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what the fuck

I just got the car back from its engine and body make-over. But I don't think this car is going to really last for so long considering how the family driver just used it.

The car is already considered as mine and no one else could use it. Today was an exception because it has to go back to the talyer(sp?) for some minor adjustments. The family driver named Mang Roque drove my mom and sisters to my cousins house before delivering the car to the car shop. On the way home, it was raining so hard that my mom said there was flood. They had two options, to go through a heavy traffic path or a path free of traffic but with flood. My mother insisted to choose the heavy traffic path because no one would really know at that moment how bad the flood is in the other path. However, the fucking asshole driver insisted on taking the path with the flood because there's practically no traffic. Hence, when they got to the flooded part, the water was as high as the hood of the car. Imagine, an old pajero which is already a big and tall car, just comming from another fixing session from the car shop, forcing its way out of the hood-high flood. and that car is MINE! Now it has to go back on Monday because the water flowed inside the hood. who knows what damage has been made. I don't want to drive a car that's at the brink of its death.

Furthermore, the talyer guy saw a vandal on the hood of the car. Someone in school might be mad at me for some fucking reason. Whoever that person is, if I find out who the fuck he is, i'm sure as hell to beat his fucking ass to death.

The post before this in the brotha's way of sayin biatch

Spyware gett'n sneakia

Today was tha first time mah cracka gots infected wit spyware n shit. Although he already had anti-spyware installed, tha spyware found a way in doggystyle. How? A nigga messaged him in yahoo messenga ta send a file. The file icon was a microsoft word icon. Looked harmless n innocent. But once he opened it, boo! spyware everywhere. I remembered ginge wizzy she messaged me a link . Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. I asked wizzle thizzay was n she said she didn't send tizzle at all . It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. Maybe mah playa nigga didn't even knizzow he sent thizzat file. That's whiznat spyware does . It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. It's infect'n yo computa witout you even saggin' . Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. If you don't do sum-m sum-m `bout it, yo brotha wiznill be one huge advertis'n machine ta tha point tizzle it's tha only function yo computa can do upside yo head. Spyware takes up a lot of hard dizzy space thizzay it slows it dizzown fo' sheezy. Sometizzles there's too much spyware you hizzle no choice but ta reformat from tha streets of tha L-B-C.

D-to-tha-izzon't confuse spyware messages F-R-to-tha-izzom spam messages in tha ym . Tru niggaz do niggaz. Spyware messages would appear like http://www.iamnotaspywizzles *emotizzle here* *emotizzle there* or like in mah motherfucka case, a file now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe. So, bitchslap yo nigga F-to-tha-izzirst n ask if he's really send'n a file with my forty-fo' mag. On tha brotha hizzand, spam messages is more of bullshit. Just like "if you diznon't send this in 1 hizzy yo mom will die" (also pleaze dizzay send this ta everyone. it doesn't work. i've tried so much of these cuz its a pimp thang. none worked and yo momma. n it could jizzy be yo nigga mak'n it up)

I heard mah baller rapping `bout a law against spyware is already in tha process of being written. It's not yet dizzle so spywarizzles is still at large with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back. I also heard from him spywares is funded by tha mafia (in fact, every illegal thing is funded by tha mafia). So fo` tha moment, all we can do is shield our pusha frizzay spyware by not being stupid enough ta click on false advertizzles tizzy tizzle us tizzle our bitch is infected by spyware or click'n on wanna be gangsta links that no one told us ta do so or .. killa just be careful yeah yeah ba

Spyware getting sneakier

Today was the first time my brother got infected with spyware. Although he already had anti-spyware installed, the spyware found a way in. How? A friend messaged him in yahoo messenger to send a file. The file icon was a microsoft word icon. Looked harmless and innocent. But once he opened it, boo! spyware everywhere. I remembered ginge when she messaged me a link. I asked what that was and she said she didn't send that at all. Maybe my brother's friend didn't even know he sent that file. That's what spyware does. It's infecting your computer without you even knowing. If you don't do something about it, your computer will be one huge advertising machine to the point that it's the only function your computer can do. Spyware takes up a lot of hard disk space that it slows it down. Sometimes there's too much spyware you have no choice but to reformat.

Don't confuse spyware messages from spam messages in the ym. Spyware messages would appear like http://www.iamnotaspyware.com *emoticon here* *emoticon there* or like in my brother's case, a file. So, bitchslap your friend first and ask if he's really sending a file. On the other hand, spam messages are more of bullshit. Just like "if you don't send this in 1 hour your mom will die" (also please don't send this to everyone. it doesn't work. i've tried so much of these. none worked. and it could just be your friend making it up)

I heard my brother talking about a law against spyware is already in the process of being written. It's not yet done so spyware-ers are still at large. I also heard from him spywares are funded by the mafia (in fact, every illegal thing is funded by the mafia). So for the moment, all we can do is shield our computer from spyware by not being stupid enough to click on false advertisements that tell us that our computer is infected by spyware or clicking on other links that no one told us to do so or .. whatever just be careful. There's a free anti-spyware program named adaware you can use.

First day hayyyy

Sometimes the world just doesn't go the way we want it to. Even if we face the world with the utmost positive energy we have, sometimes the world gives it back with the opposite force. They say smile and you shall receive a smile in return. However, that saying didn't include the part after the word "return" that starts with "HOWEVER....."

I was really excited for the first day of class. Last night I prepared everything: my clothes and my bag. I'm SUPPOSED to wake up early but then again, I snoozed the alarm and went back to sleep. The consequence of that, of course, was I had to hurry things 1.5x faster or else traffic will get me in the neck and choke me before I get to class. Traffic still did get me but thanks to some luck in this world, I didn't get late. I was freaking an hour early!! I was thinking about eating breakfast in the cafeteria first but to my surprise, all tables were taken! The tables weren't full but still.. *selfish* Good thing I brought a banana with me. The bad thing is a part of it was already soggy. GREAT!

Into my first class... The teacher looked bossy. She got broad shoulders man!! At first she was a woman of few words. Mark told me she looked masungit. Then I told my opinion at the wrong time that everyone else went quiet "SHE LOOKS MEAN!" My eyes widened and extended their expanding capacities. Oh no... I only hoped she didn't hear anything. But later on, she said "My ears are trained to eavesdrop. So I can hear anything anyone says even a whisper from the back". I was at the back... and it was a loud whisper I did. Was she hitting on me? I'm doomed! I hope the saying "First impressions last" isn't true.

Later on in Theo class, our teacher was double checking our email addresses. She mentioned Yumi's email add: "y....d....angelic?"

"Yes ma'm" Yumi said

"ANGELIC?" Our teacher asked again.

Yumi nodded while I reiterated "ANGELIC?" a couple more times. She finally get what I mean to say and then... SHE SUDDENLY SLAPPED ME ON THE LEFT JAW. OUUUUUUUUUCH. Then she laughed of course. DAMN IT. I COULDN'T FIGHT BACK. Again, I was helpless against this powerful being. After theo class, I said hi to Kristel and as her greeting, she gave me A PUNCH ON THE LEFT SHOULDER.

Walking along Sec walkway, I saw Esgue and chatted with him for a moment. THen, all of a sudden, Gelo GAVE ME A PUNCH ON THE RIGHT SHOULDER! In less than 3 seconds, Shooli came over and threw his chest at me.

During lunch time Yumi and Aiu were eating in Wok and I followed after my guidance interview. Aiu was intently watching a basketball game and I whispered something to Yumi while looking at Aiu. I haven't even finished my sentence yet and I RECEIVED A SLAP ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE FACE. IF YUMI WASN'T THERE I WOULD'VE CHOKED HER.

In the end, even if the world gives us lemons, there's saying that also says "make lemon juice". These things weren't as bad as you might think they are. They're not even enough to get me pissed. I actually find them very hilarious happening all at my FIRST DAY HAYY.

The OMEhhN

The day the movie "The Omen" is unleashed is also the day I watched it. I wondered if seeing the movie on June 6, 2006 will have an added scare effect. I thought this movie must be something big having that date in it, it must be as interesting as the revelation of Bible secrets in Da Vinci Code. On the poster, there's this creepy looking child with a black dog. Okay... Looks scary so far. I was expecting an action-packed mystery thriller like a combination of movies such as Constantine, The Sixth Sense, Saw, and The Ring. 30 minutes have passed and the plot stayed a flat line. I then realized this movie is a combination of Land of the Dead, Dawn of the Dead, The Crow, and The Dark.

Turning point... What's the turning point again? Oh yeah, the child is the devil's son! That's pretty predictable. In fact, everything is pretty predictable. Evil reigns...People die... Someone's suppose to kill the kid...bad ending. There's this photographer who caught pictures of people about to die. Was this movie directed by the same director in Final Destination? Where'd he come from? He suddenly knows about anti-christ things and teams up with the protagonist. He died leaving nothing that could've contributed to make an excellent movie. The music also helped predict what will happen next. Once you hear that creepy music, you can expect something popping out of the screen in five seconds.

I really thought the movie would be an action-packed, forever-haunting movie. I thought the kid will bring hell to earth and there would be a war waged between hell and heaven. That would be some grand war like in Lord of the Rings. After watching the movie you wouldn't be haunted by the number nor any elements shown in the movie. But the price of the movie ticket will surely haunt you forever. Your subconscious will tell you, "Congratulations, you just burned away your money." Oh man...

no pain, no fun

So some of my blockmates wanted to celebrate the end of summer classes with a "lunch". It turned out the meaning of "lunch" was "inuman sa drew's 7pm". Sheesh inuman? I was thinking the whole afternoon If I'm going to injest liters of alcohol or stay and rot in the house. During the second semester some of my blockmates and I were drinking twice a week. And ever since the end of second semester I haven't tasted the excitement of alcohol. I was alcohol-free for the longest time. Then suddenly, may inuman? It was 5pm already and I haven't decided yet. I'm really not allowed to drink in the first place. Aside from being scared of having a beer belly, I'm hyperacidic. Feeding myself with alcohol is nearly suicide. I had been pondering for so long between staying clean or unleashing the wild beast. At 7pm at last I have decided. Live fast, die young , unleash the beast, baby!

On my way to drew's my mind was craving for alcohol. I didn't care much about the cars on the way. "Move, bitch" was the recurring line on the way to drew's. I'm finding my way to get to alcohol and similarly, alcohol was finding its way to me. I parked inside the Ateneo just across Shakey's so it would be easier for me to sprint and reach the alcohol haven in the shortest time possible. After I parked I saw Raf and Karen sitting in a bench. May party para kay JOSE. Kailan? Ngayon na!! These guys really like short notices. OH hell isa pang inuman? Well, sorry to them the party is too far and I'm just a few seconds away from getting my dosage of alcohol. Sa drew's na ko diba. I was going down the overpass when I remembered my doctor told me drinking water will dilute the acid in the stomach, making the pain less painful. So I decided to stop by 7 eleven first to buy bottled water. On the way there, someone shouted my name. Inside the car were Nica and Jean. Punta ka mamaya sa bahay ko!....anong oras?....Kahit ano text ka lang... Oh bloody hell, isa pang inuman!? Good thing Jean's house is just near mine. I decided to drop by AFTER I have my drink with my lit blockmates. After buying my 1 Liter mineral water, finally I arrived to drew's.

Kaunti lang iinumin ko... Kaunti lang iinumin ko... Ervin, Christian, Jello, Sam, Doreen, Ces, Bax, and Ali were there. They've already started drinking gin mixes. Wow, gin mixes, I missed you so much but kaunti lang iinumin ko. I got my share of the shots and realized it was just like drinking zesto juice packs. I thought there was nothing wrong with drinking more alcohol. A little bit more wouldn't hurt. After several gin mixes, I wasn't feeling anything yet. The last gin mix we drank was gin mango. Ces even got me to drink two shots after going to the bathroom saying I got left behind the shot count. Of course I didn't believe her. She was giggling too much the gin she was holding with her hand almost spilled. Nevertheless, I drank it. After that I think I was already talking too much. Alcohol makes me say anything I want without no regards to whatever anyone would say. And that's bad for me. I remembered even shouting "may cleavage na ko!!" when there's really none. Why the hell did I say that? I really have no clue. I was already red from drinking when my brother's girlfriend showed up and caught me. What's worse was she took a picture of me. My family only knew I was going to eat dinner at Shakey's. I am so dead. But what the hell, nothing matters anymore when alcohol takes over. The final drink was Weng Weng. I just drank about 4 shots of weng weng and I already went weng weng. It was enough. I was still going to drive to Jean's house. More shots would leave me weng weng to the hospital.

Finally I gave up. I had to go. Sam, Ces, Ali and Jello asked if they could be dropped off. On the way to the car, I saw the car's headlights still on! Omg that's how badly I wanted to drink? I even left the lights on? How could I not notice ? I could still see the surroundings but everything was so blurred it seemed like a dream. I had no idea how I managed to drop them without bumping on something. One moment i'm hear then the next second I'm way over there in front without knowing how i got there. pag nakainom talaga may teleport skills. Thinking about it scares me even up to now. I'm just glad they're not hurt. Maybe i'll remove 2 shots next time so I'll be a little bit farther from death. I also had no idea how i got to Jean's house. But by the time I got there sobrang bawas na yung tama. They offered me pansit but i told them I cannot have anything spicy due to hyperacidity. So nica said "sige calamansi na lang sayo"... Nooooooooooooooooooo I can't really have PANSIT..ANY pansit.. too much sodium will also kill me. I refused and refused until Jean said Hinde! kainin mo yan! I was helpless..


as i'm typing this.. my stomach hurts like hell. but it was the kind of fun i haven't experienced for so long and the pain is worth it. (the last time i was drinking too)

**oh yeah i have to thank sam for yelling at me to stop drinking 5 more shots of weng weng. I could've seriously damaged my spine in a car crash if she didn't . you rock my socks off sam!