Friday, May 30, 2008

AWE-NIONS.

I'm like, trying my best to multitask right now. I prepare to cook, watch the Lakers-Spurs Game 5 and hit the keypads like there's something rational to write (like I've always written something sensible,duh).

Yeah right, a very unlikely tasks done at once.

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ONIONS.

It makes my finger pungent.

It hurts my eyes.

and so my thumb too.

Maybe I've underestimated the peeler Queen Elizabeth bought nearly a month ago-- that's why I ended up cutting the back of my thumbnail yesterday. Sure thing, it stiiinnngs. *___*

And it stung worse, when I sliced onions a while ago. Ugh.

I guess I've insulted the peeler enough; I advised my brother to use the knife instead before and I told Queen Elizabeth it was a stupid purchase.

Well, look who's stupid.HAHA. I think I just didn't know how to use the manual device. Yeah, I'm twice dead foolish considering it's...MANUAL.

The peeler sure put up a sweet revenge.

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Oh well, on the other hand, the Spurs better put up a good Game 5. :) They better be remembered for a Greatest-Games-worth game today, like their first playoff game with Phoenix that was very a viewing pleasure. :)

Holla, it's all YELLOW-VIO. I ignite my love for Kobe. ;)

The Lakers has come back from a 17-point deficit. :) Smells like, Western Confe Champs :P

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Oh well, I better go back to the kitchen.

By the way, I'm cooking cabbages for lunch. :P

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

trash talk.

Nope. This post is not what it seems to be. Trash talk sans the litany of cusses, fo shizzle. :)

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Why am I such a clutter connoisseur (what the heck. i am not even sure how to pronounce this word flawlessly. i just the learned the word days ago, why do i risk using it here.HAHA)? Does misplacing (and eventually losing) stuffs count as an expertise? Damn it! (I couldn't really imagine the words escaping from my lips. HAHA)

My latest mislayed item...TADA! A blog post draft.

Ugh. That was the draft I scribbled to kill time at Queen Elizabeth's work place! And yeah, that was something first for a long time-- scribbling (since tapping the keyboards was considerably within reach always).

Fire it. Sure thing, this wasn't the first time I misplaced some paper with something important (or something just important to me important and just important to me-- there's quite a difference). No doubt, I score A's in this subject.

Papers are so easy to turn a blind eye to; it's quite predictable why they end up in trash bins. One won't even bother to look if it's a scrawled phone number, an important Physics lecture, a rough copy of your Formal Composition due tomorrow or a crucial Opening Remarks speech.

It happened several times before. I learned my lessons..and I keep learning them. Probably, the "Lost " episodes will occur more than several soon considering the advent of the school year.

Pen, lipbalm, handbag (believe me!), earrings, hanky...and uh...more pens, and pencils, yeah. Name it. I've lost a lot of those little things that make a blithe and blighted life bearable. Especially the ballpens part...ugh! It befalls like déjà vu.

The experiences never fail to teach me lessons. And swear, I try hard to live by the morals. But just when I'm keeping up with the rhythm of not misplacing something again, by a sudden of twist of fate, I lose another something...again! And the worse part is, at times, it's not even my fault!

Whatever happened to sanity.

But well, I'm quite sure I'm guilty of losing that blog post draft. HAHA.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

RED ALERT.

TULONG!

TULONG!

SAKLOLO!


Kailangan ko ng tulong mo! Mang Jose...Mang Jose..

Monday, May 26, 2008

CLONE [WARS] ON BLOCK H.


It came on the right time. More than the right time, it arrived on the perfect stretch.

Summer had never been so dull. For that, I can't thank my online buddies* enough for putting Edward Cullen (with love) in their profiles, which apparently sparked my curiosity. In due course...I'm officially immersed to Twilight! (oh yeah, you may say "at last")

I finished the book this morning. Well, maybe earlier if I was a vampire, I could've finished it before the sunrise, by twilight. :) But see, I SOOO love my zzzz's. :)

Twilight came out like 3 years ago but as above-mentioned, I just learned about the Meyer masterpiece this summer. Maybe I knew about the thriller-romance late, but I quote: "It came on the right time. More than the right time, it arrived on the perfect stretch."

It was delighting to get hooked something that spared me from eating and surfing, and more unnecessary munching. The Edward just increased twofold in my (love) life-- Westwick plus Cullen.

Sabaw kung sabaw. :))

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[okay, here's the real story, sorry for the irrelevant pre-intro. :) ]


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Just when there's no more page to turn (I might purchase New Moon, the sequel, this weekend, and Eclipse, a weekend before I officially declare myself a student again), I retorted to my (our!) summer habit-- (nearly endless) net surfing.

I visited the ningpage*, the closest thing I have to friendster, aside from facebook. I haven't opened the site for quite some time. Oh well, so I noticed, Matt Mangoba, the brilliant avilon creator, changed the interface (when I only meant, tab labels and fonts, silly). I hovered to the Discussions tab because I hardly care about my profile (wallcommenting and inviting "fffriends") anymore.

Blockmates. The forum title immediately stole my windows such that my fingers released a speedy click. Oh well, people from the ningpage were declaring their blocks already. It's undeniably posted.

It took me two multiply sites to confirm my block. In the first site, I clicked right away the first of four pics tagged Meco. I bore the idea that somewhere in these shots, my name will appear in a sea of neutrals. The first one did not display my name. Nor did the second one. Oh probably, it's just on...oh well not. I'm neither found in the last two.

Anxiety crept my vessels. Don't I belong? Hey, I confirmed my slot personally. I was there, I even saw my schoolmates. :)

The second multiply site, to my relief, assured me that I am a part of the five-blocks-degree-program; of which I belong to the first-- block H.

See, I was wrong with the first multiply site (the same way it wronged me too), it was just there and then, my name. The H.jpg was left unnoticed because it wasn't relevantly labeled compared to the following MgtEco blocks, of which had "Meco" on their caption.

So much for the trifles. I might have already checked that my name was actually in the list, but I haven't checked yet if there's even a ningperson who happens to be in the same block. I did found familiar names, names I see on ningpage...in the other blocks. I, for an instance, found no one from the same block, but I was dead sure I found something mooorrree hilarious. Check this out:



All my schooling life, I get up my bed everyday knowing that I share my name with someone (always)in school. And whether I am outside or inside in the school, it will always be like that in this vast universe.

But I haven't really woken up knowing there will be another Karen Anne that will be neighbouring me for two years (blocks are solid in my school for two years). And on a clearer note, a Karen Anne A. The whole name literally differs on the surname, and well I hope, the middle name.

It's not that I have never considered that there will be more Karen Anne's in this world. Karen is such a common name, and so is Anne which is clearly easier to attach with any name. My mom really lacked some creativity. HAHA.

It's just that it's soooo.....surreal :)

It may sound like, but I am not ranting about it. Really. Everything's just dead funny and soooo.....surreal :)

I hope she doesn't talk like me (I'm bad with orals). What if we have the same macho-yet-clumsy gait? What if she looks like me? HAHA. Will there be clone wars in block H? :)) I SOOOO HOPE NOT. :)

I'm just morphing into a paranoid will all these comparisons I'm presuming :P Lalo na if she's intelligent. We'll be tagged Karen Bobo and Karen Uno. HAHA. :))

I just hope she isn't pissed that's she's actually sharing her name with me! :))

Oh I'm just sure those who arranged the blocks enjoyed themselves in putting two Karen Anne A.'s together :P

See you soon, Karen Anne A. Vera! :))

Sunday, May 18, 2008

CONFIRMATION AND A LOVE NERVE.

This is not a post; this is merely dropping by.


OH YES.

I deleted my tagboard because...

...SIKKRETTT.

*sabaw.*



oh did I just see Edward Westwick in my dreams? *____*

Chuck Bass was speaking in tagalog I swear and he loves me.

Literally, a dream I don't mind getting stucked to until forever ends.


*swoons then dies*

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

A POST SMEARING THYELF.

Pessimism is chewing me whole…all the time…all my life (read: since age of reason). I guess, I certainly neeeveeerrr catered my weak spots properly. When I said properly, it denotes fighting spirit and persistence. It’s such a shame that my definition of properly has fully ripened but I waste time executing improperly.

I drown in a sea of disgrace.

I am so frustrated that I bend my idea of strength, contradicting my own thoughts. Maybe it just goes to show how weak I am; maybe I was just conjuring all along that I am a tough cookie. I never served myself right when I knew the remedy all along.

On such a tender age, I have engineered a sturdy wall of pride. I did not allow myself to lose because I wasn’t allowing to myself to try─ which hinders me from the taste of glory.. I was denying myself of acceptance because I refused rejection─ which hinders me from the taste of glory.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

WAITING TO GOSSIP.

22.8% to go...

I won't go to sleep without my windows setting on the latest Gossip Girl Epi.

Since I find it hard to finish Philippa Gregory's The Constant Princess, I am killing waiting time by dropping by this crapbox. :)

I am not in the frame of mind for some serious blogging or lengthy typing; my brainwaves are MIA. Neither am I on the mood to organize my thoughts, pick-up the best words to use and care to correct whatever there is to be corrected.

I am just typing out loud whatever words my neurons spontaneously delivers.

Just to kill waiting time.

20.4% to go...

I cannot believe it thought but 'course it was probable- I have not touched the laptop for straight 48 hours! :) Wow. As in LITERALLY, I did not even touch the laptop last Sunday and Monday.

My tatay celebrated his 76th birthday last Sunday so it was like a Social Being Holiday. I was able to cook spaghetti, interact with my cousins, watch from the neighbor's telly and breathe the outside air.

Remember. My Pursuit of Happiness Tip #1 post from Reader's Digest is a well-proven fact.

19.2% remaining...

Well, another thing why I almost tossed this account to the wastebasket-- Queen Elizabeth and my sis have been using the laptop more more more than I do. Queen E checks her mails and "Skypes" Daddy five solid nights a week and my sister is soooo glued to y8.com + links since her kuya introduced her to it. Icka has been enjoying the flash games, especially the dress-up games. You know, like online paper dolls? :D Or shall I say virtual dolls. She got bored of what everythinggirl, nicksplat and cartoonnetwork have to offer so she is very much enjoying the myriad of the oriental-scribbled flash games.

17.8% remaining...

Actually, Icka wasn't the only one enjoying. Haha. Last week, I also got hooked to Hot Dog Bush. And I must say, I did well for someone who do not have the reflexes. :))

17.3% remaining...

I became a part of something today! Hail the Ning friends! Thanks to Matthew Mangoba and friends! :D Don't you notice? My sentences are running shorter.

17% remaining...

I am excited for Monday.

16.8% remaining...

Lazy bubbles rising!

Saturday, May 3, 2008

IGNITING AVERSION

How could you make such a fuss


How could you erupt so unreasonably


How could you shout at the person who cares for you more than anyone else in the world


How could you make me listen to your irritability


How could you raise your voice to the person who dies to hear it


How could you do such to the person who never ever despised you


How could you make me despise you

Thursday, May 1, 2008

HEY, IT'S MAY!

I have been unattached with myself for the past few days, Solitary Confinement nearly found itself in the wastebasket.

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“Ang laki rin pala ng Pilipinas noh?”
Compelled by the view from the twelfth floor, the words break loose from Aya’s lips.

It was a bouncy way to wrap up the scorching month of April. I went out with Aya yesterday. Since graduation, going out is such a big deal to me. I have always brought up how “homey” my summer has become. Throughout the schooling hiatus, I always seized college errands to meet friends. And when I said college errands, I meant two occasions (only) ─ last 23rd and yesterday.

Basically, the two of us went out to “escort” each other. She accompanied me to school to submit the requirements for medical clearance and I accompanied her on a medical check-up.

I never saw Aya for a month but well, we exchange text messages at times (look who’s texting now! :> haha. I learned that my phone was subscribed to “superduperunlimited” on the second week of April, so why not take advantage of the mischance? :p) Nevertheless, texting is somehow barely akin to a personal dialogue so boy, how glad was I to see someone, hear someone, smell someone (sniff her! she smells strawberry!) and feel someone beyond the perimeter of home.

‘Course, what better way to kill travel time than chitchat! We spent the whole bus ride speaking in between yawns. It was 7:31 in my phone clock and 7:41 in hers when we left Bulacan. Most people our age aren’t awake yet that time so what do we think are we doing leaving the outskirts of our home. . .no doubt our mouths involuntary unseal cave wide.

We reached Pasig past 9. Going to a big operating hospital is a first time to me in years. Medical City is such a sanctuary. The contemporary, elegant structure captivated my windows. I love the location, the neighboring places, the tiles, the landscape and the secured feeling it provides. I never considered being admitted to the hospital than malling + shopping this bad. Take note, for mallrats who poorly dub milkshakes as frappes, there’s nothing like being confined in a medical institution with a Starbucks (Disclaimer: I am not a mallrat who dubs milkshakes as frappes. I’ve never purchased anything from this coffee shop.).

Another first time in years: elevator ride. That almost-theme-park-ride-feeling…oh it made me wobbly. For all I know, I have not figured the elevator buttons in my whole life. This is my fair share of the crappy basic-things-ignorance. Anyway, elevators are never a part of my everyday life and elevators are rarely incorporated in my everyday life. Before yesterday, the last time I rode the up-down platform was last April 21, 2007. It was a reviewmate’s birthday and we visited V-Mall where the elevator [buttons] is operated by an assistant. I do not know if she came noticing it but I was observing Aya and all those people pushing the buttons. What I got clearly is I have to push the destination button inside the elevator. Then they have this hold button which basically…holds (course) the door for those who are coming in. I am not sure if my instincts are right with that up-down in every floor prior to the elevator ride. Guess I will try it out myself next time and I gotta look smart. :)

I am not quite sure if this is one more first time in years or plainly first time in my whole sixteen years of existence─ I used the stairway, the backdoor stairway! (What do you really call it, eh?) Remember chasing scenarios in movies? All those breathtaking (literally for the actors) scenes? Hey wait, that’s way general, okay. [for Heroes viewers] Remember when Matt Parkman handcuffed Ali Larter (because I cannot recall anymore if she was playing Niki or if she was playing Jessica then.)? [for everyone] Remember where in the hotel Dao Ming Si collapsed from shivering when she went out with Shan Cai? This is a really petty kwento but a first time is always a first time. Aya and I landed on the wrong floor. We went up in the 6th floor but when we got there she thought we were on the wrong floor. She guessed we have to be in the 7th floor. We’re just one floor away so why not take the staircase. But turned out the canteen was on the 2nd floor, and well, we ended up again in the elevator.

So much for my elevator-stairway tale.

I am glad Aya’s restoring to health now. Things are normalizing for her. Dr. Mary Queen Florencio-Villegas (I was looking at her nameplate all the time, how could I not remember!) told her her thyroid gland secretion would took time to stabilize. Overall, she’s getting okay. She was just upset she no longer has access to the elevator pass in UST. Haha. :) I just knew about the elevator pass yesterday. In the five-storey building where she attends, those who have a condition have access to the elevator. So for the entire second semester, she enjoys the perks of “having a condition,” no longer enduring the craps of scaling to the 5th floor. But then again, she has to climb her way to her class. Aren’t you changing floors? :D

Five jeepneys, three buses and three cabs. The day actually greeted us with a mishap─ endocrinologist’s not yet in there’s no other way to kill time than squander our bills and coins, make way to Katips to secure my medical clearance and go back to Medical City. Yesterday was really a circuit trip.

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Hey it’s May. And before I know it, June befalls. Someone and something’s (shouldn’t I use are? I have to subjects but I just can’t picture a some word mingling with are) telling me I gotta cut loose the ingesting and shed off the extra-extra pounds. T_T