Taken from Mark Shea's blog: http://markshea.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html. :D

Sure Glad I'm Not Old

1970: Long hair
2000: Longing for hair

1970: The perfect high
2000: The perfect high yield mutual fund

1970: KEG
2000: EKG

1970: Acid rock
2000: Acid reflux

1970: Moving to Calif. because it's cool
2000: Moving to Calif. because it's warm

1970: Growing pot
2000: Growing pot belly

1970: Watching John Glenn's historic flight with your parents
2000: Watching John Glenn's historic flight with your kids

1970: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor
2000: Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor

1970: Seeds and stems
2000: Roughage

1970: Popping pills,Smoking Joints
2000: Popping Joints

1970: Our President's struggle with Fidel
2000: Our President's struggle with fidelity

1970: Paar
2000: AARP

1970: Killer weed
2000: Weedkiller

1970: Hoping for a BMW
2000: Hoping for a BM

1970: The Grateful Dead
2000: Dr. Kevorkian

1970: Getting out to a new, hip joint
2000: Receiving a new hip joint

1970: Rolling Stones
2000: Kidney stones

1970: Being called into the principal's office
2000: Calling the principal's office

1970: Screw the system
2000: Upgrade the system

1970: Peace sign
2000: Mercedes logo

1970: Parents begging you to get your hair cut
2000: Children begging you to get their heads shaved

1970: Taking acid
2000: Taking antacid

1970: Passing the drivers test
2000: Passing the vision test

1970: Whatever
2000: Depends

Whoever says that comic books don't amount to anything are missing out on a lot.  Here are a few quotable quotes from some superb graphic novels. :)


"I was seven, the first time. The family cat had been missing for days, and I said I'd had the strangest dream: On May 25th, our cat should be returned to us. A complete lie of course. But after the fuss that the made of me... How? How could I admit that I invented everything? I chose to keep up the pretense, and the longer I did, the harder it became to extricate myself."
- Mr. Lees to Abberline, From Hell by Alan Moore

"Everyone goes around trying to find their soulmate, but no matter how hard they look, they never find it. So instead, they force two bodies together. Everyone wants to use that short time they have together to open their hearts. Even if it's just a one-night dream that's bought with money... It's funny... It's strange... It's sad... I hate doing it, but I also like it!"
- Lawrence Hill to Adrian Clay, Boys Next Door by Kaori Yuki

"I have the whole world to explore, and you don't..." (Kai: Ouch. >_<)
- Beth to Yorick before she broke up with him, Y: the Last Man

"It's not, 'at this late hour.' It's, 'from now on...' "
- Saki to Kouichi, Kurogane no Linebarrel by Shimizu Eiichi

"If you don't trust yourself, trust me who trusts in you!!!"
- Kamina (<3) to Simon, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann by GAINAX


To anyone who has a program that can handle torrents, I HIGHLY recommend that you download some issues of Fables by Willingham, Buckingham, and Leialoha. The story is superb, and the entire series is quote-worthy. For the time being, I'll be running through Alan Moore's Watchmen and Y: The Last Man all over again, because these are both made of AWESOME. 8D God Bless, everyone!

BONFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BACLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

*collapses*

Waiting for that honeycrunch-cake-induced-sugar-rush to kick in. And for that Chemistry postlab to finish itself.

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It's amazing, how limited my knowledge of you is.

... which makes me wonder why it hit me so hard when I found out.

That person... It wasn't you. Not anymore.

I read through your LJ again. There was a post that was entirely in French. I couldn't understand a word, but I found a nifty French-English translator online.

Faut-il finir, indeed.

... Rest well, friend. You are missed.

G.D.
28/11/88 - 23/09/08

Cue the Beegees.

• Ladies and gentlemen, it has been confirmed. The Ateneo DOES have its own little bubble of reality. Not only does it call for classes when the entire NCR has none, it is also the only place in the world where Monday happens twice a week! (Yes, I know that this was done out of necessity, so that we can all catch up with the loss of precious class time. But heck, this only happens (hopefully) twice a semester. Might as well snark about it now, or forever hold my peace.)
• For anyone who has a Playstation Portable (PSP), I highly, HIGHLY recommend getting the rhythm game called BEATS. It's simple game: you hit the buttons as they appear on the screen, which vary depending on the song that's playing. But the real beauty of this game is that you can save your personal music collection onto your PSP and voila! Instant tapping experience to your favorite songs.  From Jason Mraz's Curbside Prophet to Mozart's Turkish March, you can practically transform any song into a rhythm game, so long as it's in mp3 format. I'm already at extreme mode, and have started to look at classical music in a different light ever since.
  (Warning: This game may cause calluses and repetitive motion injury. Highly recommended for the easily amused.)
• Salamat, Panginoon, at binigyan Mo kami ng apat na araw na walang pasok. Nawa'y magamit namin ito nang mabuti. Amen.

Mahirap pahiran ng bagong pintura ang mga bagay na hindi maaaring burahin.

Kaninang umaga'y pinag-usapan namin sa klase ng Pilosopiya ang naganap na pagpapatiwakal noong nakaraang Linggo. Si Sir Roy pala ang unang nakakita sa mga labi. Ayon sa kanya, ginamit ni Lawrence (ang binatang nagpatiwakal) ang usok mula sa nasusunog na uling upang kitilin ang sariling buhay. Kawalan ng hangin at pagkalason dulot ng carbon monoxide ang naging sanhi ng kanyang pagkamatay.

Hindi pa rin makatulog nang maayos si Sir hanggang ngayon. Ngunit ayon sa kanya, wala lang ang kanyang nararansan kung ikukumpara sa nararamdaman ng mga magulang ni Lawrence. Sa kanyang palagay, ang pinakamasakit na pangyayari noong umagang iyon ay noong dumating ang mga magulang at nakita ang walang-buhay na katawan ng kanilang anak.  

Kanina, habang naglalakad ako paalis ng aming silid-aralan sa ikalawang palapag ng SEC-A, napansin kong pinapahiran ng bagong pintura ang pader ng SEC balcony. Sa bawat pahid ng roller, unti-unting natakpan ng bagong puting pintura ang kupas na beige ng pader. Tila sinusubukan nitong kalimutan ang kanyang karumihan.

Doon ko nahinuha na ang buhay ay parang pader. Kung may ilang bahagi mang nais mong kalimutan, maaari mo itong takpan gamit ng isang panibagong simulain. Ngunit sa ilalim ng bagong pintura, naroon pa rin ang nakaaraan nais mong ibaon sa limot na tila nagmumulto sa gilid ng iyong kamalayan. 

Maraming tao ang naapektuhan ng pagkamatay ni Lawrence. Hindi natin alam kung papaano sila makababangon mula sa karanasang ito. Marahil ay tatakpan nila ito ng panibagong simulain. Ngunit iisang bagay lamang ang tiyak: Hindi na mabubura ang bahid ng uling sa pader ng kanilang (ating) kamalayan. 

I thought that it would make me happy.

---> Perhaps the most common underlying reason behind every misguided decision in the world.

For the ones I've made, at the very least.
 

Today is Enlistment Day.

You know what this means.

TEN-TENENEN!

AISIS-bashing tiiime~!!! :D *throws confetti*

Online enlistment is always exciting. It's as exciting as, let's say, trying to get onto the MRT during rush hour. Maybe it's the frenzied rush (MUST GET THAT CLASS --- OH LOOK, ONE SLOT LEEEEFT!!! --- NOOOOOOO!!!! *dies*), which, when coupled with the sluggish crawl of the loading bar of your browser (Click the Submit Enlistment button. Play a game or two of Minesweeper. Take a bath --- a looong bath. Wait for five more minutes. Ting! Print your assessment form.) makes for a veeeery fascinating experience.

I feel like I've just gone through a temporary bout of bipolar syndrome.

While my bloody assessment form is currently drying on the counter top, allow me to share the bits and scraps that I managed to scavenge from my morning struggle with AISIS Online.

• Interesting observation: Roy Tolentino's Philosophy classes (all friggin' three of them), along with Sir Dave Lozada's History classes (also three) are to students as fresh meat is to a school of starving piranhas.Talk about picked to the bone.
• I had numerous tiny aneurysms during the whole process, particularly whenever AISIS cruelly sputters and spits out an "Error Occurred while Loading this Page" page to my horrified face, and just when I was about to hit the Submit Enlistment Button too
• It's amazing how this message: "Class full. Cannot be enlisted," can suddenly become, "Enlisted," within the span of 10 minutes. Closely linked to this is the strange phenomenon known as, "WTF, Zero Slots 'to Kanina ah!!!" in which a class that initially had zero available slots suddenly chokes up 20 available slots. Surprise surprise!
• Forecast for the first semester: Much blood (mostly mine) will be lost due to the combined storm front known as BioChemPhyChemHistoPolSciPhilo. Laboratory classes not included.
• Just like my previous AISIS experiences, ghost subjects (subjects that you've already taken/do not need to take) still appear on my enlistment page. As if enlisting for 7 subjects online isn't horrible enough, an additional 3 ghost subjects materialized: En 11 & 12 (which I don't personally mind re-taking, but come on); and FLC (which I'll be taking next semester. Do you hear me, AISIS? NEXT semester).
• For the stalkers and the curious folk out there, allow me to lessen your pains by presenting my schedule to you:
  
  M    0730-0830       0930-1030      1230-1630                                                              1800-1930
  T                                                                                     1500-1630       1630-1800
  W    0730-0830      0930-1030      1230-1630                                    1630-1800
  Th                                                                                   1500-1630       1630-1800       1800-1930
  F      0730-0830      0930-1030
  
  All in all, I have three half-days: T-Th (in the afternoon), and F (in the morning).
  As for Mondays and Wednesdays, I'm currently pretending that they do not exist, so as to avoid triggering further aneurysms.
• Has anyone taken Joy Aceron as a PolSci 100 teacher? I have never heard about her, so any kind of feedback/warning would be much appreciated. :) (e.g. How are her discussions? Did you learn much from her? Will studying under her bring anyone closer to his/her dream of world domination?)
• [EDIT] For the sake of comparison, here's the list of my professors for this semester:
• Roy Tolentino - Philo 101(730 - 830, MWF)
  
• Ambeth Ocampo - Hi165 (1630 - 1800, TTh)
  
• Joy Aceron - PolSci 100 (1500 - 1630, TTh)
• Nina Rojas - Biochemistry Lecture
  
• E. Enriquez - PhyChem Lecture & Lab
  
• TBA - BioChem Lab

            Thanks to christoff_jaman for pointing out the pointlessness of a class-less and teacher-less schedule. ;p

How can a guy have a hole through his belly and still have washboard abs? o_O

Ah, Grimmjow. You're still hot, despite that gaping hole in your midsection. *dreamy sigh*
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True strength is about being able to see beyond oneself.

At this point in time, I am seeking for a sense of belongingness -- particularly with regards to my faith.

If there's one thing about Christianity that has been underlined over and over again, it's that every Christian should belong to a community. Not only would it serve as an avenue for socialization, it would also foster the faith of the believer by surrounding him/her with like-minded believers.

I've cycled through quite a number of Catholic youth groups. There were the religious organizations in St. Jude (which did not do any good, faith-wise, but trained me in the proper preparation of a liturgy), FCCY, Days with the Lord, and Regnum Christi. Of the four, Regnum Christi is currently my preferred group. I'm drawn to their ... simple but profound ways of serving Him. Yes, most of their members belong to the higher echelons of society, but their spirituality comes to me as genuine and truly personal. They believe in Christ, and are not afraid to say so. The Missions taught me that much.

Sadly, the location of RC's main meeting-place (Everest Academy) is quite a-ways from our house, which makes it difficult for me to go there constantly (every Sunday for Mass, for instance). As a recourse, I go to St. Jude instead, and occasionally render my services there as a lector for the Sunday Masses.

Truth to be told, I do not feel comfortable within the Filipino-Chinese Catholic Youth (FCCY, for short), particularly within the St. Jude Chapter. This reluctance could have stemmed from the fact that I feel as though I'm living under my sister's shadow. During her high school days, FCCY was the community for her. She was active in its music ministry, and practically set the foundations for the future of the organization. On my part, I joined the group in the hopes that I too, would experience the fulfillment that she did. But eventually, I found out that this particular shoe didn't fit me at all. You see, I never did shake off the feeling that everything that I was doing for the organization was merely for the sake of matching up to other people's expectations (which I presumed to be that I would be just as active as my sister). That, and I find it highly unnerving to be caught up in the political hullabaloos of St. Jude FCCY. The mere reconstruction of the high-school group caused quite a ruckus, and even ruined a friendship or two. But more importantly, I found it ... lacking, in a spiritual sense.

Then again, this could very well be all my fault. Who told me to compare myself with my sister, anyways? But nonetheless, it remains that I cannot find the spiritual nurturing that I seek within FCCY. This explains why I am so reluctant to attend Sunday Masses at St. Jude Parish, particularly when my sister isn't around. It simply does not feel right. There are times when I prefer to attend the Masses at the nearby parish of St. Paul's, where I am merely an anonymous Mass-goer.

The same goes for Days with the Lord. It was an exhilarating experience, yes, but like my sister, I did not find the depth that I was seeking. Consequently, I've detached myself from my Days Family, though part of my conscience urges me to drop by every once in a while.

Is Regnum Christi the right group for me, or should I merely change my perspective and truly make an effort to belong to FCCY and Days? I can only pray to Him for guidance, since I'm confident that in the end, He'll guide me to the proper pasture. I just need to be open to the prospect of getting prodded towards a different direction. :p

Thy Kingdom Come!

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He's no Prince Charming.

But he made me feel like Cinderella

when he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk

bent down

and tied my shoelaces for me.

=)

For the past week, I've been torn between family and ... friend (you know who I'm talking about), between academics and leisure (Physics versus, I don't know, Pikachu), and between gorging myself with crabmeat, goatmeat, black cherries, peanut butter and jelly and marshmallow sandwiches and starving myself by waking up at noon every day (with no breakfast).

Well, at least I've had time to catch up with good ol' Achilles in the Iliad. As of Chapter 16, Patroclus is (spoiler alert? nah) dead, and Achilles (after letting out his grief by showering dirt on himself, tearing out his hair, and swearing to dismember Hector) finally gets a hint that the Achaians are screwed without him.

As a sidenote, Patroclus and Achilles are so Brokeback. Then again, we're talking about ancient Greece here. Right, Sir Dave?

Anyways, the Iliad that I have is the Signet Classic one, which is conveniently in prose form. Hence, I've been able to read and understand the nitty gritty details of Trojan and Myceneian warfare --- and when I say nitty gritty, I mean graphic nitty gritty. I can safely say that the Iliad's pretty much like 300, only in words and much, much longer. (The absence of eight-pack abs is also very noticeable and sorely missed. *sad*) We've all seen heads rolling, legs flying, and the rampant chest stabbing.  Well, if you thought that was graphic, pick up the Iliad and go through the battle scenes. You'll see spears going through skulls, eye sockets, necks, shoulders, cheeks, and even the occasional groin. Take that, Leonidas.
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Have I been killing my talent by not writing?

It's been a while since I've typed or written a single complete sentence. Much less a paragraph. Or a whole essay, God forbid.

Of course, that's assuming that I had the talent in the first place: the talent to weave together words and make a artful tapestry that mimics reality, or warps it.
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I've just discovered the joys of being a pirate~! A gaming pirate, that is. Arrrr!

Apparently, anyone can download any game that they want to off the Internet, as long as he/she's armed with a formidable DSL connection, boatloads of patience, a decent emulator, and a complete disregard of intellectual property laws. From great PSX titles (e.g. the Final Fantasy series, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, Chrono Cross, Parasite Eve, Persona 2) to GBA giants (e.g. Pokemon Emerald/Sapphire/Ruby/Fire Red, Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, Breath of Fire I/II, Golden Sun, etc.) to PC classics (e.g. Monkey Island, Day of the Tentacles, and GRIM FANDANGO!!!), any die-hard gamer's sure to find a treasure cove of goodies up on the Net. :p

Unfortunately, the sheer array of games to choose from give plurality a whole new meaning. One can finish only so many games in the span of seven days.

Now, excuse me as I attempt to get a starting SeeD ranking of 10 in FF8. Booya~!
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We now have three --- yes, three --- adult bunnies in our custody. Two of them are male (the alpha male's a fluffy white thing called Sunshine), with only a single female up for grabs. Ohnoes! :o

To prevent a sudden Bunny Boom, the three are released from their cages individually in turns, with each turn lasting from around an hour to --- well, when we've felt that they've run around enough already. And if that doesn't work, the female just happens to be a feisty one that bites you when it's feeling hungry or just really bored. Nyarrr!

As a sidenote, our rooster is currently coping very well with the minute change in its ecosystem.
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To be frank, I absolutely do NOT want to touch that Physics take-home exam that we've been given as an advanced Christmas present. This vehement reluctance also applies to anything vaguely academic, except for the Iliad (which I'm chewing up with literary glee). As much as I do not want to be bothered by that evil test for the remainder of the vacation, I simply do not wish to come face-to-face with a ring with a charge Q that's oscillating on a line of length A on the y-axis.

*pause*

ZOMG.
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It's the last day of 2007, and my cellphone inbox is already getting a fair share of "Happy New Year's!" or creative derivations of the same phrase (I particularly like the one where the New Year sends you his her its greetings after finally getting some load). Personally, I do not make any New Year's resolutions because a) I have to do a lot of work on my consistency (in doing anything), and b) I doubt that I'd remember it during the coming year.

However, a certain friend did propose that I attempt to lose 12.2 pounds in the coming year through sheer exercise, and not through dieting. I'm confident that I'll be able to pull this off, if stress counts as exercise.
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2007 was a year of many events.

(Well, duh.)

For one, I've come to acknowledge that Infinite, Indescribable, yet Gentle Presence that has made my life what it is today. This does not mean that I had not acknowledged him back then, but this year, He's reached out to me in His modus operandi --- a penetrating stillness that gives everything that I encounter and do its meaning.

Praise be to God. :)

For two, I've been struck (multiple times) by that deranged, but very beautiful, four-letter word that makes people feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It has taught me that happiness can be found in the smallest moments, and that maybe, just maybe, the future isn't as scary as it seems. :)

(... And no, it's not B-E-E-R, or an illegal substance. And if you're reading this, it does not begin with the letter M. :p)

For three, I still do not like Physics.

For four, people telling you that you are old does not mean that they are telling the absolute truth.

For five, I've come to realize that you never know when you'll die, and that you'd better make sure that people know what you're thinking before you do. Keep a journal. Talk to your family. Talk to your friends. Make peace with Your Maker, because He's been camping out at your doorstep for quite a while now, and it gets lonely real quick.

All in all, this year's been great. Here's to life, love, and all those other beautiful words that start with L.

Cheers! :)

BUHAY PA AKO!!!!

Hallur, LJ! Hallur, world! Hallur, masugid na mambabasa (kung nariyan pa kayo)!

Mag-aala-una na sa aking relo, ngunit narito ako't nagtatype ng isang super-duper-woah-grabe-talagang-delayed na LJ entry. Paano ba naman, kagagaling ko lang mula sa karaoke debut ni Ice Lacsamana (aka the Girl Who Forgets to Eat Lunch and Really Likes Sheep), kung saan nakatikim ako ng samu't saring mga pampalasing: may Vodka Ice, Vodka Teaser (in Strawberry and Blueberry flavors), at siyempre, ang walang kamatayang Coca Cola (Instruction: Hanapin ang naiiba). Hindi naman grabeng tungga. Patikim-tikim lang. Sa ngayon, 95% isoprophyl alcohol pa rin ang primary alcohol sa aking buhay. XD Nyahaha.

Masaya ako ngayon, dahil nagawa kong kumanta nang kumanta nang kumanta nang walang pakialam kung sino ang nakaririnig (wala namang bumato sa akin ng bote ng Vodka Ice habang kumakanta ako). Ang sarap pala ng pakiramdam kapag kumanta ka ng "Stop," ng Spice Girls nang may matching dance steps (ala Macarena), at guess what! Ang baduy pala ng MTV ng "Get Down," ng mga Backstreet Boys! May lumulutang-lutang pa na DJ sa bandang gitna. Shudder shudder. I hereby denounce that portion of my childhood, for the preservation of my sanity.

Speaking of sanity, sasabak na ulit ako sa buhay Ateneo bukas! Lintik na Physics, Math, at Chem. Grrr. May naaral naman ako ngayong bakasyon (walang kokontra. Bakasyon talaga ang tawag sa anim na araw na walang pasok), iyon nga lang, hindi ko nalubus-lubos yung oras. Patay loh.

Birthday ko nga pala noong Sabado!!! Ibig sabihin... well, alam niyo na. Plus one for the record. Legal na legal na legal na talaga ako! Kaya kapag may mga up and coming registrations for Barangay Elections (kung saan tanging mga binata't dalagang 15 hanggang 17 na taong gulang lamang ang makakapagrehistro at mawawalan ng pasok), wala na akong pag-asa na mawalan ng pasok. Nasa Autonomous University of the Ateneo pa naman ako, the tree-filled Bubble in the Middle of Katipunan. May sariling economic zones (kung ayaw ninyong maniwala, ipaghambing ninyo ang presyo ng pagkain sa mga cafeteria na nakakalat sa buong campus), at sariling patakaran pagdating sa pagkawala ng pasok. Pero isang beses lang nangyari iyon, kaya okay lang.

Ayan. Inaantok na ako. Madaling araw na kasi eh. Mag-aaral pa ako ng Chemistry mamaya (kung Chem major ka at hindi ka pa nag-aaral ng Chem, oo, kinokonsensya kita. *evil laf*), at mananatili muna sa isang State of Denial habang nagpapaalam sa bakasyong ito.

Ang susunod na kabanata: 3-day weekend ulit this week! Woohoo! Hairspray na 'to!!!

Umaariba at Sinasabawang Gulay,
Oompahlumpia

P.S. Mwaaaaaaah----hahahaha. >D

Note: Ahia John's a member of the FCCY, a parish-based org that I belong to. He's also a working chemist who graduated from [edit] UCLA. Hence, the following conversation:


::On the way home from St. Jude, in Ahia John's car::

*a large truck passes by us*

Kai: *reads the sign on the side of the truck* Oooo. It's carrying Cryogenic Liquid! Cooool. :D

Ahia John: It's not just cool. It's cold.


Luvvit. <3

1. I just realized how utterly useless my two-weeks' worth of summer vacation has been. :| I've spent most of my time lounging around the house, or roaming around shopping malls with my relatives; both of which require only the most miniscule amount of brain activity, and reimburse a pathetic amount of lazy self-actualization.

    ... Or maybe I'm just trying to justify the Calculus textbook that's lying open right beside me. Hmmm.

2. To any of my fellow bibliophiles who's looking for a good read, try picking up Amy Tan's masterpiece, The Joy Luck Club, if you haven't yet. Jia ru ni men shi Fei-Hua ren, ni men bi xu du zhe ben shu. <3 (Pardon my Chinese. It's a bit rusty.)

3. To those who are searching for a  Net-based (and meaner) form of entertainment, go and browse through The Darwin Awards. Quoting from the site's banner, "A Chronicle of Enterprising Demises: Honoring those who improve the species... by accidentally removing themselves from it!" Translation: If you light a match to see the inside of a gas tank, your ingenuity will be immortalized in this website.

I was tagged by Tifachu.

Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I get very disturbed when people suddenly push their faces really, really close to mine and just LOOK at me (like this O_O). Mainly because it reminds me of a scene from a Japanese horror movie. >_<

2. Whenever I text or IM someone, I have this compulsive tendency to (a) spell out all of my words and (b) practice proper punctuation AND capitalization. That's why it takes me so long to compose a message/reply! (weh, excuses. :p)

3. Roadkill hurts my soul. Hence, when our vehicle comes across an animal that's crossing the road, I cry out its name (e.g. "Aso!" or "Pusa!" or "Chicken!") so that our driver won't accidentally squish it.

4. I get dimple cramps! They happen when I smile too often, which causes my cheeks grow all cramped and tired.

5. Other girls compulsively shop for make-up, clothes, accessories, and other feminine trinkets. I do too, but please add notebooks to that list. I get a strange feeling of potential creativity whenever I pick up a new notebook. I can write so many things in it: thoughts, memories, events, to-do-lists, doodles... *sighs longingly* <3 Sadly, I only get to use a few pages of it before leaving it to gather dust in my study table. :( Forgive me, trees.

6. I always think about worst-case scenarios. For example, if I were in a building, I'd imagine how it would collapse if ever a magnitude-7 earthquake would occur. If I were in a vehicle, I'd think about how that bus would blow up (with our vehicle beside it) if ever a suicide bomber found his/her way inside. If I were in an open field, I'd be worried that lightning would suddenly strike me.... Now, be grateful that you aren't me. >_<

I tag Gracius, Josh, Ice, Honey, Pupu, and Earvin. :p

"Leave a comment and I'll give you a letter. Then you list 10 things you like starting with that letter. Post them in your journal and give out new letters to your commenters in turn. XP"

I commented on Honey's blog, asked for a letter of my own, and called her my "former minion" (during my good ol' SAMS days :p). In retaliation, she gave me the wonderfully sadistic letter... X.

Now, I am left to ponder on what I have gotten myself into. Me and my big mouth. >.<

*cracks her knuckles* Here goes nothing.

1. Xenon = Ah, Element No. 54. It's an inert gas, which means that it has 8 valence electrons on its outermost electron shell. This makes it extremely difficult for Xenon (and the rest of the inert family) to form compounds with other elements. HOWEVER, a compound of Xenon has been synthesized in a laboratory (xenon hexafluoroplatinate, according to Wikipedia) during the 1960s. What I'm trying to say is: Chem is <3. *nerd glee* 8D

2. x = Partially, the letter. Mathematically... the variable. Xp (Okay, angry mob. Charge!) I have a love/hate relationship with this subject (which lately, has been leaning towards love :P). Technically, though, it still counts as something that I ... like.

3. Xerxes = 300 = artistic cinematography AND hot bods in scanty loincloths. 'Nuff said. XD

4. Xiamen = a city in southeast China (where a lot of FilChi students have their summer classes). I've never been there, personally. But Chinese thingies (the language, the culture, the literature, the PANDAS) have a special place in my being. :p

5. X-Men = Few people know of my previous (and seldom recurring) life as a PS2 gamer. One of my favorite games in the console was X-Men Legends 2, where you control your favorite arsenal of mutant outcasts to battle teh evul Apocalypse! (I mentioned it in a Blogger entry a long long time ago. Flashback!)

6. XS = the size of (most of) my shirts nowadays. Hence, I like XS shirts (that fit me).

7. Xtra Rice = Foooood! Food is always <3. *bounces around* :D

8. Xmas = Christmas. Pasko. Sheng Dan Jie. It's my favorite season of the year, with the cold weather and the gift-giving and the decorations that we hang around the house and the ... sheer peace of it all.

9. Xemnas = Organization XIII's head honcho, Number I. Once known as Xehanort in his previous (non-Nobody) life, he (and the other members of Org XIII) makes Kingdom Hearts 2 a bearable game. For one, he's evil. For two, HE'S HOT. <3 <3 <3 *fangirls~* (If you haven't heard/played Kingdom Hearts 2 before, you probably won't understand a word of what I just said. Xp Here's a Wikipedia article to help you through.)

10. XD = I like this emoticon. So there.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! *victory pose!* Coming up next: Tifachu's Weird Meme. :p

My family (specifically my mom and not-so-little brother) left for Singapore last Saturday evening.

Now they're back, and they've brought my sister along. :D

I am now the proud and grateful owner of an "Author's preferred text" edition of American Gods by Neil Gaiman. 12000 words longer than the other published versions, the preface said. I'll be embarking on a reading marathon to find out exactly why Gaiman prefers this version (not that I've read the other one, but that will come in due time).

Yay. <3

And I haven't seen it yet, but the digital camera that they bought for me is buried somewhere in their luggage. I'll have to wait until tonight to check it out for myself. :)

Yayay. <3

... And after four days of meandering around aimlessly in the house, alone, and feeling quite lonely, I am now with three tired people who are still dozing off inside our bedroom.  They arrived at 4 AM, tried to wake me up ("to give them a proper welcome," they said. I said, "Later," and went back to sleep), ate breakfast, and promptly  collapsed in unison on their beds.

Well, now's later.

Missed you, familyyy. <333 *hugs*