I took the Friends Character Test yesterday. I got the link from masamang_babae's website. Guess which character I am. Arghh.. Does it mean I'm also a loser? Come to think of it, they all are. Hmm.

I'm Chandler Bing from Friends!

Take the Friends Quiz here.

created by stomps.

Try ko lang maglagay ng link for the MIDI file na nei.

for nei:

Leaving On A Jet Plane MIDI File


Double click on the link to listen. Or if you want to save it in your PC, just right click and "save target as...". (Alam nyo na naman yun , eh...:D:D). I hope this one works.

Huhu! syet na exam. I thought... I thought... Hmmm... basta ang hirap nya. To think that I didn't sleep the whole night. Well, almost. I just slept for an hour, actually. Ahh. The pleasure of cramming...not!

Syet, wala ako sa mood magsulat ngayon. Just want to talk nonsense. Yun lang. Wala pa kasi kong tulog. And hindi pala ko naglunch kanina. Damn.

Putsa!!!
buset na katabi ko kanina sa bus. Galing kasi kong Makati kanina, hinatid ko si misis sa bahay nila. Tapos nung pag-uwi ko, balak ko sanang mag MRT, kaya lang di na ko nakaabot sa last trip, so di na ko bumaba ng bus. Then pagdating sa may street ni Ernie Baron (kamias po iyon, kei?) may sumakay na dalawang mamang medyo weird. nakainom siguro, pero di naman amoy alak. So yun nga, tapos nagrereklamo yung dalawa kasi daw ang mahal mahal nung pamasahe, eh siguro mga 3 pesos lang naman ang difference nun. Eh sadyang makulit ang dalawang pasahero kung kaya't nagkainitan at muntik ng magpang-abot ang konduktor at yung isang kasama nung mama. (Anubayun.. makabayan tayo ngayon ah?). Muntik na nga silang pababain sa bus, pero ang mas nakakatakot, hindi sila bumaba at nagbanta pa yung dalawa. Tingin ko may dalang deadly weapon. Kinabahan tuloy ako, kasi katabi ko lang naman yung isang mamang mainit masyado ang ulo. Syet talaga!

Sadya palang may makukulit na tao, no?

Ayan may comment links na ko.
I thought na disabled yung account ko sa YAACS, buti na lang hindi pala affected nung temporary suspension. Anyways, pareho nung layout nung kay nei yung comment box ko. Ang cool kasi nung background. I'm planning to make my own code for the comment box, para di na kami pareho ni nei. I hope it'll work. sana. For the meantime, sana okay lang kay nei na pareho yung layout. I hope to change it by weekend.

From the Coffee Table

Ho-hum. I'm not in the mood to write, either, so I'll just post some news from entertainmentweekly.com.


Oscar Fever



Heee Heee Hee.. hehehe.. have you heard about the mysterious Oscar virus that "made a lot of Academy members and honorees viloently ill a couple of weeks ago... More than a week after a mystery ailment struck several hundred attendees of the Academy's March 2 awards dinner for scientific and technical achievement prize winners, investigators from the Los Angeles County Department of Health Services have identified the cause of the illness as a ''Norwalk-type virus,'' part of a strain that causes a couple days of gastroenteritis, with symptoms that include nausea and diarrhea." Talk about pre-Oscars jitters, eh? Strange though, that Charlize Theron attended the awards dinner, and handed out Oscars, but was not one of the ones that got sick. Good for her.
Pero seryoso, kakatakot naman yun. Imagine walking in on some party and getting sick afterwards, not from overeating or the overcooked food from the buffet table, but because of some mean virus from God-knows-where. That was scary.

Click here for the story



Tears of a Clone
Arggghhh!! Excited na kong mapanood ang Attack of the Clones aka Star Wars Episode II. I just don't know why it was called attack of the clones. bakit kaya?anyways, i'll just wait for that fucking movie and see what George fucking Lucas is in store for the Star Wars fanatics.

The Force is with the new ''Star Wars'' trailer -- more or less. EW.com's Brian Hiatt takes a critical look at two and a half minutes of attacking clones



One thing's clear from the newest trailer for ''Star Wars: Episode II -- Attack of the Clones'': George Lucas hasn't lost his touch for dialogue. Who else -- other than Ed Wood -- would make Ewan McGregor intone the line ''Your clones are very impressive''? Or force Hayden Christensen to make frequent use of the honorific ''m'lady''?

But ''Star Wars'' isn't ''My Dinner with Andre,'' and Lucas might argue that dialogue isn't the point. Instead, judging from the new trailer and its three predecessors, the goal seems to be to create images that no moviegoer has ever seen before: a thousand clone troopers massing underneath an orange sky, a battalion of Jedi wielding lightsabers in an all-out war, or a ship zooming through the alien cityscape of Coruscant.

The trailer's visual dazzle is promising, but after the betrayal of ''Phantom Menace'' (which only seems more clunky and sterile as time goes by) ''Star Wars'' fans are like cuckolded spouses; we want to believe that Lucas will come through this time, but it's hard to trust him. The refreshing lack of hype for ''Episode II'' (''Phantom Menace'' was on every magazine cover in the English-speaking world by this time in 1999) bodes well. So does Lucas' repeated promise that the movie will be darker in tone.

As a stand-alone preview of ''Episode II,'' ''Clone War'' (yeah, Lucasfilm actually gives its trailers little names) falls short, giving no hint of the love story seen in previous trailers, while simultaneously letting slip what must be a major plot point. (''They are using a bounty hunter named Jango Fett to create a clone army,'' Obi-Wan shouts.) And the rapid cuts, intended to convey the sheer magnitude of what's in store, end up headache-inducing and nearly incoherent.

Still, anyone who knows their ''Star Wars'' lore has to thrill, at least a little, to Yoda's syntax-challenged proclamation, ''Begun, this Clone War has.'' Unlike ''Phantom Menace,'' which answered questions that weren't raised by the original trilogy (who knew, or cared, what Anakin was like as a 10-year-old?), ''Attack of the Clones'' will flesh out key areas of the mythos, including the courtship of Luke and Leia's parents, the descent of Anakin into the dark side, and, yes, the Clone Wars, which were hinted at since the beginning.

So it's exciting to see touches of the original movies in the trailer, like Natalie Portman's Padmé decked out in a Princess Leia-style outfit, and Christopher Lee's Count Dooku (great name there, George) spitting out Darth Vader-style blandishments. (''You must join me, Obi-Wan, and together we'll destroy the Sith.'') Even more thrilling is that this is the fourth trailer in a row to treat Jar-Jar Binks like a floppy-eared stepchild -- while he does pop up in two scenes, only the most pause-button-happy fans are likely to see him. Now we just have to hope that with all that cloning, no one tries it on Mr. Binks.
(Posted:03/11/02)




This is one fucking lucky guy!! My roommate has a big crush on Natalie and I wonder what the poor guy is feeling right now. Hee hee hee.

That's it for now. I still have to review for an exam tom. Argh.

Shit happens. And for my case it seems to happen as frequently as one changes his underwear. Tingin ko ako na ang pinakapathetic na tao sa mundo. O, o, o. Tingin ko lang yun, okay? That's my opinion.

Bakit ganun? I feel like my life is going down the drain. At hindi lang sa drainage ang narating nya. Dumaan pa siya sa estero at tumuloy ng Manila Bay kasama ng mga palutang lutang na mga kung ano anong bagay: plastik, bulok na basura, .. kung ano ano pa.. isama mo na rin yung occassional na mga lumulutang na bangkay sa may breakwater. Hay. Di ko na nga malaman kung ano ang magiging buhay ko ten years after.

Shit. sana nagshift na ko habang may panahon pa. Sana graduate na ko nung last last year pa. Sana may trabaho na ko. Sana gusto ko yung ginagawa kong trabaho. Sana.

We often live just for the sake of living. We live for the sake of having to survive one grueling, monotonous existence only to face another day of pathetic existence.






Lost in space (...and time).

the server is having a problem. i think. i can't view my blog page. i thought the problem was on ly in my page but i tried to access the other blogs hosted by blogger.com and still the same. why is this so? hmmm...

overdose.





"choose life. choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fucking big television. choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. choose a starter home. choose your friends. choose leisure wear and matching luggage. choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. choose D.I.Y. and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning. choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all. pishing your last in a miserable home. nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that you've spawned to replace yourself. choose your future. choose life."


Mark Renton, "Trainspotting"

Seventeen

I died when I was six.

But my body still lies in state for nearly seventeen years. It still does; inside of me, away from the prying eyes of other people; lurking in the darkest, coldest part of my memory. For seventeen long years my body has kept its silence, while occasionally wreaking havoc in my psyche. It seems he doesn't want to be left forgotten. I know I should have a long time ago, but I just don’t know how to. Perhaps, I never will.

Nobody knows about it. I didn’t tell anyone of what happened to my body. I was afraid. I was afraid that nobody will listen, that nobody would care. I don’t think they’ll understand. Until, recently I had the courage to tell a few people about it. Even so, I was still hesitant.

My body was once a breathing flesh: alive, youthful, immortal. When he was still alive, I remember my body telling he wanted to be an architect. He wanted to build lots and lots of houses of various shapes and sizes but unlike any other house, his will never be shaken by any earthquake nor be blown off by any storm. He wanted them to be special. As special as the smile that beams from his soft, childish lips the day he got his first pair of shoes. That was seventeen years ago.

I still bring my body to sleep, oftentimes while singing the same sweet lullaby that mother used to sing for me when I was his age. And each time I sing that lullaby to him, my body lets out a familiar cry, but what puzzles me is that not a single sound ever escapes from his now-withered lips. I have always wished that he’d stop crying but he just kept on; until the last drop of tear wells from his eyes. Tired, he would creep back in his place, silently, never leaving a hint of his existence. There he would spend most of his time wallowing in self-pity, brewing the same anger and angst that have been pestering him.

Last night, a very bizarre incident happened. As expected, my body paid me a visit, as he usually does this past few weeks. I noticed my body was half as thin as he used to be. My body never reached that record size, save for one incident when he was forced to remember the cause of his death. Alarmed, I confronted my body about this but did not expect to get any concrete answer. He was, as always, wearing that same catatonic expression when he answered me. He told me that an invader had been sneaking inside his nook and keeps on bugging him. The invader has returned. And he, my body, was once again, afraid. Very afraid. From his story, I realized the invader was the same person that caused his death, the very person that stabbed him, not once, not thrice…I can’t even remember the exact number. Nor the exact details of how he really died. I just know that he died. Seventeen years ago.

It happened one night. Which particular night is not important; they were all the same. He was standing in front of the half-opened door of the bedroom upstairs; how he got there, he doesn’t remember. When suddenly two pairs of big, strong hands grabbed him from the inside. It was creepy inside the room but the owner of the pair of hands doesn’t seem to mind. However, what’s creepier is the way the pair of hands had grown a pair of red, blazing pair of eyes. As the eyes grew redder and redder, the pair of hands started to travel the contours of his fragile body. My body trembled in anticipation of something that’s beyond comprehensible. He didn’t know what was going to happen.. He was starting to feel the hunger that the pair of hands felt. A hunger so insatiable that it can eat a whole body in one sitting. But the pair of hands is not hungry for just anything. Somehow my body knew what the pair of hands was hungry for. He didn’t know exactly what it was. He just knew that whatever it was, it was certainly not what he wanted He was afraid. That was the only thing he knew. He tried to reach for the door. He wanted to escape. But all hopes were nowhere to be found, for the pair of hands had started to anchor its weight on his waist. Pulling closer. Trying to reach for something. Closer. The next minutes was agonizingly long. He always wished that the hands of the clock will be just as lazy as he was during the morning, when he doesn’t want to leave the comforts of his bed. But it seemed the clock’s hands have stopped running. They, too, were afraid. They, too, were trembling as the room shaked. They, too, felt the tremor. They, too, felt the excruciating pain. They, too, were sweating blood. They, too, cried. A cry as loud as the sirens of the passing firetrucks. Funny, for the cry never reached anyone’s ear. The walls muffled the cry even before it reached the surface never to be echoed back. Maybe the walls, too, were afraid. That was the last cry that ever escaped from the lips of my body. That was the last cry that accompanied him before his descent six feet underground. Seventeen years ago.

posted by bob at 7:18 AM

I've been in a vey (and i mean VERY) bad shape these past few weeks. I wish I could do something about it. This is not getting any better. ...:(

Finally, i had the chance to go over some blog skins, and unfotunately, i didn't get what i wanted so I made my own. and here it is. pretty simple a layout, but at least not as crowded. I'm still working on my new website, but time is not on my side, so i think i'd rather keep that thing aside fo a while. Got a lot of other things to do. I have to review for my exams, and i'm still on my illustration wok for the college paper; the deadline is quite near.

Sunday, March 10, 2002

systems status: sub-normal

checking system files: .... please wait....

........ SYSTEMS ONLINE



...... i'm still exploring this blogger and so far medyo okay sya. di pala siya pedeng i link to my website...:(. Unless I have my own site from some server. hmm... i think i'll just link my site here, and vice versa.

argghhhh... andaming bugs! i think i need to edit this one. grrrrrrrrrrr..