Anything will and can happen

i made a promise then changed the ending

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:38:11 GMT

Once upon a time there was a farmer, and this farmer owned a goose, and one morning that goose laid a golden egg. It was perfectly round and shiny and heavy, but more than that, it was SOLID GOLD and would help solve the problem of the farm's rent and the farmer's debts and the children's education and the rising price of gas for the tractor, so he went off to the city that day and sold his golden egg. Needless to say, he came back with a ton of money and the family was able to live well for some time.

The next month, the farmer's goose laid another golden egg that was just as round and just as shiny and just as perfect as the previous one. Again, they were just as ecstatic, and for another long while, the farmer and his family were able to buy more things that would make their lives easier to deal with.

And so it was like that for a year or two. The goose laid a golden egg every month, and the farmer ceased to worry about the farm because who worries about the farm when there's gold waiting to be hatched and ceased to milk the cows because the milk didn't shine or glitter and for a while, that system worked.

Now, news spread quickly about the famous goose, as news like that is wont to spread like wildfire in the right circles. People fawned over it, and politicians came to pet it and soon, even scientists asked if they could study it. They asked the family if they could study the goose and see how it worked, so they could replicate it and maybe speed up the process of gold-laying. And since all people had their flaws and the family liked being wealthy, they said yes.

And so the poor bird was sliced open and it's insides were investigated for hours and hours. When the scientists (vets?) finally gave up, they realized they had a Humpty Dumpty on their hands and couldn't put the goose back together again. The goose eventually flat-lined and rose up to peck St. Peter's rooster guarding the gates of Heaven, and the people stuck on Earth wailed and ranted and cried about losing the only goose that had ever been capable of laying golden eggs, and never more was a goose of that kind seen again.

Now the moral of the story is what?

when you get too close i put you right down

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 15:40:19 GMT

I don't want to go to sleep resenting you, I really don't. I don't want to measure our friendship by this give-and-take exchange of material things, because friends shouldn't work that way and I am guilty of the same flaws I am seeing in you. I know there's this large possibility I'm taking all this out on you because I was in the car with my mother and we all know that she has this degenerative effect on my mood. But...

But.

I can't help thinking that you shouldn't have to push me this far just because you can, or because you know I won't say no.

And I am SUCH A HYPOCRITE because here I am going on and on about the public expository of private lives but I can't tell you in person that I have such a big problem with the way you are running your life.

incoherent hissing here

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 10:32:31 GMT

I am very. VERY. Pissed off right now.

I have been editing the Senior's Manual EVERY GODDAM DAY since the 28th and I know that's my job and I know that edits are important so that the final thing looks great and makes people cry buckets of blood BUT JESUS CHRIST GODDAMIT can the people in charge of editing the Senior's Manual edit it in ONE GO and not make me change stuff ONE AT A TIME so that when I say final I can actually mean it and believe it? Do you know how frustrating it is to go to sleep thinking that the final edits have been made, only to wake up to text messages that MORE edits must be made and then open my IM to find offline messages that yes, sorry, we love you Isa, but can you please change this and that on page whatever to this this and this?

For one, I do not want your love. Your love does not pay me nor does it give me the strength to do more edits. No offense meant, really, but your love does not lessen the aggravation I feel over this matter. Give your love to Jesus Christ or handicapped baby seals, because they appreciate that kind of thing 24/7. I can't appreciate your love when I am THIS CLOSE to killing innocent baby animals.

For another, I am not fussing over the length of the work. I am fussing over how you want me to deal with not knowing how long all this work is going to take. I know that the yearbook is a year long production. I GET THAT AND I AM FINE WITH IT. What I AM NOT FINE WITH is that the Senior's Manual was supposed to have been finished weeks ago and yet I am still here stuck with editing the goddam thing. People make me upload PD-FUCKING-Fs at 10 am in the fucking morning and I scramble around and not sleep thinking that the whole thing will get ruined if I don't pass on time, but when the next day rolls around with the new batch of EDITS FOR THE NEXT HOUR, I grow confused and feel as if I AM BEING MISLEAD AND MANIPULATED.

Linoloko niyo lang ba ako sa pagbigay ng deadlines AEGIS? I am starting to resent this kind of working environment. I can't PRIORITIZE because of what you are doing (MY THESIS POSTERS WERE LATE BECAUSE I WAS DOING THE SENIOR'S MANUAL THE NIGHT BEFORE), and I am starting to feel like you don't respect me enough to give me the real score. Assoc na kung assoc pero pucha wala namang bastusan.

Thirdly, this whole rant? Could have been avoided if people had just edited the content the moment write-ups submitted it. 98% of the time, I am changing titles and deleting paragraphs which SHOULD HAVE BEEN CHANGED EARLIER, when the content was still a Word file. This isn't supposed to be my problem anymore. DESIGN DOES NOT MEAN CLEAN UP DUTY. And this is exactly what I have been doing since the 28th. Cleaning up the mess in the content.

Another way this could have been avoided was if PEOPLE HAD JUST GIVEN ME THE EDITS IN ONE FELL SWOOP. It's easy to edit the things, I concede, but exporting and uploading and sending and resending EVERY FUCKING DAY is a hassle that makes me cranky as hell. Buti sana kung isang beses niyo lang pina-upload e. PERO HINDI. EVERY DAY AKO NAG UUPLOAD. Para akong sirang plaka sa yahoogroups.

THERE. VENOM OUT. *SPITS AFTER TASTE*

All of these points I will raise on Monday. Hopefully, I am in a better mood by then. I just need to get this shit off my fucking chest before I do something I regret in the future.

easy might be easy

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:34:23 GMT

Late thesis posters.

/whine

And now that that's all over and done with, I'd like to introduce you to:

KAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA. Meet Neuro, a demon in the underworld side-lining as a detective on Earth. In truth, he creeps me the fuck out, but his is the voice that is so hot it melts solid steel. Koyasu Takehito's (his seiyuu) voice does that. It's like injecting yourself with caffeine straight in the jugular. You get giddy and high and lose all sense of decency afterwards.

Why else do I like Neuro? He eats brains. Or the mysteries that reside in brains. Semantics. Anyway, HOW. COOL. IS THAT. Probably so cool he could single-handedly fight global warming and even have enough left over to build a few polar bears some extra ice caps to play around on. Beat that Al Gore.

For a manga turned anime, this is actually not quite bad. Episode 1 didn't have the best animation ever (actually, it was a bit ugly in some places) but Code Geass and Tokyo Majin Gakuen were pretty, but I don't like them like I like Neuro. As long as it doesn't end up like Shichi Henge did (omg eveybody in that anime was as ugly as sin), I'll probably still keep watching this. The lead girl, I forgot her name (not relevant to my interests) isn't annoying enough to turn me off, which is another miracle by itself. Plot seems to be decently paced, voice acting is sound, love interests are zero. All that's left is for a rival to show up (Detective-sama?) and I'd be set and loving Neuro to death.

Do I even want to watch Gurren Lagann anymore? And Baccano? And Zetsubou Sensei? They're all festering in my hard drive but they all fall flat with regards to grabbing my attention. Baccano is too random, Zetsubou too reference-y and Gurren Lagann is probably a well-made Bleach that I have not yet crossed paths with. I'll try to keep an open mind though.

----*

Friend A: When you like someone, do all your senses become lost like you don't know what hit you, and your face turns beet red, and that other's face starts to blur before you? Do your words get stuck in your throat and you start forgetting exactly how to breathe?

Friend B: ... It's been a long time since I've heard such pure words. What are you, the Virgin Mary?

Friend A: Well, if she were male and weren't a virgin...

oh yeah come on

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:27:20 GMT

Me: Hafta go.
Ampness: see you.
Me (inside): You wish.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

----*

I am getting bored with my thesis.

*gasp*

i've got my fist and barred teeth

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 09:09:08 GMT

We're bored. We're all bored now. But has it ever occurred to you, Wally, that the process that creates this boredom that we see in the world now, may very well be a self-perpetuating, unconscious form of brainwashing created by a world totalitarian government based on money and that all of this is much more dangerous than one thinks, and it's not just a question of individual survival, Wally, but that somebody who's bored is asleep, and somebody who's asleep will not say no?

- My Dinner with Andre

Read it thrice, 'cause I sure as hell had to.

----*

I went jogging yesterday. And.

MY THIGH KARNE ARE KILLING ME.

And my ankles feel like somebody accidentally punched them from the side, which is why I now limp slowly from place to place like an invalid.

Oh the trials and tribulations of trying to get thin.

----*

In class, Kat and Kimbel said that I was probably the strongest drinker among the three of us. Again, inner evil laughter resounded through out my soul. Did you know that the last time I drank beer was even before freshman year started? I have never touched an alcoholic drink in my whole college existence, and yet, AND YET, there is this pervading misconception that I drink and that I drink A LOT.

Where is this coming from, I wonder?

strangers in the night

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 17:20:38 GMT

Today, someone said that I was, and I quote “surprisingly nice.” This made me sort of laugh somewhere in the depths of my soul because there is an irony that exists there. Merce wrote in the AEGIS manual that ‘nice’ should not be used to describe a person in the yearbook, simply because it is generic and boring adjective that has probably been in use since cavemen walked the Earth (“Pork nice. I eat nice pork. NOM NOM NOM NOM"). And yet here I am, being the most boring adjective in the world, and yet it still surprises people when I act that way, as if it is something that hasn’t ever been done before, as if I were doing some strange, alien ritual from the planet Jupiter.

My theory on this is Filipinos aren’t really ‘nice’. We are cliquish, we are clannish, we like to travel in packs to do even the most simple of activities, but when it comes to the sort of thoughtfulness and consideration that is required for real and soul-deep niceness, we are lacking."

----*

Charz: Lookit what I found. Apparently, William Mosley isn't as vanilla as we thought.

i got to whisper 'cause i can't be too loud

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 06:17:32 GMT

An addendum to the motto of my life:

There are many reasons, but there are almost no excuses. Shame is unnecessary, but trying to fix things will always be worth something.

didn't i tell you?

Tue, 24 Jun 2008 16:06:02 GMT

I really find it hard to NOT fixate on the bad things that happen to me. And the weird thing is, some really good things happened too, but they do not register, for some Godforsaken reason.

Wait. Actually, something is making me cackle right now.

The Nominees for the Candy Teen Blog Awards.

Now, I have absolutely NOTHING against these people.They can write whatever the hell they want and I wouldn't care. But the thing is, there are more thoughtful lolcats on the internet than some of the blurbs I've read. The current Nominee seems to be the exception that proves the rule (and not by much though maybe it's because I'm expecting too much) but the rest seems to be self-centered expository rather than thoughtful analysis.

And the question I would like to ask is: Why on God's green earth should anyone award these people for writing about themselves?

Candy, what is the point of this exercise? Do you want to prove that young girls age 13-25 (it makes me cringe that there are people past their teens writing here) are grammatically proficient and can layout their own blogs (because apparently, there is criteria) in ways that are aesthetically pleasing to the masses? And given this, what then does this say about the people who are actually judging this thing? Is this work that they are proud to announce to others? Does this make them clap their hands and whistle before they go to bed and think that yes, they've done something to make the world a better place?

Just curious. Inquiring minds and all.

ETA:
APPARENTLY IT WAS ALL MY STUPID FAULT THAT THE FORMAT I DID FOR HISTORY WAS WRONG.

There is no facepalm big enough for the utter shame I feel. This requires tableface. *TABLEFACES*

Omg. I nearly read that as tablefeeces.

more baggage

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 04:04:46 GMT

OMG.

Inner sadness choochooness please go away.

UGH.

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 12:53:18 GMT

*not their real names

Friend:ndi naman ako magugulat if ever
and i won't even care
i just care about myself, trish*, work after grad and nothing else
i don't care kung may mabuntis man sa block natin
or kung biglang pumutok ang transformer ni meralco jane*
basta i'll be the good angelic me na gagraduate this coming march weee!!

Ako:
Bakit Meralco Jane?
Inuubos ba niya lahat ng kuryente sa Maynila?

Friend:
E poste kasi siya e! Posteeeeeeeee!

----*

Tumawa talaga ako ng malakas.

shoot shoot the runner

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 11:11:29 GMT

misfires and the like

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 15:43:51 GMT

When I get home everyday, there is a part of my mind that recaps and commentates on my entire day in Ateneo . I don't know if it's the same for all of you, but my conscience is like a radio station with my mother as the DJ. It nags and pinpoints and squawks at all the social land mines I stepped on, and it's IN MY HEAD so I can't ever turn it off unless something takes up my full concentration for a long time.

So I'm in the car right, and my head instantly goes into Isa's Top Ten Daily Misfires the second we leave school grounds and I realize...

*facepalms*

I have the tendency dig myself into holes. Holes that are six feet deep.

And now that I finished with today's dose of bitter truth, let us all rejoice because HAHAHA PANIC AT THE DISCO IS COMING TO MANILA.

VIP tickets cost 4000 bucks. My inner child keeps screaming at me to give in and GO, but Anna pointed out this evening "E isang gabi lang naman yan tapos malamang tatlong kanta lang kakantahin niya tapos puro Spongecola na. Kadire."

...

Tru dat.

September + 6 months = UNF UNF UNF

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 04:07:00 GMT

A Dance With Dragons is coming out, possibly, in September.

Because the Philippines is always delayed AT LEAST half a year when it comes to the release of new books. *grumbles*

Can't somebody just invent small scale teleportation already?

And speaking of books that I want

WHERE THE HELL IS THE MIRADOR?!? Corambis is coming out in 2009 and I had absolutely no luck catching even your shadow in the States, let alone here.

Another book I want but can't get my hands on:

Mothers, Monsters, Whores by Laura Sjoberg and Caron E. Gentry - Just the title makes me want to rub my palms and cackle madly in anticipation. YOU THINK YOU GET IT BUT YOU REALLY DON'T! KAKAKAKAKAKAKA.

----*

I remember yesternight's dream (nightmare?) because it was something I dreamt of before. It starts and I'm running away again from something chasing me through a building, and there is a person with me but I can't remember who it is. We're taking elevators to the 100th floor, and every time it's a near miss; the thing chasing us is always, always nearly sliding it's way through the closing doors. It's made more terrifying by the fact that we have to get off every four floors, there are no direct connections from 1 to 100.

So it's a cycle. Miss getting caught by an inch. Pray. Get off and run for the next elevator. Miss getting caught by an inch. Pray again.

The 100th floor is a big white room, and my bookshelf is there. We're searching for an exit, and it's a secret passage that opens if the second shelf of the bookcase is pulled out. I remember ripping it out and finding a chute. We slide down to find a helipad and for some reason, Clark Alejandrino is there, and he tells us how to get out, and we board a helicopter and land in a swamp.

We stay there for some days, until the swamp water suddenly rises. It's CLEAN WATER, and it scares us because clean water has no business existing in a swamp, and when it over takes us we turn into jelly fish and mushrooms.

WAT.

Surprisingly enough, I think I am a girl in this dream.

sing until your lungs give out

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:04:36 GMT

I'm not panicking.

And it took me about 6 hours to write (right?) that.

----*

I noticed that I have been a little hyper the past few days and. I just realized how utterly embarrassing I have been acting. So I will calm down.

Isa.

Calm. The Fuck. Down.

Which reminds me, I had a friend who texted me something like this:

im goin to b l8 4 class wat time r u goin to cum?

I was staring at my phone cackling in a very loud and obscene manner after I read that. That is why we do not use the txtspk kiddies. It is a dangerous, dangerous language which will get you raped if you are not careful.

there is something wrong with the vibes you are sending

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 16:01:19 GMT

To AMP-ness (No, not you guys from the org),
You sent me a song. A BLEEDING SONG. And I don't even understand the lyrics! What in the world of all romantic (or non-romantic) symbolism DOES THAT MEAN? You stupid, stupid boy. A mute, blind, dumb and deaf boy using smoke signals in Kansas could probably have made his intentions clearer than you just did.

To my will,
You will exercise tomorrow before going to class. I swear it on the invalid boy from Kansas.

To the mosquito in the salas,
You bit me in the fucking ass. I am 5'4" with a miles worth of surface area, and you had to bite the part that was actually wearing two layers of clothing? ARE YOU BLIND?!?

ETA: Apparently, they might as well be.

To my design portfolio,
I will fatten you up, one way or another.

Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 15:44:27 GMT



		I will marry Goldmine.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Belvedere Tower in our fabulous Shack.
		We will have 8 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Lime Green Camry.
		I will spend my days as a Man-hunter, and live happily ever after.

le sigh

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 06:00:37 GMT

You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:

1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.

1. Flamethrowing guitar. Everything will be covered in awesomesauce and ash.
2. I Only Want You - Eagles of Death Metal. It puts me in the mood.
3. BRONZE-KUN WITH DUAL WIELD LIGHT SABERS. He has experience in fighting teh massive hoards. And also, he burninates bitches.

ETA2:
I have completely changed my mind. My zombie slaying theme song will now be Weeek by NewS. Makes me want to dance til I drop dead.

Prince Caspian

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 16:38:33 GMT

Prince Caspian is an entertaining movie. If you like boys, the entertainment factor rises exponentially.

My biggest problem while watching the movie is that my particular version of Alzheimer's hit me and I couldn't for the life of me remember any of their names while I was watching. So most of the characters were delegated total non-sequitur nicknames which I found easy to remember hence, I introduce to you, Bronze a.k.a. Second Runner Up a.k.a Edmund the younger brother. Last time we saw him, he was barely avoiding statutory rape in the carriage of the White Witch. Now, he seems to have matured a little, and gained the patience and foresight that was knocked out of Peter's head the last few years out of Narnia. Chain mail looks good on him, but I would have been happier if he had a shirtless scene while they were playing in the random, purposeless Narnian beach they landed in. Seriously. Disney? Y u do dis? You let Miley Cyrus and Vanessa Hudgens run around naked but you don't let Bronze-kun take his shirt off for a swim? Blatant gender discrimination! I DEMAND LESS SHIRTS AND MOAR SWIMMING.

Also, the other thing I like best about Bronzeboy is that he's so badass with his swordfighting.

Dual wield, people of the world. DUAL. WIELD. You know who else does that? JEDI MASTERS. All Bronzie lacks right now is the power to control The Force and weird crazy paternal issues and he can give Anakin a run for his money. But maybe, that's a good idea, because if Bronze is unable to use The Force, and if say I were to suddenly jump on screen while he was in that exact position, he'd be dead on his back and totally without the use of his arms. And then that chain mail would be gone faster than he can say 'Lightsaber'.

White Witch, you should take notes.

And as a sidenote: I am deeply wary of the spear pointed at Bronze-kun's crotch in that screenshot. WHY IS THAT THERE DISNEY. WHY ON GOD'S ASLAN'S NARNIA'S GREEN EARTH IS THAT THERE.

Isa says: 8/10 stars. Deductions for being too young for me to molest without being arrested. Plus points for teh dual wield and the pathetically cute angry face that goes along with it.

Silver Medal a.k.a First Runner Up a.k.a Prince Caspian. I am tired of his face on the poster so here I give you something that does not look dark, brooding and blue-green. Upon further inspection, Silver sort of reminds me of Jared Padalecki, except thinner and with a prominent Italian accent. In the movie, he is the exile prince who goes romping off to Narnia because his uncle wants the throne.

Now, there are only two scenes in which Silver really catches my attention. The less-relevant-to-my-interests scene is the one where he kisses Susan before they leave MiddleEarth Narnia. There is only one word that encompasses my whole reaction to that, and it is EWWWW. First of all, they had like, one conversation between them, and it was about Susan's horn. First of all, wtfhorn. Second of all, how does that justify the goodbye kiss in the end?!? It doesn't! Caspian could have kissed Aslan instead and it would have made just as much sense.

Second scene is when Silver actually DARES to pick a fight with Gold. He is the only one in the movie to ever directly confront Gold that he is being the proverbial thorn in the chain mail and not back down when he gets all pissy about it. The tension in that scene? DELICIOUS. I was eating it all up like NOM NOM NOM NOM MORE BUTTER PLEASE because really, the Destined Prince versus the Legendary High King conflict was too much to resist.

This leads us now to the sole reason I will watch Narnia again if Zyra asks me to on Monday.

The winner of the Narnia Olympics of Royal Hotness, is Solid Gold a.k.a. High King Peter the Magnificent. You wish I was making that title up but I. AM. NOT. Trufax people, and I applaud C.S. Lewis for getting there before I could. Anyway, Goldmine here has fallen into the adolescent pitfall of raging angst. He is pigheaded throughout most of the movie, seemingly stemming from his frustrations with Real Life back in London. He's good with a sword (though I don't think he's as good as Jedi Master Bronze-kun) but I nearly squealed out loud when he almost bashed Silver's head in with a ROCK. My darling High King! WITH A ROCK. The irony makes me swoon, and almost makes me want to crack hard-on jokes which will probably make you ashamed I am your friend.

But to continue, I like Peter best because aside from being as hot as the burning sun, he is the only one aside from Silver who's been shamed in to learning his lesson (that to be king does not mean absolute power, nor the right to be arrogant, but demands a humility to accept the help of others). I dislike Lucy for looking like a troll and always being right while Susan on the other hand, is doesn't put forward much of an opinion in any of the arguments that were witnessed in the movie. Peter put his pride on the line and was proven FLAWED in front of his people, proven just a boy, and I eat suffering like that for breakfast. Second-hand angst gives me the will to live.

Last but not the least. HOT AS THE BURNING SUN. Most of you guys are probably waffling on and on about Edward Cullen the Crystal Vampire but I will show you your folly.

BONUS POP QUIZ:

Totally babelicious High King of Judeo Christian mythic Narnia or Manorexic Vampire in a Backwater Town in America?

I rest my case.

You know what would be an awesome idea for the next movie? If they film Voyage of the Dawn Treader and then make a sidestory which follows Gold and his adventures in Jolly Old England. Susan not necessary.

And if you've actually stuck long enough to read everything I've typed here, then wow. You're bored. Congratulations. I offer you my favorite screenshot in the movie ever, plus a bonus pic of Gold and Silver promo shots.

Gold, Silver and Bronze all in one shot. MY LOINS. THEY BURN FIERCELY. Ignore the bewbs and the non-humans. They are irrelevant to my woman boner.

I think Gold's shirt says "Molest me." And I like Silver's hair here. It's like he actually brushed it.

That's it. I need some sleep. And FYI, I am downloading the movie just to get the chance to hoard every screenshot of my Olympic team saved on my hard drive. No, I am not crazy.

i need to stay awake

Thu, 29 May 2008 01:06:52 GMT

BALLS PEOPLE. BALLS.

FA 175.10     3     A     LIM, ALEX C.     SAT 0900-1200/SEC-A112A
FA 198C     3     A     FIGUEROA, MICHAEL-ALI D.     T 1630-1930/G-305
HI 165         3     C     OCAMPO, AMBETH R.     T-TH 1500-1630/CTC 105
PH 104     3     T     AZADA-PALACIOS, ROWENA ANTHEA B.     T-TH 1200-1330/B-105
TH 141     3     O     SOLER, ALEJANDRO CHRISTIAN D.     T-TH 1330-1500/BEL-209

I couldn't get Lit 193.24, and was too chicken to take a risk on the other Lit and Ideas subject because. Well. Rafael Acuna. I will take it on my extra sem though, I swear it. I will sell a kidney if I have to.

And does anybody have ANYTHING AT ALL on Soler? He's like the teacher NOBODY KNOWS.

ETA:
Goddam the tuition fee increase, but as somebody I cannot quite remember pointed out, they do it every year anyway. Still, I feel terrible for my parents. That's a lot of money going out, Jesus Christ on a pogo stick.

ETA2:
On a totally unrelated tangent, if you are my friend and you like my other friend, PLEASE. PLEASE. ~~PLEASE DON'T STOP THE MUSIC~~ DON'T MAKE ME THE BRIDGE. Do you know how awkward that is? I mean, I'm all for your romance in the subjunctive but I don't want to be in a position where the fall out could possibly come crashing down beside me. I know you think you're mature enough, and hey I'm going to take your word for it, but I'm not and I'll probably take the blame somehow and warp it to mirror my own inner turmoil and angst.

That didn't make any sense.

Moving merrily on~

ETA3:
Status messages of the people reg-ing since 9 am:

Nikki Lichengyao - aisis burn in hell
Danica Tan - reg = death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kimbel Sy - I HATE ATENEO OL REG
Kei Evangelista - Chaos.
Jay Cadayona - tanginang aisis
El Gosiengfiao - I GIVE UP.
Gino Caparas - LOL
Bernard Rongcal - BOBONG TUTANG BADING hahaha
Crissey Sy - Dear God please let ma have the slot I want :<*prays for slot*
Sir Ali Figueroa - What would Darkseid do?

And these are the people on my y!m f-list. Yes Solo. The people I fucked list.

ETA4:
My bangs have gotten more attention than anything I have consciously done in the last 4 years. I think the y!m pic is deluding people. I am still fat. The bangs did nothing to change that. When you see me I will still look like the homey you keep in your basement. Which brings me to

ETA5:

Itachi Uchiha's hair. It's a little short there in the pic but seriously. I want to fuck that hair. And I don't even have a dick. The way Lily draws it throws me into paroxysms of lust. I did not know I had a long hair fetish until Lily drew Itachi, and then it was all downhill from there. This, interestingly enough, leads us to a point I would like your opinion on.

ETA6:

Does it bother you if I talk about my woman-boner on LJ? I mean, there are a few people I don't think will totally disown me if I spill my guts out about how much I want to bang someone I see (HALLO THAR CLANG), but is this too graphic for you? Of course I'll put it under a cut, and maybe even have obligatory warnings posted so you can scurry far, far away, but what do you guys feel about people posting, as LJ ambiguously puts it, 'Adult Concepts' (which makes me want to screech incredulously "WTF Adult Concept? EVERYTHING is an Adult Concept!")? Would you read it? Would it change your mind about the person who posted? Would it matter if that person was a friend? Would you read it because the person who wrote it is a friend or would you NOT read it precisely because the person who wrote it is someone you know?

Dear God. This post must end. I am losing my mind. Can I still blame AISIS for that?

ETA7:
This is the last one. Really. I just wanted to know if anybody else was filled with the same unnatural terror I felt when I opened my LJ and saw Kim Chu and Gerald Anderson's face waving cellphones at me. SMART ads? In my woman boner blog? FEAR IT.

hindsight is ever perfect

Fri, 23 May 2008 07:32:01 GMT

I said stupid things yesterday at the AEGIS meeting. Nothing work-related, so if you're reading this Charz, you can not worry about that. I think.

But anyway, I want to bang my head against the wall for NOT HAVING THE TACT TO STAY AWAY FROM SUBJECTS WHICH ARE VOLATILE.

Aislinn, why didn't you hit smack me on the head for being a socially inept fool?

on to the other things that aren't made for making me a happy person

Mon, 19 May 2008 08:04:06 GMT

Pissy post. There maybe some whining you'd rather not hear about.

Basically, at the dinner table, my mom called me fat in front of all my siblings and all the household help. Don't get me wrong; I KNOW I'm fat. It's hard to miss my stomach in the mirror, no matter how hard I try. I can only suck it in so much before I turn blue, people. And if there are two words in the dictionary I would buy and stamp on my forehead, it would be 'rack reduction'.

Now, I've been exercising the past few days in the hopes of at least getting a little thinner (God, I'm not asking for a miracle here. Just a little help). I've been working the cross-trainers, and though it's not exactly and abs-sculpting workout, I feel better afterwards. My mom knows this. She also knows that I want to go to the gym, and that she's the reason I can't go (she gives me this excuse that she wants to try out another gym, but the progress of that particular venture is currently 0% as far as I can tell).

And it's not like I'm bugging her about it. I know she's busy with her life. FINE. I know she has other more pressing matters to attend to. FINE, I GET THAT TOO. But it just seriously pulls my goat because I don't bring up her increasing waistline in front of other people (except now, because I am majorly pissed off) but she thinks it's okay for her to casually bring up mine?

FUCKING A, MOTHER. YOU CAN JUST BITE MY BALLS. BITE MY. FUCKING. BALLS.

What do you want to accomplish by doing this shit? Do you honestly want me to FEEL BAD? Because I do EVERYDAY, with or without your help. Do you want me to feel so terrible about my body that I suddenly decide to become a gym buff and find the drive to exercise which I've never found in my life? Wait wait wait. Let me rephrase that. Do you want to HUMILIATE ME into exercising now?

YOU ARE SUCH A CRAZY -- AUGH.

I can put up wit the subtle reminders about how when you were young, your waistline was a goddam 25. Fine, whatever. I can roll with that. But if you think I'm going to compete with a long gone and buried version of yourself that has not existed for more than two decades now, then you are so wrong. You can keep those and all your good intentions about my waistline and shove it up the ass of someone who gives a shit.

And for the record, I don't want to talk to you right now. Just stay away from me. I am mature enough not to call you names, but that's all I'm capable of now.

God I need more Spinzaku.

98% of you will not understand this

Mon, 19 May 2008 06:50:13 GMT

Taken from the lovely people at 4chan

I'd marry these people. Seriously. I'd marry them faster than you can say OH GEASS NO!

No parachutes or safety nets here

Sun, 18 May 2008 13:02:13 GMT

I have named my laptop Lelouch MacSexy a.k.a. Lulu or also MacSexy. Named in dubious honor of my favorite little h0r of the moment, Lelouch Lamperouge, whom I like to verbally abuse and slap around any chance I get at the comms. No backhanded compliments here; just backhands which I deliver with all the love and affection I have in my heart. Me? Twisted? NAAAAAAAAAAAAAW. Where did you get that idea?

In relation to this little bit of news, getting a laptop has turned me into a dirty, dirty pervert. *facepalms* Seriously. I keep shocking myself everyday. If the Internet were wearing underwear, I'd already be in it with a -- wait, I don't think anyone wants to hear about my adventures with the Internet's underwear.

*bursts out laughing*

But seriously, thisisalatafan. If these past few days I've been in the Internet's underwear, what does that make my laptop? My cyber dick? My figurative strap-on? My tenta-- *this is 4chan talking I swear to God this is 4chan possessing my brain*

Are you backing away from me yet?

LAWLZ.

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Tomorrow is Monday, my favorite day of the week this summer, simply because of CODE GEASS R2 SUBS. Was it necessary that I jam my caps lock button? No, but my excitement cannot be contained by the commoner's lower case alphabet. FLAMBOYANT CAPS LOCK REQUIRED Y/Y?

Shit, I need to stop slipping into nerd speak while LJ-ing. Next thing you know I'm gonna start spamming you all with lolcats and making vague references to symmetrical docking and DFCs. Wait. I'm already doing it. Goddamit my life is over.

looks like the end of history as we know

Fri, 16 May 2008 01:39:27 GMT

The last few entries were a little too heavy for my liking. Later, I will attempt to keep my mind off of my impending fall into social demise. At least I haven't been dumped (sorry ******, you are the victim of my bitterness right now).

And on to news that still makes me completely obnoxious for no real reason other than HA! I'M SO RANDOM:

051775 LACUNA, ISABELA LAURA 45 4 BFA ID SOH

Yes boiz and chix0rz. ADMU loves me. We all know it secretly wants to date me.

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Oh and apparently California is allowing gay marriages now.

Personally, I don't see what James Dobson finds so, and I quote, "outrageous" about this. But hey, that's just my two cents on the topic. And November isn't that far away, so we'll see if this is here to stay.

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ETA:
What does it say about me that I got the best piece of advice I've ever heard this week from a Ne-yo song?

Please dont worry bout me I'm fine
Trust me when I say
That i'll be ok
I'm too fly to be depressed

Out of context but hey, I live to break context.

ETA2:
I will be a complete BNF and buy The Invention of Love just because truepenny did.