the noselift party

waha!

2007-03-30T06:15:00.000-07:00

i write sins not tragedies

2006-11-06T08:05:00.000-08:00

pupil dilation

2006-09-30T17:40:00.001-07:00

hoi. click here.

west's not dead

6,502,867,120

2006-07-26T02:38:00.000-07:00

at this moment there are six billion, five-hundred and two million, eight hundred and sixty seven thousand one hundred and twenty people in the world-give or take a few. and sometimes all you need is one. for better or for worse.

- lucas scott, one tree hill

not everyday will be sunny

2006-07-26T01:35:00.000-07:00

along with her gazillion-kph winds and gut-busting rain, glenda brought with her rhinoviruses(?), disoriented roaches(?), and disappointments for me. the weekend was looooong yet i felt i haven't done anything productive.

a lot of times i stared at my medicinal chem notes, hoping that my brain would have a sudden scanner-like ability, which would hopefully translate to my hands' printer-like ability come exam time.

i failed to watch gma's sona. this gravely affected me because i resolved that i would be a semi-student activist - or at least a politically and socially aware UP student. instead, i watched raising helen, batista & jbl's match on smackdown, and that stupid, stupid house of wax.

also, i did not get any sleep last night because i drank a tall cup of frappe (what? it was tempting). my body probably got so excited that it absorbed all the caffeine - since it was my first cup of coffee in many months of abstinence. this resulted to me being zombie-like all day.

to top it all off, i flunked my very first exam this semester.

yes, not everyday will be sunny, i thought as i squished a weird looking insect with my shoe.

- 10x whiner

same old same old

2006-07-17T05:28:00.000-07:00

Blanko. di sinasadyang maging ganito… i just saw session road’s music video in myx. this song has caught my ear the first time i heard it ― on the radio when 97.1 covered the eraserfest at up diliman. i was spiritually there on that night.

the video was… well, white. the background was white and the band was wearing, (guess what?) white clothes, except for the drummer, who was instead covered in paint of the same color. here is the connection between the song and the video’s prominent color: the french word for white is blanc. =>

the song: no, it’s not a tribute to rivermaya’s frontman. i do not perfectly understand its meaning, since i stink at interpreting literary pieces (i beg for the forgiveness of my hum I instructor). however, “Blanko” caught my attention primarily because: it says a lot about me right now.

Blanko. my mind is a tabula rasa. as blank as my math exam paper. as white as my uniform (note: white does not refer to purity and innocence in my case). my worst nightmare has come true. again.

sclera

2006-07-17T05:19:00.000-07:00

three new members were added to the now growing, vm family -
kat: long lost sister / master guitarist / aka karen
rio: distant cousin / you-know-who's drummergirl / drinking expert
jed: adopted brother / basta, astig to / waistline 29

here's something interesting:
the beatles, when they visited the philippines, did not go to the malacañang when they were invited. as a result, they were beaten (a bit) by goons because they snubbed the marcoses.
reference: http://twistedbyjessicazafra.blogspot.com/

apparently, the eraserheads did not break up because fame got into ely's head. it was more of like fame got into raimund's head. ely and diane gave an interview to pulp magazine regarding their side of the break-up story.
honestly, i do not know whose story to believe, ely's, or that of the other three. one thing's for sure though, the eraserheads were the greatest band in the pinoy music scene ― their songs will rock on 'til hell freezes.

before my neurons freeze back to ice age

2006-07-14T09:47:00.000-07:00

* i saw ariane cry today. it was strange since i have always known her for being good at hiding her feelings (sounds like west...). i guess everybody has their moments.
* ariane and i decided to change our surnames - to viegelmann! like real viegelmanns, we spoke en anglais and ignored tagalog words all afternoon.
* we played during the freshmen night last july 7. before that, rio and i almost didn't attend our classes because we were too busy jamming with randy (he plays mean guitar).
* i just missed a sandwich gig at robinsons because of a make up class. i also forgot to bring my 5 on the floor cd that day - i failed to get diego and mike to sign it. the most i could do was take their pictures.
* its nice to know that i have friends who would side with me when people from hell start getting on my nerves.
* "goal", in my opinion, is just a typical face-your-fears-live-your-dreams, inspirational movie. yet i like it. =)
* recruitment period for "the drug" is over. only four applicants submitted their pieces: 2 writers, 1 photojournalist, and 1 cartoonist.
* unexpectedly, i am now a college-version "honor student". no, your grades don't define character.
* gma announced "no classes on friday" then took it back, probably just to piss us all off. to gma,

hey megalomaniac, you're no Jesus, yeah you're no fucking elvis!
wash your hands clean of yourself, maniac step down, step down, Step Down!

fourteen random facts and a lie

2006-06-27T08:06:00.000-07:00

1. because of a chocolate bar experiment, i accidentally made a chocalate spread which would give the makers of crumpy and nutella a run for their money.
2. my earliest accident memories (ex. falling down the stairs, bike tumbling down the ramp) always involve my cousin, who's 5 days younger than i am.
3. i once considered teaching good manners and right conduct to the out of school youth.
4. when someone tells me to hurry up, i slow down on purpose just to irritate the person.
5. our family went to spain once because dad won a free trip for four. "buenos diaz" was my entire spanish vocabulary back then (and it still is now).
6. i ride the fx everyday to school. almost all of the drivers belonging to that terminal treat street lamps like christmas lights - those changing green, red, and yellow lights are just decorations for them.
7. if ever the great flood would come, i'd gather my books, computer, and cd collection and row out with my bed.
8. i think rockstars say the coolest words.
9. jessica zafra is my favorite writer. she doesn't approve the comments i post in her blog. myrene academia is my favorite bassist. she doesn't reply to mails i send in the sandwich mailing list.
10. physics bores me to death.
11. i feel that i am musically inclined. i thought myself to play the guitar, bass, and keyboards. my friends and i formed a band. we jam once every ten years.
12. i am lucky that i got one of the new lockers in school. i now use it to hoard glasswares.
13. i have a friend whose opinion on paris hilton's new video is: "nilalandi niya iyong mga buko!"
14. "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" - a quote i bear in mind whenever i face many tough challenges in school
15. we once buried a friend under sand in subic. we made her boobs.

took me three scores to write this =)

the tangrapemane incident

2006-06-23T05:44:00.000-07:00

i have 4 types of days:

1. "in high spirits" day
- too happy to write. would rather eat, talk, and laugh idiotically all day.
2. "interesting" day
- something worthy of writing down happens. the experience may be surreal, fascinating or totally bizarre, but not ugly.
3. "pissed off" day
- a very vile thing happens - but still, it is note-worthy. entries and prose written are very angst-driven.
4. "really really pissed off" day
- punching and kicking everything in my way seems to be the most logical thing to do during days like these.

today is day # 4. fuck this day, and fuck chemistry by the way.

the drug

2006-06-18T02:05:00.000-07:00

here is what our org's ad looks like:

GOT FLAIR? Share your talent. Put your thoughts down into writing.

Got Big IDEAS but a small VOICE? Amplify yourself. Sign up.

The PHARMAKON wants you!

- The Editorial Staff

*
i am so getting the hang of being an org officer.

my porn name is hamm dizon

2006-06-17T08:36:00.000-07:00

what my friend told me today shocked me. it made my stomach do three somersaults in a row. i'm flattered by what i heard but are they serious? sorry, it's top secret, can't tell you. it might lead to bloodshed and even my own *gasp!* assassination. but keep posted, i might change my mind in a couple of days. =)

apologies, my 2 faithful readers. the first week in school was so pharm (if you know what i mean) that i barely had enough time to blog. i was even a bit scared that i might have lost all my blogging abilities those past few days. i'm going to spare you all the pharm details, but to give you a hint of what's going on my mind,
Mimosa pudica Linn. (Fam. Fabaceae)
0.1 N KMnO4 VS is standardized using Na2C2O4, a primary standard …
there. enough said.

here is a rundown of my first week:
1st day: no classes. teacher gives a thousand page assignment. eic gives a speech onstage with assoc editor waving old pharmakon issues like an idiot. rain rain rain.
2nd day: lab day. lab this day or heyt this day. met new phch27 grpmates. will synth benzidine. phch35 teacher talks restlessly for 5 hours. students get scared as hell of 35.
3rd day: start writing prelab report. no classes yet on AS. wait til september. library becomes official habitat of 3rd year students.
4th day: start tabulating medicinal plants. former eic becomes pcog instructor. gets sick tabulating. pass prelab report. phch27 rocks. history of college of pharmacy revisited.
i am a robot.

i spent saturday doing the every semester trip to bambang and recto. alas! i don't have to buy test tubes anymore. i bought the usual "madaling mawala"s: ceramic spat, pasteur pipet, rubber tubing, cork etc... the clerk in one store was so moronic. i was so close to strangling her to death.

recto was more fun. after 30 minutes, i still couldn't find my friends tyler, patrick, wilson & gisvolds. we found a marked-down version of w&g after an hour but never found tyler nor patrick. i ended up bringing home 5 books that afternoon. i was on a roll – i almost bought the entire recto.

fashyown.

first day high

2006-06-12T04:03:00.000-07:00

today was a freakishly boring day (as was most of my summer days). i swear i won't be a bum when i grow up. i get a sneak preview of bum life every summer.

today was hot. i was praying for rain all day and it didn't help that i had "rainsong" by imago playing in my head. maybe i should have sang it aloud, that would've helped.

first day high isn't as amusing as first day punk. the part where "first day" was spelled out stinked. i tried my best to keep that tiny detail from bothering me but it still did. it's like this when you're mental. speaking of mental, i watched the machinist today. i just didn't finish it because my dad (who is a worse mental case) interrupted me because he has to watch nba. christian bale portrays a total nut in that movie. i have to slap myself hard ten times to convinve myself that he is christian bale. (i actually looked fatter than him in that film.)

tomorrow's first day of school. yey. groan. bittersweet (a word i picked up from rio's blog). first period is at 10 am. (i get to wake up late during tuesdays and saturdays - real yey! =) then i have to attend the freshie orientation at 1 pm. our org will be introduced by our eic. being one of the few surviving members of our small org, i have to be there. (yes, i do have a conscience...)

today's mood: dark. gloomy. think war. famine. poverty. the holocaust.
have a nice day. =(

6,470,818,671

2006-06-11T02:40:00.000-07:00

at this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. some are running scared. some are coming home. some tell lies to make it through the day. others are just not facing the truth. some are evil men, at war with good. and some are good, struggling with evil. six billion people in the world, six billion souls. and sometimes… all you need is one.

- peyton sawyer, one tree hill

the state of being indie

2006-06-11T01:41:00.000-07:00

when music artists produce their albums without the help of major record companies, they are called independent artists - indie for short. independence, the state of being indie, is a word that has been recited like a mantra in history class in grade school. tomorrow is independence day, there are no classes, and it is luan's birthday.

Happy Birthday!!!

i hope she reads this post. i gave her the url on my last e-mail. she very rarely uses the computer...

luan and i have been schoolmates ever since grade school but we only became friends in our sophomore year in high school. we share many things in common, one is vanity, which she passed on to me =) . i somehow lost it anyway when i entered college. we used to hang out in their house a lot. oh, and she once attempted to throw a hammer at me. luan and i were closest when we were high school seniors.

her family migrated to california one year ago. she now works and studies there.

while i'm on the subject of migrating friends...

monet is also moving to the US in a few months with her family. we identified her with bon jovi back in high school because of her bangs =) . kidding. she influenced me to listen to incubus, vertical horizon, and staind. monet and i shared a lot of fun food trips together. i'm definitely going to miss her since she was one person i could easily talk to on the phone.

sigh. =(

x-men 4: the last last stand. we promise.

2006-06-09T06:14:00.000-07:00

dear x-men producers,

i felt that x-men 3 shouldn’t be the last of the series. i believe that a sequel to “the last stand” be made. in that case, it wouldn’t be called a trilogy, right? Would it be called a quadrilogy instead?

anyway, i am suggesting that the following be part of the storyline:

* rogue’s (marie’s) powers returns and is now stronger than ever. she couldn’t control it and accidentally kills iceman (bobby).

* it turns out that cyclops (scott) wasn’t really killed by jean. he got thrown off to alkaline lake and his powers provided him protection (? - woohoo!) which helped him survive. he comes back as a male phoenix.

* angel gets a bigger role. i still haven’t figured out what will that be but it has to be BIG and significant this time.

* mystique’s powers return too. she decides to build her own army of mutants and lift off the golden gate bridge. but she realizes she can’t do that so she joins forces with magneto (again!)

* magneto, on the other hand, has one sole role: he ruins everything for everybody. (snore)

(you cannot inject metallic iron in the body! the person will die! – in x-men 2)

* as for prof. x… i still haven’t decided about him too. we all know that his consciousness transferred to another body blah blah blah.

at the end of the movie, the camera should zoom in on jean’s grave… then a hand shoots up from the ground ― now that would be a good starting point for x-men 5!

my most nonsense entry

2006-06-06T03:09:00.000-07:00

odessa is my maksci idol. she is mean with the pen (or in modern times, the keyboard). you should go check out her friendster blog.

"pull his short... hear me calling... stop before you start falling... pull his short... heed my warning you've been wrong before don't be wrong anymore..." - a text message from milette. i wasn't able to come to her debut. i felt like shit. :(

pol currently works at a call center. i think she's pretty much enjoying telemarketing life - she likes earning her own dough.

am i supposed to take 2 nat sci subjects?

i am so f-ing fickle minded. karate or pilates? i don't feel like taking PE. the best thing about taking PE during your upperclassmen years is that you get to know how young you actually look. my 1st year classmates last term thought i was also a freshie.

today is June 6, 2006. 6-6-06.

the omen hits the silverscreen. =0

eng101

2006-05-31T00:14:00.000-07:00

i am not a technical writer. especially not in the morning. or any other time of day for that matter. people have been requesting me to write all sorts of stuff for them - business proposals, resumés, application letters, promissory notes and other whathaveyous. technical writing (if that's what you call it) i can't do - but blogging i think i can.

cracked glass like moving stars

2006-05-30T23:47:00.000-07:00

the first jeep ride on the way home was long. and sleep inducing. in no time i was bumping other passengers left and right because of waves of slumber. to my left is a woman, a mother with her daughter. to my right is a suspicious man in a barong. it was embarrassing – me sleeping on the jeep. but who cares? no one there knows me. they will never see me again.

i just spent the stupidest six and a half minutes of my life. my impromptu speech just made me lose ethos. can i ever get it back in time for my extempo? it was crazy. i did not make a lot of sense. however, the worst part was i exposed the private life of one of my closest pals. i tried to give a "codename" for her but her real name slipped off my tongue. damn it. the introduction took more than half the time allotted. the body barely made sense. i did not have enough time to conclude. i considered jumping off the building after class.

then there was my pe class. taekwondo made me realize two things - one, sports is not my passion, two, i am a weakling. i sparred with a lot of people today. i beat three – two girls and a brown belter. the brown belter did not make any effort. it's either he felt sorry for me or he thought i wasn't worth it. he did scratch my right forearm with his toenails though – but he could have ripped of my entire head with his foot if only he tried. as for the rest of the matches, when my classmates weren't breaking my legs and arms, they were crushing my ribs. all that while saying "hindi naman ako malakas sumipa eh!"

but it wasn't the scratches, bruises, body aches, and almost broken bones that made me say sports is not my passion. it was my attitude towards sports. i knew it ever since i started playing other sports back in high school. i just didn't accept it. i had this negative thinking that affected the way i play. i easily gave up, lost hope at the slightest hint of difficulty. i just didn't let it show.

i reflected on these again and again on the second jeep ride home. it was a bad day. i hated my shoes so i bought slippers. then i hated the slippers, they were too small. it wasn't the worst day of my life but still i detest it. as my brain pressed rewind then play again, i stared at the broken glass window in the jeep. it was like a galaxy of moving stars as the streetlights shone.