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checkmate
neither rook nor bishop nor king himself could stop the white pawn from becoming queen.
cancer it is, then.
if i am to believe the astrologer featured this morning on
breakfast, the crotch in the philippine flag is actually the kabbalahn hand of god and the revolution was scheduled such that the moon would pass through the flag's counterpart in the planetary charts. this is of course given the premise that the
katipunan was a masonic order. go figure.
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the stuff of nightmares
i figure the reason why my illness [the seven-day 'flu] is dragging on is because i haven't had a decent hour's rest in three days, which is contrary to the fact that most of my day is spent on my back. it seems that when i close my eyes my brain autoloads some freaky shit dream sequence which isn't actually a dream since i'm fully aware of real time events. kind of like a
bangungot, now that i think about it. take for instance:
i. friday night
an extra 12
starcraft: broodwar zerg missions in which king arthas and the lich king demote kerrigan to queen bitch of the char dungeons. the only respite was a short fmv featuring me bumping into dan poblete at our high school reunion and asking whether he and rachelle reventar were still an item.
ii. saturday night
grayback's journey from
battle realms: winter of the wolf, which in hindsight i doubt resembles the real missions in any way.
iii. the whole of sunday
diablo ii marathon. 'nuf sed.
iv. monday afternoon
this one isn't a game. i somehow gained the ability to go forward in time exactly two days and return at will. paco, who was in the sequence for reasons unknown, and i used this power to pick up freshmen and ace anmath2 quizzes.
in other news 'rook' would make a good supporting character name in an rpg and toni braxton's
unbreak my heart is ross' song for the day.
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dengue
that's what they're thinking. my temperature tomorrow morning will tell.
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pirates of carriedo
the
gwapong technician [whose name i just recalled is
joel] is the man. frytz, on the other hand, is a
tarush magnet. the pole-
dancing climbing robot wasn't as cool as i'd hoped it would be, unlike
archer one and its inventors. pasicatchan, here we come.
ube anyone?
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second impressions
ms yamie is meh, as usual.
sir jos is mathheadtristan-like in his method but thankfully not in his tests [which are difficult enough to be challenging, but not enough to be depressing].
ms jiji is doing our mp for us [burn, pantolans, burn!].
limoanco isn't as horrendous as she was last term. maybe she just takes some getting used to. not that bad-looking either, iff she's on mute.
estonilo is as good a rels teacher as reshley was a bad one. a bitch if i ever saw one, and with the wit to match. plus i bullshat an essay for him on a book i never read and got full marks for it. talk about
chamba.
ms tangkeko is still a mystery to me. she gives me the feeling that i'm always a second too early or late to catch her good side. the 3.5 i gave myself as an expected grade seems comical now.
all the teachers i thought would be terrors are the ones i ended up enjoying, and vice versa. that would've been alright, except that i don't have any sure
kwatros left.
malate legends are people too. happy birthday, aj.
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silver linings
i. friday
low:
"where did all your friends go?"
"home."
"this early? what kind of friends do you have?"
"..."
high:
"
ang labo ng kubeta n'yo."
"
bakit naman?"
"
nung nag-flush
ako,
'yung tunog parang may umuungol na lalaki."
"!?"
ii. saturday
low:
mtv movie awards script.
dr. seuss' the cat in the hat.
not going to the fête.
high:
mtv movie awards fillers.
the mothman prophesies.
not going to the fête.
iii. sunday
low:
"asha's sick. could you research on the symptoms of
dengue fever?"
high:
"
'yang kapatid mo kasi,
tungain ba naman kalahating pitsel nung ginawa mong inumin."
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"belated"
'tang ina,
humirit ka pa.
fuck you.
regrets
you're better off with those who want to be your friends rather than those you want to be your friends.
batu-bato sa langit.
happy birthday
my blog is one year old today. hurrah. now if only i'd started four years earlier.
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it's another tequila sunrise
this old world still looks the same
another frame
thanks. you know who you are.
one down, two to go.
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bibles and badgers
A man named Ananias, however, with his wife Sapphira, sold a piece of property. He retained for himself, with his wife's knowledge, some of the purchase price, took the remainder, and put it at the feet of the apostles. But Peter said, "Ananias, why has Satan filled your heart so that you lied to the holy Spirit and retained part of the price of the land? While it remained unsold, did it not remain yours? And when it was sold, was it not still under your control? Why did you contrive this deed? You have lied not to human beings, but to God." When Ananias heard these words, he fell down and breathed his last, and great fear came upon all who heard of it. The young men came and wrapped him up, then carried him out and buried him. After an interval of about three hours, his wife came in, unaware of what had happened. Peter said to her, "Tell me, did you sell the land for this amount?" She answered, "Yes, for that amount." Then Peter said to her, "Why did you agree to test the Spirit of the Lord? Listen, the footsteps of those who have buried your husband are at the door, and they will carry you out." At once, she fell down at his feet and breathed her last. When the young men entered they found her dead, so they carried her out and buried her beside her husband. And great fear came upon the whole church and upon all who heard of these things.- acts 5: 1-11, nab
communists *and* necromancers. cool.
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ps:
this is is both inane and stupid.
yes, it involves dancing badgers.
in a flash
this is inane.
this is stupid.
this, on the other hand, is brilliant.
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enchantments
i.
the prisoner of azkabani am disappointed on so many levels. alfonso cuaron is a good director; he just has to avoid 'improving' the plot. cases in point: jamaican talking heads, the knight bus adjusting to obstacles [instead of the other way around], buckbeak as an effeminate falcon, hermione's various "girl power!" scenes, and the wtf end scene. to be frank, there were only five things good about the movie: alan rickman, emma watson, spinal candles, mcnair's greataxe, and not having paid for my ticket.
ii. band practice
kris asked jonat and i to play a few songs during her debut so in the traditional zobellian cramming style we met the night before to 'practice'. naturally nothing happened, except my getting hammered on
puñeta. in a related incident, frytz was invited to the debut but he declined.
sayang.
iii. debut performance
meh. could've been worse. could've been better. the proper term would probably be
benta, since we stole the show despite our fumblings. rock on, jonat, rock on.
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moral lessons
i. friday
nothing kills a movie like too much hype. children should not be allowed to watch movies requiring half a brain, nor should they speak until are they capable of accurately pronouncing the word 'creature'. only
blizzard entertainment is capable of making effective sequels. salt is bad for your kidneys.
the nearest photocopying booth to the ccp is in harrison plaza. never eat a figaro blt without a plate. there is no such thing as a favorite poem, only the one you last [or first] read.
wislawa szymborska is a genius. everyone knows everyone else and senior poetry editors teach computer science in zobel.
a bug zapper takes 30 minutes to kill a
salagubang, and will do so noisily, and with flying appendages. if there are
calamansi seeds floating in your punch, chances are someone squeezed
calamansi into it. saul is sexually frustrated. people change but at the same time, they don't.
ii. saturday
nobody wears a costume to a costume affair. malate people are not perfect examples of lasallians.
jacek dukaj is a genius. never volunteer to accompany poetry with a song you haven't played for two months. never start listening to the poem you're supposed to be accompanying. beer is the secret to good dancing. a roadtrip without the eraserheads is like a hamburger without the patty. do not watch
y tu mama tambien while or after drinking [or ever, for that matter]. vodka mudshakes are lifechanging.
iii. sunday
an original copy of
windows xp professional will set you back 10 grand. the number of cd's needed to set up computer hardware is directly proportional to the power of said hardware.
plus! xp has no splash screen.
final fantasy vii has horrible graphics.
iv. monday
burning a large chocolate bar will get you kicked out of the green place. hitler killed six million
people. wislawa szymborska is still a genius. the phrase "drunk as a wheelbarrow" makes perfect sense.
v. tuesday
the throat hurts, but it will set you free. there are people who still think the contents of the lasallian's april issue was real. jose rizal escaped the firing squad by morphing into a banana. the
tikbalang has the perfect form. luneta is conducive to both sentimentality and hallucination. tanya's cleavage is severely pixellated. i've never groped another man's drink.
vi. wednesday
sleep is optional.
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