yes! ie6 is installing! wohoo!!!

here we go, tripping on more quizzes [thanks to neva :)]. but hey, it's a jack black quiz. just had to take it.

Your song is... Tribute And the peculiar thing is this, my friends. The song we played on that fateful night didn't actually sound anything like this song! This is just a tribute! You gotta believe me, and I wish you were there. Just a matter of opinion. Quiz created by LenPal

What's your Tenacious D song?

just caught Jologs in mega mall with chris, alexis, mich and the interns, and joey brash. it was pretty stupid, but i actually enjoyed it. it was really jologs, so i guess it served its purpose. the non-linear treatment was alright, but it would've been better without all the spoon feeding; and it reminded me of Go and Back to the Future, 2 non-linear films that i really like. there're more non-liner classics that i just can't rememeber right now, but those 2 entered my head instantly. oh, and The Pyromaniac's Love Story because the cafe blew up.

many of my intellectual friends really hated Jologs. I think it's because they went in the theater expecting a lot. I didn't expect anything, which is always better than expecting a lot and getting the worst. And even if there was so much katangahan, I didn't let that stop me from enjoying my 50 bucks.

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there were these assholes sitting behind us in the theater, and they were really jologs, the real deal. anyway, there was this ugly top shot (not that the shot was ugly, but the actors looked ugly in their position. the shot was normal. nothing great. bleh.) with deither ocampo sleeping beside michelle bayle, and the guys behind us said stuff like "panget", "taba", etc. we laughed with them because in all honesty, it was a funny reaction. but since mich, hannah and goldie were seated right infront of them, the jerks started saying, "o, natatawa sila! pa-kiss naman diyan o!"

at first, i laughed because i thought that they were still making fun of the scene. but when chris sat up and stared at them really bad, i realized that something was wrong. i looked to my left and the girls already shrank in their seats. i asked alexis to check on them and he, too, became alarmed; and he and chris were just staring at the bastards who were still snickering behind the girls. nicely enough, another man at the end of our row stood up and told the jerks that they weren't the only people in the theater.

10 minutes later, the tropa ng jologs behind us stood up and left.

chris was just waiting for something to happen. and honestly, so was i. when you have that much anger inside you, you just want to let it out and make a point. you were out of line and i can kick your ass! but nothing happened. and sometimes, it's for the best. and you also realize that at least you're not an asshole...a jologs asshole at that.

i'm aslo glad that even if i'm really independent and capable of defending myself, all my guy friends are real gentlemen who are always looking out for their friends. it's a real comfort in this day and age. [so thanks to chris and alexis for being so machoo! :)]

shit. just realized that assembly's at 9am. fucker.

one last quiz from the fiddler of adoni's. and a smoke. before i sleep.



Which Sims Edition Are You?

good. night.

there's a lomo exhibit this weekend. looks interesting. maybe i'll go with my sisters.

meanwhile, i think carlo should learn to cut up his posts into paragraphs. then again, it's his blog, so bahala siya. oh no, my mood's changing again. it must be midnight. time for a smoke with the ghost in the garden. i still haven't seen his smoke rings.

because yahoo is a little slow tonight...


What circus sideshow freak are YOU?

quiz by MK @ mkdesign
astig!

took another test to reward myself because i finally finished my alvin edit. long live amiga!!!

what movie symbolism are you? find out!


here's proof that carlo was so drunk after the brash screening last friday. he took this picture right before he left, and he kept on telling me and paul that we couldn't fit in the frame. well looky-looky, ang naputol ay si melanie! and...oh my. mo, is that a smile?!?! :)

[i can't believe i found a useless link to mo.]

thanks to ramon, i found a lot of tests in mike's blog. but i'll take one a day lang para 'di naman overkill.

I am the epitome of unrequited love but at least I do something constructive with it.. sing beautiful songs, which will continue to win audiences over years after we have split up. I can be wistful, cathartic and depressive but at the same time I am a very deep, thoughtful person. More than likely I am contemplating something very important even if I don't look like the sort! I think before I speak and so what I say somehow has more meaning. Basically, I'm a well rounded person so nyah :p

Which 80s band are you?

Test created by Sambam of blackeyed.net/tristessa

dang, i can't even remember which songs they sang. matulog ka na lang kasi, alia. tulog na!

i've been in the weirdest mood this last 20 hours. i've been commenting and making fun of people all day, even in the freakin' blogs! that's not right. well, guilt's finally taking a hold on me, and i think's it's time to sleep. maybe when i wake up for lunch, i'll be good again.

...huling hirit: but i still think that mike's picture is really freaky.

where’s my evap?

some time last month, i felt too lazy to go to work. if i remember correctly, it was the tuesday that i went to town to watch lilo and stitch and cry for the third time; and i visited joepi in tower records and we had a good smoke in friday’s.

but that morning, i woke up to something important. it was the morning for change, the morning for renewal, the morning for me to discover that we had no more evap.

i woke up at 8 in the morning, and it felt like a dreamy morning. misty and cold. the maya birds were still chattering in the garden, and i realized that it had been a while since i slept on the couch at home. as a matter of fact, it had been a while since i stayed home, period! i sat there breathing the morning, forgetting that i was a member of the overworked and underpaid working force of philippine media.

proud to be a delinquent employee, i walked over to the breakfast table and had my first real homey breakfast since...i forget. it was the usual setup. a bowl on my platito, a teaspoon, and a box of cornflakes. i felt like a 12-year old having a good, summer breakfast. i had all the time in the world. i poured cold water into my bazooka glass and filled my bowl with cornflakes. everything was going well; but when i scanned the breakfast table, my beautiful morning turned sour because i couldn’t find the evaporated milk.

all my life, i have lived in this house and the breakfast table has always had a little can of evap for mommy’s coffee and my precious cereal. non-fat milk was too light, and regular milk wasn’t as sweet. my cereal had to be eaten with evap.

i called for manang tita and demanded for an explanation. “bakit walang evap sa la mesa?” “eh malay ko ba na kakain ka pala dito!”

ouch.

when little things and simple routines change, that’s when you get the shock of your life; and you realize that so much has already changed and you didn't even notice. manang tita didn’t prepare a can of evap because she didn't know that i was going to eat breakfast here. my eating breakfast at home is no longer a regular thing. i am no longer a regular presence in this house. i no longer come home to a dinner plate. instead, i come home to an empty chair at an empty table, and i have to ask for a plate, utensils and dinner because by some miracle, i am actually going to eat at home.

i've made drastic changes in my life because of the career path that i've chosen. we all make decisions and they always have an affect on the home. but when you begin to feel like a stranger in your own house, then there’s something wrong with your path. when you walk into the kitchen and you can’t find the bottle opener, when you walk into the terrace and you trip on your dog’s water bowl by accident, when you open the cupboard and you can’t seem to find your drinking glass, then you may have made just a little too many changes.

in her july column, jeanette winterson wrote, “When we change things we take risks - and all change brings with it unsettlement, and I suppose that habit is comforting” it took a while for my family to adjust to my horrible working hours. after more than a year, they finally accepted the fact that i can sleep on 2 computer chairs put together in front of my office table. informing them a day before that i was flying out of manila was no longer a problem, and riding the bus to diliman at 10 in the evening was part of the job. but now, i'm having trouble with the fact that my family has settled with the changes that i brought home. i no longer feel that i'm part of the house, or that i'm contributing anything important. even driving silver feels strange nowadays.

i know that i can’t bring anything blasting from the past, but i have to do something before i disappear completely and evap gets scrapped from the grocery list forever.

it's great to see that my tag board's so busy and happy! :) and so is my trivia junky! feel free to add to the trivia list, people! just nothing bastos. please lang. or i will nuke you [if i remember how :P].

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judex finally went home! the velocity is mine! wahoo! more alvin pics to edit! maloloka na ako!!!

i can't shouldn't won't want to smoke.

heeheehee! this is fun! thanks, nevs!

and i couldn't even bark.

sunday night. it was around 915pm and i was on my way back to town center to finish my nike shoot. i drove to the alabang hills gate and a car was parked beside the guardhouse. i thought that it was just one of those idiots trying to get in the village without a sticker, but a man came out of the car from the passenger's side, walked over to the guard and started shouting at him, pointing at him, talking as if the guard didn't have a shot gun at hand.

i let them be for a while. there are many assholes in this village called bf, so i was used to it. this guy, however, was going too far, and taking too long. 2 minutes had gone by and he was still drilling on the poor guard who was just waiting for his duty to end at 10pm. i opened my window to listen to the quarrel and the guy was shouting "problema mo 'yan!" "hindi ka kasi nagbabasa!" i-follow up mo! sige! tawagin mo!" the guard was on the radio and his hand was shaking nervously. at times like this, you appreciate your security guards for doing their job, but you also realize that they’re so vulnerable to abuse and that they don't deserve to be treated like dirt.

at first, i felt sorry. but then i became angry. this was a conyo boy trying to get his stupid bmw inside a village, and he was showing disrespect to the security on duty. i felt like i was back in high school, finding the courage to question the principal's authority for the first time. i quickly opened my door and stood outside my car. i wanted to go up to the guy and tell him to cool off. if he tells me to mind my own business, i'll tell him that i was a resident of the village being guarded by this security guard, so that makes this my business. and if he goes on and on, i'll punch him real hard, kick the back of his knee and bang his head on his fucking bm!

but courage left just as quick as it came, and i never left the side of my car. i just stood there, frozen with all this activist talk ringing in my head. i watched him as he hammered the guard with words so horrible and crisp, they would send a tag board with an anti-tagalog-swearing program bleeping like crazy. i was holding on to the door, still deciding whether to slide to the left and give this guy a piece of my mind, or slide to the right, sit in the car and just wait it out.

i slid to the right. i shut the door. i sat there, gripping the steering wheel, cursing myself for being such a chicken.

the guy finally went back in the car and entered the village. guilty and deflated, i sluggishly drove up to the guard and gave him all i could give. i gave him a smile. he took a deep breath, gave me a big salute, and smiled back.

i think i just learned the biggest lesson on patience from that guard, because God forbid i have my mom’s shot gun when i’m being harassed by some conyo kid. then again, i probably wouldn't have the courage to hold the gun anyway. i should work on that.

some more fun from neva! :)

You Are a Cyberprude!

You stay away from anything crass or crude.
You could be called a "cyberprude."
Lighten up, and take off your shirt.
Flashing a chatroom wouldn't hurt.

Are *You* a Cyberslut?

flashing a chatroom? what the hell?

You Are a Henna Gaijin!

You're not Japanese, but you wish you were!
You can use chopsticks with your eyes closed, and you've memorized hundreds of Kanji.
You even answer your phone "moshi moshi."
While the number of anime videos you've seen is way higher than the number of dates you've been on, there's hope.
Play the sexy, mysterous gaijin, and you'll have plenty of Japanese meat.
What's *Your* Japanese Subculture?

hey, neva and i are the same!

ok, ok, that's enough. must stop procrastinating! ...well, maybe one smoke won't hurt. oh, and a coke, too. btw, is it just me, or is regular coke not as sweet and carbonated as it used to be? parang ang baduy na eh. flat. lifeless. parang coke light. ew!!!

last pic for the day!

here's a pic of special thanks lia, mich, chris, and me at the byc screening. heeheehee! there's something funny about this picture. anyway, yes, i'm still in a good mood right now; but that'll all go away once i move into edit 1. grrrr...

i stole this from carlo's blog and it's sooo cute!!! i love ciudad! their music is fun, cute, and most of all, i can understand their lyrics. :)

nakapikit pa si jeff! heeheehee! laugh trip!

you know what? i actually wrote this freakin' post at 2 in the morning, but for some stupid reason, it wouldn't post. my pictures won't link, and everyone's comments are gone! blogger.com must've found out about us. what are all these filipinos doing here clogging up the blog network?!?! ...sorry. i woke up late for work again, so i'm a leetel pissed. anyway, thanks to chris and ernan for being the first 2 to tag me. yey! now on with the pending post.

i had a pretty busy weekend. i watched my friends' films in byc last friday (it was also my first time in byc and i finally met the famous joey brash. what's his real family name anyway? huy, joey!), and i'm really proud of them. i'm also happy to have made new friends. but seeing carlo that drunk was a little freaky. he was just hitting on everybody! :P that was so odd. to see how drunk carlo was, and how fun the whole night was, just click on any of the blog clogs and you'll see what chris and alexis have named the ideal day part 2.

i also had dinner in cpk, shangri-la mall with the costellos last saturday (got kind of lost looking for shangri-la, but i managed). it was great to see the twins glowing because in my past visits, they were always studying for their board exams. but they're doctors now! plus colleen had her hair done. way cool! maybe i should tell bianca to have her hair rebonded, too. i also got a history lesson about the vatican because tita marilou's sister had just come from rome. wow, how i envied her. but i was a little jahe because she was sitting right in front of me. look intelligent, alia, and mind your manners. manners! man, was i dying to smoke, and to bite my nails. had to drink 4 refills of coke to get through the night. but i think i should've ordered chris' raspberry iced tea because it looked really good. and oh! the key lime pie was a winner! thanks, chris!

sunday was full of work. i had to wake up early to attend a search-in meeting with my sisters in old manila, festival. then i had to rush to town center to help the gameplan people shoot the nike 3on3 finals. ew. i shot the finals last year, so i knew how long our day was going to be. but it was a good thing that i wasn't the producer this particular event. i just had to cam. yey!

carlo was there, and i really missed that guy. he flew in from bacolod and went straight to town for the shoot. mel was with him and she looked really nice and fresh. her new line is, "gumaganda 'pag naka-resign!" tricia was her usual bastos self (i've no idea how she could be so bastos on cam. we can't even use the darn footage!), and rovilson was the bomb! he was all dressed up in a 70s outfit and he actually had a butt! heehee! speaking of butts, i was the butt of jokes because alvin was there. ugh. and he had a speech! and what was his speech like? you guessed it! blah, blah, dotdotdot, blah,blah...ok, i know, i'm being mean. please don't get me wrong, i like the guy. he's nice, inspiring, humble; but he just speaks so slow! and he was difficult to sked! i think i was just really malas with him.

but my shoot that night was the worst because i didn't get to shoot anything!!! i was supposed to shoot a time lapse of the set getting torn down. they told me to come back at 10pm for the fix up and what happened? i got there at 930 and the set was gone. shit. i was so depressed. well, not as depressed as last friday, but close enough. i looked so sabog in my 10-year old zobel shirt, my "i feel fat today" jeans, and my super comfy birks. i looked so crappy that none of my "i've no work on sunday" friends in town recognized me (it felt pretty cool to feel invisible, though). i texted diego that i needed a friend, but i found him with ton, mark, louie, and tomas...and they were all going home! bummer. so i went in friday's and had a pale at the bar. across me was a middle-aged man who also looked lonely, but he looked lonelier than i did, so i felt better.

after one good beer, i went home to watch csi with bianca. the episode was really good, and i slept so well that i woke up late for work. whoops!

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sarap mag-link 'pag sanay na. kung anu-ano na lang eh! tingnan mo, kahit cpk may link! naks.

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heehee! i've a tag board now (thanks to neva's influence) and it looks really cute. it'll be sad if no one posts anything on it, though, but it's still pretty cute. it's also pretty big and i can't seem to shrink it. para siyang post-it online!

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i've over a hundred hits and only 3 guestbook entries. what's up with that? hey, sign my guestbook! not fair!

I am an ESSAY WRITER

I like to take an analytical and objective approach to the subjects I write about. By telling the hard truth without any frills I make lots of enemies as well as lots of friends.

cool! i'm an essay writer! the picture's kind of freaky, though. i guess that's how my computer area looks in night vision or something. thanks to neva for another fun test. :)

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yes! i'm smoking and drinking coke in front of my computer AT HOME! i really miss this. sigh. now i can write my scripts and smoke my frustrations away while staring at the computer and thinking of sporty "human spirit" vo's to write.

sorry to those who are looking for updates, because unfortunately, i'm not a blog slave. well, that's because i don't have internet access at home. oh no, that's not right. i do have access...i just don't have a monitor. nye. but i'll be getting ton's monitor tonight. wahoo!!! i'm really looking forward to getting the monitor because i really, really, REALLY miss smoking in front of my computer. oh, and drinking, too. :) i'm lucky to live in a house where smoking is allowed (hint hint!).