Most of the time, great things come during our least expectations. Just like having a new blog.

Christian is now hosting my new blog —>

http://jmar.asteeg.net

Yeah, I’m moving.
Please update your links. Thanks!

A brittle stick about less than a foot long, made of flour, and filled with chocolate stuff inside. Everybody is crazy over it. But you cannot really blame everybody. Even I…I’m being captivated by its addictive taste. The way it caresses my taste buds to heaven — like I don’t wanna escape its tasty cylindrical body. Every bite is more than a pail of water, killing the flames of craving inside me. Yeah, it’s the stick we all want to bite…

Vicious dachshund attacking harmless and totally helpless stick.
Image courtesy of this link.

No…not that stick! The other kind of stick…

Yeah! That one! Anyway…my sister was eating ten sticks of Stick-o about three hours ago. My mom asked for a stick but there were already none — my sister had already consumed everything. No sticks left for mom. Mom was on the verge of craving during that moment so she gave me some coins and asked me to buy her ten sticks of Stick-o in the nearest sari-sari stores. I went out…looked for ten sticks of Stick-o in the nearest sari-sari stores as what mom’s behest. But I came home with the coins, still locked inside my fist.

We were drowned in a flood of great depression — my sister already bought all of the Stick-os wherever sari-sari store she got ‘em…and there were nothing left for us.

I can hear the microscopic cells of my tongue shouting for Stick-os. I can feel my gastrointestinal tract’s pain of wanting to digest some Stick-os.

Nothing can ever, ever, ever, ever, ever replace how I thirst for you, oh, my dear Stick-o. I offer you this post. No matter how nonsensical this is. No matter how absurd I write this. No matter how poor your nutritional value is. What’s significant is that you’re still my favorite among all of the foods available in a sari-sari store. And…you’re still cheap despite of the economic crisis in this country. I’m still gonna itch after you no matter what.

Mother’s Day
Last Sunday was mother’s day and I was feeling kinda guilty because I never got anything for my mom. But at least, a nice “Happy Mother’s Day!” kinda wiped out my guilt…even just a bit.

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I’m Not Crazy, I’m Just A Little Unwell (I hope…)

Well I’m not crazy
I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay a while and maybe then you’ll see a different side of me*

My mom recently told me that I’ve been acting kinda weird lately and that I have a lot of secrets they don’t know. She even asked,

Ano ba yang pinagtata-type mo sa computer?

I was blogging during that time. I shrugged and said the classic palusot, “Wala lang”. She than answered,

Kaya hirap kaming intindihin ka eh. Ang dami mo kasing sikretong tinatago samin…

Yeah, she’s right. They do misunderstand me in a lot of ways…and I do have a lot of secrets I don’t tell them. Just like this blog you’re reading right now. My parents don’t know anything about this.

I don’t know if they know that I blog (or do they even know “blog”) or anything about this blog. In my whole three years of blogging, I never told my family anything about my “cyber life”. Besides, I won’t give a damn to let them read my blog.

This, perhaps, is the only thing that separates myself from my physical being. I mean, everybody sees me as me — a five foot (and some inches) guy, apparently hanging on the hell of puberty. I consider myself different from what I am outside than to what I write about myself on this blog. And I don’t want my family to know the other side of my being. I don’t know. I’m really baffled.

…And that’s why I think I’m crazy.

And if you’re really curios of who I am, you just simply have to come in here, read some stuff and that’s it — that’s who I am. And that’s all I can offer. Paradoxically, I don’t know that much about myself. Maybe somebody knows better of who I am than I do. But as much as I can, I put down everything I have in head on this thing we all call blog. And so far as summer is concerned, this blog is the only thing that keeps my systems running (except for food, that is).

I really feel empty right now. But ironically, my mind is full of things. I really don’t know what they are. But I always keep on thinking about ‘em. Gaahhh…I am crazy. I swear I am.

I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes
Every dot com’s refreshing for a journal update**

*Unwell by Matchbox Twenty
**Thriller by Fall Out Boy

The Top 4: (L-R) David Cook, Syesha Mercado, Jason Castro (eliminated), and David Archuleta

Jason Castro, the funky-looking-hair guy from Texas literally packed his suitcases and left American Idol, leaving behind the top 3: David Cook, David Archuleta, and Syesha Mercado. Whatever. Now these are my opinions on whatever the finals might be…

DAVID vs. DAVID
I bet it’s gonna be David vs. David since these two are really great. They have a very tough competition between them. They both have the fans, they both have great voices and they both impress teh judges. And hey, so far, these two guys didn’t experience how it’s like to sit in the stool and be part of the bottom group. Between these two dudes, I really don’t know who’s gonna win. And whoever wins, America really did the right decision…these two are great, man!

DAVID COOK vs. SYESHA
But Syesha still has hope, others say. Some think that it’ll be David Cook vs. Syesha Mercado. Apparently, Syesha has been doing good lately…and uh, she’s been singing so hot since the Andew Lloyd Webber week where she sang “One Rock’n'Roll Too Many” and received compliments from the judges. Randy said she could be a huge Broadway star, Paula said that she brought the house down, and Simon thought it was very sexy. And about David Cook, nothing much to say about him. I just think every time he performs, he just always go there, right on the stage and the whole singing thing just comes off really fantastic. Specially when he does his arrangements and stuff.

Syesha really improves very hot and David’s great. She can do a really amazing performance. I mean, she’s a great singer and she has a very fantastic voice and she can really out sing David or the other David.

SYESHA vs. DAVID ARCHULETA
I don’t know. Maybe same as what I’ve written on the DAVID COOK vs. SYESHA.

….

The finale’s gonna be on May 20. I know that these three will do good on the finale. And whoever wins, I think he/she really deserves it.

(Those are just pure opinions. You have your own. Stick to it.)

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Now this time, blame Jazmine. Hehehe.

NAME 10 THINGS THAT STARTS WITH THE LETTER “M”

1. MARS BARS – I love chocolates!
2. MILO - is kinda addictive.
3. MOON - My classmate believes that Armstrong’s landing on the moon was fake. He said that the footage was just shot in some studio.
4. MR. KRABS – One of my favorite cartoon characters. He’s rich but he’s cheap.
5. MONDO - A Marvel Comics character. I don’t know him. I just heard and seen him once.
6. MATH - I hate talking about numbers.
7. MENDELEEV - A Russian scientist known for arranging the Periodic Table of Elements. Mendeleev was the name of my section when I was in 3rd year.
8. MAY - It’s May. Duh.
9. MICROBIOLOGY - was one of my favorite subjects in 3rd year.
10. MUSIC - Rakenrol! \m/

Geez, pinagpawisan ako dun ah! Ang hirap mag isip ng napakaraming M’s. Hehehe.

I taggg…. Bong, Cars, Christian, Loren, and Utakgago. Hehehehehehe!!!! )

School is almost a month away but I still cannot really believe it. I mean, I haven’t really enjoyed the hell of summer and I’m still complacently lying in the comfortable bed of boredom and laziness. Seriously. I really enjoy being spoiled by my parents and they don’t know how much I thank them for that. Lol.

But I’m feeling kinda rude because I cannot give my mom anything for mother’s day. Well I hope she’ll understand that it’s friggin summer and I don’t have money (unless she’s gonna give me some dough to buy her a gift or something…I think that’ll be nice. Hehe).

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I watched The Number 23 starring Jim Carrey and a bunch of actors namely, I-Don’t-Know-Who, I-Don’t-Know-Who, and I-Don’t-Know-Who on HBO yesterday. The Suicide Blonde is kinda hot though. Anyway, It was definitely a kickass movie with a whole bunch of 23s in it. What the hell is about the number 23 (literally…not the movie) anyway?

I researched it yesterday, right away after watching the movie. And I found out that there really is an enigma on teh number 23. For some, they believe that 23 is a “death number”. Well, whatever.

• Each parent contributes 23 chromosomes to the DNA of a child.
• It takes 23 seconds for blood to circulate throughout the entire body.
• In humans, the 23rd chromosome determines gender.
• There are 23 letters in the Latin alphabet.
• Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times when he was assassinated.
• Earth’s axis is off by 23.5 degrees.
• The Knights Templar had 23 Grand Masters.
• William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564.
• William Shakespeare died on April 23, 1616.
• The ancient Egyptian and Sumerian calendars begin on July 23.
• The Titanic sank the morning of April 15th, 1912 (4 + 1 + 5 + 1 + 9 + 1 + 2 = 23)
• The Mayans believed the world will end on December 23, 2012 (20 + 1 + 2 = 23).
• John Dillinger robbed 26 banks, but only 23 for money.
• The distance from the center of Mars to its nearest moon is 23,500 km.
• 230 people died on TWA Flight 800.
• Kurt Cobain was born in 1967: 1+9+6+7 = 23.
• Kurt Cobain died in 1994: 1+9+9+4 = 23.
• Charles Manson was born on November 12th (11 + 12 = 23).
• The Number 23 opened in theaters on February 23rd, 2007.

Spooky, eh?

Yesterday, I suddenly got interested on synchronicity and coincidental stuff. I dunno. Maybe because of the movie and a lot of really spooky coincidences I read on the net yesterday. There were also these Lincoln-Kennedy coincidences that you wouldn’t believe that they’re true. Well here they are and oh, have a history teacher to explain this — if they can…

Looking at this image makes me feel really creeeepy.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln ’s secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln .

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln , was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln , was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named ‘Ford.’
Kennedy was shot in a car called ‘ Lincoln ‘ made by ‘Ford.’

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here’s the kicker…

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was in Marilyn Monroe.

Seriously, I’m looking for synchronicities in my life — just like the number 23 on Walter Sparrow (Jim Carrey) on The Number 23 movie. Well whatever those maybe, they should make sure that they won’t get me insane and make me end up jumping off my bedroom window. I’m acrophobic.

“Be sure that your sins will find you out.”
-Numbers 32:23

Blame Loren.

• Each blogger must post these rules first.
• Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
• Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.
• At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
• Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

10 completely random facts about me:

1. I have a large mole on my head and another one on my back.
2. I hate puberty.
3. I take a bath for about one and a half hours. All I usually do in the bathroom is play with water. I do not actually put stuff on my face, I just spend much of my time in the bathroom playing with water.
4. I sing in the bathroom. And sometimes, I dance too. Lol.
5. When I started blogging in March 2, 2005 (to be exact), my first blog ever was entitled “Blog Ko Toh!”.
6. I bite my finger nails just for the hell of it.
7. I love eating at KFC! xD
8. I’m lazy.
9. I was awarded as one of the best campers when we had a boy scout camp in Mt. Makiling when I was in Grade 6.
10. I dream of having supernatural powers.

I tag (in alphabetical order)…. Allysa, Arvin, Chester, Isha, Jake, Jam, Jazmine, Jod.

Ok, I am writing a post while listening to the rain drops, falling on the concrete ground outside. I just wonder what happens to those stranded people outside, under the rain, keeping themselves dry under some shed. It’s funny to think that they are probably expecting that there would be no downpour to soak ‘em in the middle of summer. And it’s funny how the rain drops reach me through this window beside me. And it’s funny how my sister is currently drinking iced chocolate drink instead of a hot one. In the first place, why the hell is it raining in the middle of summer? Am I wrong with addressing that tonight is still the middle of summer? What the hell is the matter with the weather?

I’m not going to tell you about this global warming and climate change stuff that makes the weather more and more ridiculous. Besides, eventually, everything will just lead to destruction no matter how hard we prevent it. We will die someday. In fact, I am not afraid of dying. I just don’t want it to happen today and tomorrow and next week and next month and next year and next next year. Perhaps, someday when I’m old enough and when I have already done whatever I wanna do with my life. Lemme taste college, for cheapssake! And lemme have a job and an office first.

Talking about when to die, I remember when I was 12, I checked out this website that tells you when you’re gonna die. And when I tried it out, it said that I’m gonna die some time in 2085. I don’t know what the hell they did to get that result. But for me, 92 years of living is more than enough.

Anyway, the heaven seems to be calming down a bit. But the rain didn’t forget to remind me of the time when I was stranded in the middle of the rain. That was way back in my freshman days. But I won’t tell you the whole story anyway. Besides, it really doesn’t make any sense. All I ever did during those minutes is to stare at my soaked English book with its pages, all crippled up. Maybe that’s what those stranded people outside do — stare at something until the rain stops. I wonder if do they even talk with each other, have a chat about how the weather has been stupid these past few days. I also wonder if those with the umbrella even share a bit of their umbrella to someone. Gahhh…I guess people are getting selfish nowadays. Hehehe.

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My journalism teacher wanted me to join into the Kabataan Essay category of the Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature. But I didn’t join. I just didn’t feel like writing a four paged typewritten essay this summer. It was about where the hell in this country you’re gonna bring a foreigner for one day. My answer was to Eat Bualaga or Wowowee. I know it sounds funny. My reason was to show that foreigner that the Filipinos still get to have some time to have fun despite of poverty and all that stuff. And that these game shows somehow, give a bit of fortune to its contestants who are really in need of it. And from the cash prize they get from these shows, they can actually start building up their future — put up a small sari-sari store until they earn a lot from it…then, they’re rich!

I think it was kinda cool but on second thought, I think stretching out my thoughts about the topic in four pages would just turn out err…ugly. So I didn’t join it. Pfffft.

“I came to you. I was calling you…I was even shouting so loud, but I guess you weren’t there. I kept on shouting. I waited for you. I was hoping to see you — even just a hint of you. I just wanted to know if you still need me or not. Yeah, I was shouting my lungs out. But you didn’t come. Now that I’ve already gone away…you want me back?! Screw you!”
-MANGTATAHO

“The law doesn’t protect anyone. We are vicitims of abortion too! We just want some fucking justice for Chrissake!”
-BALUT

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Hindi tayo hayop…

Hindi tayo tayo…

…

Bagay tayo! Bagay!

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Boy, was I bored?!

…I haven’t posted anything for quite awhile now. My computer got itself in need of some technical repairs for unknown reasons, which made my summer a bit more boring than usual. I don’t really feel like going out to the beach or go to some freaking resort. I’d rather laze around.

Anyway, I went maaad over that SpongeBob-A-Thon on Nickelodeon last Friday. Man, that was four freaking hours of new never before seen episodes of Spongebob Squarepants. My eyes wanna pop outta my head due to that heavy consumption of so much Spongebob Squarepants. Boy, was I hungry for cartoons?

Speaking of Spongebob, I was planning to join the “Where’s Gary” contest on Nick last week to win some Spongebob goodies. All I had to do was to find Gary (Spongebob’s pet snail) and SMS them where the hell did I find that snail. But while I was on the edge of sending them an SMS, I suddenly backed off. I just thought that I’m fifteen years old, and I’m too old to join a kiddie contest. Sigh! I was so childish. So I promised myself after consuming that 4-hour Spongebob Squarepants, to watch more grown-up movies than TV shows for kids.

And speaking of grown-up movies, here’s a list of movies that I watched this summer (thanks to HBO!) with a bit of review from a non-movie expert….

1. Stranger Than Fiction
I watched this last holy week with my sister. We both enjoyed the movie and we both found it great. In the first part of the movie, you’ll find Stranger Than Fiction undoubtedly…uh, strange. But in the second part, when everything strange goes clear, you’ll find a very body-twisting twist.

2. The Pursuit of Happyness
And again, I watched this with my sister. I say, this is one sad movie. It will really pull those tears off your eyes and will keep it rolling down on your cheeks. But every story has its happy ending. Good thing.

3. An Inconvenient Truth
Watched this with my sister again which just made her fall asleep since this documentary of Al Gore’s talks too scientifically that normal 5th graders like my sister won’t get to appreciate. Anyway, this docu’s about global warming and how our planet has been constantly changing and all that stuff. Watching that film knocked my conscience off really hard.

We actually viewed it in school some time during the first or second grading in our Soc Sci class but we weren’t able to finish it that’s why I gave a damn to watch it again on HBO. So if you really care about the earth and if you really want your great great great grand children to have a better, greener, and cleaner place to live, watch this film and get a really hard smack on your conscience.

4. Final Destination 3
I just watched this last night and again, with my sister while my parents’re out. That was my third time to see the film but I still felt its thrill, suspense, and gross. Good thing HBO deleted some of its disgusting scenes because my sister was about to spew. I cannot really say that this is a great movie because I’m not really a movie critic but when talking about its suspense/thriller…uh, stuff, it’s good.

That’s it.

Well aside from watching movies and deluging myself in a flood of Spongebob Squarepants, this summer, I somehow, fulfilled one of my frustrations — photography.

Using a not-so-delicious digital camera, I captured some (well for me) nice pictures to satisfy my greatest critic — myself.

I call this one, “I thought I saw a puddy tat”.
That was my cat watching Discovery Travel and Living. Lol.

That’s not all. I am currently updating my crappy DeviantArt. You can view it whenever you want, but please leave a comment so that I know that you dropped by. Please, as much as possible, appreciate my photography. Thanks.

That’s everything I can post for now. Later!
 

This is kinda weird.

I really got freaking emotional and sort of depressed while I was browsing at the pictures I took in school two or three years ago during my freshman days. Man, we only have eleven months left until we have to climb up some stage, graduating in some funny dress I don’t really feel like wearing at this moment. But as the window at Papemelroti (a gift shop) in Megamall says, “The tassel is worth the hassle”. Pfft.

Ahhhh…..those childish days. So old and smell like peanut butter. Oh did I say peanut butter? I meant, pee-nut butter and uh…jelly.

Okay, and where was I?

Those childish days, when innocent minds were forced to get filled in with complicated x+y’s that I didn’t really enjoy. Then there was one thing I will never forget — violence. Well actually, I wasn’t really violent during those times neither was I put into some violent situation. What I mean is that I was accused of being violent. Yes, I said it right this time. I have been wrongly friggin accused of being violent. Or in the popular culture — bullying. And who’s the guy who pointed his fat index finger to me? No other than the school prefect during that year.

I won’t forget that moment when the school prefect entered our during that time, noisy room. You could really see his guts from afar. That military-like body of his. That masungit look. And those crappy words he blurted out…”Atienza, stand up”. I stood up quickly to show him that I also, somehow, have some guts on those kinds of sticky situations. But deep inside, I was nervous like hell. “Yes sir?” I replied. My heart was beating faster and faster, waiting for the next words he would spit out. “You are bullying your classmates. Are you?!”. Darn him! That was the most absurd question I ever heard in my entire life. “No sir”, I replied like a soldier being asked if he left his underwear in the quarters.

The next thing that happened was, he turned to my classmates and asked if I ever did any bullying acts to them. I saw my classmates’ eyes…they were big and wide as if something really bad happened. I was waiting for someone to answer. No one answered. I was still waiting for any answers. The prefect was also waiting. It was ten seconds until somebody said “No sir”. I was kinda relieved and thankful that a classmate saved me from being accused of something I wasn’t really doing in the first place. I didn’t know if he was satisfied with my classmate’s answer. But I saw those eyes and those guts when he left.

Gah. That was really unforgettable. That was just one of the things I won’t really forget. But honestly, I’m really innocent on that bullying thang.