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unrivalled || the fifth encounter
...and forever we shall be...
01 September 2008 @ 12:10 am
Kamen Rider Kiva 30
29 May 2008 @ 07:43 pm
just getting the news out because i don't want a certain fandom-bashing troll to represent me XD
Because this is IMPORTANT.
Guys, PLEASE vote for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2)
legomymalfoy, who is an awesome AWESOME person. Then please pick rm and vichan (in that order). You can find their platforms here. These users are logical, sensible people who have shown clear and responsible thinking and action over the years of their membership on Livejournal. Most importantly, they have not dissed fandom and do not look down on those of us who are members of fandom. Yes, this is important. We do NOT want to put on the Advisory Board someone who calls more than half of LJ as retards and geeks. We need someone who will respect us for our love of fandom even if in a sense we are being geeky about it; I refuse to be represented by someone who insults the existence of the one thing that makes me happy, and I hope you do too.
So. Go and vote. ^_^
Guys, PLEASE vote for
legomymalfoy, who is an awesome AWESOME person. Then please pick rm and vichan (in that order). You can find their platforms here. These users are logical, sensible people who have shown clear and responsible thinking and action over the years of their membership on Livejournal. Most importantly, they have not dissed fandom and do not look down on those of us who are members of fandom. Yes, this is important. We do NOT want to put on the Advisory Board someone who calls more than half of LJ as retards and geeks. We need someone who will respect us for our love of fandom even if in a sense we are being geeky about it; I refuse to be represented by someone who insults the existence of the one thing that makes me happy, and I hope you do too.So. Go and vote. ^_^
16 May 2008 @ 02:19 pm
why the philippines is a great country
Matter of Taste By Matthew Sutherland
I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation, which I have yet to take, and that's to eat BALUT.
The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. BALUT, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is.
It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me; I have to go and throw up now.
I'll be back in a minute.
Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, merienda ceyna, dinner, bedtime snacks and no one saw me take that cookie from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count.
The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fish balls, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.
Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines:
Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon (food in small container) and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork.
You try eating rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.
One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go, "Sir! KAIN TAYO!" ("Let's eat!").
This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound - if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier.
I think that's great!
In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") as a general greeting, irrespective of time of day or location.
Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: Spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything KINILAW; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterolic frenzy of a good old-fashioned LECHON de leche (roast pig) feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful.
I also share one key Pinoy trait --- a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it!
It's the weird food you want to avoid. In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (DINUGUAN); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "SOUP NUMBER FIVE" (I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, BAGOONG, and it's equally stinky sister, PATIS.
Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.
Then there's the small matter of the purple ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating purple food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold. And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG KAMBING (goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...
The Filipino, of course, has a well -developed sense of food.
Here's a typical Pinoy food joke:
"I'm on a seafood diet.
"What's a seafood diet?" "When I see food, I eat it!"
Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals, the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum,yum. Bon appetit.
WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say, to lose them.
The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it.
Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy.
Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names".
These are nicknames that sound like -well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name Ping. None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear.
Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic.
Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where come from "dong" is a slang word for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent!!!
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.
Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.
More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).
Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver.
That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila --taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.
Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.
And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?
How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.
Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true?
Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin? Where else but the Philippines!
Note: Philippines has a senator named Joker, and it is his legal name.
I have now been in this country for over six years, and consider myself in most respects well assimilated. However, there is one key step on the road to full assimilation, which I have yet to take, and that's to eat BALUT.
The day any of you sees me eating balut, please call immigration and ask them to issue me a Filipino passport. Because at that point there will be no turning back. BALUT, for those still blissfully ignorant non-Pinoys out there, is a fertilized duck egg. It is commonly sold with salt in a piece of newspaper, much like English fish and chips, by street vendors usually after dark, presumably so you can't see how gross it is.
It's meant to be an aphrodisiac, although I can't imagine anything more likely to dispel sexual desire than crunching on a partially formed baby duck swimming in noxious fluid. The embryo in the egg comes in varying stages of development, but basically it is not considered macho to eat one without fully discernable feathers, beak, and claws. Some say these crunchy bits are the best. Others prefer just to drink the so-called 'soup', the vile, pungent liquid that surrounds the aforementioned feathery fetus...excuse me; I have to go and throw up now.
I'll be back in a minute.
Food dominates the life of the Filipino. People here just love to eat. They eat at least eight times a day. These eight official meals are called, in order: breakfast, snacks, lunch, merienda, merienda ceyna, dinner, bedtime snacks and no one saw me take that cookie from-the-fridge-so-it-doesn't-count.
The short gaps in between these mealtimes are spent eating Sky Flakes from the open packet that sits on every desktop. You're never far from food in the Philippines. If you doubt this, next time you're driving home from work, try this game. See how long you can drive without seeing food and I don't mean a distant restaurant, or a picture of food. I mean a man on the sidewalk frying fish balls, or a man walking through the traffic selling nuts or candy. I bet it's less than one minute.
Here are some other things I've noticed about food in the Philippines:
Firstly, a meal is not a meal without rice - even breakfast. In the UK, I could go a whole year without eating rice. Second, it's impossible to drink without eating. A bottle of San Miguel just isn't the same without gambas or beef tapa. Third, no one ventures more than two paces from their house without baon (food in small container) and a container of something cold to drink. You might as well ask a Filipino to leave home without his pants on. And lastly, where I come from, you eat with a knife and fork. Here, you eat with a spoon and fork.
You try eating rice swimming in fish sauce with a knife.
One really nice thing about Filipino food culture is that people always ask you to SHARE their food. In my office, if you catch anyone attacking their baon, they will always go, "Sir! KAIN TAYO!" ("Let's eat!").
This confused me, until I realized that they didn't actually expect me to sit down and start munching on their boneless bangus. In fact, the polite response is something like, "No thanks, I just ate." But the principle is sound - if you have food on your plate, you are expected to share it, however hungry you are, with those who may be even hungrier.
I think that's great!
In fact, this is frequently even taken one step further. Many Filipinos use "Have you eaten yet?" ("KUMAIN KA NA?") as a general greeting, irrespective of time of day or location.
Some foreigners think Filipino food is fairly dull compared to other Asian cuisines. Actually lots of it is very good: Spicy dishes like Bicol Express (strange, a dish named after a train); anything cooked with coconut milk; anything KINILAW; and anything ADOBO. And it's hard to beat the sheer wanton, cholesterolic frenzy of a good old-fashioned LECHON de leche (roast pig) feast. Dig a pit, light a fire, add 50 pounds of animal fat on a stick, and cook until crisp. Mmm, mmm... you can actually feel your arteries constricting with each successive mouthful.
I also share one key Pinoy trait --- a sweet tooth. I am thus the only foreigner I know who does not complain about sweet bread, sweet burgers, sweet spaghetti, sweet banana ketchup, and so on. I am a man who likes to put jam on his pizza. Try it!
It's the weird food you want to avoid. In addition to duck fetus in the half-shell, items to avoid in the Philippines include pig's blood soup (DINUGUAN); bull's testicle soup, the strangely-named "SOUP NUMBER FIVE" (I dread to think what numbers one through four are); and the ubiquitous, stinky shrimp paste, BAGOONG, and it's equally stinky sister, PATIS.
Filipinos are so addicted to these latter items that they will even risk arrest or deportation trying to smuggle them into countries like Australia and the USA, which wisely ban the importation of items you can smell from more than 100 paces.
Then there's the small matter of the purple ice cream. I have never been able to get my brain around eating purple food; the ubiquitous UBE leaves me cold. And lastly on the subject of weird food, beware: that KALDERETANG KAMBING (goat) could well be KALDERETANG ASO (dog)...
The Filipino, of course, has a well -developed sense of food.
Here's a typical Pinoy food joke:
"I'm on a seafood diet.
"What's a seafood diet?" "When I see food, I eat it!"
Filipinos also eat strange bits of animals, the feet, the head, the guts, etc., usually barbecued on a stick. These have been given witty names, like "ADIDAS" (chicken's feet); "KURBATA" (either just chicken's neck, or "neck and thigh" as in "neck-tie"); "WALKMAN" (pigs ears); "PAL" (chicken wings); "HELMET" (chicken head); "IUD" (chicken intestines), and BETAMAX" (video-cassette-like blocks of animal blood). Yum,yum. Bon appetit.
WHEN I arrived in the Philippines from the UK six years ago, one of the first cultural differences to strike me was names. The subject has provided a continuing source of amazement and amusement ever since. The first unusual thing, from an English perspective, is that everyone here has a nickname. In the staid and boring United Kingdom, we have nicknames in kindergarten, but when we move into adulthood we tend, I am glad to say, to lose them.
The second thing that struck me is that Philippine names for both girls and boys tend to be what we in the UK would regard as overbearingly cutesy for anyone over about five. Fifty-five-year-olds colleague put it.
Where I come from, a boy with a nickname like Boy Blue or Honey Boy would be beaten to death at school by pre-adolescent bullies, and never make it to adulthood. So, probably, would girls with names like Babes, Lovely, Precious, Peachy.
Then I noticed how many people have what I have come to call "door-bell names".
These are nicknames that sound like -well, doorbells. There are millions of them. Bing, Bong, Ding and Dong are some of the more common. They can be, and frequently are, used in even more door-bell-like combinations such as Bing-Bong, Ding-Dong, Ting-Ting, and so on. Even our newly appointed chief of police has a doorbell name Ping. None of these doorbell names exist where I come from, and hence sound unusually amusing to my untutored foreign ear.
Someone once told me that one of the Bings, when asked why he was called Bing, replied, "because my brother is called Bong". Faultless logic.
Dong, of course, is a particularly funny one for me, as where come from "dong" is a slang word for well; perhaps "talong" is the best Tagalog equivalent!!!
Repeating names was another novelty to me, having never before encountered people with names like Len-Len, Let-Let, Mai-Mai, or Ning-Ning. The secretary I inherited on my arrival had an unusual one: Leck-Leck. Such names are then frequently further refined by using the "squared" symbol, as in Len2 or Mai2. This had me very confused for a while.
Then there is the trend for parents to stick to a theme when naming their children. This can be as simple as making them all begin with the same letter, as in Jun, Jimmy, Janice, and Joy.
More imaginative parents shoot for more sophisticated forms of assonance or rhyme, as in Biboy, Boboy, Buboy, Baboy (notice the names get worse the more kids there are-best to be born early or you could end up being a Baboy).
Even better, parents can create whole families of, say, desserts (Apple Pie, Cherry Pie, Honey Pie) or flowers (Rose, Daffodil, Tulip). The main advantage of such combinations is that they look great painted across your trunk if you're a cab driver.
That's another thing I'd never seen before coming to Manila --taxis with the driver's kids' names on the trunk.
Another whole eye-opening field for the foreign visitor is the phenomenon of the "composite" name. This includes names like Jejomar (for Jesus, Joseph and Mary), and the remarkable Luzviminda (for Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao, believe it or not). That's a bit like me being called something like "Engscowani" (for England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland). Between you and me, I'm glad I'm not.
And how could I forget to mention the fabulous concept of the randomly inserted letter 'h'. Quite what this device is supposed to achieve, I have not yet figured out, but I think it is designed to give a touch of class to an otherwise only averagely weird name. It results in creations like Jhun, Lhenn, Ghemma, and Jhimmy. Or how about Jhun-Jhun (Jhun2)?
How boring to come from a country like the UK full of people with names like John Smith. How wonderful to come from a country where imagination and exoticism rule the world of names.
Even the towns here have weird names; my favorite is the unbelievably named town of Sexmoan (ironically close to Olongapo and Angeles). Where else in the world could that really be true?
Where else in the world could the head of the Church really be called Cardinal Sin? Where else but the Philippines!
Note: Philippines has a senator named Joker, and it is his legal name.
14 January 2007 @ 09:46 pm
[現在の気分|
annoyed as hell]
[現在の音楽|Skyline Pigeon - Elton John]
I'm waking up really early tomorrow morning so that I don't have to eat breakfast with my parents and I don't have to go to school with them and I want to go home really really late (well, as late as I can be assured that I won't get locked out of the house anyway, because WTFI'MNINETEENIN8DAYSANDISTILLDON'THAVEA
( Fuck it all. )
Gah. Sorry about that. I just really, really, really, really, really, REALLY needed to write that all out. I have nothing else to turn to except my LJ. I'm supposed to be studying Bio right now (and believe me, this time I actually WANT to -- taxonomy is easy so far), but I'm so upset that while I was trying to do so earlier, I kept crying whenever I looked at the worksheets for Biolab.
annoyed as hell][現在の音楽|Skyline Pigeon - Elton John]
I'm waking up really early tomorrow morning so that I don't have to eat breakfast with my parents and I don't have to go to school with them and I want to go home really really late (well, as late as I can be assured that I won't get locked out of the house anyway, because WTFI'MNINETEENIN8DAYSANDISTILLDON'THAVEA
( Fuck it all. )
Gah. Sorry about that. I just really, really, really, really, really, REALLY needed to write that all out. I have nothing else to turn to except my LJ. I'm supposed to be studying Bio right now (and believe me, this time I actually WANT to -- taxonomy is easy so far), but I'm so upset that while I was trying to do so earlier, I kept crying whenever I looked at the worksheets for Biolab.
15 February 2006 @ 11:33 am
V-DAY. NNGH.
Nya~.
Was it absolutely necessary for him to sit in on our class?
Gah. And Bri wasn't helping. "He's here because he wants to visit you!" "I can see a present in his bag."
Nngh. Damn you. If you care anything about me at all, please please PLEASE get out of my life -- and stay out!
Tch. Fine. I'm not over him -- it, us, that, whatever.
Was it absolutely necessary for him to sit in on our class?
Gah. And Bri wasn't helping. "He's here because he wants to visit you!" "I can see a present in his bag."
Nngh. Damn you. If you care anything about me at all, please please PLEASE get out of my life -- and stay out!
Tch. Fine. I'm not over him -- it, us, that, whatever.
Current Mood: 
annoyed. totally.
annoyed. totally.31 January 2006 @ 11:01 pm
yeah, fine. so i totally migrate. not.
And because I feel like x-posting this to my other journal, I shall do so.
UGH. Remind me to never again not eat breakfast on PE days and not bring water to PE. Duh, who the hell can be a side base for a full extension elevator TWICE if you're already 2 hours into the class and haven't had a single sip of water?...
Last Friday, Sir Cagas asked us to come a little early for our Tuesday meeting, 8:00 instead of the usual 9:00 so we could get in a little more practice since as of tomorrow, he'll officially be on leave, and he really wants us to get the routine done before he leaves. Luckily for me, my EnviSci prof let us out early, 8:00 instead of 8:30, so I made it to the gym at around 8:07 on my clock. Only a few people were there, not enough for us to actually get anything done other than practice baby freezes and shoulder stands and head stands and... Well. Stuff that isn't part of cheerdance.
Anyway. So... After a quick two laps around the basketball court and stretching, it was 8:45 by the time class started. And... Well. No water for me. Side base. Two full extension elevators. Two hours already gone by. Anika fell forward once, and the last two times we attempted the elevator we only got up to mid-extension.
Our PE class officially ends at 10:00, but Sir kept us a little overtime, since he was really anxious to get quite a lot of work done (we ended up only having completed 2mins10secs of the 5-minute routine *sweatdrop*). Then he asked those who didn't have 10:00 classes to stay behind some more and think up some pompom routines. So, since I didn't have class, and being the unofficial captain (wtf? a FRESHMAN? grrr) I had to stay behind. *sigh*
Shuffled off for my 11:30 class, and I was doing fine until we were dismissed at 1:00. Fatigue finally kicked in. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT, I STILL HAVE TWO MORE CLASSES (three hours total)... I'M REALLY, REALLY TIRED ALREADY..." Related rates kept my chin up in Math53, but that was, like, for the last 20 minutes of the period since it's my . The first 55 minutes, I was really ready to put my head down onto my desk and go to sleep -- and I never do that in Math. EVER. Math53 let out at 2:30, and I'm like "NOOOOO... ONE MORE CLASS BEFORE I CAN GO HOME... *cries*"
Was asleep in the car on the way home. And it's now... 10:56pm, according to my computer's clock, and I'm still awake. Am I turning fricking nocturnal or something?...
*sigh* Or maybe the fun of writing my very first outside-of-SenRu/SlamDunk fic is keeping me up. Erm, no, that's not it. I'm actually stumped here.
Argh. Damn it, Ginnie, go sleep already.
UGH. Remind me to never again not eat breakfast on PE days and not bring water to PE. Duh, who the hell can be a side base for a full extension elevator TWICE if you're already 2 hours into the class and haven't had a single sip of water?...
Last Friday, Sir Cagas asked us to come a little early for our Tuesday meeting, 8:00 instead of the usual 9:00 so we could get in a little more practice since as of tomorrow, he'll officially be on leave, and he really wants us to get the routine done before he leaves. Luckily for me, my EnviSci prof let us out early, 8:00 instead of 8:30, so I made it to the gym at around 8:07 on my clock. Only a few people were there, not enough for us to actually get anything done other than practice baby freezes and shoulder stands and head stands and... Well. Stuff that isn't part of cheerdance.
Anyway. So... After a quick two laps around the basketball court and stretching, it was 8:45 by the time class started. And... Well. No water for me. Side base. Two full extension elevators. Two hours already gone by. Anika fell forward once, and the last two times we attempted the elevator we only got up to mid-extension.
Our PE class officially ends at 10:00, but Sir kept us a little overtime, since he was really anxious to get quite a lot of work done (we ended up only having completed 2mins10secs of the 5-minute routine *sweatdrop*). Then he asked those who didn't have 10:00 classes to stay behind some more and think up some pompom routines. So, since I didn't have class, and being the unofficial captain (wtf? a FRESHMAN? grrr) I had to stay behind. *sigh*
Shuffled off for my 11:30 class, and I was doing fine until we were dismissed at 1:00. Fatigue finally kicked in. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT, I STILL HAVE TWO MORE CLASSES (three hours total)... I'M REALLY, REALLY TIRED ALREADY..." Related rates kept my chin up in Math53, but that was, like, for the last 20 minutes of the period since it's my . The first 55 minutes, I was really ready to put my head down onto my desk and go to sleep -- and I never do that in Math. EVER. Math53 let out at 2:30, and I'm like "NOOOOO... ONE MORE CLASS BEFORE I CAN GO HOME... *cries*"
Was asleep in the car on the way home. And it's now... 10:56pm, according to my computer's clock, and I'm still awake. Am I turning fricking nocturnal or something?...
*sigh* Or maybe the fun of writing my very first outside-of-SenRu/SlamDunk fic is keeping me up. Erm, no, that's not it. I'm actually stumped here.
Argh. Damn it, Ginnie, go sleep already.
Current Mood: 
*sigh* i need a Tuti massage.
*sigh* i need a Tuti massage.Current Music: Ichibyou No Refrain - Getbackers
28 January 2006 @ 09:59 pm
nya~!!!
i'm really, really, really happy.
for something that took only one very hectic, very hot-tempered, very stressful week to put together, i think the party was pretty good. :D
and i got lotsa lotsa presents. quote: "Blimey, I think I'll come of age again next year." =))
( if dad would just lend me the camera... i'd take pics of all the gifts because i want to remember them all... )
i passed by training just to poke my head in and say 'hi' to them all and tell those who i'd invited (none of them came due to other obligations, i.e. UAAP, WNCAA, and school) that they'd missed a very delicious lunch. =)) ian, the look on your face when i came in was PRICELESS. damn, i wish i'd gotten a picture of that. jen, yes, i know i looked pretty in that dress. =)) though i really do not appreciate the VERY low neckline -- can that still even be called a neckline? ohdearLordalotofpeoplewentthroughunthink
i don't recall ever having attended a party in which i couldn't stop smiling. okay, fine, i'm the celebrant. STILL.and gelo's absence and the messing up of the powerpoint presentation that had our picture just made the entire party sweeter. i certainly didn't expect that many people would actually come. i'm really, really, really happy.
for something that took only one very hectic, very hot-tempered, very stressful week to put together, i think the party was pretty good. :D
and i got lotsa lotsa presents. quote: "Blimey, I think I'll come of age again next year." =))
( if dad would just lend me the camera... i'd take pics of all the gifts because i want to remember them all... )
i passed by training just to poke my head in and say 'hi' to them all and tell those who i'd invited (none of them came due to other obligations, i.e. UAAP, WNCAA, and school) that they'd missed a very delicious lunch. =)) ian, the look on your face when i came in was PRICELESS. damn, i wish i'd gotten a picture of that. jen, yes, i know i looked pretty in that dress. =)) though i really do not appreciate the VERY low neckline -- can that still even be called a neckline? ohdearLordalotofpeoplewentthroughunthink
i don't recall ever having attended a party in which i couldn't stop smiling. okay, fine, i'm the celebrant. STILL.
Current Mood: 
heehee... !
heehee... !Current Music: Into The West - Enya (*sweatdrop*)
28 January 2006 @ 12:52 am
happy birthday...
belated happy 3rd birthday to my blue belt. =)) 'naknampocha... baby, bye-bye na ako sa'yo sa feb 26. promo na talaga ako... i'd thought nga na earlier eh, jan 29, pero... well. may isang buwan pa tayo na pagsasamahan.
hay naku. don't wanna study anymore, nya~...
party ko bukas (or should i say 'mamaya'? 1am na halos eh hehe). ngyao. kim, ingat, baka mawala ka. =)) aki, sana makaabot ka. ingat nga lang sa malayong commute from ateneo. ree, thanks much na susunduin mo sila *huggles you*. yana, good luck sa test (malamang di mo 'to makikita in time).
i look forward to seeing you guys! bonding session ulit tayo sa swing! magmukha tayong mga ewan, one 4th year girl and four over-eighteen girls totally monopolizing the swing in the kiddies' playground. :D
hay naku. don't wanna study anymore, nya~...
party ko bukas (or should i say 'mamaya'? 1am na halos eh hehe). ngyao. kim, ingat, baka mawala ka. =)) aki, sana makaabot ka. ingat nga lang sa malayong commute from ateneo. ree, thanks much na susunduin mo sila *huggles you*. yana, good luck sa test (malamang di mo 'to makikita in time).
i look forward to seeing you guys! bonding session ulit tayo sa swing! magmukha tayong mga ewan, one 4th year girl and four over-eighteen girls totally monopolizing the swing in the kiddies' playground. :D
Current Mood: 
*yawn* nemui...
*yawn* nemui...Current Music: Sora Takashi - Oroshigane
26 January 2006 @ 07:49 pm
hahahah... yeah right.
eeew. pare, hindi kita "dinilaan". "nambelat" ako.
*sweatdrop*
birthday last monday. lost my pencil case. noooo, my precious Japoy-used pentel pen...
haha.
nya~.
*sweatdrop*
birthday last monday. lost my pencil case. noooo, my precious Japoy-used pentel pen...
haha.
nya~.
Current Mood: 
*cheers cousin on*
*cheers cousin on*Current Music: my cousin reciting a long Bible verse.
25 January 2006 @ 04:41 pm
...grrr.
damn rain. been falling non-stop for the past 30 minutes. and it's not even a drizzling kind of rainfall. it's really RAINING. well, january IS still part of the rainy season over here.
damn damn damn.
have to go offline before any potential lightning strikes fry my motherboard via phoneline.
demo~o, i'm not done reading chapter2 of 'Pulse' yet!!!... *whine*
ack. my throat is sore. parents made me sing a little too much too high last night. damn damn damn.
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SHIT I FORGOT TO WATCH TENIPURI.
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i hate this day. grrr.
happy birthday, kiko (my dog).
damn damn damn.
have to go offline before any potential lightning strikes fry my motherboard via phoneline.
demo~o, i'm not done reading chapter2 of 'Pulse' yet!!!... *whine*
ack. my throat is sore. parents made me sing a little too much too high last night. damn damn damn.
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SHIT I FORGOT TO WATCH TENIPURI.
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i hate this day. grrr.
happy birthday, kiko (my dog).
Current Mood: 
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.....Current Music: Ame Oto - Nagayama Takashi
