Streams of Consciousness… Beware of wordiness*!

…when it comes to carnival rides, that is…hehehe!!

Whooo!!! Finally, the child within me has been nourished!!! For the first time in my innocent life, I have been on a Ferris Wheel ride (I’m not gonna get on it again..ever…except on intimate situations…hehehe) and, get this, I have also been on the Octopus ride, too (that, by far, was the best — next to the Carousel, of course!) !!!

Rei and I (proper use of singular pronoun "I") went to Mugna (that’s Carnival in the universal language) last September 23, and boy, that was a lotta fun!!

Aside from the rides, I also debuted my singing career at the (uhmm..what do u call it?) Video-Singko outlets there..hehehe… CAn you sing "I Will Survive" again, Rei?! Oooohhh…and what about the "My Endless Love" duet we had, huh, huh??….ehehehehe….

Here are some of our "sabog" pics: (just click on the image for a larger view…WARNING: Prepare thyself for the shock of thy life! Don’t say I didn’t warn ‘ya!)

To Marjie,

I am not surprise or wander why Dennis leave you. Why? What reason you can think about but you’re very fat body. I’m thought before that Dennis only use me to his toy but sooner and later I’m realize that he really can’t not beared or stomached to be with you anymore because at first, Dennis say he could not stand you’re habit of making pakialam all his walks and always calling to their house what time he go home or this or that and then he say he get ashame to met you iether in school or in his family and then asking you to exercise you’re very, very, very fat body but you hate it you thoughth you’re the most prettiest girls he know about what do you think you are "Beautiful Girl" of Jose Mari Chan even you are beautiful face(to your think) you do not have the rigth to called me whatsoever or else different name one time or the other for the real purposed to insults my personality because I’m never call you names before iether in front of Dennis or in the backs of Dennis, ! but if you start already to calling me different name to like you are a PIG, FAT, OBESSED, OVERWIGHT AND UGLY SHAPE girl. Shame to you’re body that is to a BUDING. You can’t not blame Dennis for exchanging you to me because I’m am the more sexier than you when you look to us in the mirror. I’m repeat again that you are like Ike Lozada when she is a girl.

FROM: THE SEXIEST GIRL OF D.M.

Ps. You say that I’m the bad breathe But who is Dennis want to kissed. Me or you? You or me? And the final is me.

*puke*..talk about incestual relationship!! hehe..

This Indie film is great! It can be a bit boring at times. Jaclyn Jose has superbly portrayed the role of an ageing prostitue who had sex with a 15-yr-old boy (Angelo Ilagan as Nyoy), whom she found out afterwards that he’s her long lost son! Talk about the world being topsy-turvey!! Hehehe…

Yeah, well the tickets cost 40 pesos…I think it’s worth it…

The thing that I find so dreadfully tragic within me is not my pimples — no, no, every zit tells a story..err, crush, that is — it’s about my phobias.

My fears have always held me back. My high school time strata would’ve been 10x more exciting without them! I am very much aware that we ought to keep in mind that, "The only thing to fear is fear itself"…but that’s rather easier said than done. Yeah, tell THAT to my system!!

DEATH — I thought I was going to die! Cripe! My period of vulnerability arrived to a whopping degree at the Oh-dear-you-are-in-serious-danger meter!

I’m a hazard to my own self. My phobias controlled my perception of things, thus affecting my bodily processes and drastically toppled down my social participation, educational performance, and other aspects which include being ePoH.

Being in 3rd year high school was the initiation of the most traumatic experiences in my carefree life. This was also the time when I made it a hobby to read medical books (unconsciously making myself a hypochondriac — the symptoms of certain sickness seem to manifest themselves within me!! it’s kinda like a virus out of nowhere!). And so, when I read about anorexia nervosa, I thought I had it (which is rather silly coz I’ve always wanted to be fat); when I read about AIDS, TB, and even mental retardation, and other anomalies, I seem to feel that I have it, too! Dear me!!

The gradual decay which was visibly taking place in the very root of our so-called home contributed to it, though…as well as other, rather more subjective and personal stuff.

In toto, I feel that the last 2 years of my high school life was a sham. But I’m glad I’m over (I’m slowly getting there) it too. I have developed a certain indifference toward these matters. It has grown to become a habit…A sense of apathy in which I do not know whether I ought to be thankful for or not…

This chapter is turning to a new page…

Hehehe…I had a sudden flashback-incident today…I just recalled what happened last summer at our Barangay Fiesta (i know, that’s so passe, but I totally have to discuss it..it’s so IRO!).

We had a search for Ms. Teen Maria Cristina and my mom (who wants me to vie for the position of SK Chairman) wanted me to circulate, circulate, and circulate around the community…hehe (talk about an early discreet campaign motive!). So, I did…being the obedient boy that I am (I am?), I did what my mom told me to do. I attended all the fiesta events (okay, maybe except for the basketball tournaments..urgghh!); battle of the bands, parochial stuff, yadah-yadah-yadah…

Okay, for the main course! I was watching the said search…the ladies were fine, I mean, they’re pretty and averagely-hot…BUT (uh-oh, here come the BUTs!) a question was raised at the back of my pretty lil head, "Are they smart enough?"…we’ll soon find out (*thunder and lightning*)!

Here comes the, rather-laughable part… While the contestants were doing their slow ramp rigmarole crap (pardon my tongue) on stage with their bikinis and long gowns on, a voice-over (can i say that?) delivered commentaries, or should I say, "infos" about each of them. Guess what? Can you believe it? — all of them actually READ the Bible!! How inquisitive! Hehe..what a way to catch the audience’s liking! (sarcasm here)…. I mean, seriously! Do you really expect us to believe that you guys..err girls… actually read the Holy Book?! I mean, maybe some of you do, but, I know most of the contestants so, boohoo to you! Nyahaha…

What’s more, there was even one contestant who’s commentary was "Her hobbies include reading the Bible while eating her favorite junk food" — say what?!!! My, my, how appealing (sarcasm still here)! That certainly is one heck of a hobby! nyahaha…

So, you see, there are points which you need to remember when joining a beauty pageant (even mediocre ones):

1. don’t expect yourself to win just because you "read the Bible" and all…

2. don’t memorize ur answers please! answer questions naturally (i dunno how u should do it. it’s ur job to find out how, silly rabbit!)

3. try to see if your gown fits before ramping on the night of the contest.. (sheesh! i, for one, don’t wanna see struggling ladies in their dresses — unless ur busts are capacitated enough to hold ‘em, if you know what i mean!)..and

4. u may be covered with make up and a whole lotta foundations, but those still wont help you when it comes to the "Question and Answer" portion..hang in there sweetie! it’s too late to back out now!! *sinister laugh*..Excellent! (Mr. Burns of The Simpsons)…

Ciao! =P

It wasn’t all that bad…I mean, the adjudicators were BAD (and I mean, totally incompetent and, hmmm, how should I put it?..uhmmm…TANGA), but the experience wasn’t…hehe…

I didn’t do enough flirting…err, socializing, though…but it was fun!

We really didn’t fit in with the crowd  much (because we always stood out..yeah..we stood out so much that we didn’t even win! hehehe…)..

Let me tell u what happened during the finals night… We were running late (okay, really really late). We missed the service bound for URIOS (where the finals was accomodated). We were asked to wear formal (u know, gowns and suits), but when we were on our way to get a cab (from the Balanghai Hotel), we were told (via phone) that people there weren’t wearing the said attire…. We were all, like, "Say hhuuuwaaattt???!!"

This was the climax of it all! Tempers were lost… Everyone was pissed…including our adviser who admitted she had a very low E.Q. (she deliberately wanted to cry and was panicking)… Meanwhile, our President Sayuri was sooo freakin pissed (who wouldn’t? the reason that her luggage was heavy’s coz of the formal attire that she brought with her…tsk, tsk, tsk…)!

But we managed to get to the venue with our casual attire (Sayuri with her short-short- skirts..hehe). We were tired, pissed, and hungry (okay, maybe I was the only one who was hungry…hehehe). But we survived, somehow…hehe… We even asked Allan (chief adj who’s also Sayuri’s, Princess’, Mary Girl’s crush) to have his picture taken with us…(do I smell a stench of socializing?)…wahaha…

We didn’t win..yeah….but it sure doesn’t feel like we lost… ^_^