Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Dante's Inferno quiz

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

And for everyone's information, I'm on the 7th level. HA.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Right. You are Dante's descendant.

I want to smoke.


No, really.


No joking here.

I don't know if it's because of these people around me who uhhh..smokes, or I 'm just bedazzled by these series of dreams.

Monday dream
-I dreamt that I was smoking with the most unimaginale person ever, R. Oh God. You so suck. The scenario was all about R offering me this puff-ready smoke. And, when I inevitably blew it, this green smoke came out of the cancer stick. I woke up laughing after that.

Wednesday dream
-I dreamt that Marian went inside my room and we talked about stuff about the wierdest topic ever, coffee. And then she went out to buy snacks for us to enjoy. And when she came back, she gave me a box of Marlboro, and said, "Sorry, baliktad ung nabili ko. Ayaan mo. masarap din yan". Again, I woke up teary-eyed because of happiness.

Thursday dream
-I dreamt that my dad and I went to this mall in Poland where all people smokes. I swear. It looks as if in order to let out the carbon dioxide in their bodies, those Polish people had to breathe through the stick. God, this sucks.


And, on my way to school, I was listening to Chico and Delle's news at 17 in the Morning Rush. And guess what the news was all about. YES. Celebrities launched this certain quit-smoking program for other celebrities. And, the climax of the news that definitely bounced me off my ass is when Amanda Griffin stated that it's very hard to quit, when you start picking the stick. God, I swear I think it was meant for me.

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I am very pissed off today. I have this classmate who is ALWAYS mad at me for very unknown reasons. Honestly, I don't even know her stupid reasons why she keeps bitching me off.

I can be a bitch and a friendly and nice person. I try to be more of a friendly and nice type to my classmates as much as I can because I don't want to cause myself and that person a minor stir.

And yes, my mom was right after all. People just don't appreciate any good and up to what extent it is that you're doing. When you say hi, she'll just roll her eyes at you. When you say sorry, she'll snap the bitch out of you. When you are trying to be nice, and asking why she keeps getting mad at you for no apparent and VERY CONCRETE reasons, she'll kill your inner conscience for being nice at her.

And the wierdest stuff about it is that she only acts this bad when we're out of the classroom. I mean, when you are LITERALLY talking with her inside the classroom, she acts really normally, as if she's sorta my friend or anything.

Well classmate, I'm sorry that I'm acting like myself. I'll try to be more of a fake sometimes.

Like I can.

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I watched Napoleon Dynamite earlier. Now I know why it wasn't shown in the Philiipines on time; It was über-cool.


I seriously want the 'Vote For Pedro' shirt Napoleon was wearing in support for his friend, Pedro Sanchez, a new mexican student who wanted to be Class President.

Honestly, I thought Pedro Sanchez was a Filipino in the movie. Yes, if it wasn't for the Mexican flag in his bike, I would've been proud that Pedro Sanchez resembles a modern-day Mr. Suave with his wig.

Just look at the VERY hilarious dance scene in the movie:




I swear I want to dance the exact dance in the much-awaited prom.

yeah right.

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Currently crushing on: John Heder
Currenly listening to: my conscience.
Currently reading: my Geometry book. I'm halfway through.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Swear, and you'll be deceived,

I hated this week. REALLY. People started getting bitchy and the results of my chem and geometry exam starts making my pubes pop out of my hair. Ha. But still. Who couldn't resist a 52/60 in Trigonometry? Let's just all grin.

I just didn't understand why I failed my Geometry exam. I couldn't find a loophole through which I may find the real reason why I did sooo badly in the stupid test. And then, God finally gave me an answer.


.....Before the Geometry exam started, I was nervous as hell. Not that I didn't sudy or anything, but for the fact that the exam might be too cruel for me. I like Geometry, of all my subjects. This is the only subject wherein I really participate with all my might and heart(like I really have one to tell). Honestly, I became too confident that I can Ace that stupid exam too pieces. I have a reason, you see. I study VERY HARD in this subject. VERY VERY VERY hard, that it's the only subject I study day and night, even if we really don't have an assignment or anything.

I startled when I saw the exam paper. I expected 8-10 pages full of numbers. Turns out, that the GEOM teachers decided to cut the meaty part out of the test and made us calm down with only 2 pages. Yes. I definetly screwed myself up.

I can tell that Ms. Malvas was kinda disappointed with the result of my exam. When she handed me my exam paper, she inevitably shook her head and pursed her lips. So, what a bummer. I offered my whole quarter for Geometry and all I got was this test paper with a failing mark on it. Just swallow me up, Lord. Just swallow me up.

I told my dad the whole story. I thought he'll kill me, and he'll eventually cancel his plans of giving me the Powerbook of my dreams, but then all things came to a halt and he still gave me the $300 I was begging for a new phone since forever. Talk about opposites, they rock.

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I was on my way to my room, which is in the 3rd floor of the Annex building and in the demo room, when I saw this batchmate. I can tell she was a member of the Big Brain's clan, my term for those DD people. This DD wasn't al that cool. I mean, other DD people are really cool, but this one, nah. I've already seen her before, even when I was still a Freshmen. She looks very smart, and nerdy, the look I'm aiming for the whole time.

And after a pre-cumbered day, I was now on my way down to my jungle bus. And guess who I saw again in fromt of me with that green/brown bag with red linings? Yes, there she goes again. Now, it looks as if she's limp or something, like somebody got mad and decided to kick her. But still.

I think God is giving me a sign. Like I should study harder so I wouldn't get kicked. NAAAHAHA.

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And now, let me transform into my usual self in my classroom, an angered bitch.

There are over billion boys living in this world. One of them maybe yours, one of them maybe mine, or one of them maybe your mother's.

Oh no. I can't do this. People will kill me for this...so how about next time?

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I was very overwhelmed after seeing the results of my Filipino and English exams. My jaw actually dropped, because I really got high scores. My dad wasn't really that impressed when I told him I got this high mark in Filipino. He said that Filipino should just be an elective and mandatory subject, because it ain't that important at all. I SO AGREE. I just don't get the point why we have to study Filipino. I just don't.

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I sucked at my share-a-book blah-blah. See, I was supposed to share Digital Fortress to class last Monday, but due to time exclusions, I didn't finish it on time. I'm almost through with it, when Sir Al called my name. And I really have no choice but to report on the very cheesy The Nanny Diaries. That so sucked.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

How unfortunate.

Exams are over and...I'm STILL beat. This geometry exam thing is still pounding hard on my head. Ay nako. Pwede sana ma-perfect, kaso hindi eh. Hindi na-perfect. So, up to this very day, I'm still counting on either my computer or trigonometry exma to see if the score wil sky-rocket to my father's brain way over there in Poland to buy me a new and spanking phone, namely, N91. Oh Goodness. Talk about real beauty

Hmm...I went yesterday to Rica's for the 2nd time this month to watch the infamous 'And Your Mother Too'. I enjoyed it..hahah....not that I touched something or anything WET for that matter. But whatever. The stinker part in the friday fun scene was that my sister, who also went out with her friends in Shang, was able to watch the unperturbed CLICK. I know, right? Cruel world, I'm tellin ALL of you.

One thing that made me think twice about being angry with my mom is the answer to the question I asked her last night...which is..

Mama: Oyen alam mo ba, kamukha mo lolo mo.
Me: Yuck. Insulto kaya yun.
Mama: Anu ba, yung isa mong lolo. Ung American
Me: Oh? ayos.
Mama: Napaginipan ko siya kagabi eh.
Me: Ma, considered ka bang Amerasian? Parang si Jenny Suico, yung sa PBB?
Mama: Oo. halata ba?

So that's why her surname's not really American-ish! I thought she was really faking the idea that her dad's from Estados Unidos. Big Time, mehn!

And just moments ago (or actually hours), I went to my class's practice for the songfest over there at Raia's house in Parkwood. It was great. Yes, I even thought that we won't be able to finish up anything. But, with the power of the foods and the ever fun-filled laughtrips with Paolo, we were able to polish the song and add some choreos with it. Fun Fun Fun.

Now please let me be emotional for a second.

People change. For a moment, he starts to like you, and for another moment, he starts to hate you. But I don't know if there is a specific scientific explanation for this phenomena, but still. Wierdness is not considered a reason why these people change. It's either they found out you're the one behind the Heathrow Airport bombing thing, or you are just tad ugly that they hate you to pieces. So to conclude everything up, PEOPLE DO SUCK after all. You just need to look within them to find their state of suckiness.

God, you people suck. Especially you, Ms. Mango. You suck to pieces.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

new layout, old brains

Ok, I know this layout sucks like ass, but forgive me. Stewie Griffin is now the my new fantasy. Now let us all dump those swimming coaches and Beavis and Buttheads.

How crucial. the first quarter examination would start tomorrow, but look what I'm doing. I. Am. Such. A. Doofus. But anyways, the exams for tomorrow is just computer...t.he...and..oh shit, Chem. Good luck to moi.

How lucky in love could you get? I saw my 'silay' last Saturday, which has been a very very very OMG experience. Because people like him/her(just to be sure) don't get to be visible in your eye on weekends. But still. And, a new thing sprung to life. Ha. I'll elaborate it if it develops furthermore.

Let me have a deal with all of you guys(NOT INCLUDING THOSE WHO ARE OUTSIDE OF THE PHIL.), if i'd be able to ace that geometry exam, I'll treat you guys something very......math-ish.


OKaaaaaaaaaay. I gots to study first. tsaww.