christian bautista: gee, you call that a song? you're hopeless.

ely buendia: kumanta daw si marcus para sayo ha. seems like we're on the right track.

bill gates: sorry, but your "global innovation" seems like another big security loophole. i don't want to be a part of it.

steve jobs: now that's what a good offer is supposed to be! i request that you give me a blank check where i could write my monthly salary in.

emerlinda roman: ma'am, di ka na nasanay? ayusin nyo yung STFAP bracketing ni de dios, baka magbago isip ko.

john lennon: correction, sir. it's gab, not juan. such an honor it is to speak with you, sir. but you could offer your songs to someone more prospective, i guess. like yoko ono.

yugi moto: yugi, sana'y mapatawad mo ako, ngunit matagal ko nang isinuko ang mga baraha ko.

peter north: i only found out about your dastardly acts in the movies 6 months ago. hell no, i'm not patronizing you in any way.

sam milby: hate gays. hate gays. i think you're better off with piolo. enough said.

piolo pascual: see sam milby.

ebe dancel: aber, ebe, nais kong malaman pano kita na-inspire. sana yumayaman rin ako habang ginagamit mo akong inspirasyon mo sa mga kanta mo diba?

manny pacquiao: hey, you know manny poohquiao? absolutely you can fight him, not a boxing fluke like me, you know.

death: pag-iisipan ko po ha. mukhang masaya pa naman ang buhay eh.

iwa moto: iwa moto, moto, moto, moto! tayo na sa bus sumakay! iwa moto, moto, moto, moto, everybody give it a try! yan yun diba? kamusta naman vocal chords ko, tingin mo?

jim paredes: yeah, i think i have the potential to be talented. pero hindi sa pagkanta.

paul mccartney: with all due respect, sir, i haven't seen one word of wisdom here yet.

yeng constantino: i don't have a lot of dreams, miss yeng. and para lang sa iyong kaalaman, hindi ko pinangarap na maging sikat.

simon cowell: i feel sorry for you, simon. it's just that i think me being there won't help.

ederlyn: details naman, ate. saan at kelan? pakilala mo ako kay cheverlyn ha!

raims: i formally give my xylophone/sax/tambourine/harmonica/2nd vox spot with sandwich to either marcus adoro, buddy zabala, or ely buendia. i also propose that eraserheads be reunited once more.

badjojo administrator: you got the wrong guy. sorry to tell you but i believe in the sanctity of virginity and sex within the bounds of marriage. no way will i indulge in your filthy products.

joey de leon: lolo na lang. ayaw kitang tatay.

paris hilton: what video? and britney who? anyway, i'm not good at partying. sorry.

homer simpson: hey homer. can i be bart?

big brother: sorry kuya, di ako telegenic eh. ayokong lumabas sa tv. tsaka may babae na ko. sayo na sila kung gusto mo.

christopher de leon: tatay ba talaga kita? at nanay ko si nora? aaaaaaah! kaya pala pareho kami ng nunal ni inay sa mukha!

the beatles: the music gods john, paul, george and ringo are singing for me. this must be a good omen.

randy santiago: ui randy! irerecommend ko si ronald jimenez sayo. mas alam nya yung kanta.

imelda hilario: ma'am, pakitranslate nga po ito para saken: kokak kokak kokak kokak kokak kokak!!! hayan. asa pang makapag-asawa ka.

german moreno: kuya germs! marunong kang magmasahe??? please, wag mo na akong gawing matinee idol. basta pamasahe please!

carmen awitan: carmen, si imelda yung nakahalikan mo.

ronald atanacio: even if you had known anything about my skills, i still would forever hate research because of you, mister virus-look-alike. now how do you think will i succeed in psych?

maury: that's preposterous! i'm currently seventeen years old, i reached the puberty stage by age twelve, and i don't remember myself having a one-night stand with seventeen women. impossible indeed.

dr. phil: doctor feel, i mean, phil! wow! i would certainly love to be your apprentice! but no on-the-spotlight scenes, please!

leia organa: princess organa, i will take your simple errand on one condition... i will have your autograph in return.

don vito corleone: being a mercenary of yours is enough, my lord. hail the corleone, hail.

dr. emmet l. brown: no way sir! my mom and pop won't ever meet if martial law did not come to pass. then there would be no me in the space-time continuum! please, no more intervening with the past!

dj mo twister: hey dj mo! those were all hearsays. i'm a full-fledged virgin, mo.

sylvester stallone: hey, you say the contender? i'm in! i want seven byes on my way to the finals against the living legend sylvester stallone! forget kamao with manny!

ray robinson: first class training indeed! absolutely manny pacquiao-ish training! i'll be the next sergio mora for you guys!

sergio mora: can i have your autograph someday? and i'd also want to feel the impact of a punch from a champion.

peter manfredo: girls are not treasures, they're people, you fool! you can't own them, idiot! and calling them precious doesn't make it any better. perhaps that's why you lost to sergio!

alfonso gomez: lady luck is on my side, boy. believe me.

regie "baby ama" amarante: hala, ako na lang ba walang pagnanasa kay dior? mga lalaki talaga o! sinabi ko na kay sir stallone, sa contender ako sasali! beh!!

randy couture: UFC is all rodman and trash. no way, randy.

willie revillame: hindi, willie, ako ang patpatin!!

k-fed: ...and you were just telling me to keep it real. you're also hopeless. see christian bautista.

banker: hello banker............................................................................................................ thank you banker.

triple h: what?

shawn michaels: why?

mark dacascos: funny, i was just finishing the best instant noodles of my life right now.

bobby flay: do you cook instant noodles? i think that masaharu guy would be better because his name sounds asian.

michael corleone: but you are staining the family name, michael! see, you even had your brothers killed! i'll take over for you, bearing the name gabby corleone. you can have your wife and family, i'm too young for that. i swear the corleone banner will be the last one standing.

darth vader: no way, you're my father? and i was thinking about dating princess leia! how deperssing. that's not true, is it??

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in my informal 2 weeks leave of absence, my tagboard took over and became more of a spectacle than any of my entries combined. kudos to jason, ronald, and raphael for making all these possible. i'd like to think that these are all the fruits of your endless rampant sermons in forcing me to write an entry, but then again, it's jason, ronald, and raphael, so that can't be right. anyway, this is my tribute to you guys, sorry if it's kind of disappointing. until sunday again, then.

whew. finally, a refreshing end to a vicious week. reminds me very much of what my tried-and-tested-alumni father said, "welcome to UP, son."

and by the way, happy birthday to you, pop [jan. 12]. i am your greatest fan. thought you ought to know.

going back on track... heck. there is just so much to learn. too much, it's almost like it wants to stain the immaculate values of learning. it's poison.

so much for an otherwise uneventful week. besides the fact that i realized that i've been reverting to my hopeless-romantic-ish ways, nothing of serious note stood out.

unless i happen to include that neck-breaking chem16 long exam. and an unfinished post-lab. and an unstarted concept paper, and...

oh. sorry. i just need a breather. you know, lie low for some time.

good day.

[editor's note: entry late by 3 days and 86 attempts to publish.]

tell me - am i already in love?
no, you're not.
then what am i?
you're human enough to think that you're already in love when you're actually not there yet.
whew. thanks.
huh? that's strange... don't you -
new year, sir.
oh. got it. any other plans?
uhh... score a 120 on a bowling game? get a haircut at least once a month? survive chem16 and eng10? scan my pc for anomalies regularly? stay healthy enough? keep posting on schedule? read His book? save 1000 pesos monthly? honestly, i have no idea.
wow. so modest... and yet boring. get a life, boy.

hey. why the silence?
oh. nothing.
it's not about her again, right?
yup. you think i oughta send that crazy notion of mine to oblivion?
i don't see any need for that.
me neither. mind you, she's almost... um...
almost what?
hmmm... lemme think... oh, ideal.
almost, eh? hmmm... correct me if i'm wrong, but is she...
charming? that's a given.
smart?
yet fears God and shuns evil.
not much of a talker?
yet a good listener. and writer.
light-hearted? usually in a joyous mood -
- and has dark-brown eyes.
gee, she's so much like you! except that you're a spectacled jerk. i'm starting to feel sorry for the girl.
aren't you supposed to be helping me -
- by telling you the truth, say.
well, can you be a bit milder on me?
as you say, then.

by the way... have you -
- done my homework. and heck, i'm actually reading those readings.
that really ticked you off, huh?
guess she was right about me.
oooooooh. looks like we're going to have a really interesting year.
you think so?
that's what we're hoping for, jerk.
hey, enough with the name-calling, will you -
- think about it. first, you laugh 30 minutes straight in front of your one-time lab prof. then you blush 15 minutes after. then you show off that mysterious smile of yours until you hit the sack. and now you're forcing me to stop calling you a big-time je -
oh gawd, but she was so amusing! and she kind of amazed me, that's all. and i presume you know that she's a professor, so cut it out, mister know-it-all.
sorry, what did you just -
i'm off to sleep. good night.
do that, mister glasslike-fragility-personified.
fragile. now that's the word. slack off for me now, please.
roger... jerk.

[muttering to oneself... talk about starting 2007 right. sheesh.]

more than a year ago, i shook hands with the shortest national leader that any nation had since who-knows-when.

six months after that incident i found myself studying in the university where a big chunk of its student populace would smile so wide at the thought of gripping the wee hands of miss her excellency to death.

another half-year passed by, then heard in the news about mister saddam hussein last seeing a fireworks display twelve months ago.

time flies like an arrow. and there's no bulls-eye to stop it. i tried to look back at the direction where the Archer's bow could have been, but all was vague and black.

what's my point? i completely missed it, if ever there was one. or should i say that i don't feel inspired enough to write about the year that was, 2006. forgive me.



heh. just kidding.



january - march: conclusions

fighting maroon? blue eagle? those were the questions. no, not even the law of conservation of momentum or asymptotic graphs or simoun's schemes took the senior's mind away from the thought of studying in his dream university. well, perhaps except the prospect of finding the girl of his dreams... uhh, what did i just say? i meant the commencement exercises. and prom night. and grad ball. and of course, vacation.

april - june: a silent transitory time-bridge

turned out that some people (read: me) were wrong in thinking that that year's vacation would be one of the best, and longest times of their lives. credit it to a major spike in sun cellular's sms traffic or to university registration processes or to unbearable boredom, but summer couldn't've ended faster that it just did.

july - september: beginnings, and...

oh, look, someone's already seventeen. though the girl of his daydreams flew away, lots of news (plural of "new"?) more than made up for it [guys and gals, don't get me wrong here! okay?!]. fortunately, the new and the not-so-new aspects jelled quite well for me, or that was how i perceived it.

october - december: ...all over again.

sort of like that. an end to one semester, a break, and a new term; just in a shorter timespan. and so goes the circle of learning, of life. i wonder where my dream girl comes in... and when will pldt mydsl allow me to go yahoo! messenger again.



hmmm. now that i said that, maybe those arrows are tactlessly flying around in circles... ahhh, just my thoughts. a pleasant twenty-oh-seven to the universe and beyond. (",)