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Tonight our school circle was semi-complete, which meant only one thing - time to play Let's Sing Pop Songs About Each Other!

It is, in my opinion, the worst game in the world, and its creator should not be allowed to exist lest he/she creates even more horrible games.

Despite our very vocal protests in being a part of this cheesy exercise and downright wrong activity, our circle head Steve still pushed through with it. In fact, he seemed to be ultra-enthusiastic about the whole idea of inventing lyrics and melodies on the spot that his sentences were peppered with expressions like, "Nakaka-excite!" and "Excited na 'ko!"

Therefore for the benefit of everyone, I am posting Steve's photo in hopes that you will stay away from this wacko. Protect yourself and your family. Protect yourself and your family from this man!


Hello, I'm Steve! I will eat your babies.

We felt extremely bad that our opinions were ignored, and actually planned to walk out of the house. Nonetheless, we still went on and played anyway. Oh, peer pressure!

And then some

After fetching my twin cousins Marvyn and RJ in the airport, went straight to RCBC and saw Once on This Island for the nth time - this time with Gian playing lead. Ang ganda, potek.

This is the twins’ first time in ‘Pinas and since they chose to stay with me instead of my uncle, I’m designated to show them around town. I’m excited to show them all the places I go to and people I move around with.

By the end of their month-long stay, hoperfully they’ll understand why I chose to stay here in ‘Pinas.

Right after watching Once, I took them to their first Pinoy food trip - Aysees carinderia in Pasig. Ang sarap, potek.

Went around Makati after, ate more food, then took them home. Went to Gino’s bday party at Luce and had tons of fun catching up, along with Liz, Pepe, AJ, and John.

Liz gave Gino a CD of this weird rapper dude who has a dozen kids and who spells words in a not so appealing way (“toh,” “Philipine,” “Jheniferr”).

Miguel borrowed the CD and showed it to his friends on the other table. He came back to us and said, “They kind of got upset.”

Moved to 6 Underground after to get redder than usual, and talked about how 2006 is, like, o-some.

Medyo Awkward Moment of the night was bumping into someone I recently had a brawl with. The circles that we both move in are so small, we’re bound to see each other anyway, so we shook hands and said hellos to each other. I bet naman that we’ll settle this by the end of the week.

Right now I’m working, but a lot of time here is spent waiting and waiting and waiting, and so I’m just bumming around, eating Mini Stop ice cream.

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Dennis: With all the politicians in Vegas, I sure hope Pacquiao wins or else the country might not have any money left.
James: ...
Dennis: I mean, really. If he fails to win this, he’s gonna lose a lot of trust from the Pinoys. So much for being our modern national hero.
James: ...
Dennis: Pacquiao should really win this. I know he can. If only there isn’t so much politics! Screw those Vegas jerks! Go Pacman!
James: Um, ok.
Dennis: Sorry, I was just trying to sound intelligent.
James: What the hell are you saying??

*

Somebody please tell me where I can take a nap.

Random memory

Waiting for some very, very late friends here in school. So let's blog.

Out of nowhere, I remembered a while ago how Chino and I found the word "cunning" a bit funny and weird when we were in high school.

We'd use "cunning" in sentences and randomly blurt them out.

"Are you cunning?"
"Mike Caseres is cunning."
"Cunning!"


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My punctual friends are here. Time to eat tapsilog in Rodics.

Fastfooling

JENNA

A while ago, at a bench in some corner at Eurostar, she was munchin on a hotdog while I was singin along (complete with gangsta moves) to Eminem's Slim Shady. We were laughin like hell.



I love this girl.

Happy Birthday Jenna!

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GINO

Taking photos of the office's "unique" wasak wasak na ceiling, drinking sevens til we don't feel normal anymore, and chatting about every random shat in the world. And oh, meeting modern day thinkers like Rachel Lobangco.



Gino's an awesome pal.

Happy Birthday Gino!

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MIKE

When we'd watch movies, we'd sneak in chips and drinks in our backpacks. All the time. One time we got caught. You don't wanna know what happened.

Mike's one of the bestest buddies around.



Happy Birthday Mike!

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TIM

He has a great cafeteria with the best spinach quesadilla and lychee shake. He has the nicest and coolest friend around, si Kuya Abet. And oh, he's a totally awesome person.


Oops wrong photo. (This is Mr. Tim Yap Fuan, by the way, who I met in Google.)

Happy Birthday Tim!

Today

The year has been going well - in terms of family, school, the org, work, and sidelines haha. But nothing beats good friends who stay by your side during the most mundane times.

Today crappyness was all over. Things have been going well for the past weeks, and suddenly out of nowhere come these shat who’ve all decided to screw me over on the same day.

Sometimes, you do all you can just to please other people. You allow them to step down on you and kill your ideas in exchange of their own shat. I’ve been trying my best to cooperate, and to make things work, and I’ve been doing this for years - but you just reached the limit. I’m done.

And sometimes, no matter how much trust you’ve given some people - they’ll still screw you over. And over. And over.

But thankfully, I stayed for a few hours in the org house and learned that some people trust me with their lives. And that they believe in me, as much as I believe in them.

The sweetest surprise was findin out that I didn’t have to say a thing, because they all understood where I was coming from.

And I’m glad I walked home and ate Chickenjoy and Burger Steak with my two closest friends in UP (aside from the A boys of course) who are sadly both graduating this March.

I just wanna say this: ever since I can remember, I’ve always listened more than I talked.

My CL teacher told me the day before graduation that no matter what happens, I don’t have to explain anything to anyone, especially things that are related to my personal life. I’ve been doing this ever since; but I’m done with all the shat, and I just wanna say that today I learned so much.

There are far far far more important things than all the crapola people are goin gaga about. Like friendship, and relationships, and being happy with whatever’s there.

And today, more than any other day, I’m glad I decided to go to this school. Everything and everyone’s simple, sincere, and silent. And that’s all I really need.

Blablablabla

2006 is going really well!!!

In other less-perky news, I’m slowly realizing (yes oh yes) that FA28 Ultimate Crush is, in Anna’s words, (just) a factor of INFA28TION. Get it? Anna came up with that. We are very mature, yes. And effortlessly hilarious too. We’re such a riot, nu?

This means time for a new crush. And that’s you, Philo classmate. You know who you are.

Hahahaha. Crazy.

Yesterday, a professor made me and my classmates smile / cry (it was a mix of both) when he ended the class saying, “Okay ladies and gentlemen, today we discussed the importance of examining one’s life. On Thursday we shall answer the questions, “Why am I here?” and “What is my purpose?”

Who’s excited? I know I am.

Need to stop now, gotta wake up for a 7 am (7 am!) shoot tomorrow, and a meeting right after about something big. Well, it’s not pretty big, but it’s a start of something new. Will talk about it when it’s final na. Cliffhanger! Stirring! Gripping!

Inaantok na ‘ko.

Yowza!

Brian's the chillest guy I know ... and by that I mean gullible as rock, it would be a shame if some people didn't take advantage of the scenario. FegaroFegaro.

Happy Birthday Brian!

It's great to be a L' Asian

In 2005, I danced to old soul, sent loads of postcards, talked shaat, watched Muay Thai, daydreamed in public transportation, got addicted to Vietnamese sandwiches, and was easily inglamed by the retardation of others.

It's also the year when one of my close friends Kevin bought a house, which makes me think of A) her sister and B) Vietnamese food. And he introduced me to both of these wonderful things. Therefore I associate him with a ghetto middle school. That and tightie blackies.

It's the year when everything was laughable, even the endorsement essay my cousin Randall wrote for my application letter to a circle.

"James used to have a tendency for punching me in my nuts and breaking my model airplanes. What a punk!"

The year I started getting the hang of doing yard work and BBQing it up to boot. And the year I started proudly reading thick books to get people to look at me with admiration.

The year where several of my days were wasted by crap reality TV, video games or sleeping in the couch.

The year when I found out I can kick with either foot, but can't throw a baseball with authority.

2005 was the year I was like Peter Parker, the kimchee eating version.

12 hours until 2006