, right around the second speech. And then our first rebuttal didn't go really well (no offense to my paper partner) and then supposedly I'm supposed to get our group back on its feet, me being an Atenean (like, whatever) and all.

I get up on stage, with these pieces of paper in my hands, like they're supposed to help me make my point? But I kinda flap them around a bit, trying to make with the debate. And I sputter and mumble a bit before I spontaneously combust onstage, and then everyone's screaming and shit, like "gyeaaaaaah! suunooooggg!" before my burnt corpse drops to the floor.


I hate myself. It's a class grade, by the way. Our first group did well, so I'm hoping we don't all fail. Crap.

Anyway. It's over and done with.


I've got a bleeding toe, thanks to a pedicure I had last Sunday. And no, none of that metrosexual shit, because it's all about personal hygiene, people.
I thought it was going pretty well, even with the little pain that went with it. I mean, "no pain, no gain," right?
And I look at my foot, and I think "Looks all right. Looks a little red around the edge though." Then I wiggle it a bit, then "Is my toe bleeding?" And it hurt, and so it was. After I paid for his job well done, the pedicurista/o goes "Thank you sir" or something, then I go "Yeah. Thanks for a bleeding toe, jackass," except it really doesn't happen because it's real life but I still have a bleeding toe and it's all gauzed up and I can't get it wet so it doesn't get infected. Yeah. Thanks a lot.

I was thinking of really getting to work on my paper this time, but I got really down and ate a lot. Then I watched "Garden State" but haven't finished it yet because my brother wanted to watch tv.

Fact: Bulletproof vests, fire escapes, laser printers and windshield wipers were all invented by women.

Currently listening to: Tori's Scarlet's Walk album - good therapy
Currently feeling: sore

Or, Wow! Crapola!.

Napaisip lang ako kasi, baka dahil may mga "love team" ek-ek tayo (dito mo lang naman ata maririnig iyan eh) sa showbiz, eh upang mapilitang mag-bond ang dalawang "artista" (we have to find a better word for them, the "artist" bit is not true at all, most of the time) at madalian sila sa pag-aarte nang magkasama. Kaya parang wala na sa talent iyun, kung medyo close na yung dalawa to begin with.

Hmm. Then our bold stars really would make better actors. Odd!

So. Ehm. Ramble. And yeah, I'm watching the Starstruck finale, when SNL is on break.

I'm not going to say that the lot of them are talentless f*cktards, but I will note this: where did the shit they call "clothes" come from? My eyes are a-hurtin'. Isn't it enough that they ruin the entertainment industry?

In related news, I saw that CJ guy in the UP canteen a week ago, I think. Turns out he's going for voice lessons. Good to know someone's taking this "talent search" thing seriously.

Feeling: harassed with work. go away!
Eating: buko pie!
Reading: C. Pike's Sati
Watching: The Oscars.
Hearing: Let Go by Frou Frou
(Added because no one really sees this at the end of the entry.
I'll probably be doing this every time I write here, if I remember to.)

Noong wed, thurs at fri, nasa shooting ako. Kaya hindi ako nakasali sa mga dota-dota na iyan.

Doon sa isang shooting (kay Ate Pie, CAST member), ako yung main "talent." Yeah. I know. Weird 'no? Eh ganoon...
Nadala ko naman sana. Kahit sobrang blank yung mukha ko, sana maganda pa rin yung project niya. Eniwey. Parang seminarista yung role ko. Tapos yung secret ko (oooo... secret...) ay naipalabas ng isang co-seminarist (whaaat?) at nagpakamatay ako. Iyan.

Sa huwebes, nagshoot kami ng mga seminary sequences doon sa bahay ni Ate Pie. Tapos nakatapos kami nang mga 8. Pumunta kaming UP, tapos ihahatid dapat ako pauwi, pero inisip ko hahabol na lang ako doon sa Solidarity Night namin sa MassComm.

(Eto na yung masaya.) Nandoon yung mga iba kong ka-org, pero patapos na rin pala yung event nang 9. Noong nagsi-alisan na yung mga iba, mga walo na lang kaming natitira't hinihintay ko pa yung kuya ko, sinuggest na mag-open field kami.

Ang saya sa open field. Siya yung field na malapit sa Maskom, yung kaharap ng Quezon Hall at tabi ng University Road. Nagjojoke kami, ayun, saya talaga.

Pero eto: noong nandoon kami, may magsiyota na nagmemake-out sa may tabi. So parang na-curious naman kami, palingon-lingon kuminsan, kahit madilim naman at medyo ewan din namin kung anong ginagawa nila. Pero the whole time na nandoon kami, nandoon din sila.

Nang mga 11:45, iyun, nagjojoke pa kami. Yung isa kong masayahing kasama, si Sarah (hi sarah), sa gitna ng joke ay napatingin doon sa direksyon ng magsyota. Tapos biglang napaTAWA siya. Yung iba ko namang kasama, nag-shhh-shhh at pa-cover-up na "ano yung joke? ano yung joke?"

Nakatalikod ako noon, so ewan ko kung anong nangyari pagdaan ng dalawang magsiyota. Iyun pala lalake sila pareho. Surprise! Hindi ko rin nakita, kahit noong dumaan sila. Kalahating bulag ako, sorry.

So iyun lang. Noong biyernes, nagpaka-actor ako ulit, tapos iyun. Wala na. Hindi na rin siguro ako sasali sa mga shooting sa Marso't marami na akong kailangang gawin.