Friday, December 30, 2005


How could I be so wrong?

Monday, December 26, 2005

A 'Psychopath's' Thoughts

According to a psych test (the reliability of which, I doubt. Enk.. ) forwarded to me through text by a friend, I'm a psychopath (WordWeb says that a psychopath is someone with a sociopathic personality; a person with an antisocial personality disorder). Frightening, eh? The text I received contained the following scenario: While a girl was in the funeral of her own mother, she saw a guy whom she fell in love with right then and there. For her, he was very much like her dreamboy. A few days later, the girl killed her own sister. What was her motive? I answered the question correctly - that the girl thought that she would see the guy she loved in her sister's funeral. I was, of course, happy with my correct deduction. I was even thinking that my childhood-to-the-present devotion to Sherlock Holmes paid off with this. However, the evaluation of the answer I gave said the that whoever answers the query correctly is a psychopath! It even said that the riddle was devised by a famous American psychologist, and that many serial killers gave the answer I gave. Goodness! It then appears that it would have been better if one gave an incorrect answer. Oh well. As I have said earlier (as a defense mech perhaps. Haha.. =p), I doubt the evaluation of the test because it seems like something that screens people who have deductive powers. Haha. =p Sorry, it's just that I cannot believe that I'm a psycopath or a budding one in the least.

Try to peek at my insights listed below, and with your own faculties, assess if they are psychopathic:

*My closest tita named her little cute bear Tiny for the reason that it is (drum roll please...) maliit. But to think, tiny isn't really the appropriate term for something like a bear. You would never say, "Oh! There's a tiny bear!". Small would have been more fitting! Nonetheless, on the second thought, a bear named Small (or Smally - pronounced as 'smoli') isn't really appealing. I guess my tita just have to stick with her oh-so-small bear's name - Tiny. Haha. =p

*What should be done with guys who karir you when in fact they already have girlfriends? Simple. They should be tried in court.

See! I'm not really a psychopath. I'm a sociable, diplomatic and peace-loving girl. =p But I am no angel.

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Dedicated to No One in Particular

I really appreciate Pussycat Dolls' Stickwitu even if I have no one in particular to dedicate it to. But if you like me to dedicate it to you, so be it. Haha. =p Here it is:

I don't wanna go another day
So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind
Seems like everybody is breaking up
And throwing their love away
But I know I got a good thing right here
That's why I say (Hey)

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

I don't wanna go another day
So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind
See the way we ride, in our private lives
Ain't nobody gettin' in between
I want you to know that, you're the only one for me (one for me)
(What I'm sayin')

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

And now, ain't nothing else I can need
And now, I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me
I got you, we'll be making love endlessly
I'm with you (baby I'm with you)
Baby you're with me (baby you're with me, higher)

So don't cha worry about
People hanging around
They ain't bringing us down
I know you, and you know me
And that's all that counts
So don't cha worry about
People hanging around
They ain't bringing us down
I know you, and you know me
And that's, that's why I say (Hey)

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u (come on)
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

Share: Nicole Scherzinger, lead singer of Pussycat Dolls, is a Filipina. Aha. =p

Sunday, December 25, 2005


I woke up early, about 9:00 in the morning considering that I slept at around 3. Well, at least, that is my concept of early during sembreaks and holidays. Bear with me, please. It is Christmas anyway. Hehe. =p

Because I wanted to help bring up the Filipino movie industry (Oh wow!), I suggested that my family watch a MMFF entry. And so it was. We watched Shake, Rattle and Roll 2k5 (upon my brother and tita's request) even though I really wanted Mulawin. Walang pakialamanan. Yun talaga gusto ko. Poor me, I did not like the movie we watched a bit. For me, it was just a run-of-the-mill movie - something worthy of your "Sabi ko na nga ba (yan yung mangyayari)!" Aww. =c It consisted of three parts (as we all know), and each part followed the expect-the-expected plot. No need for teasers then. After all, I can't think of a teaser that would encourage you to watch the movie.

We watched the said movie at G4, and I was really annoyed with the noisy bunch (about 10 kids and adolescents) in front of us during the film showing. They kept on shouting comments, sometimes even rude ones, the whole time! Talk about disrespect! It was as if it was their first time to step inside a dark room with a wide silver screen in front! Poor souls... Grr... Bad trip... Kung di lang Pasko...

And of course, we attended Mass.

I love my pictures. Haha. =p And those of my brother na tyempuhan talaga ang kailangan bago mo makuha. Siya yung nasa pic ng post ko ngayon. Haha. =p


Umaga pa lang ng Disyembre 24 ay marami nang bumabati ng "Merry Christmas" sa'kin. At maganda naman yun. It is nice to be remembered. Ang dahilan naman nila sa pagbati ng ganun kaaga ay iisa: Nang hindi ma-hassle ng network traffic mamaya. Ako naman, gaya-gaya. May point nga naman kasi di ba? Pero nung nag-strike na yung midnight at ni-attempt kong magtext ng second Christmas greetings ko sa mga friends ko at sobrang ang bilis pa rin ng pagsesend, medyo na-phonyhan tuloy ako sa ginawa kong maagang pagsesend kanina. Because MOST people (Sun users like me, especially) ay nagtext na nang maaga kanina, kakaunti na lang tuloy yung natirang mga tao na hindi nakapagsend ng greetings nila pagdating ng midnighht. Consequence: Walang traffic at all pagdating ng Bisperas ng Pasko kasi kaunti nalang din yung nagtetext. Haha. =p

Ngayong medyo (medyo lang naman) malaki na ako, parang nararamdaman konog mas masaya talaga ang pakiramdam ng pagbibigay. Tipo bang naghihintay ako sa pagdating ng alas-dose dahil gustung-gusto ko na ipamigay yung mga regalo ko, seryoso.

Kaninang madaling araw ay nag-Noche Buena kami. Marami (lagi naman) akong kinain dahil kailangan ko ng taba. Masarap. Masaya. Naalala ko tuloy yung sinabi ni Mommy kanina pag-uwi niya, "Paskong-Pasko, ang daming batang nanglilimos sa mga kalye." Aww. =c Nakakalungkot na dahil sa hirap ng buhay ngayon, many people have grown not to look forward to Christmas. Let's face it. The Filipino people have grown poorer and more meager to this day. It is no longer surprising that only a special few are able to celebrate Christmas. But Christmas would always be Christmas for Filipinos, whether or not they have moola in their pockets. Let's not allow Christmas to get to the level of being an event the mere purpose of which is to show-off. After all, there are always alternatives: Juan Dela Cruz has the bright night star overhead as his parol, the gummamela plant outside as his Christmas Tree, the tuyo as his lapu-lapu, and finally, his own heart as a gift to others.

Maligayang Pasko sa inyo, mga katoto...

Share: Sana nabati niyo na rin ng "Happy BIrthday" ang may birthday ngayon. If not for him naman, wala tayong Christmas. More importantly, wala tayo. If you know what I mean.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

The Driver's Prayer - Reformatted

"Lord, ilayo niyo po ako sa mga pasaherong 'di nagbabayad."

Upon riding a jeepney home yesterday, I can't help but notice the signage whose words I've written above. It was the first time I have ever seen something like it. I just have to face the fact that even if I rely on the said PUV for my everyday transportation, I was not actually well aware that a new sign has already been added to the Philippine Jeep's Interior Collection of Incredible Signs. Some of which include "God knows Hudas not Pay", "Bayad Muna Bago Baba", "Pull String to Stop" (or its somewhat suggestive Filipino counterpart, "Hilain Mo, Ititigil Ko,"), "Basta Driver, Sweet Driver" (the most overused of the lot), and many other more.

My featured statement above could and would easily invoke a smile or a laugh from people. But if we are going to try to look at it and also the first two other examples I have cited more closely (Is this for real? We' re analyzing a jeep signage?! =p), we see the the Filipino driver's plea for his passengers' honesty. I really feel bad for my (jeepney) driver when my co-passengers don't hand in the proper fare. Sadly, most of the people whom I see not giving pamasahe are policemen. Aww.

So when we encounter a grumpy driver, we can now supply at least a single reason: his prayer was not anwered for the day. If you don't want to pay your pamasahe, have someone pay it for you! Pay! Pay, for heaven's sake - and the driver's as well.

Oops. Nope, my father is not a jeepney driver. Hehe. =p

I still haven't got a kid for the MMDST thingie due on January 4, 2006. I'm a poor soul. =c

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Burgos St.

Sa aking buong buhay ng pamamasahe sa jeepney na may biyaheng Burgos pauwi mula sa aking mataas na paaralan noon at unibersidad ngayon, akin nang na-stereotype ang mga uri ng jeep na kailangan kong sakyan:

1. karaniwang asul

2. karaniwang sira

Kapag natanaw mo ang isang jeepney na may ganitong dalawang katangian, aba, Burgos na talaga iyon.

Wala lang. Hindi talaga iyon ang pangunahin kong istorya.
Ganito kasi yun. Kanina lang ay lumabas ako upang maglipat ng mga files sa memory card ng aking ama. Hindi na nakaya ng pwersa ng bluetooth at infrared niya kaya akin pang kinailangan na maghanap ng memory card reader (na wala ako =c). Nakahanap naman ako ngunit ako pa ay napilitang magbayad ng P63.00 sapagkat umaabot na sa P60.00 ang PC rental dito sa Makati Avenue. Palakad pauwi ay nadaanan ko muli ang Burgos St.

Sa isang gabi mula Enero hanggang Oktubre, likas na maliwanag na talaga ang daang ito dahil sa mga bar na nakahilera dito. At ngayong Kapaskuhan, mas lumiwanag pa ito dahil sa mga Baratillo (aka tiangge) na nakihilera sa mga bar. Nakihanay pa ang mga kainan.

Nadaanan ko yung isang tindahan ng pagkain na nagbebenta ng lumpiang shanghai, siomai, palabok, gulaman at marami pang iba. Napabili naman ako ng siomai. Sa pananatili ko doon sandali para kumain, napagtanto ko na yung tindahan pala na pinagbilhan ko ay yung tindahang tinutukoy ng kapatid ko na nagbebenta ng lumpiang shanghai na puro wrapper lang naman. Kumbaga 3/4 sa kabuuan ng
shanghai ay pulos molo lang. Molo lang! Natikman na naman kasi niya dati. Sa mga panahong nakatayo ako sa harap ng nasabing kainan, naisip ko tuloy kung ano yung sasabihin ng tindero kung sasabihin ko sa kanya na , "Pabili po ng molo wrapper..." Maiisip niya kaya ang naiisip ko?

Nakakalungkot tuloy na andami nang magugulang sa mundo.

Share: Hindi naman daw talaga nag-originate ang lumpiang shanghai sa Shanghai, China.



Until now (that I established a blog of my own), I have always thought that blogs were, erm, phony. Why? Oh well. Maybe, it was just a defense mechanism of mine since I did not have one of my own before.

After being prodded by my webby (what a word! =p) friends since time immemorial to set up a blog of my own, I finally gave in. On second thought, I did not actually gave in to them. There was another reason why I eventually decided to get a hit with this blog thingies. It was Nate. Dear, I'm talking as if we are as close as GMA is to bringing our country to the grave. Haha =p. Moving on, Nate happens to own a blog that I accidentally crossed while I was searching for the real reason why Mabini had a limp (Prof. Karganilla gave that to us as a bonus assignment for Histo I). I ran a lookup in Google, and his blog showed up as one of the very few search results. Thanks to him (and his Ma'am Habana's anecdote which he chronicled), I then got a hint for the answer to my assignment. I was really amazed that he had stuff like those in his blog so I decided to read his other posts, and they were oh-so-good. Haha. I noticed how he really put his heart into his writings, and how he really loved writing. With his amazing posts, I was inspired to also share my random and nonrandom thoughts (and pictures, being the conceited that I am) with all the people who would bother to take a look at them. Haha. Boom, that was it.

A start.

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