Friday, July 01, 2005

Wala. Its just a blog. Read it.


waaaah wala nanaman pahinga this week!!!! Ang daming gagawin! Walang time to play! Dull girl na ako! Hahahaha. Nah....may time pa naman..just have to make some and be sure not a minute is wasted doing nothing over the weekend. Anyway, just wanted to post a new blog kase medyo stale na 'tong blog ko. Nakakahiya na. The pic is just something i wanted to include, for no particular reason. Bye for now! I'm feeling kinda crazy now. Please excuse me.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

I'm Backkk

Hey a'll! Had a great 3 weeks vay-cay in Qatar with my folks...thought it was gonna be a bummer of a holiday but it actually wasn't bad..could've been spiced-up but i'm not complaining much. its been 4 hours since my landing (earth people, take me to your leader, i come in peace) and i'm still pepped up with caffeine...from Costa Coffee at the Dubai Airport...from the tea and coffee during my 2 flights...from inhaling the rich aroma of freshly ground Arab coffee beans that not surprisingly burst open in my luggage..what i'm typing out now is really junk...i'm SOOOOOOOO high right now! Wheeeeeeeeee! Not to worry, when my nerves have settled down i'll be able to give you a better edited account of my stay in Arabia...as of now.....just take this post with a grain of salt, i plead temporary coffee-junkie insanity! yaaaaaah..oh yeah, and its good to be back home...! bye for now! mwah mwah!

Monday, April 11, 2005

Xena Galaxia Betty


It's uncanny how most of my blog entries are composed at such ungodly hours..seems that i get creative (or i simply refuse to be bored) around this hour; kinda like this guy in The Amytyville Horror who got up every morning at 3:15am. Spooky..

Anyway i've decided on type about my pet golden retriever. That's her full name as the title of this blog. Her second and third names were given by my Kuya; "Anger Management" and "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist" inspired him to afflict her with such, uhm, 'interesting' names. Actually, her third name should be spelled "Mmmmmbetty".

As a "Dog Person", i'm quite interested in virtually any canine (although i'm not too eager to rough-horse with a pitbull, doberman or rotweiller, and i don't think Poodles are dogs)..so when my brother's girlfriend's mom gave me a 1 and a half month old puppy last August, it was a kind of love at first sight moment. Little did i know that this cute little fuzzy-wuzzy critter was gonna be a non-stop saliva-producing, plant-assasinating chewaholic. Well, she's still cute though, even if she now can reach my chest standing up. And she's only 8 months old, which can only mean she'll be getting bigger. AND she still thinks she's little! She's the only dog i know who thinks she's a lap dog. And hey, visit her dogster too while your at it: http://dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=112243

I guess she must've been around me a lot whenever i'd be emailling, or scrambling aganst the clock to complete projects and assignments, coz a while ago i caught her pounding away at the keyboard, paws and tongue and all. It was pretty amusing, then it became annoying when i returned to my computer chair and had a 20kg (guesstimate, i can barely carry her anymore) furball in my lap slapping away at the keys while i was trying to draft an email. I've let her out to pee or poop now, so i've got a few moments of peace to type this out. Anyway, too bad i don't have any photographic evidence of this new 'trick' of hers.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Care Bear Count Down 5 4 3 2 1...

Was browsing through some friends' homepages and blogspots. Came across Czar's latest blog post and took this test on one of my favorite cartoons as a child. hehe. Don't worry- i'm not offended or anything, in fact it rather cracked me up. As Kuya Ben would say: Coolness...

Nihilist Bear
Nihilist Bear


Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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Hey, i won't lie to you. I took the test twice and the second result declared me a Tramp Bear. Just click on the link to figure out what THAT means...

Chain Letters

I've just been going through my inbox in yahoo and re-reading some of the stuff that's in it..most were correspondings from friends, family and classmates...a while lot of it were forwarded stuff- jokes, sentimental twaddle, sweet sad gooey stories...and a WHOLE LOTTA chain mail letters! Now whenever i see a chain letter in my inbox, my first impulse is to send mail to whomever had enough time to waste just to send that to me and countless other people (0-5 for bad luck, 6-10 for so-so luck etc..you know the drill) and disown them as my friend/acquiantance. The hell with you! I thought you were an intelilgent human being, intelligent enough to be added in my yahoo address book!! Looks like i was wrong. However, if i'm in a rather good mood (unless upon seeing the unread email puts me in a nasty mood) i usually give it a try and read it. Some are pretty good; they give good sound advice or tell beautifully written stories (good enough to print out and keep in the bathroom for future re-reading hehehe) but 99.9% is CRAP. I especially hate it when someone sends a chain letter that has been fowarded a billion times to a trillion people and you have scrollllllllllllllllllllllllllll alllll the wayyy downnn. Plus the fact that most of them vile things (they really sould be considered as vile as Spam) usually try to give you good luck and then after reading the whole passage, threaten you with bad luck unless you send it to so-many people; the more people you send it to, the better your luck will be.

Don't get me wrong. I know the purpose of REAL chain letters. ( not the electronic mail ones, most of which are pathetically fake, the ones which genuinely want and DO help people in different ways) But how do you know which one is real when you see one? It kinda got me thinking (and researching) about them, and this is some info about chainletters that i came up with:

>Around 1900, chain letters were influenced by increasing literacy, international mail and postcards, and changing attitudes about religion and miracles. Also chain letters themselves accumulated new technologies of increasing replication.
>Until the 1970's most paper luck chain letters were copied by hand or typed. When photocopiers became more common there was some debate if one could use them for chain letters and still receive good luck. Almost every letter that has circulated since 1980 is a photocopy, included originally hand written ones. But late generation photocopies must eventually be retyped because of image degeneration
>Hand written letters are often difficult to read and thus many variations are introduced as the copier tries to guess what is written. With photocopying, after some 15 or so generations the text becomes wiggly, spotted and unreadable in places
>If the recipient takes the letter as a joke, its promises and threats have no power. (REALLY??? WOW, MOST PEOPLE MUST READ THIS PARTICULAR LINE)
>Most people send chain letters for the luck it promises to deliver, some because although they know they will gain nothing from it, they won't lose anything either (kinda like a 'wadda hell' attitude) but some send them due to fear (of whatever the chain letter claims to do to them). Here are some choice examples that threaten the poor reader:
>>>. . . and if he believes not this writing, and the commandments, I will send many plagues upon him, and consume both him and his children and his cattle, . . . [Letter of Jesus Christ, 1915, but text is hundreds of years old]
>>>M. Francesco Monthey, not having taken this letter seriously, saw his home ruined nine days after having received this letter. [Translation, France, 1928]
>>>One woman made fun of it and on the 13th day her daughter went blind. [U.S., postcard, 1941]
>>>Detective Segunda B. Villa now of the City of Baguio who laughed at this Chain of good luck, met instant death in accident on June 14th, 1948. [International, 1949.
>>>Don't make fun or laugh at this because something bad might happen to you or your family. [Philippine / U.S., 1984].

>The statement "this is no joke" first appeared on the Luck by Mail type in 1952 and was soon universal.
> Among its many variations, the concluding earliest phrase "It Works." postscript in the was mailed anonymously in May 1979 to an Oxnard, California address

In this section i will briefly explain the characteristic features of a chain letter and How it (handwritten, photocopied or electronic wise) usually (ahem) "works":
(1) Brevity. A widespread luck chain from 1905-17 had about 100 words and was usually distributed by handwritten postcards.
(2) Secularity. Luck chains originating in the 1900's dropped claims of divine authorship, delivery from heaven to earth, granting protection from fire or weapons, divine punishment for disbelief, and miracles generally. A Saint, missionary or military officer may be attributed as the author of the letter, but never Jesus. Promises of good luck and threats of bad luck exploited vague popular superstitions rather than naive piety.
(3) Copy quota. Chain letters state a minimum number of copies that the recipient is encouraged to distribute.
(4) Deadline. This task is to be completed within a stated period.
(5) Waiting period. According to most letters, one must wait a certain number of days before receiving good luck.
(6) Testimonials. All English language luck chain letters since the 1930's contain accounts of fortune and misfortune allegedly experienced by prior recipients of the letter. These testimonials are told in the third person, usually of a named individual.
(7) Circumnavigation. Almost all luck chains since 1910 have either (1) declared they are to go "all over" or around the world, or (2) claimed a certain number of completed circumnavigations.
(8) Lists. When someone signs their name on a chain letter, a recipient may faithfully copy this name. And another person may sign on, and both names may be copied. The growing list suggests to others that they in turn sign on. Thus chain letters often accumulated long lists of senders. (AND ANNOYINGLY BECOMES LONGER AND LONGER)

Of course, the best thing that can ever happend with a chain letter would be if someone (or preferrably everyone) breaks the chain and everyone lives happily ever after, without dying of plague or worry. Some advice: If you ever receive a chain mail letter (which is a 9/10 chance), ask yourself this: Will the person or people i am sending this to
a.) Butcher me using a blunt object
b.) Assemble a VooDoo doll having bits of my hair, toe clippings and other organic substances from my body/possessions
c.) Just give me the dedma thing Pinoys LOVE to do, or continue on pretending to be my friend

Sure, do send me chain letters especially if the content is really good. Just please PLEASE edit it first so that it is just a plain old email and not a plain old annoying email. I hope this and all the details about chain letters was as informative and interesting as it was a pleasure (and a therapy!) for me to type.

Tell at least 10 people to visit my blog or risk the following to happen to you:
-you die
-you fall through an open manhole and then you die (a stinky death)
-all your teeth will fall out of your head and you die.
-you will have permanent body odour that no amount of Rexona, Mum or AX deo can ever disguise and then you die (smellier and stinkier than if you were to die in a manhole
- you will be impotent forever (viagra will only make things worse) and die that way.

Nyahahaha

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

I want one

Invisibility Cloak Close to a Reality?
The Telegraph tells us that two physicists at the University of Pennsylvania are creating the invisibility cloak Harry owns, which acts as a shield that makes objects vanish by reducing the light around them.
Dr Andrea Alù and Prof Nader Engheta, of the University of Pennsylvania, rely on plasmons, ripples in the oceans of electrons at the surface of every object, to achieve their effect. If made to oscillate at the correct frequency, the energy from the light is harvested by the plasmon and converted back to light, cancelling the light scattered by the object and rendering it "nearly invisible to an observer".
Thanks to Veritaserum for the tip.

Heehee I'm so bored





Your Seduction Style: The Dandy





You're a non-traditionalist, not limited by gender roles or expectations.
Your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories.
It's hard to pin you down, and that's what's fascinating about you.
You have the psychology of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.


I just love answering these quizzes ;)





You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right Brained



The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.

Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.

If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.

Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.



The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.

Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.

If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.

Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.



Friday, February 25, 2005

My brain is female, just like me :p

Ain't it too true ;)






Your Brain is 80.00% Female, 20.00% Male



Your brain leans female

You think with your heart, not your head

Sweet and considerate, you are a giver

But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!


Wise beyond my years





You Are 23 Years Old



23





Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.


Tuesday, February 22, 2005


Within Eek Posted by Hello

Kumbaya

I originally intended to decorate this place with pictures and stuff about eek! the cat: one of my favorite cartoons during my youth. This place still looks like its the website of a mortuary, but i figured i could give you some information on this beloved blue-tongued feline. You can check for more stuff about eek at this site: http://eekthecat.8m.com/

For now, you can read this:
Eek lives in the town of McTropolis. Eek is the most caring individual one can imagine. He has a big heart. He loves everyone but he hates bugs. He always puts others safety, needs and comfort before his own. He always says, "It never hurts to help!" but he is usually proven wrong in the physical sense. Eek often uses the word "kumbaya" as an exclaimatory word in many situations. The word "kumbaya" comes from the West Indies "pidgin-English" word for "come by here" and is a well-known folk song which in turn came from the original Afro-American gospel song, "Come By Here, Lord". In the episode "Mountain Groan" the song is sung near the end of the show by the campers sitting around the campfire.

It is interesting to note that Eek can talk with all animals and most humans but cannot converse with those in his immediate household, i.e., Mom, Wendy Elizabeth and J.B.Mom does a lot of house cleaning and is a student of foreign languages, especially Spangalese. She is apparently a single mom.

Wendy Elizabeth and J.B. are the children. They are normal kids -- whiney and spoiled. They watch a lot of television. Their favorite show is The Squishy Bearz Rainbow of Enchanted Fun Minute.In one episode (Eek's Funny Thing That He Does), Wendy Elizabeth calls her brother Johnny Braincloud. Could this really be what "J.B." stands for or is Wendy Elizabeth just being funny?

Thursday, February 17, 2005

It's been a while

Ever wonder why time flies whenever you're having such a good time, AND simultaneously it has this disobliging tendency of speeding up when you want it to slow down? Loads of stuff has happened,but, me not being the responsible blogger and noting everything down here the minute it happens, i tend to "stockpile" it. Now i've realized that i've got so much to type down that i don't even know where to start, much less how to begin. I'm no writer. I type the way i talk; giving little regard for how my words may sound and simply blurting witty sarcastic one-liners (which i used to do a lot when i was little: it was cute then, i'm not so sure if it still is now..hmm.) Well, during this spurt of insomnia (i've noticed that i usually start mini projects in the dead of the night: the same way i registered on friendster, come to think of it) i figured i gotta give it a try. I've been navigating my way around the site and i've finally figured out how to post pics and ta-da! Now there's a statcounter! i'm so proud of myself. hehe. i was never any good at HTML; once during the 6th grade i asked my brother to send me a color chart which i let rot in my inbox..(good thing it's still there though, might be able to use it) As a new year's resolution (yes, that was a month ago, but you don't know this yet so i'm telling you now) i'll do my best to post at least SOMETHING here.. i know this blog seems very juvenile and i'm sure there's some 12 year old who can create better and more professional HTML code than i. Darn brats..

Saturday, December 18, 2004

I'll be Home For Christmas

Well, i'm almost finished packing. Got 1 day left before my bags are packed and i'm ready to go :).. I've received about 5 text messages from my parents in the past 20 minutes (3 from Papa, 2 from Mama) reminding me to bring warm clothes, not to forget the 'pabilins' and saying how excited they are to see their bunso again. According to Ma, the temperature in Doha is a pleasant 18 degrees Celsius in the morning and afternoon, 16 at night to early mornings. Nice.. my type of weather. Too bad there's no snow, w/c would be great. No White Christmas for me..

10 minutes later: My sister just brought in her kris kringle presents from her Commerce Journal Xmas Party (w/c was hosted at home, probably coz we had the most space): She had sent us out to buy her gifts earlier so i had a remote idea of what she got: 1. a book, 2. something alive/that moves 3. something with a hole. The other 2 gifts are still wrapped but now there are 2 hamsters in my room as i type. My spontaneous names for them would be Greedy and Sporty.

Hmmm. Not really looking forward to flying by myself. I've done it once before, and it's kinda lonely. No wonder Airports are the one of the saddest places for someone to be in; you always see people saying goodbye, hugging each other, or a sad lonely man sitting by himself. I just hope i get a good seat and not end up sitting beside someone i'd have to bear for the next 9 hours..

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Spare the Rod, Spoil the Dog

My 4month old golden retriever Xena had her first dog training session today. A friend referred me to a dog trainer who goes by the name Kurt (DOuGlas? hehe..) who could train Xena in a month. Cute as she is, she's really hyper and chipper and almost to the point of being the Goddess of Death and Destruction when left by herself..so me and my siblings had to take the "This is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you" stance--Kurt the trainer instructed me on how to reinforce her 'Sit' and 'Heel' commands using what is called a 'prong collar' (Never heard this term before) which is used and is apparently very effective in training. Although he reassured me that the collar doesn't hurt her, i still felt this twang of guilt everytime i tugged at the leash. After a rigorous 1 hour session Xena was exhausted but doggone happy--she even got to meet a couple of pet pals Caster (a german shep) and Robin. (a burly 2yr.old golden retriever) For an almost 5 month old pup she seemed quite the flirt after she got over the initial shock of being sniffed at..Hmm..

The Outlet

Had to make myself a new blog account- i couldn't remember my password to my old one, arrrghhh... just when i wanted to rant a little bit, my blog failed me. By the time i made this new one, i had forgotten what i wanted to let out. Oh well, another time i suppose. Gotta get something to tame my little hunger demons..munchmunch

Doggone Tired

I feel great and tired at the same time. Why? Coz i played my first real basktetball game in 4 years during my P.E.4 class yesterday. Ok, so it wasn't as exciting as professional gaming-my classmates did their girly shrieks and were commiting every foul in the gamebook. Nevertheless it was still fun. Last week was worse- all my shots were practically airballs and all i felt was frustration and a bad feeling that i'd lost my bball skills. 15min to dismissal i had to haul my butt away from the court, mop off as much sweat as i could (thank god i had a face towel) and apparate to my next class, dental history. Can't wait for the next work-out. :)