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• Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
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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.

Stranded

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.

Quotable Quotes

“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…

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Hindi tayo tayo…

Apparently…

…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!
 

Nostalgia

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.