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:

Level	Score
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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And all of it wasn't really fun.

God. Beavis and Butthead like sucked 2 days ago. So I'm probably gonna change the layout this afternoon along with the making of my layout for my photo essay in Englis. Oh, yeaah. It's gonna be a suuuper looooooooooong afternoon. But whatever.

I just went to a field trip.

No...wrong wrong...I went to a field trip.

Yeah. That's right. I went to a field trip that sucked like me.

Yes. Yesterday.

Ok, enough of that. I went to a field trip yesterday along with my classmates and those other people in the other rooms. And I'm gonna tell you what really happened CHRONOLOGICALLY.

1. I woke up very late and the first thing I did was to get my Nano in the car to feed it with electric current so that I may have to use it. How stupid. So after all the jimbos and blah-blahs, I waited downstairs for my sister and my mom. Turns out that they are STILL sleeping. Yes, such a cruel world.
2.After the sleepy-heads had woken their butts off and did their thing, we all got in the car to pick Monica in her house. No NO. I don't want to talk about this part, mainly because it's all full of crap.
3. We are so dead. We were the late ones to arrive and I really thought that the bus would leave us. Yeah, right.
4. Ok. I'm gonna summarize EVERYTHING from this part. We went to caves and caves with pools of fresh water in it. That's it. Not really fun.

Ok. I'm gonna go post another one soon. My stiff neck's killing me.

Being Serious is Just Not Me. Well..except for my studies, that is.

After being to my last reatreat in The Prayer House, I'm still not a new and improved person just like those milk cartons that are sterilized. Instead, I'm just one of those expired goodies with tampered best before seals. Talk about foods.

The sole reason is I didin't take it really seriously. I mean, I didn't really cried in parts where you have to cry, or reflect in parts when you have to reflect. Instead, the previous retreat made me more hypocritic. Is there really a God? If there really is, why is there such thing as hell? So many questions to ask, so few people to answer those.

But I guess the retreat was fun. And no, it wasn't the food that made me jump for joy, but instead it was the activities. Surprisingly, it made me bond with my new classmates. Sure I bonded, but I still didin't learned anything from it all.

One thing that made me happy about the palancas is that people now recognize your being brainy. I mean last year, I only got those palancas saying that you're "fun to be with" or "responsible". Not a single one saying I'm smart. The verdict? Simply because I'm a whole new person this year. I've been devoted to my studies since the start of school. I study in advance, read in advance, understand in advance, and plan in advance. Everything is in advance. I guess that's the secret to fulfill your future, which is to see through it.

One sign that you're making good stuffs in school is when your teacher starts NOT forgetting your name, or when she stops calling you because it's your name her eyes got caught on ON the seat plan, or you just seemed to be the quiet person. In my first to second week of school, that's the first thing I feared; To be called to answer a question you don't have a clue about. I don't want my classmates and myself to know that I can't do a simple thing such as answering a simple question. W-w-wait...why am I even talking about this? okay. stop.

And now, there are still 2 weeks left before the 1st quarter exams. And as of my lates computations, I still need to have almost 10 % to pass my quizzes in Chem. And to my surprise, I keep getting perfect scores in Filipino, the subject I hate the most. Wow, Oyen. Magic!

Okaaay..gots to do projects and school things. See ya guys around.

Sick and Obssessed(whatever the spelling is.).

How unlucky could you get? Really unlucky, I guess. I was more than overwhelmed when I learned that I'm sick. Sickity sick sick.

How worse?
-40 degrees.
The Reason?
-My mom made us WALK form Megamall to Podium on a VERY RAINY Wednesday.
The Conclusion?
-Never use the small umbrella again. Everr.
The Consequences?
-I have the option to either not go to school or go to school. If I go to school tomorrow, I'll have to suffer the powerful stench of Monday as a no-geom but no-chem but with T.H.E day. But then again, I HAVE to go to school tomorrow because the batch eliminations of that stupid English jingle is on Tuesday already, and I'm one of the 20 performers. Oh well, I'll just wish that the GOVERNMENT would just cancel classes tomorrow because it's SONA time once again, people.

Oh God. I really need 43793749 million boxes of painkillers. My whole body aches like hell. Well,....uh..except for the hands, that is.

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I'm morphing into another random girl across the street who has a crush on a another unreal married man. Oh yes. Like I care FIFA closed itself a week ago with Italia as the champion and as Zidane as the angry mountain goat. KAKA will always be my Brazilian hottie.


Okaay...so Beckham is the REAL hottie around football..but is he really that good? David Beckham is the football version of the renowned tennis player, Anna Kournikova. They look good, but do they play good? Nah, they don't.

So..what about Kaka?Funny the call him that, but that nickname of his was originally made by his little brother. As all of you may probably know, Kaka's real name is Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite. Yes. I know. We all know. It's really long. That's the same thought his little brother had. So instead of calling his brother Ricardo, the little brother started calling him Kaka. Oh. How cute.

Kaka is the midfielder of the Brazilian team. If you watched the previous World Cup, Juan and Kaka looked extremely alike, but Juan looks really old.
If Ronaldinhio looks good as Kaka, I would've fallen for that horse too. But sadly, Ronaldinhio is just the celia inside Kaka's nose.



KAKA is LOVE. everyone. KAKA is LUBBB.

Overreacting is not really good. I can tell.

I can now conclude that I am doing good in...school. Yeah, that's right. I'm finally doing something I can be proud of...STUDYING. haha. eeew, I know.

It seems that I'm enjoying every minute of all the subjects EXCEPT:
-Filipino
-need I say more? I've been hating Filipino for all my life. So can you please give me a reason of why should I love it now?
-PE
-I will hate all the sport we will be doing this year except swimming. Um., duh?
-CL
-I'm so sorry, but I'm not really that religious. I mean, like Filipino, I've hated this subject every single day. I know that I'm studying in a prestigious Catholic school...and I'm Catholic..and stuff like that..but I really hate discussing and hearing the topics all over and over again. It's very tiring.

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I hate my GIFT. I wanna go to the swimming GIFT mainly because..
-I lack the stupid requirements such as..Adobe Photoshop/Paint Shop Pro/Corel. Damn. It's too expensive.
-The facilitator said that we should use Mac in terms of platforms. Oh goodness.
-The people in my GIFT are extremely gifted in Digital Imaging. I am neither their descendant nor someone who is like them. So therefore, I don't deserve to be somewhere where thy're in or near in. Oh God.

But finally..OH YEAH GOD finally, I can use my trans-boys powers to move to another GIFT.

Okay. gotta go. gotta do some Chem, Geom and His homeworks.

can I go to California with Kyla?

I hate it.

I hate hate hate it.

The idea of another friend leaving me is really making me die. God, why are you doing this to me? It seems that You're making me realize that I don't need friends, or people don't need a scumbag in their lives. How pathetic.

Kyla Bianca Patron will be leaving the Philippines for good in...6 hours. I've got 6 hours to kill, so why am I not using it? Oh. Because I'm fed up. I'm fed up with all these people leaving me here in stinkin' Philippines.

I don't get it why I'm bawling and wailing right now. It is either I'll surely miss Kyla because a good friend like her is a rare find,,,or I'm reminded of what R exactly did. You people just don't like me.

But I'm so not in the mood to talk about it right now. Maybe some other day.

Bye Kyla. I'll reaaaaaaaaaaally miss you.

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I've made it this far. and nobody cares.

tch. Who would've thought I'll made it this far in school with teachers who are so irritating? Yes, bungholes. Hurray!

It seems that I'm wanting things that doesn't really make any sense. Like for instance, I really really want a Faber-Castell 48 coloring pencils to death. And a pair of glasses for my nearsighted eyes so I wouldn't have to copy my notes from someone else's. And a new lock for my locker that has this vault-style extravaganza. And a new Nike bag. And a new Nike wallet, even though I don't do wallets. And a new iPod, because my Nano is so last year. And a new Macbook Pro, because it's so gorgeous. And a wireless LAN adapter to go with it. and a wireless router for my room only. And lotsa-lotsa more.

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Ever since this year started, I'm feeling old. Like we have an authority to do things or something. It's really unexplainable, but now I have to be ready for some new changes. It's very much like..'Hey, I've finished my sophomore year notso smoothly, so why worry?'. But, it seems so unbelievable that we will soon be leaving St. Paul. Noo. I so don't want to leave high school.

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I am such a gut. It seems that when I'm bored, the first thing that comes in my mind to do is to STUDY. yes. you got it right. STUDYYYYY. I love studying.

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Oh no. Next week's the GIFT thingy. No more early dismissals! dammit! I've made a really wrong decision in choosing Digital Imaging as my first choice. Isn't it obvious? the picture above is just the most screwed-up thing I've ever made besides to the ripe nuggets I've cooked earlier. I should've picked swimming instead. 'Sana may screening! Para sa 2nd choice ko sana ako pasok!' whatever.

violent reactions? nah. just plain old tantrums.

School started out just fine and guh-reat. I wasn't as nervous as last year's, but I wasn't as confident as any popular kid would be. I knew that people would all be screaming questions at me of why and what I screwed up my hair. And it all began with my voice perplexing loud to Marty's face:"Di ako nagpa-thperm!" Oh moma.

We were all ordered to get out and move towards the Gym, through which we'll be greeted and welcomed ala Harry Potter style...with the 4 year levels representing the 4 houses, the Gym as the magical Great Hall and Sis. Agana as Albus Dumbledore. Forgive me. I've been watching too much Harry Potter movies these days. But it will be sooo cute when that really happens.

I liked everything except for these things.
-Our temporary/permanent classroom is half of demo room god-knows-what number. The stupid features? We get the sink, the gas range, no lockers, uneven seating arrangements, the noise of the other half of the demo room and the room itself is just too damn cold.
-Boring but really hard subjects.
-Boring teachers.

Same-same. At least we're not in e-class and our adviser's normal for that matter.

ookay. I've done a lot of homeworks already..studied...stuff stuffs...so now...quiz time!

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours! English 100% Linguistics 92% Journalism 92% Philosophy 83% Sociology 83% Theater 83% Psychology 75% Engineering 75% Art 58% Anthropology 58% Biology 50% Mathematics 50% Dance 42% Chemistry 33% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com

English? Since when did ENGLISH became my expertise? Oh yeah, like, right now? Eew no. As in, noo 'effing way. (haha. reminds me of my musical classmate.)

Now here we see a very unexpected result of a very blah-blah quiz. I so can't believe this. I'm still waiting for that moment in my life when my dad will officially be proud of me because I can program Java faster than him, and this all falls down.

You scored as Mathlete. You are a mathlete. You wear your calculator with pride. Hardcore. Mathlete 100% Gamer 75% Computer Geek 70% Nerd 65% Sci-fi nerd 15% What type of nerd are you? created with QuizFarm.com

I'm such a goofball. Everyone in my vicinity calls me a stupid ass in math and I got this? Way to go, fool.

And this...this...all I wanna say is...THANKS DAD!

You scored as Computer Geek. You have worked on a computer or two. You know your way around the inner workings of a computer. Computer Geek 90% Stick to your day job 5% Computers Nerd Test? created with QuizFarm.com

okie. you people can now conclude that I spend too much time in quiz farm. stop. stop.

And then I decided to change my layout.

Enjoying the new Beavis and Butthead layout, bloggy? Good, because I went through a lot of trouble to make it.

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It's kinda official. I'm in room 6 AGAIN. After the delirious year of being a 2-6, here welcomes me a 3-6. I hate hate it. Just the 6(sexiness? ha. whatever.)-iness, not my classmates. Well..uhmm..okay. So some of them.

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To really ode it to you, bloggy, I'm not feeling the back to school essence. I know there is this essence wherein some students get really excited, and start buying school stuffs and there are those who grumbles and calls for another week of 'summer' vacation. Like hell I care if you guys start buying your bags out. My mom like bought me a school bag in the last week of March. Just tad too early. This brought me to great misery. 'Now what am I gonna do now?'

It's the numbest feeling you could get, not feeling that next week is the week you'll be starting to waste another year again, that is. It really hits me that even if I and some people try to study and try to make up for our parent's money spent on the humongous tuition, we just can't do it. I don't give good advices, so I'll just leave it here with two head-panging and stupidity-activating words:DAMN IT.

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I'm starting to realize that I'm such a pig turd(oh wow. it's about time.). I mean, what can I do?
I can't:

-cook (I hate fires.)
-iron out clothes and hair for that matter(I so hate fires.)
-kill cockroaches
-be flexible (like my XXXXXL thighs aren't BIG enough)
and much much more.:(( I'm gonna die, I'm tellin ya. So soon, that I'm gonna go order my coffin tomorrow. I'll prefer a black for a color.

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Hmm. I went to Shang last Friday with Kyla and Monica. Took pictures with Volvo robots..watched the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious The Omen and went to the washroom after that. And stop. What went next? I'm really gonna tell ya. (oh yes siree, Monica. I'm really gonna go type this 'incident' here).

Monica and Kyla went in line for a certain cubicle in the washroom, Me, a very anemic person who's not really in the mood for pee at that time, stood at a corner very near the line[but I'm not really in the line. so just near it.]. I'm just staring at a corner when someone went asking if I'm in the line. I quickly replied my "NO", waited for 5 seconds, and decided to went out of the washroom. I went directly to Powerbooks to check if they have new books like the Charmed Thirds and stuffs like that. It took me 5 minutes to realize that that someone who asked me if I'm line is a celebrity. She's Maxine Magalona. har-dee-har-har.


I suddenly got the thought that I should've said my "NO" in my most celebrity-ish way. Like with certain hand gestures and voice tones. In that way, she would be interested in a non-existent conversation with me. Haha. akala. "NO" lang naman yung sinabi ko eh. parang may nabawas sa laway ko nun.

ookay. gotta go. gotta go cover some books.

Nifty.

Guess where I went in the past 4 days. Come on, guess. It's easy. It starts with a B, it's the summer capital of the Philippines and two words, Barrel Man.

Get it? Yes. It's Baguio. How extravagant. For that correct guess, you'll get a penis keyring. You can claim your prize in here. Riight.

Ok. So I went to Baguio last Wednesday with my aunt and some bunch of other doctors from The Medical City. Oh yes, TOTAL big time.

Oh, and what was I, a nobody, got inside a trip for doctors? FORRRR doctors? I dunno. I guess it's allowed for them to bring in their maids, so the niftiest aunt in the world thought of inviting me. She doesn't have her own maid, so she might as well bring her maid-looking niece. How tragic.

So, to summarize things up, I've enjoyed it. Not totally, because most of the time, I'd rather spent my precious time in the Hotel Elizabeth rather than going with some bunch of doctors going either to a convention or some wag-wagan(ukay-ukay/shops selling used clothes) in front of Burnham Park. And you know what made this trip awesome? Oh yes. The Biggie treatment. We were treated as if we're kings and queens of some big island in the Meditarreanean. And everything else were free. All of it, minus the money spent on souvenirs, ukays, and extra food, in case we're in the mood to really pig ourselves out.

And another thing, I suffered a minor injury that goes by the name BUTTACHE/ASSACHE. I mean, it would be redundant if you're not experiencing it if you're traveling by land or air(I get really bad assaches on planes.)cause duh, where the hell would your butt be? on the driver's face, perhaps?

And for the record, I recieved over 70 text messages from 20 different people while I'm in B. How cutesy. But when I'm in Manila, I'd be lucky if I recieve one text message in a week. People hate me because I suck, but they'll love me if I'm in somewhere really far from them. As if I have this contagious disease. Mrf.

And if there is any doctor who is currently reading this filth right now, you guys can't really persuade me into being a doctor/nurse/red cross volunteer, or any humanitarian work. I hate saving people's lives. I just do. What's the stupid point in saving them anyway? Why just can't they fic and save themselves? In that way, all of us will be happy. Screw you, Marvel Comics people.

Addicted.........again.

I so can't believe this.

I did it once, and surprisingly, I'm gonna do it again.

I'm gonna enter the ice cream truck(again!) once and for all. The thing is, it's his fault that he looks really goddamn hot last Friday. The competition day. I'm not gonna give you guys a flashback of what's happened, it's too ugly. But all I can say is, 'I got the silver and I just awed at the gold', wherein gold=The Holy Grail.

Well, true to such facts, that may be my last glimpse of what's like to be a swimmer. A true swimmer, that is. I'll never gonna be the Akiko Thompson I'm thriving to be. So, to cover everything I screwed up, I'm gonna go and pretend that none of this swimming whatsoevers happened. I'm gonna pretend that I had the most boring summer ever, and the most controversial of all, I'm gonna pretend that I never met The Holy Grail. Bye JP Foxx, I'll surely miss ya.

Since I'm really bored, I'm gonna do some Fact and Fiction thing. This will be fun. I hope.

FACT
-I'm a loser.

FICTION

-I seek popularity.

FACT
-This week will be the only week this summer that

I'll not be thinking of things related to swimming and
swimming coaches.

FICTION

-I wanna go swimming..again.

FACT

-I haven't losed any weight.

FICTION

-I don't want to lose weight.

FACT
-R thinks that I should go to the US, too.

FICTION

-My dad thinks that I should, too.

FACT
-I miss my friends.

FICTION

-My friends miss me too.

FACT
-I'm addicted to Final Fantasy X-2.

FICTION

-I'm turning anime-ish.



ciao everyone.

pffbt.

oh wow. today is like, her birthday.

I'm officially 15 todaaaay!! Like hell I care. I'm not even feeling that it's my birthday today. Look, how many people writes in their blog on THEIR birthday? 1, me.

To complete the anti-birthday essence, I've pleaded to my mom to not let me a birthday thing. No foods, no whatevers. I just want people to treat me like I did something honorable this day. For example, my siblings should let me play GTA San Andreas for this whole day, since it's MY birthday or, people shouldn't insult me or anything this day, well, because it's my birthday.


I'm gonna go to Kyla's party later. Which leads me to end this non-existent conversation with you, bloggy. I've to find the gift she wants on MYMYMYMY birthday.

hapi burtdei hapi burtdei...hapi burtdei oyen........=c

bararaf.

woah. tis too much.

I, a bitch, got accepted in a swimming competition. How random.

But whatever. It's good enough to know that I'm finally good at swimming. FINALLY.

I have so many dilemmas right now, that I haven't updated this blog for about a week(like hell it even matters. nobody reads this anywway.), and my birthday is coming up. And not surprisingly, I can't feel the stupid birthday essence, if there is, really.
WHY?
-training. training. training. Just plain stupid training. But I'm enjoying the other benefit it offers. THE HOLY GRAIL.
-Kyla's notso-birthday party on MY birthday. Okay, this is soooooo..i dunno. Kyla Patron's birthday is originally on May 10, but, as it turns out, she's celebrating it on May 20, on MY(note: mine. not her's, but M-I-N-E)birthday. That suckity suck suck like ass. One big, fat, juicy ass.
-My dad told me to buy the laptop I'm craving for on June, in time for school days. Now nobody's getting me a birthday gift on MY birthday.
-I've been overlaying my stupid Friendster account for 2 whole weeks. It's like it's the only thing that matters like hell.
-Me and The Holy Grail are having a rather "cold" moment. Whereas cold is equal to mount Everest times the new girl he's also training all over jealousy.
-No birthday party, because, the birthday edition of Grinch just stole it.

And the only thing that's keeping me alive now is R's voice, singing."Wowowee..sinong di mawiwili...dahil sa game na to ay di ka magsisisi..". So now, I'm therefore concluding that it's bye-bye Holy Grail from now on. I've suddenly woke up and realized that I've been sleeping in the Holy Grail's ice cream truck for too long, and I gots to stop it, before my brain freezes. It's not the jealousy, it's R. R, you rock my world.

I'm suddenly addicting over The Apprentice. Donald Trump's wig and awkward way of talking keeps rattling my head over and over again, and so is the usual "___, you're fired.". I got addicted into business-y stuffs which is NOT a good thing.

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow, just in time for my birthday eve. Let me put it to you this way, bloggy. If angled bangs looked REALLY good on me, I'll take the whole joining-a-swimming-competition-this-summer seriously. VERY seriously. But if I'll honestly look like a stupid hedgehog, byebye HG from now on.

HECTIC!

OMG. I swear I thought I'm gonna die this week.

What made me think so? The stupid HTML Overlaying in Friendster. God heard my muttering prayers everytime I edit my profile. Can't they think of another way to show creativity and mastery in web development here? I was really astonished to see the bold and linked letters in the Bulletin Board in Friendster saying something like "Hey! I've seen the coolest profile ever! Check it out!". Of course, like any other selfish and curious brat, I checked it out. It has these profile links and an Overlay Generator link. Expecting nothing really good, I clicked the first link and what i saw next made my mouth drop.


I'd never-ever-EVER seen a profile that is SOOOOOOOO professionally and at the same time creatively cool. It's not the same format as to friendster's. He modified the whole friendster concept. And now, what he did is known as HTML Overlaying. In which overlaying is modifying the whole script of a certain webpage. Woah! I didn't know that you can do that in Friendster! Friendster sucks!

But my view of it change when I saw other overlayed profiles. A lot really made my jaw drop, which made me go to a conclusion...Hey! I can do that! So...after 1 week of not going to do this blog for a visit, cramming up 'til 3 in the computer and brainstorming stupid Javascripts image slideshows, I can now say that my profile is OVERLAYED. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY is all I can say. So let's just hope that they won't suspend me or anything, since they suspended the guy who started it all. Hm.

The 1st week of May didn't have a birthday effect on me. I was too crammed up and wasted to plan for my swimming party. Nobody's gonna go there, so why plan? But Monica insisted me since she's desperate to have a summer getaway other than going to Pancake House in SLEX. That suckity suck. So, for now, I'm still NOT planning. I'm too excited to tell you guys another plan.

My swimming lessons finished itself off on last week. Of course, I went really balistic because I won't get to see HIM again. The Holy Grail. But, like any other problem, I found a loophole through it. I WILL GO SWIMMING AGAIN, and I'm gonna start in the 3rd week of May, the week of my birthday. Which means, he'll have to greet me one way or another, which is YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. I'm so desperate.

Hey! Check my Friendster Profile!
http://www.friendster.com/profiles/akosibarok

Another Motherfucking Escapade.

I swear I was really wasted this morning when I woke up. My extravaganting plan today: To devastate my coach's and my life by cancelling my swimming lessons t-o-d-a-y. Oh yessiree, I'm not on the mood to swim on a saturday. That sucks.

Anyways, I went straightly to the computer, as always, to have an awe in the inbox folder of my Yahoo account. 10, 799 unread emails and 6578 bulk ones. Shitty, I checked all the boxes, delete, go to another page, delete, and another, and another and another till I get to fed up or something.

But then, something really awkward happened. While I was brainwashing my sister to join me later in to telling my coach that I can't go butterfly-ing today, my mom suddenly opened the door and said.."Magbihis ka, bibili tayo ng bago nyong sandals ngayon. Dali." I was completely dumbfounded. It took me merely 5 minutes to realize that what she said was completely true. Not that I was coming to the conclusion that my mom is such a liar, but the idea of shopping in a very random day is really gonna pop my brains out. Yeah, if I seriously have one.


I hurriedly took a very cold shower and dressed myself. I knew exactly where the hell we are going. All flip-flops at Glorietta. Uh-Huh. Trust me. My mom has been talking about it for the gasjkfgajkfillionth time this month. And not that I'm getting fed up or something-but I really found the idea really cute. As in mother-daughter cute.

As we dropped of my sister for her last summer class ever, we zoomed off to Glorietta. When we got there, I was suddenly annoyed at the stupid "Jammin with the Disney characters" poster that extended itself in the whole mall building. I swear it was really pathetic to let the Filipinos believe that:

-Those people inside the Disney character mascots are really not Filipinos or someone cheap in particular.
-All the cast members are freshly exported from the Disneyland HK.

Remember, pathetic-ness is not the keystone we're all looking for.

As I was saying, it took us merely an hour to find the stupid shop. Sheesh. I don't even want a new Havaianas flip-flops anyway, so why would I let my calories burn into seraching for the stupid sandal shop? Jeez.

Alas. We finally found it. But the shop's not yer opened. People were already lining up into the entrance of the stall like it was some disco room and a really cute guy was standing in the entrance with this pole that has a blue line that extends in another pole. He then serves as a bouncer. No kidding.

I thought that those 4 other people who are already lined up are those who are extremely addicted to Havaianas, so my mom and I decided to just eat first. And then after we ate at Oody's, my mom wanted to go to the Landmark to go shopping for her business-y needs. I shrugged that one off, because she promised to buy me the bluetooth dongle I've been dying to have since forever.

And after 30 gruelling minutes of shopping nonsense, we finally went to the All Flip-Flops, to find a line outside the shop. I did the absurd face again to my mom, which simply interprets "umalis na tayo!". And at that very point, as I joined other stupid flip-flop fanatics who are lined up outside, I concluded that..I HATE FASHION SHOPPING. I really really really do. I mean, Hey! I can like, buy a PC peripherial with a 900-peso pair of rubber sandals that you can really buy at a 50-peso rate at Banana Peel or worse-the market. I easily scodded explained this to my mom, which is explaining me how killjoy-ed I am. I swear I'd rather wait in line in a scaddy and small gadget shop than in a small and un-air conditioned rubber sandals shop, which makes that triple stupid to go shopping for something you can buy half-price at a cheapstake.

I later found out that they let people inside by batch. I mean, 5 people first, then 5 again. I guess it was their technique to avoid stampeding or something since the store is REAAALLY stuffed. I went to a corner and found the pair of rubber sandal that I want. It's the cutest thing. A Havaianas Cartunista flat sandals. It's really cool, with cartoon drawings on the sandal board. I searched for the biggest size, waited for my mom to pick something up, picked something up for my sister, then we drifted up. Easy as that. And with the summed up total of P2950, I searched something in my digital-ized brain for something nerdy that I can buy with that sum of money.

"I can buy a dvd-cdrw for my hard disk with that sum of money"I blurted out as my mom curved the corner of c-5.
"Tch. Parehong-pareho talaga kayo ng tatay mo" she said as she manuevered the car easy right.
"uhh. at bakit?" I asked as I munched my Kissables.
"Puro mga di importanteng bagay lang ang iniintindi nyo. Ang boring ng buhay nyo"she answered.
Geez. Here-Here to that.

As we picked up my sister at school, we drifted up home. And I remembered something that I really need to do for the day. And omg to that. one word. COACH.

Before my mom could drive the car right to which our house resides, I blurted out that I need to go to the clubhouse to cancel my swimming appointment for the day. And when we got there, I hurriedly got off the car and enetered the clubhouse to look for Coach Rudy. Hell, I don't even know why I was looking for someone who is not my coach, but that's what came out of my mouth as I saw "the penguin" residing in front of the clubhouse office. Of course. I'm expecting him to recognize me or something...so here's what happened.

Me: "Uhmm.. Asan po si Coach Ru-"
The Penguin: :"Ahh...si Coach JP? andun sa office."
Me:*shrugged off*

And when I entered the office, countless OH-MY-GOD's filled up my whole body. There he was, the Holy Grail, dressed in a sleveless green top with denim capri's. I have to bite my lip to stop my mouth into forming an "O" in front of him.

The Holy Grail: "Uy, oh baket?"
Me: *muttering* "uhh..di ako pwede ngayon eh..uhhm.."
The Holy Grail: "O, bakit?" *looking really surprised*
Me: *muttering badly*"uhmm.. may pupuntahan pa kasi kami eh..uhm."
The Holy Grail: "So, kelan ka pwede? Bukas?" * looking really eager or excited or something*
Me: *reaally muttering badly* "Uh...sa Monday na lang...uhm"
The Holy Grail: "O sige. Monday. Thank You"
Me: *feeling really sick* "okay. bye. thanks.*

TCCCCCCH! I'm so sick.

Sorry for this really long entry. I've been totally psyched into writing my goddamn thoughts and waiting for them to be hacked or something.

Uggh.

And the dilemma starts......now.

I have 3 more days to prove to my coach that I can do ALL the strokes and special whatevers I've learned throughout the 10-day lesson in a glance. But since I still have problems with my diving, I have to keep my mouth shut.

I've finished reading the The Da Vinci Code yesterday. Yes, I was about to make a spoiler, but I got soo lazy that I decided to just do it another day. I've made a draft of it somehow, but that is not really much of a help.

My aunt invited us to go to Star City. I wish I declined the offer, considering that the place is giving me the creeps. I have a friend who went there and got his new and spanking phone stolen by a couple of "invisible" persons. Of course, that won't probably happen if he had put the cellphone in the underwear, like most students in school do, but he's to smart for that. It seems that if any of my gadget-eers got stolen or lost, I swear I'm gonna need 243982689 boxes of Tylenol PM in order to put myself to sleep. Of course, how exaggerated is that. But I'm tellin' the truth. I didn't have myself a cellphone for 10 months, but now, my phone and I seems inseperable. And like my phone, my iPod and I are inseperable too. I bring it to my swimming lessons everyday even if I seldom use it. And like my iPod, my PSP and I are inseperable. Yes, the thought of boredom makes me die.

The emotional problem starts when someone starts asking someone if that somene can court someone. You gotta get the logic.I swear I don't know what the fuck is happening to me. My face is all fucked up everytime I think of this, like Lilly Moscovitz's "spotted owl" face in the Princess Diaries. Is it over for us, God? Why are You giving me another moron to make my life miserable? Oh, because it IS already miserable. Thanks, God.

My picker-upper for this gruesome week is:

take your taste back
peel back your skin
and try to forget how it feels inside
you should try saying no once in a while
oh once in while
-My Heart Is The Worst Kind of Weapon(Fall Out Boy)