tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66969654025696318262024-03-13T22:40:33.433+08:00The Retardation of Street SmartsShinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-26319772148380642252008-04-01T15:12:00.004+08:002008-05-29T18:43:39.135+08:00The States, Day 1 of 2008<span style="font-family:arial;">Wow! Day 1 is officially over for this year's visit to the United States. I wouldn't really count yesterday as Day 1 because I arrived at 10PM. Gah, the flight seemed shorter than usual. Maybe the planes are getting faster. I guess I was lucky for my seating number in the plane. Right in front of me was the comfort room. Seriously, it was right in front of me. Well, that meant that I had nothing to push me back since no one's in front of me to recline their seats in front of my face. So that's cool. Plus, I had so much leg space. I guess I was just bothered by the amount of people lining up to use the comfort room. It was *also disturbing* because I KNEW how long everyone took in the comfort room. Sometimes, I could hear the flushing. Good thing I didn't hear the nasty shit sounds!<br /><br />The person I sat next to was this girl with glasses. I have nothing to post about her. She's so... normal, I guess. She laughed during the funny moments in the movie, and she sleeps without sound. Since the seats are grouped together in threes, I would be sitting at the left part of the group so I guess I only have one real seatmate. The other person in our group was this business man. What can I say... he farted when he was sleeping. I think it shocked me and the girl with glasses which led to us displaying our facial expressions of disgust.<br /><br />When the time came for me to come out of the plane, they grouped together all the young people who traveled alone. There were five of us. When I stayed back because my step-mom's also a flight attendant, they didn't hear my reason. This prompted this American who said he didn't know much Tagalog to yell:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"EEH-KAW! EEH-KAW! BYI-LIS! DAH-LIH-YAN MOW! DAH-LIH-KAH!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />...which is in the form of accented faux-Tagalog which in Tagalog translates to:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Ikaw! Ikaw! Bilis! Dalian mo! Dali ka!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />He couldn't pull off the pronunciations correctly and I would've said the words dumb, fucking, white trash, wannabe, bitch, and ass in the same sentence if I wasn't such a nice guy. [/lie] Ah, all is well now I guess. I got here safely and I finally got to see my Naruto Shadow Box, a wooden shelf thing that's filled with 27 volumes of Naruto, the ninja manga. XD<br /><br />Now, during my real first day, there were a lot of things that happened. First, as we were on the road, on the way back to our house, there was this "black momma" who didn't have her signal light things in the back on when it was needed to be on. And by black momma, I don't mean old, fat, and black. I mean thin, young, black, and even has a cap/beret on her head. Anyway, her lack of signaling prompted Billy, my step-dad to use his dreaded mic in his "Little Dixie", the term which he uses to refer to his car.<br /><br />Wait, aren't those things *illegal* or something? I guess it's just good that he didn't get arrested because when I asked him, he just replied with "They sell it in stores, must be legal. Know what's illegal? Marijuana--they don't sell 'em in stores.", which I just laughed at. Anyway, when he grabbed his microphone, I knew it was going to be trouble. Remember, all this was happening while we were in his car and we were moving on the road. He said:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Now, drive safely now and put your signals on when switching lanes."</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />This made *everyone* on the road to put their signal light things on. They probably thought that there was a cop nearby. I swear I saw the black momma do the "OH SHI-" expression. She probably did a facepalm in her car too. I thought everything was fine because no one knew who the supposed "cop" was. Then, he spoke on the mic again and said something like "Have a nice day, folks!" and he used his modified honk that seriously sounds like an ice cream truck jingle. This led to black momma finding out who it was and she flipped us the bird. Yes, she bad-signed us. It would be wrong if I wrote that she fucked us anyway. XD<br /><br />Another interesting thing that happened would be when we were loading the car and we were next to this black family. I guess I was the only one who could hear what they were saying. Every other sentence they said had a profanity in it. Ah, and the way they say their words, I simply love it. It ranged from <span style="font-style: italic;">"Get in the motherfuckin' car NOW!"</span> to a safer <span style="font-style: italic;">"Get with it, foo'."</span>, which I giggled at the moment I heard it.<br /><br />Other than that, I guess the other things I encountered were just short, weird instances like when I saw this lady sitting on a bench and I thought that a sexual predator wearing flamboyant clothes had his arms around the lady. It turned out that it was Ronald McDonald. It was a weird bench anyway 'cause it had him in the middle with his arms spread out in a relaxing manner. Rape clown.... XD<br /><br />Phew, this has been a long, long post. I guess this would amuse me when I view it during the latter parts of my life. Let's just hope Blogger doesn't shut down or my blog gets deleted. Ah yes, I just recently found out about someone in my family knowing about my blog. I think it's my uncle, Vincent. He knows Tanya and Denise's names for some reason and I found MSWord files in this computer entitled "x", "xx", "xxx", "xxxx", and so on.... When I checked them out, they turned out to be my damned blog entries. So whoever you are, you know that this isn't meant for you. SO GTFO! XDDDD<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-70761815260924163742008-03-30T16:36:00.000+08:002008-05-29T18:42:30.364+08:00This is a Farewell Thing, Right?<span style="font-family:arial;">So...I just got back from a two-day sleepover with Inez, a classmate of mine, and Denise, my supposed "neighbor".She actually isn't my neighbor but she's just living on the other street though... and by street, I don't mean that she's a beggar "taong grasa" type. I actually avoided sleepovers but I guess I gotta make the most out of my stay in the Philippines!<br /><br />So yeah, we ended up playing a cool board game called "The Game of Life" during our actual stay in her house aside from just plain talking. We only stayed in the house for sleeping and eating breakfast though. During the day, we went to ATC, for a supposed "Section Farewell Thing". Yeah, not everyone came... well, I don't think half of the class came! Wait, I think there was half... ah forget it! XD We simply watched a movie and that was it! We planned to swim though but the old person in the pool area didn't allow us because it was night time already. I guess I won't count the latter part as part of the "Section Farewell Thing" because I ended up leaving with Denise and Inez and leaving the others without saying my goodbyes. Curse not having a cellphone!<br /><br />Well, what did I do afterwards? I spent some time eating a corndog in Smokey's along with Denise, Inez, and two of my classmates. I remember not being in a right state of mind during that time. I just forgot why I was acting pissed. Maybe it was the corndog. XD<br /><br />After that, we went back to Denise's place. What did we do? Yes... we played "The Game of Life", just as planned. I guess the two were really amused with the game. The previous time we played, I made a bet thing to make things a lot more interesting. It involved money so I wouldn't go into detail but I wouldn't forget that I won but I didn't accept the prize. After all, I just made it to make the game seem competitive.<br /><br />So during this second round of ours, I felt the need to make things interesting, yet again. Since I would be leaving for the United States tomorrow, I couldn't just bet money again. They probably wouldn't think competitively because I just recently refused their money for the game I won earlier. What possibly could make the game seem interesting? Well, Inez just thought of the best idea! We simply put our *clothes* on the line for the night. Damn, I'm making this seem too weird! Clothes in an overnight involving two girls and a guy? *cough* Bad impression to make since... well, I'll just mention it in my other post.<br /><br />Where was I? Ah yes, the clothes thing. Well, as we expected, the one we voted for "Most Likely to Lose" before starting the game indeed lost. It was Inez. I think the pictures we took definitely expressed our feelings after the game ended. I became the second placer because of a $5,000 difference between my money and Inez's and yes, $5000 is the lowest amount in the game. Of course, the clothes bet turned out to be just a game motivator for us. Why would we really bet our clothes? Deep inside of us, we probably knew it wasn't going to happen! XD<br /><br />Damn, this post was told in an entirely different emotion or "typing style" compared to what I usually use. When I type my blog posts, I'm usually in my "right state of mind"--bored, timid-feeling, and having the thought of being forced to write so I have something to look at when I'm old. After writing this, I realized that I was typing with such excitement and agility. I wonder what I'm excited for? XD Well, I hope I just have a safe flight tomorrow. Let there be no grumpy old people seatmates during my flight!<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-30844737579305323622008-03-25T23:41:00.004+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.065+08:00Invading T. Sylvia's Nakpil<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwnzxqS15aM/R-kkiqDOjdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-oq7-2RLT4M/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NwnzxqS15aM/R-kkiqDOjdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-oq7-2RLT4M/s200/DSC04867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181713024088444370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >I can feel you from the other side! // Wet and wild shower scene"</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Mmm, summer is so boring. I think this is the first time I've really spent a few days of summer in our house. Usually, I leave for the US a few days after our last day of classes or I go to another part of the Philippines like Davao or Cebu for a week and leave for the US after a few more days. Yes, I'm going to be staying home until March 30. I used to think about how nice it would be to spend my summer here but it sure is extremely boring. It's really hot here in the Philippines during summer and I have nothing to do! So what did I do until today since a week has passed after our last day of classes? Well, the other section was planning to go swimming with their class-directress since she won't be teaching next year anymore so I tagged along.<br /><br />At first, I was hesitant to go because it was sort of an exclusive thing. Only members of their section would go even though T. Sylvia, their class-directress, allowed me to go. I originally planned to go only if another person came with me that's from a different section. I kept chatting with Bing about whether we should go or not. It took a long time before we decided that we would both go. Well, decision was interrupted by his mother when she didn't allow him to go. I kept forcing him to talk to his mom to allow him and since it's going to be his last time on our school as well, I really thought that it would be best for him to go. After all the talking, he still ended up going somewhere to get some sort of blood sample.<br /><br />There, I had nothing to do anymore. Just before I was about to continue my sleep (hey, this all was happening after I woke up), I got a call from my so-called neighbor who's also going. She forced me to go with them and well, I couldn't refuse because it's just so boring in the house.<br /><br />Boy, it was so awkward there. Everyone there was from a different section. I was the only different one. Thank God that I've been classmates with a few of them before and that T. Sylvia kept keeping me company. It wasn't that bad, I guess. We dove for coins underwater--the usual pool game and we did the thing where you carry someone over your shoulders. I think they called it the chicken fight? I don't know, really. If it's really called that way, I wonder why since I don't find anything chicken-ish about that game. XD<br /><br />After all that, we went to the host's house and I got some free pizza. Well, it was one slice but it was your larger than usual pizza slice. Okay, it was double the size but I don't care... it was free! XD I forgot what we did after that. I think we talked about what we think of the other teachers and T. Sylvia since she wanted to know and how she feels that it's okay for her to know since she's not a teacher anymore.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I let a lot of the other people there listen to the remix of the infamous Question and Answer portion of the Bb. Pilipinas pageant when it was the winner, Ms. Janina San Miguel's turn.<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Rhk7tMBM26M"> It's so hilarious with all the wrong grammar things and her weird laugh.</a><br /><br />Many thanks to Aegwyn for introducing me to the funny as hell video. :D<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-69786531350080833722008-03-21T22:59:00.002+08:002008-04-30T10:06:15.802+08:00Forty40?!<span style="font-family: arial;">Stolen from Tanya which she stole from Ato?!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >[One]From whom was your last text?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Damn, I don't have a cellphone!</span><br /><br />[Two] Where was your primary picture<br />taken at?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yahoo Messenger primary picture taken at Bluroze.</span><br /><br />[Three] What's your middle initial?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">L.</span><br /><br />[Four] Your current relationship<br />status?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Single</span><br /><br />[Five] Does your crush(es) like you<br />back?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">No~ XD</span><br /><br />[Six] What is your current mood?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amused because of an interesting one-on-one chat I had with Tanya.</span><br /><br />[Seven] What's your moms name?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shirley! XD</span><br /><br />[Eight] What is the color of the shirt<br />you are wearing?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">White >_></span><br /><br />[Nine] What was the last thing you<br />drank?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Water</span><br /><br />[Ten] If you could go back in time and<br />change something, would you?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If I could, then I would, of course.</span><br /><br />[Eleven] Have a crazy side?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Of course--I have many sides. XD</span><br /><br />[Twelve] Favorite song?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">OHSHI- I don't really have a favorite song. XD</span><br /><br />[Thirteen] Something you do a lot?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Role-play</span><br /><br />[Fourteen] Angry at anyone?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not at the moment</span><br /><br />[Fifteen] Do you wanna see somebody<br />right now?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Somebody? I wanna a lot of bodie--er... I wanna see my friends!</span><br /><br />[Sixteen] Name someone with the same<br />birthday as you?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Namie Amuro-- the only person of significant fame that I know who happens to have the same birthday as me. She was known as the "Empress of J-Pop" according to Wiki. XD</span><br /><br />[Seventeen] When was the last time you<br />cried?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hmm... last last month -_-</span><br /><br />[Eighteen] Who would you do anything<br />for?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anything? There's no one I would do anything s/he asks me for. As long as I don't want to do a certain thing, I won't do it.</span><br /><br />[Nineteen] Who is your idol?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Idol? I don't have any idol in particular. XD</span><br /><br />[Twenty] What's the first thing you<br />notice about the opposite sex?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Face, of course.</span><br /><br />[Twenty-one] What are the 3 things that<br />make you like the opposite sex?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A little unusual--weird if you look at it one way, Open-mindedness, Gamer girl >:D</span><br /><br />[Twenty-two] What's your biggest<br />secret?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If I exposed it, would it be a secret? XD Hmm... I never told anyone whom I like at any particular moment except that one time... *shrug*</span><br /><br />[Twenty-three] Where is your ex now?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't have an ex. XD</span><br /><br />[Twenty-four] Favorite movie?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Damn it! I don't have the habit of making these kinds of things my favorite. As long as I watch it one time, I wouldn't want to watch the whole thing again... probably.</span><br /><br />[Twenty-five] Do you still watch kiddy<br />movies or tv shows?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kiddy movies or TV shows? The nearest show to being a kiddy show that I still watch is probably The Fairly Oddparents and they're even known to appeal to older audiences! XD</span><br /><br />[Twenty-six] What are you eating or<br />drinking at the moment?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nothing</span><br /><br />[Twenty-seven] Do you speak any other<br />dialect/language?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">English and Filipino, baby! XD</span><br /><br />[Twenty-eight] Whats your favorite<br />smell?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Smell? Damn! XD As long as they're pleasant to my nose, then it's fine with me 'cause I don't have a favorite~ >_<</span><br /><br />[Twenty-nine] Describe your life in<br />one word.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unusual</span><br /><br />[Thirty] Are you a morning person?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I despise waking up early for school.</span><br /><br />[Thirty-one] Do you like the rain?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not really</span><br /><br />[Thirty-two] What are you thinking<br />about right now?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Right now? I have the song, The Potion, by Ludacris in my head. Damn you Step Up 2! XD</span><br /><br />[Thirty-three] What should you be<br />doing?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I should be sleeping right about now but I want to continue blogging in my head.</span><br /><br />[Thirty-four] Beside you every night?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unfortunately, I have my grandmother here because of "electricity-saving". No offense but I've been waiting 4 years to get her out of my room. I need my alone time! XD</span><br /><br />[Thirty-five] Can't do without it in<br />the ridge.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think you mean fridge? Well, I wouldn't live without FOOD in my fridge! XD</span><br /><br />[Thirty-six] Do you like working in<br />the yard?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't like manual labor. Who does?</span><br /><br />[Thirty-seven] Heart or Brains?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Both, of course. But if I had to choose for MYSELF, I'll choose brains. =/ For others? I'll let them have the heart. I'll teach them if I have to. XD</span><br /><br />[Thirty-eight] Do you act differently<br />around the person you like?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not really. It's better for you to act who you are if you want a special someone to like you. If they don't like you for who you are, don't waste your time! XD</span><br /><br />[Thirty-nine] What is your natural<br />hair color?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Black!</span><br /><br />[Forty] Who was the last person to<br />make you smile?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last person to make me smile would be Tanya. She's my favorite person to have friendly debates with and no matter what happens, we'll just laugh about it afterwards.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">----</span></span><br /><br />Okay, I was just tempted to answer one of these things. Many thanks to Tanya who even wanted to answer a separate Best Friend Survey thing using me so I could answer it using her. LOL I just answered the non-best friend one so it'll be less awkward. :P<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-37363530266580936322008-03-15T11:13:00.003+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.066+08:00Bluroze... Blue Rose?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwnzxqS15aM/R9tKFN3TtvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c77e2Ce1AQ8/s1600-h/U7000968.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwnzxqS15aM/R9tKFN3TtvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/c77e2Ce1AQ8/s200/U7000968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177813650073958130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yesterday, we've been to a "picnic" farewell thing planned by our school. I guess that we could've done more things in other places but the things we did here were pretty unusual. Hey, you can't find hanging rope obstacle courses in ATC and you'll never find rope-swinging teachers and tight, leafy mazes in your classmates' homes--unless they live in Bluroze Farms, that is.<br /><br />This trip's probably the first time I got to sit at the back row of the bus since I actually rode the tricycle, for once, on the way to school in a field trip day. You might say that the bus part of the trip's the most enjoyable part or the better part of the trip. Well, that's half-true for us, I guess. When the bus was off to Bluroze, we thought that the juniors, that means us, would get to solo the bus but the freshmen entered after a while of waiting. I guess that's one of the reasons why we didn't get to act out our usual crazy antics and scream out our immoral sentiments.<br /><br />From screaming out the food brought out by the freshmen one by one to just plain screaming--those were probably the loudest of all our activities when we were on the way to Bluroze. From loud though, it got sweaty and tiring when we got to Bluroze. There were a few things I regretted after we packed up...<br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">I shouldn't have forgotten to bring along my towel when we climbed that tower thing that made my legs shake for a long period of time even after I got down from it.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">If ever I brought the towel for the tower, I should've brought another one 'cause right after the tower, we got ourselves into the weird maze. We probably thought that it was one of those small mazes that's easy to get out of but we were very wrong. We were all very tired and dehydrated when we were running around with no sense of direction inside the maze so we just cheated and went back out using the way we used to get in.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">I also should've brought more liquids for me to consume since one water jug wasn't enough for all those lost liquids.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">I think I should've crossed the hanging rope course instead of jumping down after two hanging ropes. Ah, if only my legs didn't *violently* shake when I was there. I sure was a large hazard to both myself and the others because I swear that my legs were making the rope for your feet to vibrate fast. After all that, I really should've... oh wait, I really shouldn't have done it.</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:arial;">The bus trip going back to school was next. It was *much* more enjoyable compared to the first bus trip. For the whole duration of the trip, we played "Query" and "Ice Breaker 2 'Hard Questions'" which brought out some interesting and juicy bits of information out. The latter was composed of--yes, you guessed it--Hard Questions! It was full of emotional, scandalous, and weird questions while the former, Query, was filled with more playful types of questions. I guess we caught the attention of the other people in the bus with our loud voices and the fact that we had two teachers playing with us.<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-22870172870809984632008-03-08T12:53:00.001+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.066+08:00Peasant Day...?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwnzxqS15aM/R9IcOd3TtuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7a8aUd-uGDg/s1600-h/1_857292123l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwnzxqS15aM/R9IcOd3TtuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7a8aUd-uGDg/s200/1_857292123l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175229956662474466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Tight Tayo Sa Globe // I'm a floating head. >_<"</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />We were looking forward to another review session at Ayra's house but while we were on the way to get a tricycle from school, we got cornered by these two fourth years-Dana and Dona-and they forced us to sit for a *long* while. So yeah, we were basically held hostage at the school's tricycle area along with a second year named Mark. Whenever we tried to escape, they would grab us and put us back to were we sat. They claimed that they needed to do that because they didn't have anything to do and they were about to graduate.<br /><br />Well, when we were able to escape because of a certain distraction, we immediately went inside one of the tricycles. One for me, Casey, and Ayra and another for Mark. Just before I could say "Hey, that was weird // '<span style="font-style: italic;">musta naman yun</span>?", Dana suddenly forced herself inside our tricycle and Dona was in Mark's. I totally thought that they were just kidding but they actually followed us to Ayra's house and they also brought Mark along. Plus, they were wearing their ACP uniforms so they looked like the police when they were surrounding us as we walked out of the tricycles.<br /><br />This was supposed to be my third session of review in Ayra's house, but with those people in the room, I swear, you can't review even for a little. At first, they said that they could review us because Dona got exempted at a few exams before, but it turned to them talking about how they copy from each other during exams and their teachers didn't care. After that, we simply didn't talk about school anymore. We went from talking about their adventures during their so-called "Peasant Day" (they actually call each other "Peasant"), to taking a *whole lot* of pictures. And just before they left, they force-fed us large scoops of ice cream and took pictures of it. Well, only Dona's scoop was the largest. *shrug* I remember the excess ice cream dripping from her mouth.<br /><br />Oh yeah, they took Mark along with them when they left. They said that they would take care of him and take him home. Wait, to his house or to *their* house? Hmm, Dona Sosa, Dana Chanyongco, Mark Advincula (sp? XD)... they're quite amusing people. XD</span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-593150893923454232008-03-04T20:13:00.003+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.067+08:00Totally Spies<span style="font-family:arial;">Hoo! Here we go, here we go~ On a mission undercover, and we're in control! Here we go, here we goooo~! LOL Yes, my friends and I were just looking around in ATC when we saw the Totally Spies 'show'. Yes, it was... uhh... horrible! Videos at the end (will try)<br /><br />It all started with the announcer going all: "Do you want to see Totally Spies?!". The kids follow-up with a loud "YESSSS!" and they repeat it until it becomes loud enough to give enough hype for the 'spies' to enter. Well, when they finally entered, there was a blank response from the crowd. The kids were hoping for amazing, cool spies but they got older people dressed up as Alex, Sam, and Clover. I swear that the one playing Alex is AT LEAST 30 years old. LOL<br /><br />We were at the side part of the stage when we were laughing our guts out when all of a sudden, Alex gave me the ol' "Mmhmm" black person evil-eye. It might be because I point when I laugh so I guess she saw me. She managed to give me an evil look while on-stage because of a scene where she hugs Sam. You know, since it was a side hug, her face couldn't be seen from the audience's point of view but it was definitely visible from the side of the stage.<br /><br />By the way, in the videos, you could also see Candy Sweet - the cheerleader in black. She's basically the villain for that show. She makes weird stunts involving cartwheels. Well, you'd think that it was a must see, but no, no, she was wearing pants underneath the cheer-skirt. Long pants, in fact. So, yeah, nothing interesting there. Ah yes, the videos were taken the next day. If we took it during the first time we were there, you'll hear nothing but out laughter. XD<br /><br />Ahh, good times~<br /><br />(Videos snatched from Galo)<br /><br />[insert videos here]<br /><br />Oh crap! I can't snatch them! XD Well, just go to <a href="http://galodelcarmen.blogspot.com/">Galo's Blog</a> to view the videos under the blog entry entitled "Totally Spies Totally Live (All out Hoe Fest...).<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-73970686125957607402008-02-24T22:03:00.002+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.067+08:00Prom is for Promiscuous<span style="font-family: arial;">Well, well, the much awaited JS Prom has passed and I could say that I've had more fun in other places. Some were pretty much disappointed because they didn't get to participate in the dance. Sure, it's partly their fault but since I'm not a punctuality whore, I'll say that it's the program's fault. After greeting us and letting us sit after singing the national anthem - which, by the way, had a weird stuttering effect most probably due to the lousy audio capabilities of the school - and listening to the ever-so-repetitive prayer-song, they immediately started the per-section dance portion. It went something like:<br /><br />"Since this night is going to be so exciting, let's start it off with the much prepared for dance portion!"<br /><br />I wasn't all that surprised since I got to see the script before the program actually started, but for the others that didn't, they pretty much had the words "OH SHI-" written on their faces the moment they heard it. Our section was probably the luckiest out of the third years in terms of punctuality. I guess we were all present at the time even if we were the second to perform. Some were really disappointed because they didn't get to dance and showcase what they've prepared for so much, as I stated in the first paragraph. Something unfortunate also happened with my supposed prom date. She immediately left after entering the venue. Let's just leave that topic with quite an amusing quote.<br /><br />"You don't see a crying girl in a short dress being chased by four to five people carrying a dummy on a usual night in a country club."<br /><br />Well, all-in-all, I thought that the prom was pretty enjoyable but I seriously had better times in other places. If I were in charge of the program, I would probably insert a brief history of the prom at the start instead of starting immediately with the dance. And yes, I would ensure that they refill the buffet because they DIDN'T. Those bitches didn't give me a chance to get a second helping of the wonderful potato souffle. Hey, how do you spell that again? Let's just hope I'm right.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I learned one thing, at least, after the prom. Prom is actually a shortened word for Promenade, am I right? Yeah, out of all the possible lessons that I could've learned, I learned that lousy one. XD<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-61527153886944977752008-02-17T14:23:00.003+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.067+08:00Late<span style="font-family: arial;">I always wonder why I tend to write about things that happen weeks ago instead of writing them the moment they happen. Well, whatever. First up would be from when we went to Tagaytay last, last week. Usually, the on-the-way part would be the most enjoyable segment of the trip but I sadly wasted the car-ride moments by reading the novel 'Memoirs of a Geisha'. Why the hell did I read that instead of talking to them? Well, first of all, I couldn't really relate to the stuff they were talking about but I guess I had fun by just listening to them. Sad, isn't it? Maybe I would've been able to strike up a conversation if I sat next to them. Yeah, in the van, there were three rows. Each row had different topics that they were talking about. I, sadly, was seated in the first row, next to the driver. Yes, so it's either talk to the driver, or read the novel I brought along. Of course, I read the novel since I'm not that much of a conversationalist. Plus, what in the world could a driver and a student of my age talk about?<br /><br />I wouldn't write about when we actually got to Tagaytay though. There really isn't much for me to write about, since I didn't take part in 1/3 of the activities that were planned. So, next up would be V-day. Why do I call it V-day? It's because I don't know whether it's Valentines, Valentine's, or Valentines' Day. Yes, that's another sad thing.<br /><br />Anyway, a few of my friends were planning to go out, watch a movie, and eat dinner together. But wait, there has to be some sort of catch, right? Sadly, there was. There were supposed to be three couples in that outing, including two single people and that already includes me. The other single person backed out because of 'lack of money' as she put it. I knew I would get stuck with those couples. I wanted to back out as well but they kept persuading me to go. Then, two more didn't go. They had their reasons. So that left us with one (!) couple, two people with partners who didn't go, and me, who had no partner to begin with. Well, that night went out fine for me, I guess. It was fun, regardless of all those partners. I'm happy 'cause I got to watch the movie I wanted to see (it sucked beyond reason though), and I ate in the restaurant I wanted to eat in (Yeah, that succeeded after successfully, yet shamefully, evacuating the other restaurant/cafe which had an overpriced menu. Hey, don't call me cheap. The cheapest thing on their menu was worth 60 pesos and that's bottled water!)<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-42044093252765334752008-02-06T20:40:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.068+08:00Decision<span style="font-family: arial;">A pretty interesting topic came up this week: my plans for college. I never really thought about it that much. I guess it wasn't my plan but my mother's. She worked hard to support her family and now she wants me to transfer there. I used to think that it would be alright. I thought that nothing would change. Maybe I just never thought about it.<br /><br />After graduating here, I'm supposed to transfer there and continue my with my college education there. I just realized what I would be leaving behind after being asked and persuaded to stay here by a few of my classmates. I kept telling them that it would be hard to say no to her after all her hard work and patience. It all ended with them telling me an oh, so overused line.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">"You'll never know until you try."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Guess what, I actually did. I sort of regretted that decision, but at the same time, I felt a little relieved. It's like a load taken off my back or something like that. When she replied to my little query regarding 'what-ifs' about transferring and staying in the Philippines, I was a bit worried. She said things like wanting to feel like a family after a long time, she wanted to not waste time, since life is short. I didn't know how to reply to that until 3 hours passed and I actually did. At first, I didn't want to reply yet but I think I accidentally pressed the send button after being used to send something after typing something long in Yahoo mail. ._.<br /><br />Well, enough of that drama. LOL! XD I actually had two other unfortunate things happening to me before this happened. Let me enumerate them for you.<br /><br />1. I wore my PE-shirt backwards to school. It's a good thing someone noticed immediately while I was on my way to the third floor. If anyone asks me about it, I'll tell them that it was for a presentation.<br /><br />2. Tricycle-related mishaps. I kept messing up when getting tricycles. There's already this place where tricycles gathered for students and I didn't know which one was available until one of them screamed at me. I guess you can imagine the other tricycle-related mishaps if you know how horrible I am at commuting.<br /><br />And now, I'll be ending this post with four very special words: 'That', 'will', 'be', and 'all'.<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-57137584504708633632008-01-29T16:44:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.068+08:00Unusual Events<span style="font-family:arial;">Woo! The school year is about to end! I'm getting closer to college education and I don't know whether I should be happy or not. If possible, I would like to study here in the Philippines along with my friends! D: Well, I guess I should learn how to fit in or something. I don't even have the slightest clue on how college 'works'. I wonder what American universities would have in store for me~<br /><br />That's not really what I was planning to write about. If ever I would write about that, then expect the title to be something less... you know. XD Well, let's proceed to the unusual events, shall we? I have encountered three (3) unusual events since my last post.<br /><br />(1) The first unusual event would have to be the visit of a local television artist/dancer/whatever to our school. I think it was Rayver... something. It interrupted the flow of our classes. Female students kept rushing outside. A pair even went to the comfort room. Oh, by comfort room, I mean an excuse to go downstairs to look. It didn't even stop at the female students! Our gay teacher supposedly 'had something to photocopy', if you know what I mean and one pregnant teacher came rushing downstairs, according to some sources but confirmed by herself the day after. Take note: she was pregnant and she was rushing downstairs to meet the guy.<br /><br />(2) These three would probably be considered being ordered in descending order of unusualness. Well, the next one would be the time when I got measured for my coat for prom use. The moment I entered, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last. They were playing some sort of Filipino novelty song album and the ones that played while I was being measured were two 'infamous' Viva Hot Babes songs - 'Basketball' and 'Kikay'. I couldn't help but chuckle while those two played but I thought I could counter the songs with my iPod. Sadly, they asked me to remove it so I had to hold everything in. A certain line was the final straw and sadly, I burst out when they were about to measure my crotch area for the pants.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Sorta, Kinda, Like-a, Parang, Medyo Maypagka~ Sayaw KIKAY~!"<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(3) The least unusual would be the time when I discovered that my grandmother listens to rap and hip-hop. It was an awkward moment when we were on our way to the church when my uncle told me that my grandmother listens to my iPod when I'm at school. Guess what, she actually confirmed it! Well, she also said that you shouldn't put stereotypes on old people. They could be as hip as us youngsters. She also sang 'Don't Matter' by Akon on the way to the church since her 'musical interest' was out. And by 'sang', I meant attempted to sing but failed because of wrong notes and lyrics. I guess that it's the least unusual, at least for me, because I've always considered my family to be a bit hip-er than the others.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Lol."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-42461824125841778722008-01-12T10:53:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.068+08:00Autobiography<span style="font-family: arial;">This doesn't seem like an autobiography but I passed it as is because of my poor memory of my childhood. Plus, our teacher said to make it more story-ish. LOL</span><br /><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">A mist clears as the enshrouded past reveals itself – looking back from over a decade and a half, I end up at a dead end. I can’t imagine any images from back then. Words and names are the only ones I remember.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">Yes, I am the child of Shirley Legaspi and Warwinn Sy – two people only to be split-up by the rush of parenthood. My mother occasionally comes home with bruises on her arms. They said that it was from my father but such a sight couldn’t be comprehended by a mere child. To me, those bruises were necessary between lovers- husband and wife. What can I say? I guess I have a somewhat unusual mind.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">I grew up believing that my family was complete but was it really? I didn’t think that my mother and father weren’t together at that time. It only occurred to me a few years later – when my father told a friend of his that he was with his wife. What did I see? I simply saw my father’s friend and her daughter with us in my father’s car but that was only a few moments before that statement was said. My views suddenly changed and I sort of became more emotional.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">My mom was a person who worked as a nurse in the <st1:country-region><st1:place>United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> for the welfare of our family. I was raised as someone who was used to ‘overseas’ goodies’. I lived at Tondo, <st1:city><st1:place>Manila</st1:place></st1:City> so I guess such things could be easily appreciated. I was raised living without my parents. I saw my mother as this person who was made to just keep sending goods and my father as this person who I’m supposed to visit every weekend. Was I wrong? Of course I was.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">“I was raised living without my parents.” Does it sound like the start of the story worthy to be on dramatic television shows on late-night spots that make your tears jerk? It does, doesn’t it? Well, my life’s story would probably get rejected and trampled on. I was a spoiled brat. I cried when I didn’t get what I wanted. Of course, they wouldn’t allow me to get everything except this one special person – our neighbor and probably my grandmother’s best friend.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">She was my choice. I favored her more than everyone else. She was the only I considered that cared for me. I treated everyone else as nuisances and just people who get me the things I want. This is the typical spoiled brat’s mind’s cycle. Of course it was wrong. I was too young to differentiate the wrong from right. I lived that lifestyle until just before entering adolescence. Traces of that rather unwanted personality would still be with me, I guess. After all, I believe that you are what you are and if you wanted to change you would still somehow retain bits and pieces of your original self – your fated self.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">As a spoiled child, I was dissatisfied with my grandfather’s death. After his death, our wealth deteriorated to small amounts. Our only source of wealth would be my mother and her two brothers. I used to think that we would go downhill from then on. We used to be one of the known people in our home but after my grandfather’s death, we ended up transferring homes and being normal, typical people who lived in a quiet neighborhood.<o:p></o:p></p><p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">Yes, we ended where we are today. We transferred to BF Southland Classic Homes after the passing away of my grandfather. Did we really deserve this? Well, things happen for a reason after all. Everyone else probably didn’t deserve it but I, on the other hand, did, in my opinion. I didn’t shed a single tear during his funeral. I think I even laughed at my grandmother weeping at his grave. At that age, I probably didn’t understand the real losses that occur during someone’s death. Was my age the real problem? Maybe it was the way I think or view things.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">I transferred at about when I was in Grade 4 – Elementary. I guess I lucked out when I immediately acquired friends. People truly are friendly when they’re young. Older ones tend to isolate foreign entities and do inappropriate acts to the extent of discriminating them. I truly was a lucky one.<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal">All of those are what made me today. I could be emotional. I could be bratty. But after those experiences that I’ve been through, I could somehow comprehend the things that happen in my surroundings. I was a victim of adolescence though. I would most probably discriminate newcomers. I would say bad things behind their back. I could be the fakest person you could’ve ever met or I could be your most trusted companion. I act differently depending on the situation and I think strategically at times. This is what I am now. I’m not proud of it, but this is what I am. This is my life’s story.<o:p></o:p></p>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-81666503132702465202008-01-03T17:08:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.068+08:00Christmas + New Year<span style="font-family: arial;">I wonder how these two holidays were for the others? There were some unfortunate ones - the kid who lost his sight because of fireworks, the poor people who don't get to spend even Christmas lavishly, and maybe even the workers who were given extra piles of work to do. I think my New Year and Christmas celebrations this year were just fine. They were nothing special and definitely not boring. I think the right word would be 'typical'. Sure, I got to eat more amounts of food than usual and sure, I got to spend more time with my father, but I couldn't help but to expect something extravagant. You know the feeling of expecting something yet you know that it's not really going to happen? Yeah, that's it.<br /><br />Before these holidays came, I came to two of my friends' birthday celebrations. We bowled and swam in different places but in two days in a row. The crowd I was with was very similar, with the exception of a few who couldn't come on such short notice, I guess. When we bowled, I was the one with the least points. Yeah, I rock so much. When we swam, I was the one who kept staying out of the deep areas because of my lack of "treading" abilities. Yeah, that was great. Well, I guess the goal was to celebrate their birth and I guess we achieved that - plus I got to eat good food. You can never go wrong with good food.<br /><br />What worries me though is how time flies by so fast. Just one more year and I would bid my friends and most of my family good-bye as I fly to the United States to study there and stay with my mom. Of course I would miss my friends and family members. Who wouldn't? I guess we should concentrate on enjoying the present instead of worrying the past, eh? I remember something that my grandmother told me during Christmas...<br /><br />"We prepared for Christmas for so many days! I mean, we set up our lights, we prepare special food, and we buy presents yet Christmas is only one day. All the preparations would be gone after the celebration, could you imagine?"<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-32318881679249700062007-12-18T19:52:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.069+08:00Christmas Break<span style="font-family: arial;">Well, yeah, the second trimester's exams are officially over. No worries of studying for two weeks, thanks to the Christmas Break. I kind of feel sad that I can't afford to buy my classmates some gifts for the Christmas Party, even if I have gifts for the teachers. Anything that I would give during Christmas Parties would never come from me. In actuality, they come from my grandmother who feels that the teachers should get presents.<br /><br />Gifts should be given from the heart and you shouldn't be forced to give one. So yes, starting now, I would give gifts during Christmas Parties and say that it's from my grandmother. Oh God, I'm starting to remember last school year's batch of gifts. I ended up giving my female teachers pajamas along with panties. *shrug*<br /><br />Things you should do before Christmas Parties:<br /><br />#1 You should save money for your classmates' gifts if you have the heart to give them some.<br /><br />#2 You should be the one to pick the gifts that you would give. This one is something that I fail to do all the time. You know those exchange gift traditions they have in school? Yeah, I picked someone who wanted a stuffed animal. I asked my grandmother, yet again, to buy one worth 300 pesos. She came back with two, cheap stuffed dogs. I swear, those two combined didn't even reach the 300 pesos quota. This would damage my reputation so badly. -__-<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-90782223127928619552007-12-15T20:14:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.069+08:00Commuting<span style="font-family: arial;">I've been doubting my commuting skills and knowledge about directions for over 5 years now. My friends have been commuting to get to each others' places and I haven't. I won't go out unless they're willing to pick me up and escort me back to my house. Well, that was the situation last year. Now, things have been starting to go well for me. I could ride tricycles at ease. Well, it's true that I'm not scared of riding tricycles alone anymore, but I find it hard trying to get one! I've yet to master the art of calling tricycle drivers.<br /><br />1. Raise your dominant hand, giving a 'come over here' gesture.<br /><br />2. Make sure you're doing the gesture to the CORRECT tricycle - they should be going in the correct direction.<br /><br />3. Remember the name of the place where you're supposed to go!<br /><br />PROBLEM #1: Which way is back home?<br /><br />PROBLEM #2: What should I do if the tricycle drops me at an unknown spot and says "I gotta go, don't pay me." <-- actually happened and I, obviously, panicked. Good thing there was another tricycle which noticed me BUT he ALSO dropped me at another unknown spot which led to me panicking yet again. Well, the third time's a charm when another tricycle approached me while I was in the midst of panicking.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Where to, boy?"</span><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-3311519465968856792007-12-11T19:01:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.069+08:00I Dream Of Sundaes<span style="font-family: arial;">Meh, our exams are only a day away and I'm not even reviewing one bit. I'll just hope for good grades and do exactly the opposite of the "Do your best and God would do the rest" saying. All I've done for the past few days are procrastinating and sleeping. I'm not even sure about this grammar thing anymore. Oh God, talk about obsession. XD<br /><br />Last week, I went to this hydro-massage place. It's like a huge pool with lots of massage facilities and there are about four slots per massage type. There were these extremely huge ladies that were hogging the shower-type massage. It took a while for us to try it. I don't know how these massage things improve your metabolism and crap but I still tried it. XD After all that water pressure up my ass, I felt somehow less hungry at times. I'm seriously eating less now. I know, miracles could happen. lol<br /><br />Moving health topics aside, there has been a small thing going on between my batchmate's brother and the 3rd year batch. Based from the information I acquired, they say that he's been randomly adding students from the 3rd year batch to his YM list and talking to them with weird topics. Well, it's a good thing that I haven't been added. I wouldn't want to talk to that guy. XD<br /><br />So yeah, school is becoming boring and repetitive. This is all I could right about and as I usually write at the end of my entries, 'til next time! XD<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-52865042116981018482007-12-06T15:53:00.001+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.069+08:00Entrepreneurial + Drama<span style="font-family:arial;">I thought that it would be a failure, but I guess you can't call 50% profit that! Our bestseller was our white-sauce pasta made by my grandmother. We were having trouble because of the price and the amount of people we could 'supposedly' serve but all was well. We even got amazing comments like "I love your pasta, it's the bomb!" We had a lot of fun serving the other students and sometimes even forcing teachers to buy. I think that teachers are encouraged to buy from students though.<br /><br />A lot of things happened during that day - and by things, I meant feuds. I hate it when people fight. I mean, it's almost Christmas and this thing comes up. As far as I know, one of the essences of Christmas is love and this feud doesn't show any. If I were to give advice, I would obviously say talk about it and get it over with. This, of course, would be hard to achieve because of the awkwardness of approaching someone you don't have a nice background with. When people say that we need to talk, some or actually most perceive it as something unpleasant but it wouldn't be if you didn't want it to.<br /><br />I promised myself to never again be part of high school drama but in the end, I realized that this 'high school drama' is one hard thing to avoid.<br /><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-48630485479929643042007-12-03T16:00:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.070+08:00Requirements<span style="font-family: arial;">Okay, I've totally quitted Perfect World. It takes too much from me - like time and money, all for just virtual things and temporary satisfaction. Wait, scratch that. Everything in this world is temporary, as believed in my religion but I don't want to go on with such a topic. LOL<br /><br />Anyway, not being able to have spare time because of the loads of schoolwork the teachers have dumped on us has made me realize that I could complete such tasks if only I ignored distractions - television, surfing the web, games. I've been to a couple of my classmates' homes for practices for various presentations, but we only got serious by the time that the presentation was only one to two days away. Those practices made me realize what a wonderful game Dead Or Alive is! XD I know that wasn't the perfect sentence to write, but yes, I absolutely adore Dead Or Alive especially the characters, if you know what I mean. XD Yes, I just wanted to write about that even if it totally contradicted my previous statements about ignoring distractions.<br /><br />Putting that game aside, I found real life as something better than online games. Yes, there's still that want to become an online game celebrity inside me, but that'll have to wait. I feel the need to increase my grades and school performance because of the hard to please people that are currently in charge of my life.<br /><br />Moving on to other school issues, our entrepreneurial activities are coming up. It's two days away but we haven't even shopped for our supplies or even talked about the plans for our selling venue. Today's the first day for the entrepreneurial activities and it's a good thing that the seniors did it first. We could steal some of their business tactics or as a better way of saying it, we could learn from our experienced seniors. XD I feel that something wrong would happen though. Maybe it's because of the soy sauce from one of the seniors' products, gyoza, spilling all over me during recess.<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-43775146524623424192007-11-25T12:14:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.070+08:00Dusty Blog<span style="font-family: arial;">Okay, fine, I lied. XD I didn't feel like editing the previous post because of various reasons, *cough* Perfect World. I actually thought twice before clicking the Perfect World launcher when I got home but I ended up clicking it anyway. Now, for some reason, I don't even want to click the darned launcher. I'm starting to despise this so-called free-to-play game that sucks my wallet dry. I told my in-game friends that I would go online to do the everyday quests and attend weekly territorial wars but I really don't want to. Perfect World was fun while it lasted for me!<br /><br />Putting my online life aside, I've been concentrating on my various schoolworks, shockingly. The teachers have piled up so much work on us! The madness is almost over with only two book reports left. I've been out of the house for three days thanks to the play about <span style="font-style: italic;">Noli Me Tangere</span> that we had to do. We weren't the best, but I could say that this play was quite an improvement, compared to the various failures of plays that we did during the past few years. *shrug* I guess that the problem with my previous sections is that most of us were directors and not actors which ended up with a lot of directing and less acting.<br /><br />Since I don't have a 'hobby' anymore, I went back to watching my anime. It was fun catching up to Bleach again, since I lost the drive to watch it before because of its fillers. Now, I just simply put album arts in my new iPod while waiting for the anime downloads to finish!<br /><br />I don't have much to say, even if a lot has happened during the past months that I haven't posted about so I guess that this would be all for now!<br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-52751815365376288502007-10-11T11:16:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.070+08:00It's Britney, Bitch<span style="font-family: arial;">When I turn on the computer, the first icon I click would be the Perfect World launcher. In all seriousness, I haven't seen my blog for almost a month already! Now I'm starting to get bored with the game. I guess once you go addict, you'll lose your drive quicker. XD Wait, I should stop making my own statements that sound quotable in my head.<br /><br />Too much has happened and I didn't make posts about them. I kept telling myself to make a post about this and that but I end up not doing so. I think that I was going to make a post about my Tagaytay trip, my approved school phone use slip that stated that I would call home because I forgot my clothes, and the various interesting school happenings. Well, I'm too lazy to make posts about things that happened weeks ago already so I won't! XD<br /><br />I have to go to school now, but I'll edit this later and post about what happened. XD<br /><br /><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-36469787394305244522007-09-03T13:19:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.070+08:00Exams<span style="font-family: arial;">Well, my exams are going to start tomorrow and I haven't even studied one bit. I'm really nervous but I'm going to attend tutorials later for two hours. Hopefully, I could understand World History after that. Yeah, we all have dreams. XD<br /><br />I was able to photocopy notes a while ago in school even if I was told that it was no longer permitted. Let's just say that I managed to convince the lady in charge of the big-ass photocopy machine using my 'I'm gonna fail everything! Do you want to do that to a student?' facial expressions. XD<br /><br />I also finally managed to do what I wanted to do ever since I was a kid. I was able to gather up all my courage and start a fanfic. As a kid, I used to cut up pieces of paper and staple them together to make 'mini-books' filled with 'short stories'. And by short stories, I meant stories that are 5-7 sentences long. Hey, I was just 4 or 5 years old when I did that. Weird, no? My fanfiction is about my Perfect World character, Natsumi. Yes, Natsumi is a beast summoner, the only female-only class in the game.<br /><br />Well, that's all for now. No ratings since I have to go review and well, I'm just lazy. XD<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-26405591110123176962007-08-31T11:19:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.071+08:00Grawr<span style="font-family:arial;">I'm sooooo lazy! @_@ Well, I'm posting now because it's Perfect World's maintenance. I'm getting more and more addicted this game because of the Territorial Wars. Sadly, we lost against another clan but it was still fun. In fact, I'm so addicted to this game that I wrote DUNGEON on my test paper instead of DECAGON. It's a good thing that it was only when I was copying the given question. XD<br /><br />My grandmother and uncle still screams at each other. That's nothing new to me. My uncle always screams first before listening to what you have to say. I understand my grandmother 'cause she has trouble hearing so she can't hear her own voice's volume.<br /><br />Hmm... school is still the same. Screaming here, sluts over there, wait, I meant sluts everywhere. XD Everyone likes school when it's almost exam time 'cause you only review past lessons. No more new boring lessons but you just discuss things that you already know... or not. XD So far, I've been liking Geometry more than any of my other subjects. I know it's weird but I'd rather solve equations than study chemicals which I don't think I would need.<br /><br />I think it's the first time that I encountered a student that's going to transfer in the middle of the school year. Yes, you read that right. A classmate of mine, Lanielle, is going to transfer to some other school because of our school's owner's very unreasonable abuse. I won't go into detail 'cause she might see it. LOL Yes, our school's owner says that she SEES everything you DO. Freaky, but we already branded her as a stalker. XD<br /><br />That's actually all I have to say after NOT posting for such a long time. So I'm going ahead to my ratings portion.<br /><br />I'm going to say random things about another new student, Katrina Geniebla. She's your typical good in all subjects, responsible in homeworks, copies all notes student. I actually had a hard time noticing her during the first days of school 'cause she was at the very end of the classroom. Now, she's sitting behind me so I actually KNOW her name now. XD Our adviser even tends to forget her name. I actually kept calling her Christine and Christina during our first days. I'm not saying that she's a person you WOULD forget, by the way. It's just that I AM a very forgetful person. XD She's there to listen to what you have to say. In short, she's a very kind, smart, and considerate person. 9/10 FTW! XD<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Uhh... okay, it's time for your speech, class. Wayne, and uhh... sino yung babaeng yan? Stand up."<br /><br /></span>I actually want to sit with ALL of the students in my class just to know them all a little better. Someday, I'll be getting their 1x1 headshots and posting them all here. XD Anyway, 'til next time! :D<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-44591154834821119292007-08-09T09:58:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.071+08:00Chedeng Storm<span style="font-family:arial;">You might be wondering why I'm posting at such a time. Well, there are no classes since there's a storm around called 'Chedeng'. I have no idea why it has such a horrid name, but at least there are no classes. The sad part is that I'm currently having a very unstable connection so I can't play Perfect World properly. I also can't call PLDT, since there's this very irritating fuzzy sound whenever I pick up the phone.<br /><br />Yes, I really didn't keep my promise to myself to post at least once a week. Well, I'm THAT addicted to Perfect World. I actually didn't like my classmate to join my in-game 'clan', but this might be a good thing. Even if the main reason for me to play these MMORPGs is to escape real life, this might turn out alright. Yes, yes, I have been skipping some outings with my friends for this. Yes, you could say I have a sad life, but this is what makes people unique. Each person has a certain something that others don't have. As for me, this is counted as spending time with other friends.<br /><br />I really can't say much, since nothing is really happening or that the really interesting things are confidential. For now, let me move on to school.<br /><br />School is hard. The projects I have are slowly piling up. Let's see... I have to memorize 1 speech and 2 recitations in Filipino, I have to do two book reports, I have to make 2 sonnets, I have to make a scrapbook containing ancient art facts, and I have to make some paper about latest chemistry-related discoveries. I don't even know what motivate me to do these things. XD Another sad fact in school is that I keep failing World History tests. I'm really just plain stupid when it comes to History. I try my best to listen and after a few minutes, I space out. Well, it's not that our teacher is boring, in fact, she's a great teacher. It's just the subject that I'm having problems with.<br /><br />Hmm, should I even continue with the rating? I'm absolutely not motivated to do anything, but I'll force myself to do things.<br /><br />Let me rate Christian Daniel, another new student in our section. At first, I thought he was a very quiet person and typical versatile nerd, sorry for the term. In his introduction, he actually said that his only hobbies are studying. In the back of my head, I kept thinking that it's great to have one of these guys to teach me. XD Well, it turns out that all he said was a lie. For me, he's actually another Miguel Dauden. After all, he just follows everything Miguel tells him too. Well, that's actually all I can say for now.<br /><br />As a bonus for all you readers [insert cricket sounds here], here is Christian Daniel doing things to the tune of 'Hindi Ako Bakla'.<br /><br /><object height="250" width="325"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BvGH5d1WXU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6BvGH5d1WXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"></embed></object><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-92183233468640536412007-07-27T21:27:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.071+08:00Career Week<span style="font-family:arial;">Well, our Career Week is finally over, but sadly, I was tasked to write about it in our Performing Arts Club. ~_~ We basically just listened to people about colleges and careers this past few days. We didn't have classes from Monday until Thursday, but instead, I was falling asleep in our air conditioned audio-visual room, or whatever AVR stands for. XD We 'toured' the Ateneo and La Salle campuses yesterday, and by toured, I mean we walked around while some girl was telling us the names of the buildings we were looking at.<br /><br />In all seriousness, being in the bus was a thousand times more fun than walking around under the hot sun. We also took a lot of pictures during our 'break time', and one of them was me pseudo-humping Lanielle. LOL XD Another one was me trying to imitate a certain someone's face, but I won't go into detail, because it was just plain ugly, or fugly, rather. Well, I hope that I correctly used rather in that sentence, since I've been wanting to use it for some time now. XD<br /><br />Also, I've been doing less homework since Perfect World is now out. Err, wait, I take that back. I didn't do homework because it was Career Week. XD So far, I've been enjoying Perfect World very much. I'm currently surrounded by unfamiliar people, but I'm slowly getting closer to them, or at least I think so. XD It's also one of the main reasons why I won't be posting here as much. The only reason why I'm posting here now is because I'm re-patching everything. Yes, yes, I have a sad life.<br /><br />I'm also suspecting that more people know about my blog. And when I say more people, I mean I suspect family members visiting, which I totally don't want. Speaking of family members, I actually made another scandalous scene last week during a presentation. It was about parents, and well, they asked me who I wanted to go with if I had a choice. You know what happens next.... XD Yes, some people were teary-eyed because of that. God, it's too early to start the drama!<br /><br />A classmate, Angeline, actually wanted me to post her picture here in my blog and put a caption saying that she's my girlfriend. Well, I actually wanted to put something along the lines of "This is my dog." or "This is a street hooker I picked up last night." Peace Angeline! XD<br /><br />Oh God, I'm so horrible at writing. I'm not sure if I'm breaking the things I'm writing into separate paragraphs correctly! Oh well, better end this entry before I make myself seem like a fool.<br /><br /><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696965402569631826.post-55908475901092010952007-07-17T18:08:00.000+08:002008-04-30T10:02:52.071+08:00Boredom<span style="font-family: arial;">Geez, my nose is starting to bleed again. Even though it's quite helpful since I tend to get nosebleeds whenever I'm nervous so I get to escape from recitations and seatworks, it does get annoying at times. When my busmate hit my nose with a towel, guess what happened! ~_~<br /><br />Well, school is starting to get boring, probably because a certain someone came back. Nah, just kidding. XD So far, nothing interesting has happened, aside from getting extra hyper after cooling down. Yesterday was the first time for me to get irritated in school this year. Luckily, I have my own way to calm me down. Just a little imaginary beat-up stress person, and voila, after a few minutes, I'll return to my normal self again. You see, I tend to stay quiet when I'm mad or irritated, so the classroom became a little peaceful, since I'm actually one of the loudest people there~ XD<br /><br />Hmm, Perfect World's open beta is nearing, and by nearing, I mean it's tomorrow. Boy, I can't wait to plaaay! Hopefully, the client I downloaded won't be corrupted this time. XD Speaking of online games, I still can't believe that pROSE is shutting down! D: Gawd, all of those months of playing my cleric would be gone with the wind some time in August. ~_~ Sure, I'll miss my cleric, but I'll be missing the friends I made the most. Luckily, the closest ones were added in my Yahoo Messenger, but that isn't too great for the not so close ones. XD<br /><br />Ooh, and speaking of Yahoo Messenger, I was able to get another e-mail address from my classmates. One more and I would have all of 3rd Year Romulo in my YM! Well, aside from Hannah Ong and Louie Mancenido, since they don't really have YM. XD<br /><br />Well, 'til next time~! I don't want to rate anyone right now, so maybe I'll rate two in my next entry~ XD<br /><br /></span>Shinuichihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06814948414779759742noreply@blogger.com0