Tuesday, November 30, 2004


I left my diskette today, so I guess I'll pass on writing a blog entry for now. But it's all there already. I just have to check for myself and re-edit the post here and there...

It'll prolly be up by tomorrow... oh, well.

I feel a bit tired, though. Looks like I can't quite handle a lot of things I've been up to, plus voice chat and the like has been such a unicorn to me. Much as I'd want to keep in touch with certain people, my state has made it rather impossible...

Monday, November 29, 2004

I have another serious post about a friend I'm holding onto, but I'd post it when it's less... sticky to do so...

.:Today's LSS:.

Out Of My League
by Stephen Speaks

it's her hair and her eyes today
that just simply take me away
and the feeling that i'm falling further in love
makes me shiver but in a good way
all the times i have sat and stared
as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair
and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays,
with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say
coz i love her with all that i am
and my voice shakes along with my hands
coz she’s all that I see and she’s all that I need
and i'm out of my league once again

it's a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me
as the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes
and i feel like i'm falling but it's no surprise
coz i love her with all that i am
and my voice shakes along with my hands
cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea
but i'd rather be here than on land
yes she's all that i see and she's all that i need
and i'm out of my league once again

it's her hair and her eyes today
that just simply take me away
and the feeling that i'm falling further in love
makes me shiver but in a good way
all the times i have sat and stared
as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair
and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays,
with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say
coz i love her with all that i am
and my voice shakes along with my hands
cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea
but i'd rather be here than on land
yes she's all that i see and she's all that i need
and i'm out of my league once again

.:Today's Boardwork:.

... is for the brokenhearted.

As a favor to a special friend, today's boardwork was top to bottom, all about heartbreak songs. I guess it would hopefully be cathartic for this friend of mine, and help this friend move on in due time...

I can't believe how this went full circle...


Finally completed the Underground Seas that I needed. At the same time, I have a shiny Unhinged Swamp... all I need is a shiny Unhinged Island... maybe three total... heh.

.:Lovely Moments:.

I managed to twist April's arm enough to have her go to my class with Fr. Ferriols and sit in. While she was smiling and all over how old and slow Fr. Ferriols was, she found the meat of his lecture to be most enlightening. I figure she was drawn to the unique stories and assorted things Fr. Ferriols had in store for the class. I figure she's not quite used to that, as Mochi, her teacher, is more of a by-the-book kind of a person...

Anyways, I owed her one for bringing along the Fruitworks juice. I really appreciated it, and I'm glad she enjoyed her time in the class...


Two straight dates with Grace, and both were food trips. Let me just say that I especially like Lamb Burger from Brothers, although I figure lamb still goes best with rice and not in between a sandwich. Grace and I had a fun date for the most part, although the both of us were fairly tired. We were just walking around the place and all in Greenhills, before we headed out to Galleria and ran into Dominique, who apparently quit his job recently. Lucky guy, really. Really lucky...

In any case, yesterday, I was with Grace again, and this time we were just around the Mandaluyong area, having our fill of squid. Let's just say a lot of great ideas came out of that, and my new shirt looks really great... I'll show it off next time... heh.

I am currently looking at a potential business in my hands. I think that considering this is the traditional retail business we're talking about and it's arguably the most lucrative thing I've ever run into, there's no reason for me to not give this a try...


This is a crazy tournament report, and that's precisely why I'm going to write it...

First Round:

First match was against Peppy. The thing is, he was running a red-green deck with regular creatures and elements of beatdown here and there. I managed to draft a combo-friendly blue-green deck that used a few Gotcha keywords in conjunction with Loose Lips as well as having Johnny, Combo Player on my side to wreak havoc.

In any case, first game saw us trying to cast creatures for the beat down, and I actually had to mulligan during the first game. I managed to win it by swinging some fatal beats with the Shoe Tree (Which required me to put my shoes on it as +1/+1 counters.) and some other creature. I used Framed to tap all his potential blockers.

One thing I noticed about this match, though: Nobody seems to want to block those Red Hot Hotties, regardless if they're blockable. I don't think screaming like an insane fool would really be an enticing thing to do... oh, well. I won with my crazy card combos, although he got me once with that Touch and Go card...

Avatar of Me managed to do the trick for me, though. Given my height and shoe size, that critter was a 6'10 beatstick...

Standing: 1-0

Second Round:

My second match was against Mikey. He was running a black-white defensive deck, I believe, and I was particularly lucky with my permission. However, I ended up losing the match a couple of times when I got mana screwed after winning the first game via stable beatdown. I was beginning to have a wicked combo going for me already, as I asked him to say the word “creature” in the Loose Lips card, which meant he'd have to bounce back any of my Creature Guy cards in the graveyard. I had problems blocking his creatures though, since his key one was flying. At the same time, my card draw engine wasn't going too well...

Oh, yeah. I hate AWOL, by the way. More on that later, though.

Amazing how Johnny, Combo Player can really make for an amazing card in the game. He practically helped me control the first game via fishing out all my permission. It's just too bad I didn't manage to win the succeeding games as Johnny got AWOLed way too soon...

Standing: 1-1

Third Round:

I went against Franco, who was also running black and white. Similar deck to Mikey's, but Franco seems to be even better with more fast critter drops like Vile Bile and Bad Ass. I lost twice in a row to him as I mostly couldn’t do much about the stuff he had, and he had creature kill which kept my stuff from getting off the ground. Rod of Spanking is a funny card, and the effect of having to sound submissive is just pretty funny.

Now, AWOL was misread by the S.J. to say that the creature doesn't come back even in another game, which wasn't the case. With that being said, I was screwed out of a Keeper of the Sacred Word and a Johnny, Combo Player, who were AWOLed by Franco first game and Mikey during our prior match, respectively. That clearly hosed me from doing anything about my opponents...

In any case, I still got a decent deck to work with, and I'd like to continue joining Unhinged tournaments mainly because I sure could use the cute lands... heh.

Lessons Learned From The Tournament:

– Never, ever use Mouth To Mouth. It's a sorcery that makes me have a breath-holding contest with my opponent to gain control of an opposing creature. Thing is, I never won in the four times I cast the effing spell. Once, I laughed, the second time I laughed because someone kept on saying “porno, porno, porno” in a really funny way, and the third and fourth time, I was up against Franco, the scuba diver. Ack.

– Shoe Counters are fine, as long as they're not on the L5R tablecloths.

– Nothing like having Richard Garfield on your side and a good knowledge of cards and casting costs... too bad I never got my hands on one.
– Loose Lips is amazing!
– AWOL is good for only one game.
.:Vindication, Part V:.

Author's Note: The characters depicted in this story are all copyright of the WWE. The storylines depicted are not necessarily reflective of the current storylines of the WWE.

Previously, John Cena and Chris Benoit have been slated to face off with Booker T and Rene Dupree on Smackdown after having gotten involved in a confrontation in RAW with Booker and Evolution. Chris Benoit was slated to have a title match against HHH, only to have it end in a non-contest and a severe three-on-one beatdown of Benoit, as Cena was sent out of the building at the behest of Eric Bischoff.

Chris Benoit is having second thoughts about still going for the Smackdown Title, though. He is not only standing to lose his RAW Title, he is also possibly losing his good friend, John Cena. If they win tonight’s tag team match, they move on to face each other for the vacant Smackdown Title.

Josh Matthews: I'm backstage here with Chris Benoit right now, here on Smackdown. Last Monday night, we saw him wrestle HHH to a no-contest on RAW, and end up getting a severe beatdown at the hands of Evolution. Tonight, he will be wrestling with John Cena in a tag team match against Booker T and Kurt Angle to determine the final two contenders for the vacant WWE Championship. Kurt Angle has made it to this level in the tournament in lieu of Rene Dupree, whom he defeated in a match earlier tonight.

Chris Benoit: All that talk, and still no questions for me?

Josh Matthews: Well, Chris, I just wanted to ask what everyone else must want to know: are you a hundred percent tonight? And are you apprehensive over having to potentially wrestle John Cena next week on Smackdown in case you win this tag match? He's one of your closest friends, after all.

Chris Benoit: It's beside the point if I'm a hundred percent or not tonight, Josh. All that's important is that Booker and Angle get it into their skulls that I'm still the World Heavyweight Champion, and that should remind them who's the top guy in the company today.

Josh Matthews: True, but even then...

Booker T: Whoah, whoah, whoah! You're really talking some smack right now, aren't you? Well, I hope your punk-@$$ can cash that check your mouth wrote for yourself when I get you in the ring tonight, sucka!

Chris Benoit and Booker T stare each other down before Booker backs away and leaves Benoit behind. Their match is next, and Benoit makes his way to the ring already.

In the arena, Booker T and Angle are already in the ring. Chris Benoit's music plays, and the crowd are on their feet for the World Heavyweight Champion. He walks towards the rampway and stares Booker and Angle down.

Michael Cole: It's amazing how popular Chris Benoit is, and it's amazing how he's still here on Smackdown, despite being a RAW superstar.

Tazz: Only goes to show that Smackdown is really where the people want to be seen at. And yeah, John Cena's coming next!

As John Cena's music plays, he saunters into the ring holding a microphone. Looks like he wants to start with a rap before anything else.

John Cena: A'ight, a'ight. Chill. Kurt Angle and Booker T're both in the ring tonight. They think they're going to put on one hell of a fight.

The crowd boo heavily at the mention of Angle and Booker. John Cena cracks into a smile and continues.

John Cena: But you know what? They're not gonna stand a chance when Chris and I get in that ring. They're gonna go down for the count faster than a summer Trish Stratus fling.

Tazz: Cena's pushing some buttons here even before the match begins, Cole!

John Cena: Angle and Booker, you guys really go together. Booker's all antsy 'cause his hair got caught in the blender. Angle likes to make a lot of noise. He's touched down everything, even little boys. Oh it's true, it's true.

Tazz: Look at Angle! He looks livid!

John Cena: You guys go well together 'cause your both really sick. You're not out for the title, you just want to go lick some...

John Cena points the mic to the audience and lets them complete the rhyme for him.

Michael Cole: I can tell neither Angle nor Booker are amused about this. The question for tonight, though, is whether or not Angle is all fine tonight after having wrestled a grueling match against Renee Dupree earlier this evening, and whether or not Benoit is a hundred percent, given the beating he received at the hands of Evolution last Monday night.

Tazz: You got that right, Cole! The bell is rung, and we're off to the races!

Michael Cole: Cena and Angle start the match off for their respective teams and start with a collar and elbow lockup. Angle uses his amateur background to turn it into a ground fireman's carryover. Angle scores the first knockdown in the match!

Tazz: You think these four guys can work with their respective teammates well enough tonight? I mean, whoever wins this match will face off against each other next week for the title!

Michael Cole: I know what you mean, Tazz. I think that's the least of their worries right now, though. Oh, wow! Angle got an armdrag on Cena, and it looks like Angle is working on Cena's arm here. That's interesting.

Tazz: I like to see submissions here. I love it when a guy taps out.

Michael Cole: Cena gets on his feet and whips Angle to the ropes. Angle tries a clothesline, and Cena ducks it!

Tazz: Cena lays on a bunch of rights and lefts! Wow! He's really fired up tonight!

Michael Cole: Cena's got the advantage now, but Angle counters a punch into a wristlock. The Doctor of Thuganomics reverses the hold!

Tazz: Cena and Angle have had a long history with one another. I mean, Cena's first match here on Smackdown was against Angle!

Michael Cole: That's right, Tazz. And now, Cena makes the tag to Benoit, who wrenches Angle's arm around. I think he's setting Angle up to make him tap to the Crossface the moment he hits it on Angle.

Tazz: No duh, Cole. Isn't that the way to do it anyways?

Michael Cole: Benoit whips Angle to the ropes, but Angle reverses. Whoah! Nice overhead belly to belly suplex from Angle to Benoit.

Tazz: Man, Benoit doesn't look so fresh in the ring now.

Michael Cole: You're the master of the obvious, Tazz. Benoit struggles to get to his feet, and Angle throws a couple of punches at Benoit. Benoit uses a knee to Angle's gut, and Angle responds with an Irish Whip. Benoit hits the ropes, but holds onto it, and Angle whiffs a dropkick! Oh, wow!

Tazz: Wow is right! Benoit is using this opportunity to lock in the Sharpshooter. Angle thinks quickly and grabs the ropes before anything can happen, though.

Michael Cole: Benoit hits a couple of stiff chops to Angle's chest, and kicks him in the gut. DDT! Benoit goes for the cover, one, no! Not even a two-count there!

Tazz: It's too early in the match for that, Cole. Benoit picks up Angle again, and Angle pushes Benoit towards the referee! The referee was blinded for a moment, and Angle hits the mother of low blows on Benoit! Looks like Benoit would've wanted to lose another tooth instead of get hit with that, Cole!

Michael Cole: With a dirty trick like that, the tide has quickly turned, and Angle makes the tag to Booker T, who works on Benoit. The referee is too busy with the match to notice Angle is crossing the other side of the ring, and he's now taunting John Cena!

Tazz: Chris gets whipped into Cena! Cena didn't see that it was an accident, and he looks angry!

Michael Cole: Uh-oh. I think he's thinking Benoit wanted to soften him up for tonight, as well. And he steps down from the apron! He's walked out on Benoit! Benoit's bewildered now.

Tazz: Angle tosses a chair into the ring behind the referee! What's wrong with Brian Hebner? Is he blind?

Michael Cole: Here it comes. Angle's distracting the ref now, and Booker goes for the chair. Bam! The chair connects, and Benoit is down!

Tazz: Wait a minute!

Michael Cole: That wasn't the smartest move there, was it? The referee turned around in time to see the chair shot happen, and he promptly disqualifies Booker and Angle! Looks like Cena and Benoit are going to fight for the title next week!

Tazz: Angle is beside himself! Look at him confront Booker now, and look at Benoit standing between them. This doesn't look good...

Michael Cole: I felt robbed with that match, Tazz. It wasn't supposed to be that way. John Cena got ticked off at his partner and walked out of the arena, but Benoit won the match via DQ on his own! And now, the three get into a three-way brawl!

Tazz: But wait! John Cena's back! And he's got a steel chair! Booker and Angle bail from the ring!

Michael Cole: John Cena and Benoit stare each other down, and Benoit accosts Cena for walking out on him. Oh, this is bad. This looks like a fatal miscommunication.

Tazz: Looks like Cena's had enough talk for the night! He blasted the Rabid Wolverine with a sick chair shot to the face!

Michael Cole: Come on! This shouldn't be happening!

Tazz: But it is, Cole! Look at Cena, he's locking on the crossface to Benoit! Refs are getting into the ring to separate the two guys. This is way too much!

All of a sudden, a familiar music plays.

Michael Cole: This is even yet another surprise for the night! The chairman of the WWE, Vince McMahon, is now in the arena!

Vince McMahon: Enough! I'm not going to let this continue! This match is over! John Cena, since you seem to want to use the Crossface so much, I'm going to make this a first to tap out match for next Thursday!

Michael Cole: Cena's asking for a mic. So's Benoit.

John Cena: Sure, Vince. I'm cool with that. Maybe next week, Benoit wouldn't have to hit me from behind anymore like he did tonight.

Chris Benoit: You know what, John? I'm sick of this, and my World Heavyweight Title means a lot more to me right now than ruining my friendship with you over the Smackdown Title. If you want it so much, you can have it. I'm not too keen on losing the World Heavyweight Title without a fight, so I'm dropping out of this tournament.

Tazz: I can't believe this! The audience can't believe this either. Benoit's backing down from a challenge?

Vince McMahon: Who do you think you're kidding, Benoit? In case you've forgotten, I'm the boss here! I'll make this an incentive to you: if you win next Thursday night, you won't have to give up your World Heavyweight Title. You'll end up as an Undisputed Champion.

Chris Benoit: I don't care anymore, Vince. I don't want this match to happen.

Vince McMahon: You will have that match next week, Chris. Or else, you're fired!!!

Chris Benoit: So you're threatening to fire me if I don't fight Cena next Thursday?

Vince McMahon: You're damned right I am.

Tazz: What an interesting development here! Looks like Benoit's being forced to a match that he no longer wants any part of! Man, what a chicken!

Michael Cole: I don't think it's about him being a coward, Tazz. I think he really doesn't want to jeopardize his friendship with John Cena.

Tazz: It's the WWE Title! Come on! Every man for himself!

To be concluded...

Friday, November 26, 2004

.:Today’s LSS:.

Tell me what you think about this song… obviously a song I can’t play on our station…

The Last Time
by Keane

This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away
But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I know I don't mind

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

(Chorus x 2)

.:More Distress:.

I'm so toxic these past few days. Prolly because I feel rather odd now that I seem to be rather incommunicado with someone who means a lot to me. Perhaps something went wrong yet again? I guess it can't be avoided, then...

Nonetheless, I'm really stressed out over all the work I have to do at this point. School is quite an ordeal for me, as I feel I'd want to have just a week of a vacation. A genuine week's vacation of no classes or even radio work. Man, I sure as Hades could use that...

It's gotten to a point where I really need to take some time off lest I get burnt out. And it's not that I hate work. It's just that outside forces have been taking their toll on me...


What are you doing here?

– SJ, asking me why I was in Neutral Grounds in Galleria.

Naturally, I just had to shoot back...

Marcelle: I work in Ortigas. Shouldn't I be asking you what you're doing here?

Freddy Tan: Actually, I'm not the least bit surprised he's here. But you, SJ... why aren't you at your store? That's bad!

And then, I noticed one of the NG employees had a cast on...

Marcelle: O, Jun! Nangyari diyan? Nasobrahan ba?

Jun: If I had a peso for every time someone asked me that, I'd be a rich man...


They're planning to give me a stable schedule. Good luck finding a schedule like that, given my crazy schooldays... the only possible time is the one with Anne, which I don't intend to do, if only for the fact that it's too fast-paced for my tastes.

I did switch schedules today, though, because of the schedule switcheroo that happened in ADMU. That meant I had a Monday class on Thursday. Oh, well. I skipped Fr. Ferriols’ class, though. I needed the rest.

Pam's finally back. Goodie... I enjoyed my boardwork yesterday, and it was interesting chatting with DC777 yesterday, whose package I just sent... I think he's getting the hang of Magic strategy.

On the other hand, some guys in Cebu want to get started with RAW Deal... heh. Does NG have a branch in Cebu or something? This ought to be good.

.:Mood Swings:.

To any people who gave enough of a damn to actually mind/take offense/be mildly affected by my rash of see-sawing posts as of late, I'm sorry.

I guess I hit a crossroads at this point, and I still don't quite know how to get through it. The realization that what I always assumed to be there is now officially there has only started sinking in, and the pain is still there. I wish it could be different and this didn't have to be the case, but such is not my fortune...

I'm sorry if I've been quite angsty as of late. It can't be avoided on my part. I'd want to do otherwise, but my feelings have been merciless to me in that regard. Makes me realize why I wanted to be emotionless in the first place. It saves me a lot of trouble, albeit it robs me of the highs of life as well.

.:Uber-Short Boardwork:.

Waveback Wednesday felt so short today...

It's a bit of a downer, because the 80 minutes of the 80's segment ate up over an hour and a half of my boardwork, so by the time I was getting into the groove of playing songs here and there, I realized that my boardwork was almost over when Jda pointed out that I only had two songs left for the hour. I really was under the impression I had a full hour left after that, but I was clearly wrong.

.:Comfort Food:.

Was just wondering... when you feel down and all, what's comfort food to you? Or do you even bother to eat?

I realized that ice cream and cheese and Italian food seem to be my regular crutches when it comes to comfort food. How about you?

.:Major Annoyance:.

My sister loves to use the phone. That's understandable. But for her to lie to me that she just “started” using the phone when I ask her for it, then for her to not be decent enough to pass it to me when she was done is just plain annoying.

I mean come on, a little decency here, please. I walked in the room ten minutes before I asked for the phone, and you tell me you just “started” using the phone? Codswallop. Then you pass the phone to Francis after using the phone. Very considerate of you. You seem to have neglected to consider I asked for the effing phone first.

And I really find it disappointing how you look at the maids with such a condescending viewpoint. You act like you pay the maids, and you act like they owe you their lives. Well, they don't. Moreover, you remind me of those disturbing Aryan Neo-Nazis I ran into yesterday online. They actually had a forum where they really get there and spread their poison about how the whites are a superior race and anyone else is simply worthless.

I can't quite understand the both of you at this point. There's this seemingly predetermined superiority in your minds with regard to people, as though these people, by virtue of who they are de facto, can be inferior or superior at that level. It's not even about how people have made themselves to be, or who they became, but simply the mistaken notion that their roots determine their ascendancy in society and in life.

It's amazing how warped minds can work. For them to simply twist the truth to their liking and simply uphold everything I cannot hold myself to believe in. Even a pluralist would have his limitations, and these limitations become very clear when it already tramples on some basic precepts of equitability.

I went on quite a tangent by bringing in the whole Aryan argument into the equation, but I figure the point is still clear: this kind of discrimination just doesn't make sense.

And yeah, I'm also miffed over not getting to use the phone, in addition to all that. ;)

.:Film Review: The Incredibles:.

The Incredibles
Heroically splendid!

Pixar strikes back with a vengeance, hot on the heels of “A Shark Tale” to come up with a masterpiece called “The Incredibles”.

In fairness to the makers of Shrek, their DVD of Shrek 2 is still making more of a killing than the Incredibles currently is in the box office. In spite of that, A Shark Tale is far from a great film when put side by side its Pixar competitor, especially if you're not a fan of product placement, of which the Incredibles have none of.

Anton Sevilla decided to do a Philosophical analysis of the film. I decided to be more pre-reflexive about it.

In any case, this is the story of a family of Superheroes, Mr. Incredible, Elasta-girl, and their children, Violet, Dash, and Jack-jack. The thing is, after a high-scale trial that forced all the superheroes into hiding, it's fairly obvious that this is one family that is aching to get into action.

Mr. Incredible, for one, is now an insurance policy man, and it's quite interesting how he tries to incorporate his super-powered self within his daily grind. It's really a pleasure to see. The subtle touches of humanity do add to the greatness of the whole premise, and this kind of ingenuity transcends age boundaries. It doesn't take long before he gets recruited by a mysterious group of Supers who are trying to regain control of a very dangerous robot, akin to Ultron insofar as this robot learns from its past encounters.

All the while, Mr. Incredible's family is simply oblivious to the fact that he's secretly doing his hero routine again. Little does he know that he is being led to a trap, as the one who developed the robot was none other than Syndrome, a disgruntled young child who once idolized Mr. Incredible then grew up to vow revenge on him. The plan was elegant: his ingenuity would make him devices that would allow him to be more powerful than Supers, and then he would launch an attack with the most advanced of his robots, and then stage the rescue at the same time. He would end up being a bigger hero than any of the other heroes in the past.

However, Syndrome didn't count on the possibility of running into opposition from Mr. Incredible's family, and this is where the fun begins.

I won't spoil much beyond that at this point. I just find it very interesting how the characters really shine in this film, though, especially since given how this is supposed to be just a kid's film, the nuances within it are extremely complex but well-thought of and well worth the effort.

I'm impressed, to say the least. This film is a genuinely sobering twist on the superhero genre, and I'm glad to have taken the time out to see it. I have virtually no complaints. If I do have any, I seem to have forgotten them all as I enjoyed the film too much. ;)

Favorite line:

Frozo: Honey? Where's my super suit?

Wife: Don't think you're going to go out there and do your hero thing again! I took it!

Frozo: Honey! I need my super suit! It's for the greater good!

Wife: Don't greater good me! I'm your wife! I'm your greatest good!

Sheer genius.

Marcelle's “Fun” Evaluation: A+
Marcelle's “Critical” Evaluation: A+

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Stupid diskette is acting up. Looks like I'll have to make the post for some other time, but it's thankfully saved in my laptop at home... oh, well.

It's a bit distressing, but I can manage, I suppose...

.:Today's LSS:.

Please Don't Ask Me
by John Farnham

Please don't ask me what am I thinking
It's about you
Please don't ask me, I never can see you
What can I do
My first impulse is to run to your side
My heart's not free and so I must hide
Please don't ask me what I'm gonna say to you

I toss and turn, can't sleep at night
It's worrying me
I go to bed, turn out the light
But your face I see
It only hurts the more I pretend that we could ever be more than friends
Please don't ask me why I'm so in love with you

You could easily make me happy, that I know
But I'll try my best to never tell you so
I will sing to you my love songs and pretend
And I'll keep the secret right down to the end

Please don't ask me why I'm not talking
I just can't explain
And please don't ask me why I go walking out in the rain
I could not live, the lie it would take
To have you near would be a mistake
Please don't ask me why I'm still in love with you
No, please don't ask me


Ran into two Bosconians yesterday, and one of them still plays Magic. Oh, well. Interesting, but no big deal, really.

.:The Only Consolation:.

Given how hurly-burly and distressing the past few days have been, I guess I'm just grateful Grace has been there to hear me out and all. I guess I've been feeling so down and all... and now, I turn to the best person I could turn to...
.:Separation Anxiety In High Gear Again:.

I don't think I can sensibly blog today. I feel rather... lost.

I guess it's because of separation anxiety. Never realized I've ended up creating this kind of an affinity with another person. Again. I empowered another person too much again...

And now, I pay the price.

If I didn't feel so rushed, this should've been in third person, for obvious reasons. I post in third person when I'm either very happy or very depressed. Consider this something that should've been posted in third person, and you figure out for what reason.

Someone asked me about you. I ended up being the rumor-quasher, and ambiguity-clearer. They now know the truth. Unfortunately for me, spitting out all that information felt like venom eating me up from the insides. I've still yet to come to terms with this whole deal.

It's sad, really. Because in the end, I proved that I knew you better than you gave me credit for. I made a wager with you, and I'm all set to be on the winning end of this whole wager. This is one time where I actually wish I was wrong. That your denial was really valid, and not a hopelessly futile attempt to deny what is already there. And it's already there. The waiting game is over.

Inasmuch as it should bring me joy that you're happy, I still ask myself why it has to come at the price of my own happiness. I don't understand why it always has to be that way. What would be mere rumors to people who bug me about you are cold, hard facts for me. Facts that I have to deal with. Facts that I have to live with.

Tonight, I shoot myself with the empty revolver again. And I die again tonight. Just a little.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

.:Today's Class:.

Oh, well. It was funny, to say the least, how one of the students seemed to have had a grand time saying over and over again that the couple involved in one of the moral dilemmas in class was nothing but a "lustful" pair. It got even more interesting since she was talking in the vernacular, and you just know how very graphic the word "lustful" can be in Filipino...

Still, the class was very much alive today. and I still have my perks at work, in some respect... if you know what I mean.

.:Now I Know...:.

... Exactly why people outside of Magic believe that Magic players are the most asinine and annoying players around.

It's hard to be judged over picking up a “bad idea” when it actually works, anyways. 'Sides, if I manage to get my hands on a bit of power, I'd like to see them tell me that the deck won't work. I only need a couple of pieces of power, and I'd be good to go already...

At the same time, being called on “talking trash” is a bit of a stretch when you're joking around with your friend. That is certainly far from “trash talk”.

That's just too bad, really. It gets me rather ticked off, though, because they seem to be fond of talking smack about me and yet don't even know me well enough to judge me just like that.

And NO, Doomsday doesn't die to a single Counterspell. With twelve effing pieces of disruption, four more than TPS and eight more than Death Long pre-board, you're looking at a deck that goes off only when it's sure that it can. If you don't understand that concept, then you sure as Hades are playing the deck wrong. A Doomsday player may die because he didn’t eliminate all the permission from your hand, but he certainly wouldn’t die from going all-in so blindly as you assume he would.

A Quatraine by Macelle T. Fabie

The green-eyed monster called jealousy,
The crimson mask of unbridled fury
A sea of turmoil; a discordant cacophony
Emotions that trample over rationality

I revile this path to which I've been thrown
I abhor the only way to be I've ever known
The highest of highs, the lowest of lows
I'd gladly trade in for endless plateaus

Happiness and Sadness toss me to and fro
The feeling intoxicates me, blinds me so
A wretched existence, accursed loneliness
My life is a pitiful hostage, under duress

I wish to be rid of this infernal infirmity
I wish to deny this painful reality
I don't want this seemingly endless insanity
If I could only turn away from my humanity
.:Today's LSS:.

That I Would Be Good
by Alanis Morrissette

That I would be good even if I did nothing
That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
That I would be great if I was no longer Queen
That I would be grand if I was not all knowin

That I would be loved even when I numb myself
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
That I would be loved even when I was fuming
That I would be good even if I was clingy

That I would be good even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
Whether with or without you..

.:An Open Letter From He Who Has Been Swept Under The Rug, The Unsent Series, Part XV:.

Dear Friend,

Ever felt so unimportant? So... unappreciated?

There are moments when Marcelle does. People who claim to really appreciate his friendship, ironically, are precisely the people who know best how to make him feel as though he's simply some expendable, trivial speck to them. The kind of person whom the can just smile at, give some generic anecdotes to, then whisk under the rug the moment the opportunity for it arises

Marcelle's not out here to make himself as some important figure who should be given all due attention and respect. All he really wants to point out is that despite his aspirations to the contrary, he is still very much human, and you have all the power in the world to hurt him. He bleeds. He takes offense. He can't bring himself to come to terms with the distressing fact that despite all that you've gone through after all this time, he still doesn't rate enough with you for him to matter.

Is this a plea for attention? Who gives a damn about attention? Akin to the last time he wagered, would it really be expected that people would care about this? That's beside the point. The point is that Marcelle cares about you. The point is that Marcelle is here, willing to go out on a limb for you, and yet all that and even more means nothing to you. You look on, unaffected, disinterested, all the while secure in the fact that he simply cannot find it in himself to turn his back on you the moment you need to put him to use.

Some people call him admirable for being there for you through thick and thin. He realizes that it's more stupid than admirable for him to carry on like this. Despite that realization, he's still dumb enough to still be there for you. To still care and to hope that somehow he can earn his keep with you as his friend, while you go on with your life, oblivious to his meandering existence because he's little more than an insignificant speck that you couldn’t be bothered to concern yourself over.

In the end, dear friend, what matters more than your happiness? What's a little insignificant thing like Marcelle's happiness, so long as you're happy? Let him pay the price for being your friend: misery.

Monday, November 22, 2004

I'll see about fixing this post up when I have the time...

.:Today's LSS:.

Walk On By
by Gabrielle

If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve in private
'Cause each time I see you I break down and cry
Walk on by (don't stop)
Walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by

I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride, that's all that I have left
So let me hide the tears and the sadness
You gave me when you said goodbye
Walk on by (don't stop)
Walk on by (don't stop)
Walk on by (don't stop)
Walk on

Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride, that's all that I have left
So let me hide the tears and the sadness
You gave me when you said goodbye
Walk on by (don't stop)
Walk on by (don't stop)
Now you really gotta go so walk on by (don't stop)
Baby leave me, never see the tears I cry (don't stop)
Now you really gotta go so walk on by (don't stop)
Baby leave me, never see the tears I cry (don't stop)
Now you really gotta go so walk on by (don't stop)
Baby leave me, never see the tears I cry (don't stop)


After three or so years, Chico and Delamar finally gave in to popular demand and hosted a Tea Party for the Rushers. It was a really great thing, to begin with, as I haven't seen a few Rushers I know of in such a long time, so running into them was nothing short of great.

After a short visit to JayBee in DWLS, I went to Eastwood last Saturday night to get to the Tea Party at around six in the evening. The usual people like Raymund and Selwyn were there, but I was especially elated to see Pepperoni after how many years. It was really great running into her again, although I wasn't too surprised to see her with her boyfriend there. Those guys have been together even longer than Grace and I have been...

In any case, Chico and Delamar were really having fun at the party, as they met quite a few of the Rushers that they always wanted to meet. I managed to answer their question about when the Morning Rush officially began, which netted me a Twinings gift pack. Nonetheless, it was great to be there, and to see the dynamic duo having the time of their lives, despite the inevitable stress of organizing the whole deal. It was all good, to say the least.

Not much otherwise for me. I just caught up with some of the Rushers there, especially Joti, whom I missed speaking to in quite a while. It was funny that she replied she was working for Pegasus when she was asked where she works, though. People who know how Joti looks like are bound to get a laugh out of that.

All in all, despite the rain canceling South Border among other things, and the mediocre bands who at least covered great songs nonetheless, I figure that this year's Tea Party was a success. I just hope this is an annual event again from now on... wishful thinking, but maybe, right?

I'm just glad I didn't run into anyone who could potentially ruin my time there, though. I had fun trying to talk about a certain someone around Selwyn, though. I can tell he really has issues... heh.

.:Blind Item:.

A certain professor is rumored to be batting for the other team but restrains himself with great difficulty. In short, he’s still hiding in the closet.

However, after a frustrating bout with silent students in a class that simply refuses to recite, he decided to make manifest his displeasure with the class…

… by gyrating his hips in frustration.

Yes, you read that right.

Who is this professor? My lips are sealed.

.:That's Incredible!:.

I am making a movie review of the Incredibles. I'm exceedingly stressed out right now, but I will make sure that I'd make one by tomorrow. Lots of literary backlog for me, in fact... let's run down a checklist for me:

1. Movie Review- The Incredibles
2. Poems- Inhuman, Un-, Re-.
3. Story Fragments- Wrap up Vindication, continue the “Unrequiem” series.

I realize I should do at least one of them right now, but I simply can't. I'm too stressed out right now. The only consolation for today was speaking to Grace and another friend of mine, April. Nonetheless, this was an exceedingly stressful weekend, and I’m still as stressed right now while I’m here inside the booth trying to get my bearings…

Friday, November 19, 2004

.:Today's LSS:.

No particular message. This song is just great, though...

by Natalie Imbruglia

My lullaby,hung out to dry
What's up with that
It's over
Where are you dad
Mum's lookin' sad
What's up with that
It's dark in here

Why, bleeding is breathing
You're hiding , underneath the smoke in the room
Try, bleeding is believing
I used to

My mouth is dry
Forgot how to cry
What's up with that
You're hurting me
I'm running fast
Can't hide the past
What's up with that
You're pushing me

I used to...

(Chorus except last line)
I saw you crawling on the floor

(Chorus except last line)
I saw you falling on the floor...

.:Levinas Class Again:.

In a word, this class was really lovely. Dr. Garcia's story about his date with a French girl who resembled Uma Thurman was extremely entertaining, and it was even more amusing how the class interacted with him throughout the whole thing. One of my classmates kept on pointing me in Ces' direction, though... oh, well. Too bad, but we all know why there's no way I'm considering that... heh.

.:A Quick Encounter:.

It's interesting, really. I was walking to school from the LRT station when I ran into sir Sev, who asked me how I was and all. I told him about my status in the Philosophy department, and such. He had a funny story, though...

Sir Sev: Naalalala kita kahapon, Marcelle. Yung anak ko na second year, naka-3.9 na QPI. Ikaw lang naaalala ko.

W-ell... I guess I built quite a reputation with that... heh.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Posts are now promptly unlocked, for the sake of breathing easy...

.:Today's LSS:.

I know I posted the lyrics to this song ages before, but what can I say? I really love this song...

Everything You Want
by Vertical Horizon

Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind

You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now you're here and you don't know why

But under skinned knees
And the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn

You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away

There's always another
Wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned

You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you
And I don't know why

And I don't know

And I don't know

.:The Quick Fix:.

I don't want to speak with finality on anything. But then, I simply realize that there is a lot of rebuilding to do from where I last left off. I realize this is far from over, but I also know that I've gotten somewhere yesterday. My thanks to Jonsi and Jess for all the kind words. It really helped alleviate the tension of the whole thing.

Thank goodness for Wednesdays. Wednesdays always put me in a good mood, if only for the fact that Waveback is my favorite time to do a radio show.

I poured my heart out yesterday in hopes of reaching a resolution. I was honest. Brutally honest, in some respects, in fact. Even then, I feel that I was justified in doing what I did. Otherwise, I believe that I would've ended up going around in circles if I never threshed out the issues that I did yesterday. The least I can do is be more honest about where I really stand, and strike a balance between being frank and being civil. I don't want to hurt people. Unfortunately for me, inasmuch as I value few things over my autonomy, I likewise value few things over people I call “best friend”, or even simply friends.

Jonsi said it was “admirable” how I simply couldn’t help but empathize with my friends, no matter how much they hurt me. I retorted that it was more like I was being stupid. I don't know... I figure it is being stupid... but I still persist, anyways.

I realize that I have a long way to go to ever earn my keep as a friend. I guess a part of me still despises myself for empowering people too much to the point that they have such an unfair hold over me. I just don't want to have to be hurt this much again in the near future. I don't want to have to take the bullet again so soon. I hope this is simply not too much to ask of the people I give a damn about.

I'm tired already. Everything has been going haywire lately, and my feelings have been helter-skelter. Inasmuch as I wish to be there for the people I care about, being hurt by these very same people rips a part of me to pieces. It's difficult to rebuild that, sadly. I have to be honest: I can only try my best.


I found out yesterday that “You Got It Here” is definitely not a good song for a guy to dedicate to a girl, in whatever capacity. It's just plain wrong. I should've listened to the lyrics better. Oh, well... that's too bad, but what can I do, neh? It’s not everyday that a DJ messes up a song this way…

.:Quick Drop-By:.

Amusing, really. In the middle of my boardwork on WAVE with Jda (She switched with George.), I made a quick trip to the 17th floor to go and ask Chico for tickets to this Saturday’s Tea Party (At long last!). was there, and it was really nice to meet her after a long time of being far and away from RX.

In any case, it was fun, really. I was still fairly known by the people in the station, although the usual girl at the front desk, Charlie, was nowhere to be found this morning. Oh, well. Still, it was a good time to pass by RX, to say the least.


Dr. Ibana’s jokes are beginning to sell with the students. At the same time, I really like how well he’s been interacting with them lately, especially with his terno comment:

Dr. Ibana: Siyempre, mahirap ang maghanap ng katerno sa iyong bagong-biling damit. Ang ginawang negosyo ng dating estudyante ko ay isang tindahan na kung saan lahat ng damit ay nakahilera na at magkakaterno at magkakulay namagka… hindi pala. Baduy iyon.

The class had a kick with that one.

I had my “perk” in class again today… the one I mentioned last time about me sitting up front on the wooden platform. Too bad I can’t quite exploit it… it’s Ethics class, after all… ;)

.:Smacketh Down:.

I've been playing the new Smackdown game, and it's amazing. I realize some stuff in the game tend to get repetitive, but it's all right. I just figure to unlock all the unlockables, then I can leave that game behind. It also looks like there are a lot of interesting CAW's out there in the game that I can try to make. For instance, there's Austin and Goldust... we'll see. I really like how this game goes, and I really like some of the subtle changes they made in the game system.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Posts will remain locked until further notice, unfortunately.

.:Comedy Gold:.

I forgot to talk about this yesterday (For obvious reasons.), but my mom was scheduled to make a cameo appearance in the GMA 7 comedy show called "Bahay Mo Ba 'To?" Incidentally, I managed to catch it last night, and she was actually portraying Redford White's psychiatrist in the show. It got even more amusing when it turned out that she had a fairly long speaking role despite being involved only in that one scene.

My mom, the actress. Does that make a stage son? ;)

.:Today's LSS:.

King of Wishful Thinking
by Go West

I don't need to fall at your feet
Just 'cause you cut me to the bone
And I won't miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone
If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself...

I'll get over you... I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
I am the king of wishful thinking

I refuse to give in to my blues
That's not how it's going to be
And I deny the tears in my eyes
I don't want to let you see... no
That you have made a hole in my heart
And now I've got to fool myself...

(Chorus x 2)
I will never, never shed a tear for you
I'll get over you

If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself...

I'll get over you... I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
But I won't shed a tear for you
I'll be the king of wishful thinking
I'll get over you...
I'll pretend my heart's still beating
'Cause I've got no more tears for you
I'm the king of wishful thinking...
I'll get over you... I know I will
You made a hole in my heart
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking

Monday, November 15, 2004

.:Today's LSS:.

A little less melodramatic today... a trigger has been hit.

by Matchbox Twenty

She said I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough
I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don’t know if I’ve ever really been loved
By the hand that’s touched me, well I feel like something gonna give
And I’m a little bit angry, well

This ain’t over, no not here, not while I still need you
You don’t owe me, we might change
Yeah we just might feel good

I wanna push you around, I will, I will
I wanna push you down, I will, I will
I wanna take you for granted
I wanna take you for granted
I will

She said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me
Like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is
Gonna hurt ya
And I don’t why you couldn’t just stay with me
You couldn’t stand to be near me
When my face don’t seem to want to shine cuz it’s a little bit dirty well

Don’t just stand there, say nice things to me
I’ve been cheated I’ve been wronged, and you
You don’t know me, I can’t change
I won’t do anything at all

Oh but don’t bowl me over
Just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so
Crazy, crazy
Don’t rush this baby(2x)

.:Deja Vu:.

Now, it looks like an old occurence is going to happen all over again, with different characters, yet that all-too familiar situation...

To that, I say, eff that.

.:More Playtesting:.

I've been working on my deck quite a bit the past couple of days, and I am significantly pleased with the synergy the deck's pieces seem to flow together. Being given advice by one of the best Vintage players in the world, Smennen, is certainly a shot in the arm, short as one sentence though the advice may have been.

Nonetheless, I was really happy about how things turned out. I was doing consistently well against Oath combo ever since I decided to include a bit of permission in my deck, as it certainly kept my opponent from resolving Oath when I wasn't ready to combo out yet. The moment Oath hits, I then set up my combo for the next turn.

After coming from Sta. Lucia, I turned out to be lucky enough to find an Underground Sea for a really good price. That was really nice, to say the least.


I decided to meet up with Elbert after doing a little bit of card-hunting yesterday, which made me discover that he's heard of Maia in the past. Even more interesting is the fact that some of Maia's bandmates are still on Elbert's stable of artists. We were just talking here and there about stuff, and how he wanted his friends to be productive members of society, which meant Charles is currently employed in something akin to multi-level marketing but not quite, and Gio has a job opportunity as a director if only he can get a couple to agree to do an on-screen kiss...

Elbert: The easy part is the guy for that. He can get you, he can get Charles, he can get any guy, and they're bound to say yes. It's the girl who's going to be hard to convince. But the guys, lalo na ikaw, kung Chinita yung girl, walang problema.

Marcelle: Excuse me? If you got me, I'd be a professional about this, okay? Hmm... time to practice my tongue.

In any case, Elbert had a very funny reaction when I asked him if he knew someone. His face just suddenly soured and all the bad memories came crashing in, as he really felt that this someone caused him a lot of professional headaches. Oh, well.

Even more hilarious, he was trying to “flirt” with me, in front of his artists who were obviously fans of the yaoi genre. Something about him being Chinito and dark and handsome already, sans tall. I told him he was just dark. We were really laughing our heads off, and he discovered the crazy things happening in my teaching stint as of late. Oh, well...

After Elbert left, I tried to play some NBA Live 2005 at TV games. Unfortunately for me, there was quite a line, so I didn't get to play for a while. Lo and behold, when I walked outside of TV games, I suddenly ran into Carl and Diane. Even more interesting, they ran into each other before I ran into them. Behind me was Erick with his girlfriend, which meant it was one huge mass of coincidences that brought us there. In any case, Carl was curious about my Magic deck, and I figure there's no better way for him to understand how the deck works than for him to see it in action. I can't just explain the combo if he hasn't seen the cards yet...

Nonetheless, it was all good. The thing is, I found it to be an interesting coincidence that I saw these guys just like that. Looks like my run-in powers are still strong.

Now, if only Club Arena were still open... I still need those transparent adhesive sleeves of theirs...


Aside from my Heidegger paper and my writing assignment about RAW Deal, I don't have much work pending for me, to begin with. I had a nice, long conversation with Abby about her and her plans. I reminded her that even though she'd love to be in my shoes as far as I go in doing what I want (Though as I mentioned to April, for not as much as I would've wanted to. ^_^)...

As a digression, is it just me, or am I using smileys a lot more often now than when I started blogging?

Anyways, as I was saying... even though she'd love to be in my shoes, I felt pretty much the same when she became our departmental awardee. Talk about a 180-degree turn. Still, once she figures out what she really wants to do in life, I'm sure she'd end up going for it, nonetheless. It'd be way cool to be her radio partner in WAVE, though. That'd be something coming around full circle.

She was considering going on a cruise ship, but I figure she'd have to really work her way up that ladder. No amount of academic achievements will propel her into a high position in a cruise ship from the get-go, according to Grace. At the same time, she was considering an MBA, but I reminded her that if she had no idea where to put an MBA to use, that'd be a fairly expensive decoration on her name. Sure, Abigail Yao, MBA, sounds nice, but if she were just going to be in advertising again afterwards, all the good that did her, neh? I hope Bro (Her boyfriend.) does well when he gets assigned to Iran, though. Wonder how long that'd be? And he has to grow a beard. That'd be interesting...

On the other hand, I told her that it's less and less likely for me to take a PhD at the rate things are going. A part of me already wants to just finish the course work and never bother shifting out of TPH, so that I can be an M.A. with the least effort. However, I want to leave the door open for a PhD so that if I ever change my mind about taking one, I still have the option to do so.

She was laughing her head off about the faculty rumors, though...

Marcelle: ::pretending to be a female student:: Sir? Bakit ganito ang orals natin?

Amusingly enough, she never seems to associate Charlene with anything but her Muling Tumibok stint. I told her that it took me a while to regain my respect for Charlene after that film, and reminding me of that film certainly ruined my progress...

Marcelle: But you? Unang pelikula pa lang, nawala na respeto ko sayo, eh.

Funny stuff.

One would like to ask (Again, another reason why this is a locked post...), though, just on a purely hypothetical level, if there would ever be a chance for me and Abby to get together if we were both single. I really am no longer inclined to go after her, but it would be interesting to know if the changes we went through would actually change the chances we have with each other. This is purely a question out of curiosity, unlike some other questions I know of...


April and I likewise had an interesting conversation about my current wacky status in life. In spite of that slight setback, I'm still doing fairly fine (Lo and behold, Kathy just gave me a call in the middle of my writing this. I guess I didn't have to wait for Christmas for her to stop getting ticked off at me. Even then...). I just aired out to her what I felt were “injustices” in my direction, and I figure we were having an interesting conversation, for the most part. I'm glad she seems to be doing fine, although she does seem stressed with schoolwork, even though the sem has barely begun, in truth.

We didn't really talk about much beyond how my work has been, and how difficult it is for her to invest in any business, but much to my surprise, she actually finds what I do to be impressive. For my part, I always found impressive guys like Russell who double major in Math and Computer Science, but my intermeshing of Communications and Philosophy is not something I find particularly amazing. For April to tell me otherwise was quite a shot in the arm.


Grace and I had a short conversation last night as well. However, I feel a bit down about the conversation because it looks like she's been forced to give her dog away. Barky is a really nice dog, and that dog has been nothing but nice to me. I wish they wouldn't give him away, but I understand that Grace's sister is fairly miffed at the dog because he can sometimes wake up her baby with his barking... oh, well. That's why he was called Barky, to begin with. Not the most creative name in the world, but still...

.:Karate Kid:.

The food here is great. After having gotten rather tired of Tokyo Tokyo, this is the perfect alternative to it, truth be told. Grace and I enjoyed eating here... heh.

Friday, November 12, 2004

.:Today's LSS:.

Without You
by Charlie Wilson


It feels like a lifetime,
a thousand days have passed by
Since I held you close to me
If i could see that smile from my friend
I know that I could live again
I need you here with me

Heaven knows what to say
Even though for right now
you're so far away
I hope and I pray
Somewhere in your heart I'll
always stay

Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine
without you
Never noticed what it feels like to be
without you
Feels like I took my last step and my
last breath in my life ending
Had to say just what I was feeling, girl
Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun
doesn't shine without you

This is more for me than for you
Girl, I finally see there's no substitute
For what we have
Do you know how much I love you

And what we shared i can't forget
Girl, a love like yours
I'll never just slip away
Just promise that you'll stay
Heaven knows what to say
Even though for right now you're so
far away

Gonna tell you and show you
Do whatever I can do to get back
to you

Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine
without you
Never noticed what it feels like to be
without you
Feels like I took my last step and my
last breath in my life ending
Had to say just what I was feeling, girl
Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun
doesn't shine without you

Have you ever see a flower that
never bloom
See the starless night without the
Well that's me without you
So come back and turn my nights
into day

Girl, lately my sun doesn't shine
without you
Never noticed what it feels like to be
without you
Feels like I took my last step and my
last breath in my life ending
Had to say just what I was feeling, girl
Cause my sun doesn't shine, sun
doesn't shine without you


So we had Levinas class last night, and aside from the nice sunset picture I took which I will post next time, not much was going on, really.

However, one thing I noticed about people in my group during our group discussion was that they seemed to have some preconceived notions about Heidegger and used these notions as a way of comparing him to Levinas. Same thing about Husserl.

My main bone of contention with that is that they are making hasty and arbitrary value judgments regarding these thinkers without really knowing what is being talked about. I think it's an appropriate caveat for people who try to compare two thinkers that if they have a flawed knowledge of one or the other or even worse, both, then their analysis would definitely be flawed. I ended up ranting about it in class and likened it to various networking companies trying to say they're different from some other networking company for reasons the competing network company would give, all the same.

Ray was really expecting me to do that, though. He realized I was the only Heidegger-schooled member of the group, so when he called out to my group regarding the seemingly mistaken general notions thrown around, I promptly answered his questions about whether or not Levinas' enterprise did justice to Heidegger's main concern. I reminded him that whether that was the case or not was irrelevant to Levinas insofar as he was more concerned of presenting things in a different way from those already presented in the past.

Later on, other interesting discussions were carried out in class... but for the record, I was very pleased they had food over at CTC. The balut really helped me keep going despite the class... oh, well.


An interesting conversation I had last night with a Chinese friend of mine, Cecille Lao...

Marcelle: Hey, Ces! How's your boyfriend!

Ces: I don't have a boyfriend.

Marcelle: That's good news to me.

Ces: *smiles*

Marcelle: I don't have a boyfriend, either.

Ces: That's good news to me.

.:Lessons Learned:.

1. When you have a friend who's supposed to be there every step of the way, think smart for a moment and don't push her away.

2. Insensitivity is the kiss of death to your friendship: sure, she might say she wants you to be brutally honest, but neither does she want to be taunted or insulted.

3. A little initiative goes a long way.

4. Don't make light of her feelings: she always takes yours seriously.

5. Don't ever think that she doesn't care just because she doesn't go out of her way anymore to stay in touch with you.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

From now on, I'm posting the lyrics of one song a day if it really hits me...

.:Today's LSS:.

As John Cena would put it... you can't see me!

Invisible Man
by 98 Degrees

You can hardly wait to tell all your friends
How his kisses taste sweet like wine
And how he always makes your heart skip a beat
Everytime he walks by

And if your feelin down
He'll pick you up
He'll hold you close when your makin' love
He's everything you've been dreamin' of
Oh baby

I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes lookin' deep into mine
Tellin' me more
Than any words could say
But you don't even know I'm alive
Baby to you all I am
Is the invisible man

You don't see me baby

You probly spend hours on the phone
Talkin bout nothin' at all
It doesn't matter what the conversation
Just as long as he calls

Lost in a love so real
And so sincere
And you'll wipe away
Each others tears
Your face lights up whenever he appears


I see you all the time baby
Huh, the way you look at him
I wish it was me sweetheart
Boy I wish it was me
But I guess it never will be

(Chorus x 2)

Oh oh oh
oh baby
The invisible man
You don't see me girl
But I love you
Yes I love you
The invisible man
Oh oh oh
Ya ya
The invisible man
Baby, baby, baby

.:A Musical Journey:.

Yesterday was a Waveback Wednesday, which I said on the air was my "favorite day of the week, just like Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday." In any case, as it was Waveback, I managed to play a lot of great songs that, as I would put it, are classified as "ngalngal" songs... heh. I needed the catharsis.

The killer opening sequence (That was unintentionally apt...): "Fallin'" by Robert Klein; "How Do You Heal A Broken Heart" by Chris Walker; and "I'll Be Over You" by Toto. There's a story to be told somewhere in that song.

In any case, I was chatting with Sacha throughout my boardwork, and it was interesting how when the topic shifted to music, our conversation made a turn for the better. I think she really liked a good deal of the songs I was playing, and there were some songs that I felt that really just hit the mark for the most part regarding the both of us. For instance, I used to think that "The Waiting Game" was a song that really captured her quite a deal. I think I'm right on that point until recently...

Other songs I played: "Loving You" by Ric Segreto; "Stay" by Lisa Loeb; "Someone To Watch Over Me" by Sting; "Goodnight Girl" by Wet Wet Wet; "Sukiyaki" by 4PM; "Lately" by Stevie Wonder; "Unbreak My Heart" by Toni Braxton.

I live for Waveback Wednesdays. I'm glad I had a good friend to share that day with. I'd daresay I shared it with my best friend yesterday. =)

.:Back In Touch:.

I was at Glorietta yesterday, playtesting my Doomsday deck and seeing how well it can actually work. I managed to go off a couple of times against a Landstill deck with both Annul and Stifle in the maindeck. That's all good. I had more interesting wins against other decks I went up against all the same, particularly that Hatred deck. The guys I were playing against were very nice to help me out in playtesting the deck and seeing what I could improve about it.

Afterwards, my cousin, Amanda, dropped by Neutral Grounds and I went with her and my aunt to just have dinner at their house while we were catching up on stories about one another. She got me to thinking about investing in Accenture stocks instead of Xango, but we'll see about that option, all the same. In any case, I certainly had a lot of fun. And they introduced me to the wonders of the West Wing television series. I really, really love the program. Too bad I never have the time to watch it. They have the complete DVDs for the series thus far, though.

It was really nice getting in touch with them after all this time. I really missed spending time with relatives I get along very splendidly with...

.:Boarding Alone Again:.

Looks like George isn't here today, so I guess that means I would have to be doing the 9-12 show today all by my lonesome. Nonetheless, it's all good. I really am enjoying myself right now, and I found a new song that I should've really enjoyed, to begin with: "Without You". It's not a really new song as anyone knows, but I love it. And for some strange reason, "Invisible Man" by 98 Degrees is still in our recurring playlist, so I played it today.

I think I'm really getting into my groove when I'm boarding alone. I think that lots of people tend to like the sequence of songs I play... oh, well. It's all good.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

.:Today’s Double LSS:.

King Of Pain
by The Police

There's a little black spot on the sun today
That's my soul up there
It's the same old thing as yesterday
That's my soul up there
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
That's my soul up there
There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
That's my soul up there

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
There's a blue whale beached by a springtide's ebb
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before in the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain......

I'll always be king of pain..............

Have You Ever
by Brandy

Have you ever loved somebody so much
It makes you cry
Have you ever needed something so bad
You can't sleep at night
Have you ever tried to find the words
But they don't come out right
Have you ever, have you ever

Have you ever been in love
Been in love so bad
You'd do anything to make them understand
Have you ever had someone steal your heart away
You'd give anything to make them feel the same
Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart
But you don't know what to say
And you don't know where to start

Have you ever found the one
You've dreamed of all of your life
You'd do just anything to look into their eyes
Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to
Only to find that one won't give their heart to you
Have you ever closed your eyes and
Dreamed that they were there
And all you can do is wait for the day when they will care

What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby
What do I gotta say to get to your heart
To make you understand how I need you next to me
Gotta get you into my world
'Cuz baby I can't sleep

.:Hanging Around The Store:.

Finally ran into Madame Jess after all this time. I'm glad she's doing fine and all. In any case, I just went and had dinner with the people there by the store although it would do good for me to remember that Wham burgers, while great with mushroom gravy, certainly get rather messy...

In any case, it was the perfect way to cap off the day for me. I was fairly stressed out, but Dr. Miroy's Philosophy class was certainly enjoyable...

Ran into a certain CS student in my 104 class, though. Apparently, she's a really nice person. I'm not sure if she's well-known enough, though, but yeah, she was all right. I'd be running into her a lot, though. She's in front of me in class whenever I sit down at the front desk.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

.:The Last Run-In With Robi:.

Robi “cleaned out his desk” yesterday while I was boarding on his timeslot. Of course, as he doesn’t really have a desk, I meant that figuratively.

I was boarding on my own there, and chatting with Jonsi, whom I owe one for that very nice gesture.

.:On Last Night’s Leadership Meeting:.

I went to the leadership training meeting last night for Xango, which was most likely Mr. Basilicato’s last meeting before he goes back to the U.S.

Grace tagged along with me on the meeting, which means I’ve met her for three straight days already. She was tired, but she really liked how the meeting went, and she encouraged me to go for it. She really liked how Mikey B. carried himself throughout the meeting and figured that he’s really smooth.

I channeled some of that, though, when I tried convincing Will (A Red Bull player.) to go to a meeting in a roleplaying session. He’s supposed to be fond of charities…

Well, come to a meeting with me, okay? I’ll take you to a… charity bingo bazaar or something afterwards.

The audience was in stitches.

A few other funny snippets of dialogue during roleplay…

Hi, Jarret. Have you heard about our friend? He passed away yesterday! (What a cheerful way to open up a sales pitch!)

Hi, Kara! How are you? How’s your family? Are they all fine? How’s your mother? How’s your father? How’s your brother? Listen… I have a company that… (Not only did she do a roll call of who could use Xango if they were sick, she also owns the company! ;))

Oh, well. It was a fun time.

The meeting was very promising. I’m most likely going for this already. There’s no reason for me not to…

Monday, November 08, 2004

Pick Up: A Story Fragment

.:Pick Up:.
A Story Fragment by Marcelle Fabie

”Martin? It's Geneva. I just wanted to thank you for helping me and Paul get back together. He's coming back to the country tomorrow.

”That's great. I'm happy for you.”

”I don't understand why you haven't been calling me or SMSing me or contacting me at all ever since we last chatted, though. Are you avoiding me or something?”

”Of course I've been avoiding you.”

”What's wrong? Was it something I said?”

”You never even realized for one moment that maybe, just maybe, I was always waiting for the chance to love you. You never even realized that all these years of being your best friend has made me just...”

”I wish I knew what to say, Martin, but I sincerely appreciate your being there for me all the time. I just can't help but feel weird that you haven't been that way lately. I guess I was a bit guilty of taking you for granted.”

”That's irrelevant. I love you, Geneva. I just wish you knew it. But Paul was a friend of mine, too. And I knew you were happy with him.”

”I don't know anyone else who would go out on a limb for me the way you would all the time. I know you make it a point to make me happy every time you're with me. Whoever said that 'nice guys finish last' definitely never knew about you.”

”So why is it that I'm always the one who's miserable in the end?”

”Martin, I hope I'll see you soon. We really need to talk, because I really have no idea what's wrong with you. You've been keeping to yourself too much. Don't you trust me enough to open up to me?”

”I just don't want to rain on your parade, Geneva. I realize I can't ever make you feel the way I feel about you.”

”Well, I just hope you get this message, Martin. I was hoping you'd pick up. Don't forget that I care. Call me back, okay?”

And with that, the answering machine clicked and fell silent, leaving behind a lonely figure sitting hopelessly beside the phone.
.:Today's Double LSS...:.

I'm in that sappy mood again...

You're In Love
by Wilson Phillips

Open the door and come in
I'm so glad to see you my friend
Don't know how long it has been
Having those feelings again.

And now I see that you're so happy
And ooh, it just sets me free
And I'd like to see
Us as good of friends
As we used to be

Aah, my love, Aah
You're in love
That's the way
It should be
'Cause I want you to be happy
You're in love
And I know
That you're not in love with me
Ooh it's enough
For me to know
That you're in love
Now I'll let you go
'Cause I know
That you're in love

Sometimes it's hard to believe
That you're never coming back to me
I've had this dream that you'd always be by my side
Oh I could have died.

But now I see that you're so happy
And ooh, it just sets me free.
And I'd like to see
Us as good of friends
As we used to be


I tried to find you but you were so far away
I was praying that fate would bring you back to me
Someday, someday, someday... Ooh, you're in love

Ooh it's enough
For me to know
That you're in love
Now I'll let you go
'Cause I know
That you're in love...

Hiding Inside Myself
by Kenny Rankin

I've been so alone all my life
I couldn't give my heart to anyone
Hiding in myself was a man
Who needed to be held like everyone

The days moved into years
I look for warmth between the tears
It never ever found me
Never ever found me
Yes, I did seem to grasp at straws
They surely broke all the time

So I hid inside
(Till) I almost died
Yes I hid inside and I cried
A loving heart in a sensitive man
Hiding inside myself

Then you came out of nowhere
I could not believe my heart
I didn't know how to tell you
Didn't know where to start
I know you understand

When I hid inside
I almost died
Oh, I hid inside and I cried
A loving heart in a sensitive man
I know you'll understand


I love you...

.:The Grudge:.

Grace and I, for a change of scenery, went to watch The Grudge in Sta. Lucia East instead of the usual Centerpoint or Megamall. It was fairly interesting, to say the least, as neither of us knew where we were headed as we walked around the whole mall. It's also interesting how many card shops there were in the mall. I counted at least four different shops. Interesting...

As far as the American version of The Grudge was, I think that what it had over the original was a valid attempt to explain the story. It wasn't just a tying together of bits and pieces of Kayako's victims, but rather, a story with some measure of coherence. I'm not a huge fan of Sarah Michelle Gellar, though, so seeing her there instead of the cute Japanese girl who used to be in her place sort of weakened the film's effect for me. Let's face it: the American cast was definitely out of place in Japan, regardless of how you look at it. And the added scares were definitely interesting, all the same. I especially liked the missing jaw effect on Yoko. It was exceedingly intimidating, to say the least.

After the film, Grace and I had dinner at some Pepper Steak place. The food wasn't so bad, but I figure it could've been better...

.:The Nicest Gesture:.

While talking to Sacha online last night, and upon sensing that I was in rather low spirits, she suddenly went and called me up on my cellular phone. Needless to say, this gesture stunned me, as I wasn't expecting it.

I sincerely, sincerely appreciate it.

How ironic that one can be both the cause and the remedy...

.:Confessions Part II, the Unsent Series Part XIII:.

Dear Pariah,

It's over. Throw in the towel.

The surge of Brilliance is finished. Fidelity now holds the illumination, insofar as you are too blind to realize. It's time you started moving on, whether or not you have lost your Divinity.

You get up on your high horse every chance you get, proclaiming yourself to be unlike the others, yet here you are now, an emotional wreck over the news. It's over, Pariah. Give it up and save face while you still can. You've denied yourself your own happiness for long enough.

You want nothing but good things for those who matter to you, yet at what price does it come? Your own well-being? Your own happiness? Are you truly capable of maintaining this devastating upkeep to yourself? Or are you just deluding yourself, and in truth, you are onwards to this foolish path of self-destruction? You have no idea what to do, and to this moment, you still cannot accept two important things:

1. No matter what you say, your actions definitely reflect the contrary, and
2. Fidelity is the virtue acknowledged by all. By all.

In the end, Pariah, you make everyone else happy except two people: yourself, and your Angel. The one person who would reciprocate your love. The one person who believes in you every step of the way. The one person you take for granted, you wretched louse. Pariah, any misery you now endure, you most certainly deserve. Your grandiose sense of honor and fair play have gotten the best of you, and now, it's over.

Throw in the towel while you still can. Don't think that the future could change things in your favor. The more you hope, the more you set yourself up for disappointing yourself even further.

Pariah, martyrs can be saints. You are no martyr. You are a blind, deluded fool.

Thursday, November 04, 2004


Lots of Capcom vs SNK action for me yesterday, although I still need to do some other stuff. My work, for the most part, has been rather loaded. Oh, well. I think I found the arrogant player in the Galleria arcade, though...

.:Me And Networks: A No-BS Sales Pitch For YOU:.

I'm sick and tired of people who try to get you into network businesses that work only if you're there when it's about to start.

I'm sick and tired of people who promise you the moon and the stars and expect you to still recruit people when half of the people you know are already in the network.

But then, XanGo comes along and gives me a glimmer of hope. I'm actually enthusiastic about it. Maybe I'll get into it, maybe I won't. There will be obvious financial barriers to getting in, as the product (A special mangosteen health juice.) is imported. However, let me say in as few words as possible the main advantage XanGo would have over any other network currently out there...

It's just about to launch in the Philippines.

That in and by itself should give you a clue already how much potential getting into it could yield. I'm sold on the idea, no doubt. But I won't BS anyone and promise them the moon and the stars. Heck, there's even a high chance I'd just go there, sponsor someone into it, and never have anything to do with it simply because I'm not fond of approaching different people to "buy into the system". It's not my kind of thing, and my style would make me run out of friends sooner than you can say "pariah".

Lots of people give networking a bad rep because it promises so many things but can't deliver.

But thing is, these networks used to deliver. Forever Living has made an obscenely rich man out of Roilo Golez. It's legal. It's not some kind of scam, especially if you look up what XanGo is all about. I have, and even people who have never heard of XanGo tell me how great mangosteen is healthwise. But as I said, the main thing holding people back from a network nowadays is the fact that the network is so big already, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone to recruit into it.

XanGo, in case you missed it, is officially launching on November 15. That means quite simply that if you join, you wouldn't be lower than fifth level already, whereas getting into Forever Living would make you level 100-something. That's the main difference. That's the reason that has me hooked. Any internet search would tell you nothing but good things about XanGo, and I'm actually begging to be proved wrong. If you can, then no problem. Forget I said anything, and I won't give this whole thing a second thought. If you can't, then maybe, just maybe, this is worth looking into, whether or not I myself get into it (Costs of entry and all.).

So there you are. A no BS sales pitch from me that may or may not attract you, but my only saving grace is that not one lie has come from me. I didn't promise you anything except great potential, and that much is clear.

So the question: what if you're on the lower level by the time you're attracted? Well, let me just say that I'm giving this sales pitch while you're still far from that point. If you let this chance slip you by and regret it in the end, at least that doesn't weigh on my conscience, and if the business fails, as I have given a rather honest pros and cons look at it, that doesn't weigh on my conscience either.

If you're still interested, feel free to reply to this post and tell me you're interested. There's a meeting coming up tomorrow, 7 PM, at Prestige Towers roofdeck. That's near Strata 2000 on Emerald Avenue. If you have time to spare and like me, feel I have little to lose, then give it a shot. Who knows, right?

And did I mention I made 500 pesos at last Wednesday night's meeting by just role-playing how it is to ask someone to go to those meetings? Not bad for someone who's not even in the network yet... ;)

.:Luke Mijares:.

Came by the station today. Very interesting, as he was actually an AB Philosophy student... heh. I was pretty amused at how down to earth the guy really is. He's a nice guy, and gave the off-hand comment that I was better off being in WAVE than if I ended up in LS. Now that's an interesting comment coming from him...

I was being called Marcelle throughout the interview, though. Wonder if the people would catch that. Heh...

Snippet of the day:

Luke: You can catch me perform in Aruba bar and restaurant on November 10, and in ICA in Greenhills on November 12, and...

Kel: Whoah. ICA. I'd love to teach there.

George: You think he can join you and be a P.A. there, Luke?

Luke: Sure thing.

Wow! ICA!!! Woohoo!!! ;)

.:First Day:.

Apparently, the first day in Philo 104 class is fairly interesting. In a nutshell, my new partner is hella cute. She's very much Chinese-looking. I have lots of friends in this class, from Juss to Jeff, a fellow magic player. Very interesting first day, really. This ought to be good...

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

.:Today's LSS... A Less Depressing Song:.

Better Days
by Diane Reeves

Silver grey hair
Neatly combed in place
There were four generations
Of love on her face
She was so wise
No surprise passed her eyes
She's seen it all

I was a child, oh
About three or four
All day I'd ask questions
At night I'd ask more
But whenever, she never
Would ever turn me away
No, no oh woah

I'd say how can I be sure
What is right or wrong
And why does
What I want
Always take so long
Please tell me
Where does God live
And why won't
He talk to me

I'd say Grandma
What is love
Will I ever find out
Why are we so poor
What is life about
I wanna know the answers
Before I fall off to sleep
Woah ho woah ho

She saw the smile
As she tucked me in
Then she pulled up that
Old rockin' chair once again
But tonight she was
Slightly, remarkably
Different somehow

Slowly she rocked
Lookin' half asleep
Grandma yawned
As she stretched
Then she started to speak
What she told me
Would mould me and hold me
Together inside
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She said all the things you ask
You will know someday
But you have got to live
In a patient way
God put us here by fate
And by fate that means
Better days

She said, child we are all
Moons in the dark of night
Ain't no mornings gonna come
Till the time is right
Can't get no better days lest
You make it through the night
You gotta make it
Through the night
Yes you do

You can't get to no
Better days
Unless you make it
Through the night (baby)
Oh ho, you will see
Those better days
But you gotta be patient
Be patient, oh baby
Be patient

Later that year at
The turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down
And gave Grandma her wings
Now, she's flyin'
And slidin', and glidin'
In better days

And although
I'm all grown up
I still get confused
I stumble through the dark
Getting bumped and bruised
When night gets in my way
I could still hear
My Grandma say
I can hear her say
I can hear her sayin'

You can't get to no
Better days
Unless you make it
Through the night (baby)
Oh ho, you will see
Those better days
But you gotta be patient
Child, do you hear me, yeah
Well, well, well, well
You can't get to no, no
Better days
Unless you make it
You got to make it
You got to make it
Through the night

Oh Grandma, oh Grandma
Do you see me now, lady
Oh oh oh oh oh


Not much happened to me for yesterday, save for the fact that I was mostly... busy with radio work.

I had a nice chat with a listener for yesterday, actually. She was more or less spot on in telling me that while I'm secretive and try my best to be a private person, my real self invariably becomes manifest in my “literary” attempts, so to speak. I figure she got that much right... very perceptive of her, to say the least.

After a long day and a 10-win streak in Capcom vs. SNK, I then proceeded to Grace's house, where I got a wonderful massage for my trouble. I'm very grateful for that, as it was the perfect way to cap off what was a rather stressful day... oh, well. It was all good, really. I'm just happy that most of the stuff I have to deal with is over and done with, and today, the new semester begins. I hope I manage to do things well enough for me to actually go through things with little trouble.

When I got home, I was surprised as my mom was having a party with her friends. In any case, I had a chocolate overload shortly afterwards with a chocolate cake and then a chocolate mousse cake one after the other. It was great, and I'm sure some people I know of wish they had this kind of a sugar rush...

.:Business Opportunity?:.

A friend of mine who used to play RAW Deal has this “business opportunity” for me. While I like the sound of that, I'm also wary of it for the most part, considering how I have this sinking feeling that we're going to end up seeing yet another two hours of a networking scheme again... gawd, if this is another one of those networks, I'd definitely get ticked off...

Otherwise, I still want to figure out the catch... there's got to be one... call me cynical, but that's the way it really is.

.:First Day:.

First day of classes, and Fr. Ferriols uses the whole hour to orient himself with the students. It's all good, though, and he still cracks the same jokes... heh.

I was sleepy and all, but I was seated behind someone who looked like a friend of mine from behind. I had to double take before recalling that my friend is definitely going to be anywhere but ADMU... heh. She's prolly turning Japanese somewhere...

Afterwards, I just went straight to work already. Not much, really, but I granted a request from Mr. Bulaong for Julia Fordham's "Invisible War". Of course, I'd gladly do that... heh. Waveback Wednesday with me in charge is soooo fun. =)