el terible perdido

¡morales perdidas al pacquiao! ¡esto es realmente grande! ¡alrededor de 10 era magnífico, pacman podía golpear morales hacia fuera! ¡amo este día! no puedo explicar esta sensación abrumadora que me sentía cuando oí (mientras que lava los platos) a través de la radio que pacman ganado fui apresuradamente arriba a mirar el simulcast pero el infierno nosotros es así que retrasa, ellos era justo alrededor comenzar alrededor de uno que miden el tiempo. ¡pozo del oh! ¡van Filipinas!!!

antes de que me olvide...
¡feliz cumpleaños tardío a DADINE!

before you criticize someone else, walk a mile in their shoes first. that way, you are a mile away from them, and you have thier shoes.

such a lousy critic. i think i have to take back some of the things i said about the sisterhood of the travelling pants. somehow it amuses me that even though it's basically lacking the plot, most of the character encounters are not boring. if i were to rank the excitement of the friends' summer experiences according to my preference, it would be:

*uhh, major spoilers.
1. carmen - the big butted phat-y. i can almost feel the pain of spending summer with your dad and your step-family.
2. tibby - working at wallmans (somewhat wallmart) and wearing their oversized smocks won't be despisable enough if you get to be friends with a very rational 12-yr-old leukemia inflicted kid, who is just as sharp as you are.
3. bridget - entering a sports camp. lusting over your coach who is 3yrs older than you are. taking risks. it's all worth the excitement.
4. lena - the book has told me of her incomparable beauty but her story is just really boring. alright, she goes to greece. had a major mishap with this kostos guy (with a tragic background) and gets over it. boring.

if you happen to think like me you would notice that the magic pants is actually useless. it's something you'll soon forget as you delve deeper into the pages of the book. the story could go on without the pants being sent by airmail and they could go on without all those junk rules they made about it. without the pants the title could be as simple as, "A Summer Apart" (or something better) and i'm sure it will still be a NYT bestseller.

only, there'd be no plot at all if you exclude the pants.

one of the things i like about it are the quotes per chapter. some are really funny.

i'm in love!

not with a HE!
i'm inlove with the Finding Neverland soundtrack. mehn, the composer is a genius!
i also like the jack sparrow theme... very adventurous.

i have some comments with The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (book)

-some say it's a good read, well to me it's just OKAY. nothing great... i'm halfway already and i see no emphasis of the plot. i might not continue reading it afterall. i'm not understating it since it is a NYT bestseller, i just have a different taste for teen novels. i usually like it on the first person point of view since teen novels have a LOT of rants and raves (like this blog, i mean who would do a 3rd person pov of her blog?).

it's really funny how i love meg cabot and paulo coelho at the same time.

wee. i borrowed the valkyries by paulo coelho.

what a bum. we have pinoi test tomorrow. i haven't started reading yet!
we had our batch picture taking awhile ago. it's very suffocating! it's like there's no more oxygen left for us... and still we managed to smile like we have an air tank supply behind.

i need rest

this week is really exhausting. the practices, the backdrop plus the media project... and we have saturday classes. how could it get any better than that?

i'm just glad we're done shooting for the heroism commercial. we did it awhile ago in nica's house where some of my groupmates and other people brought kids and party needs.

heh. i want to sleep. i'm not at home, i'm in fcm, wasting my 15 bucks. after the project we (exclusing my sis) went to SMF to buy my sister's gift. she wants a pink knapsack. and she wrote it down in detail:

dos: illustrazio, hawk gear, adidas, nike, accel...
don'ts: cose, heartstrings...

ok. that's really demanding but whatever, it's her birthday anyway.
can't wait to go to college.

i'll share a sad story to you. mannie sent it to me through text last night and i couldn't stop crying.

there was a boy who was given a puppy as a birthday gift. time passed by and he now has a wife and a baby. the dog is still faithfully with him. one day when he left for work, his wife asked him why he left their baby alone. the husband said he left it under the dog's care. the wife was furious. she hurriedly went back to their house to check. on the doorway she saw the dog, mouth filled with blood. she freaked out and eventually killed the dog out of anger. when she came to check her baby, she saw it sleeping peacefully in the crib, a dead snake lying beside it.

ok, now... awwwww.
=( T_T

the flying spaghetti monster

if you have doubts with your belief, enlighten yourself with pasta and meatballs and get to know the flying spaghetti monster!

we had our cl day awhile ago. we did a praise and worship session which was really fun, except that i can't jump because my knee is still acting like a real bitch, no it's a beeyotch. no again, i insist on calling it a bumble bitch because it's hurting like a bee sting. not really, whatever i'll just call anyone i hate a bumble bitch.

after recess we had this facilitating thing where we're grouped with the other levels. what i found amusing was three of us in our group are non-catholics. hehe.

then came the event that i've been trying to think over and over if i can do it or not. i'm really more of a keyboardist, an inferior keyboardist, but not a guitarist, and most especially not an electric guitarist. it was my first time to actually play on an electric guitar. at first it seemed wrong, coz i'm not yet used to it but then i have to get used to it because, i don't know. hehe.

during our last run in the podium, i felt good (but still shy). i was thinking a lot of what the hypercritics. i am not good, seriously. i just know how to play, but i'm not good.

oo na.

there is someone in our batch whom i despise a lot. i'd like to call her the batch bitch.

she scowls at a good performance, destructively criticizes everything that she won't gain from and is a certified attention-seeker.

karma will surely get back on me for this.