BWAHAHAHA!!!

ZARAH's post says:

"Ate Jude (attitude... ngek. Yes, Jude ang name pero girl) told me about this mock blog of a stereotypical Atenean (tama ba?) and it was really funny. Pinakita ko nga sa brothers ko, and they got sort of mad. Hahaha. Kuya Jay even said, "Hindi naman lahat ng Atenista, ganyan eh!" Hahaha, I think nainsult sila. Oh well. Basta, super funny pa rin. Annoyingly coñotic.

next time na lang, my posts about bora and my grades and my mom. i'm too busy na kasi. school made simula na and i did fail nga my accounting. i'm still making tago my grades from my mom and i still don't want to tell her about my plano to make lipat into creative writing. pero tama na muna that, i have much better balita kasi. some person made me email and asked me to write for them. shit pare. i want to hear what that loser edgar allan poser thinks about this. yeah. tangina niya right? he's such a poser. i'm more creative kaya than him. buti nga i don't see him na in starbs. sana he got sagasa by some stupid jeepney or like he gets hit head-on by a kia pride while he's making sakay in a tricycle on esteban abada. sana he's like patay na diba so he'll stop irritating my aura."

This Atenista sounds gay. Haha... Again, I hope I put the credits here properly. This came from Zarah's blog, which you can visit on the right. Everything that came from her blog is in a different color. I don't know where she got this from, though I'll try to get the URL from her.

My bad!

Uh-oh. Ate Fay was right... from what I wrote in my post (the one with Gir dancing), the faerie sounds like it was done by me. Its writing process was one of those hare-brained moments wherein you keep thinking of that person who did it, and then you assume that you already gave him/her credit, when in fact you haven't.

Again, my apologies. I already re-edited the post, but just so you wouldn't have to look again, the Hotaru faerie was done by MOESPINEL, NOT me. Sheesh... now I come off as an art thief or something...

Miscommunication is indeed terrible, and it's best to avoid it (most often because I end up embarrassing myself). It's a good thing Ate Fay told me. Yay! ^__^ Thankies.

From the depths of my subconscious

The LOTR DvD must have affected me more than I thought.

I dreamed about it actually, and the cool thing about it was it was sort of a what-happened-after part. And in movie format too. I instinctively knew this "movie" was called The Purging of the Black Lands. Just a cleaning spree to get rid of filthy orcses. Nice. Haha, I was there, fighting alongside the others... at least I think so. Anyway, I got to chop some heads off, which was fun. Let's see... According to my list, I killed:

A Mordicant - er... this one's a stray character. It's from another book. From what I imagine, it seems to be a smaller and more solid Balrog, though as fiery. It was said to be repelled by lead, so I was banging the remote on it everytime it wanted strangle me. Weird... where did the remote come from? And I didn't know it was made of lead. In the end though, what really killed it was a lead-tipped quill which I stuck on its hand. Haha, labo...

An orc - I got to slice his head off with a sword. Yay!

A banshee - This one had really really long hair. I'm not sure if there are supposed to be any banshees there in the first place, but I cut its throat before it could scream.

I fought one more... something (I'm not sure what), but I couldn't annihilate it. Then I woke up and had breakfast.

Biktima

The sun was a hazy yellow sifting dust motes all around when I finally decided to make the egg sandwich spread. We were on survival mode, as Angel put it, so we had this do-it-yourself thing going on. I wanted to try putting in different stuff to see if it would make any difference (such as ground pepper, a pinch of salt, a dash of sugar, some vinegar) instead of the usual mayo, pickle relish and egg you mash around together. It didn't seem to taste any different. Ho hum. I then decided to fix the iced tea that Bianca made in the pitcher (this one's different) because it lacked in taste. I put in more powder, then fearing that it might be too sweet, put in water. I took out a glass and poured some to taste.

It tasted funny.

I wondered if it was because of the dishwashing liquid or something... or perhaps I kept tasting the egg mixture a tad too much? I poured the rest of my glass contents on the sink and poured myself water.

If it was possible for my tongue to wince, I'm sure it would, probably followed by me fainting then having an epileptic fit for added drama. I don't think the other people in the house would have heard me anyway. So what really happened was, I threw myself on the sink and spat everything out. You might be thinking that I shouldn't be that worked up over water. How I wish it was. It was actually buko juice and a spoiled one at that! It had sneakily aged itself then stood around innocently like a pitcher of water. I had to be the unlucky one who grabbed it. Ako, ang tagatimpla ng iced tea sa isang pitchel!!! I had to throw the whole pitcher of carefully perfected iced tea away, then start over again. Blast it! That's the second time I've tasted the treachery of buko juice!

Hmph. Never again.

Isang umaga

I woke up early for once today, rising from the bed at 8:00 only to be greeted by an empty house devoid of breakfast and my parents. No matter. I took a singkamas from a bunch an proceeded to peel it and make it fit for consumption. That took me an hour, the end product looking no better than a mutilated vegetable. I was sort of hacking away, due to my inexperience. At last, two shows later (I was peeling away in front of the TV) I finally decided that it was good enough, cut it up and brought up some salt. By that time, Bianca had already joined me, just in time to watch the last bits of skin mercilessly hacked away. So it was then we snacked on the singkamas. I nibbled on a few pieces, then stopped. The effort of just peeling the darned thing took my appetite away. I instructed Bianca to bring down the plate when she's done, and on going up, bring me a glass of iced tea. Haha, demanding ba?

The glass of iced tea didn't take long-- naumay rin si Bianca e. I took a sip and frowned. It tasted different. Atsaka ang lapot. "Ano to??? Syrup? Nge, gawa mo ko ulit."
Bianca laughed.

"Eh kasi buko juice ung nalagay ko, kasi kala ko tubig."

Kaya pala! She made me another one, mixed with water this time. Curiously enough, I think I missed the iced tea with buko juice mix, though its sweetness was a reminiscent to the ridiculously large amount of sauce I put on my lumpiang hubad. Nakakasakit ng ulo. Pero masarap naman.

Well, that ends my morning story for now. I got to watch the video of You'll Be Safe Here, which made my day. As usual, malaki parin yung bibig ni Rico at emote siya ng emote, pero ayos lang! Mahal ko talaga ang Rivermaya!!!

Gushy

I haven't talked to Angel in the longest time ever... Or maybe it was just days ago? No matter. It seems that we had less time to just gush out our stories ever since vacation started. Which is odd. Shouldn't it be the opposite? Most probably because the number of people present in our houses have increased, therefore also increasing demand for the phone. Let's see... her siblings, my siblings, her parents, my parents... add to that her siblings' friends, my siblings' friends. And then there's internet. Gosh, didn't know how much we use the phone. Oh well.

The great thing about Angel, is that we can just be on the phone, even if we don't say anything. There are times we'd sigh, after having a good story, then tell each other to rest our jaws then... silence. Just restful silence. Nothing awkward at all. The funny thing about it is, we suddenly start giggling a little, until it crescendoes to a full-blown laughing spree. And what were we laughing about? I have no idea. It makes me feel young again. Well, like a kid again, at least.


We went to National Bookstore today and bought Sabriel and Abhorsen, since Ate's already finishing Lirael. Bitin na bitin e. The only bad thing about it was, these were the smaller paperback versions. My OC-ness was berating me for buying them. I dislike seeing one of my favorite trilogies coming in different sizes, the second book sticking out like a finger. What's done is done. At least I can reread Sabriel now.

I also bought ink pens, and a new sketchie. Very very happy, though I seem to be buying a lot of stuff nowadays. Bad.

Quizzes

Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male

Your brain leans female You think with your heart, not your head Sweet and considerate, you are a giver But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

What Gender Is Your Brain?

Your Japanese Name Is...

Nishi Sanjo

What's" your Japanese Name?

Whaaat? But Nishi is a fairly cute name, so I guess I'm satisfied with it.

One more go!!!

Your Japanese Name Is...

Momo Shimizudani

What's" your Japanese Name?

Oooh... this is getting more fun!

One more!!!!

Your Japanese Name Is...

Keiko Hirohata

What's" your Japanese Name?

In the Pink

There's nothing much to say about this color, except that it's actually a nice one when not overdone. I can't complain; most of my "favorite" shirts are pink. Yeah, surprised me too. I like baby pink the best-- it's the shade that most of my pink stuff go by. Well the fact that these shirts are very comfortable and the fact that I can just throw it on and call myself "dressed" adds to its usefulness. And I am a practical person afterall.

That would be just about it.

I have more pressing matters on my mind, and thus I can't write anything decent except for that dry, meager paragraph above.

The World in a Woman's Handbag

Handbags are handy things, often carrying the bare essentials for beautification. It is a woman's best friend, besides her real best friend of course, and will always be there for her whenever emergencies come (unless she forgets it, and even then it is entirely her fault). I myself carry these things around, only I prefer sensible body bags (so I won't have to keep on re-shouldering it). The number and the kind of items usually depend on a woman's traits: extravagant, vain, simple, neat, indifferent and so on. And even though most bags have common items, it is the extras that make it interesting. I'll go to that in a bit.

So this paragraph will be dedicated to the so-called Common Things, things that you'll commonly find in handbags (duh). This is for those of you who don't know, those who have no common sense, those who aren't women, those who haven't pilfered a bag yet out of curiosity and those who simply don't care (and I reckon it wouldn't make any difference if you read this either). Well, that said, on to the subject.

I shall be using my own handbag (or body bag, if you want to technical) as an example.

I don't exactly like having a bag around. But it is a necessity sometimes. I can't stuff everything in my pockets, as much as I want to. That would mean discomfort indeed. So to save myself from that impracticality, I borrow a body bag from Ate. Its contents comprise of: my cellphone (when I remember to bring it), wallet, handkerchief, a book (as long as it fits), Ate's cd player (if she isn't the one carrying it) and perfume (yeaaaah, I carry that around).
Hm... that's basically it. If it's a sports thing I'm going to, facial wash, an extra shirt and a small towel are added. I guess oil film and sunblock would be good, but I'm not too meticulous about things like those. I like traveling light. Oh yeah, I also throw in some sanitary pads if it's that time of the month.

Well, it's not much. Pretty boring stuff.

On to the Extras.

One very excellent example of this is my Mom's handbag. It is made up 95% extras, and is so very ex-tra-or-di-na-ry that it borders on that and in-sa-ni-ty.

Upon sliding the zipper open, you are sure to be greeted by... A FEROCIOUS MAN-EATING VERY-MUCH-ALIVE CROC HEAD!!! AAAAAGH!!!!

...

Nah. Just kidding.

But that surely says one thing about the Handbag: It is quite a jungle in there!!! Well anyway, when you slide the zipper open, all you can see are papers... lots and lots of them, mostly crumpled receipts (though I'm sure our old report cards are somewhere in there, as crumpled as the heap around it). And that's the scary thing about it. You can't see the bottom. It's like the thick canopy of a forest, camouflaging everything that lurks in the dark. Everything smells like old paper and money, and believe me, it's not a pleasant smell if you've been around it too long. It (money smell not the bag) somehow mutates into the smell of a dead rat... but then again, that might be just my crazy imagination. There's also the occasional make-up kit, which reminds me of the plane crash ruins in Survivor Palau. But of everything that I've been talking about so far, the most mysterious feature of the Handbag is its Bottom. It is something that I hoped I would never encounter in my search for Mom's cellphone on the occasions that it would ring (which was as fruitful as finding a needle in a haystack). I swear, unearthly things live there. And most probably have been taking over the bag since who-knows-when. It is most likely that the bag could just crawl away if it wanted to, like a slimy-slimy slug.

Haha! I hope it won't.

Sayang yung pang-mall.

Going girly

I originally wanted to post a one-liner here that says "GIRLY-GIRLS SUCK!!!" but then I decided that I should take a look on why the hell do girls find men, cosmetics and pink so fascinating. So let's start with what I like in a guy (omg, did I get ABDUCTED or something?!?!), which is one topic I wouldn't normally discuss. But anyway, when I really think about it (I'm still a girl, you know), I generally like guys who:

-have goatees. If it looks cool on you, I'm cool with it. If not, clean-shaven will be perfectly fine. Long hair will be cool too. (Mike Elgar and Constantine Maroulis very good examples.)

-are chinitos :D (Xavier: an excellent source)

-can discuss things with me intelligently, or debate, if that need be. Low levels of redundancy required.

-can make me laugh

-are not sappy (but sweet is acceptable)

-are not vain and fat-headed

-play an instrument. Guitar, or any other interesting, portable instruments will do (piano is okay, but you can't exactly drag a piano around, can you?). Good singing voice is a definite plus.

-can be a buddy when I want one, and a couch if I will it.

-are versatile. Carrier-boy, errand boy, driver, bodyguard, tutor, bank account, insurance, alalay, comfort food (shake well before using), ka-jowk taym, ka-drama, etc...

-are neat and tidy. No slobs allowed.

-are dark-haired


Well, that's about all I can remember. Was kinda fun being a bit gurly. I'll re-edit this again if I miss out on anything. Of course, the people who fit my general pointers aren't immediately people that I'd like. There are some exceptions at times. But these are the common traits in most of the guys I like (like, not like-like. gets?). I have to sleep now. But I still have yet to tackle cosmetics and pink, which, I expect, will be just as interesting to write and read.

Good morning. :D

Making a mountain out of a mole hill

Dinner just ended pretty badly. Don't ask. But it's got visions of living happily ever after as far away as possible from my parents (specifically from my mom), dancing crazily inside my head. Don't lecture me. Don't chide me. Just think of how mad I am, despite the fact that I am usually a reasonable person. Yeah, it's got me mad alright. And I won't listen to any crap about parents and yada yada yada because--

I

am

PISSED!!!

As of 12:45 am

My blog is now officially 2 months old!

Here's Gir to do his taco dance:



Dance on Gir...

Well, I just finished browsing DeviantArt and I've been saving some ordinary drawings to use as reference. For what? I had this excellent idea of redoing other artists' drawing in my own style, to see if I can do it better. Not so original, but it will keep me busy. I like to gloat over stuff I do better. Tee hee... I won't be posting it or anything anyway. Just to have something to do. Hmm... must prepare pencils!

Now here's something. Who does this faerie remind you of?

I'm keeping it this big so you can see every little scrumptious detail (ehe, what's this? a pastry?). So who's this? It's HOTARU from Sailormoon! Hehe, pretty good rendition, neh? You can visit her link over there at the side. She's done faeries for every sailor soldier. Not that she's obssessed, though. She just likes to draw Sailormoon mostly because you can do a LOT of variations and interpretations. Angel and I once snuck into her room and I was just literally blown away when I saw her faerie collection. And good mastery of colored pencils too. I'm still trying to get the hang of her coloring style, but it's too tiring to sharpen, so there. It's a pity that some of them are in the Scrap part. She didn't finish those, but I still love her drawing of Charon.

It's getting too late in the morning. I have to go sleep now.

NOTE: Uh-oh. I forgot to mention that this drawing is done by MOESPINEL. NOT ME. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry everyone and Moe... *bangs head*

Now it looks like I stole it or something... Waaaaaa...

Two days old and moldy

Friday
-I forgot to watch Bubble Gang. Darn. I always forget. Poo.

-Ms. Philippines won the first ASEAN pageant. Yay! A very deserving candidate, and this time I was on her side. She reminds me of Patty Laurel and had that same happy radiance that shines through. It made her stand out. A very good choice this time. I applaud it.
I just wish they hired better emcees. That male emcee was just—bleh. I wanted to slap him, to tell him to cut the crap and get on with the show. He kept making unnecessary comments and yada yada yada. I’d rather listen to the orchestra, which was the Philippine Philharmonic Orchestra, by the way. He was just so boring. My gawd! Most probably the audience was sleeping with their eyes open. Bah hah!

Saturday
-MY SISTER’S 16TH BIRTHDAY
Why is it that somebody always ruins special occasions? This time, however, it was my sister herself. My quote for that day? BIRTHDAY BASHER GONE A-BITCHIN’!!! Ayos ba? I made it myself, habang nagwawala siya sa kotse dahil gutom na siya. Harhar, an exaggeration, but I was getting fed up with her "baditude". Ngye, ambaduy. She wasn’t embarrassed at all of making a scene in front of a family friend. "Eh bakit, birthday ko ngayon a!!!"

Ah.

Such a bittersweet birthday. (75% BITTER, 25% SWEET: Good food makes up for bad times.)

-I SAW SIR LOUIE IN THE MALL!!! Man I miss him. A very very great teacher, with the corniest sense of humor ever.

-I bought a Sugarfree cd. Wanted to buy the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, but I decided to watch it first before buying it. I also wanted to buy a Sessionroad cd for Kuya (hindi to libre, babayaran mo ko) but I thought I should ask him first, so I didn’t.

Sunday
-I have formally added Ultimate Frisbee to my Official Approved Sports List, which is made up of: Badminton, Tennis and Foosball, which I don’t think is a sport at all.

-Why are guys so much better at volleyball than us?!? Jeebus, how lamer could I be?

-I made a new friend! Yay! Yeah, it sounds pretty corny, but it’s the first time I’ve consciously made friends with other people. Her name’s Angelica Ramirez (older sister of Adrian), the same age as Ate Joanne, who’s turning 18 this year if I’m not mistaken. She just graduated from highschool, and is going to CSB to study HRM. It’s nice being with her. Thank God I’ve finally met someone who doesn’t have the urge to talk incessantly! Hallelujah! (It’s just that the other girls like to talk a LOT about pointless things, so I’d rather be alone than listen.)

-Noel is still a bastard. But I could beat him in an argument any day he likes. Is it me, or am I the only one who’s not vexed by him? Grabe mang-asar, but cold ignorance gets rid of the irritation, if not Noel.

-Quico: still very Spanish-looking. Tangos ng ilong. He’s the second cousin of my cousin on my mom’s side. Small world, eh?

-I still haven’t photocopied Kuhlau. Oopish. Teacher will kill me. Must also practice Chopin. Another oopish.

Back again

I haven't been posting since Ate Fay taught me how to upload pictures. In truth, I was rather overwhelmed, as well as excited (I'm HTML illiterate, remember?), so it left me in a muddle. I didn't know what to do first. I usually leave things alone when I feel like this, much like the time when I tried Sims2 (Gomen Kuya!). So yeah, I won't be using any of my new skillz anytime soon... at least not until I get over this.

In other things...



This is just one of the few computer-drawn pics that I ever finished. I drew and colored this in Paint, since the more sophisticated programs are in the other pc.

I made Ate read Lirael, and now she loves it as much as I do. Yay! That's what our copy looks like. I never knew there were so many versions of the book's cover. It's prettier in real life, cause I can't seem to guess the right height and width for this thing. THAT is hard work.

Aaaaand no, her hand isn't floating in mid-air.

So that's about it. I know I said I wouldn't be uploading pics but this is just a test run.