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Archive for July, 2007

Ratatouille

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

This is a Very Late post. You see, it happened last Saturday, but I didn’t have a camera with me so I had to wait for Gin to send me the pictures we took with her cam. Well, better late than never, I say.

A friend, Marie, came home from Canada this month; so we all decided to go out with her on Saturday. Out of fourteen, there are only eight of us left in the country. Four sane ones and four Psychos. Sadly, three of the sane ones couldn’t make it.

So in the end, that left all the psychos plus ONE sane person and Marie. Poor them, huh? Totally outnumbered. Do you see their inner suffering?

‘Twas a very amusing night. I never realised how much I’ve missed Georgia until that Saturday. The first sentence I heard upon arriving at the meeting place was “People call me God-dess, now!” in Georgia’s loud, unabashed voice.

Yes, people stared. A lot. By the way, this is a stolen shot. Because Georgia thinks that cameras suck out her soul bit by little bit.

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And no, she didn’t realise we were taking a video.

So! After speed-eating at T-boy, it was time to go to the cinemas for the movie — and even that short trek was way-laid by a lot of randomness and insanity.

Georgia: OOH! Simpsons! I wanna pose!

Me: You’re only allowed to pose if you let us take a picture!

Georgia: *is torn*

In the end, she chose The Simpsons over a tiny fragment of her soul. She chose Surf’s up over it too.

And bribing me with food always works. I actually posed with the penguins just to get a fry. Take note: A fry.

Me: Pose? Huh? Why?

Meg: Lookie the fry, pao…

Me: FOOD! Gimme!

And after the pictorial, the movie posters sidetracked us.

Meg: “Look it’s Batman!”

Rest of us: -_- Corny!

Afterwhich everyone noticed the Very Fake Blood and were suddenly engaged in a conversation on how the ad-maker could’ve had the decency to make it look just a teeny bit more believable. (ooh, now that is what I call a run-on sentence)

And then Georgia got hungry. XD So that’s another shot for me~. XD

!!! WARNING: If you see us (together) buying movie tickets somewhere, take note of where and when exactly we’re going to watch. And then make SURE to NOT buy the same. Why? Because we are the WORST movie goers ever. Predominantly because we’re mostly insane.

Breakdown of Sanity:

Ysab: Sanity worth 8

Marie: Sanity worth 7

Me: INsanity worth 10

Gin: INsanity worth 10

Meg: INsanity worth 10

Georgia: INsanity worth 100^48

That puts total sanity at .00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% not a very happy statistic, is it? XD

But hey, if you think you’d enjoy our commentary; feel free to choose the same showing regardless of what I say. But just to make sure you know what you’re getting into, here are a few examples on how annoying we are:

(Please note that everything said and sung is Very Loudly done)

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Madagascar

Us: Look! Lemurs! Let us sing along! “I like to move it move it. I like to…move it!”

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The Omen

*Damien-the-antichrist stares creepily at audience*

Person behind us: *screams in fear*

Us: Awww! How cute! I just want to pinch his cute widdle cheeks~! <3

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Nanny: *as she’s about to jump off the balcony with a noose around her neck* It’s all for you, Damien! It’s all for you!

Random person: S@#&! C#&*! F$%&!

Us: NANNY PEDOPHILE!

Big Black Dog: *snarls and bites humans*

Girl in front of us: *latches onto her seatmate*

Us: So cute and obedient, that dog… I WANT ONE TOO! Of course, I mean in the eat-people-I-don’t-like way. Not the eat-me or eat-people-I-like way.

Robert Thorn: *prepares to kill Damien for the betterment of the world, even if he still loves and considers Damien his son*

Damien: *please-don’t-kill-me-daddy puppy-eyed look*

Us: NOOO! Don’t kill the cute kid! >.< DO YOU SEE THAT FACE??? YOU SHOULD FORGIVE HIM OF EVERYTHIIING!

-Last Scene-

*Damien, holding his new guardian’s hand, turns to face the audience and smiles creepliy.*

People: *whimper*

Us: CAN WE KEEP HIM???

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Err… yeah. And we laugh Very Loudly. Oftentimes during inopportune moments like when people scream in fright.

Yeah. Err. So. We watched the movie. And we were loud. As always.

“No Reservations” trailer

*Scenes of the kill-joy female chef and fun-loving male chef*

Audience: Awwww….

Georgia: Oh, they are SO falling in love. Like ALWAYS.

“Seek the Signs” trailer

*Trailer blathers on about the darkness and the last of the light*

Meg: It’ll be like Kingdom Hearts. Where every other line will have “dark”, “light”, and/or “door” in it…

Rest-of-us: And cute little boys!

People behind us: O_o wtf?

“December Boys” trailer

*Nun appears in first scene*

Georgia: *latches onto my arm* Ooh! Scary!

Me: -_- (so she finds the antichrist cute but is afraid of nuns… were the nuns that ran our high school that bad?)

*Daniel Radcliffe shows up in trailer*

*pause*

Meg: Waist down, I tell you. Waist down only.

Me: Chop off his head?

The-other-five: OFF WITH HIS HEAD!

Then the Disney-Pixar trailers and shorts started showing… and much random squeeing and bouncing occurred. Like the little kids that we are.

Ratatouille proper (contains very minor spoilers - highlight to view just to be safe)

*Rats evacuate very orderly from house. Think fire drill*

Georgia: OMG, they have SAFETY MEASURES? O_O No wonder there are so many of them in the world!

Rest-of-us: -_- Movie, Georgia, movie…

Georgia: Hahah. Got caught up in the moment. *pause* But you never knoooow!

*The lead guy’s name is revealed to be Alfredo Linguini.*

Me: What a cruel mom. If I had his name, I’d be hungry foreeeeeeveeeer.

Gin: Pao, you are hungry forever.

Me: Quiet, you! That’s completely beside the point.

*Colette stabs (not pins) Linguini’s sleeve to counter with big knife*

People: O_o

Us: Omg, she is SO COOL! I LOVE her! <3

Georgia: MEG! YOU HAVE HER HAIR! I SHALL CALL YOU COLETTE FOREVEEER.

*Remy pulls on Linguini’s hair to make him move*

Georgia: *pulls my hair* Move, darn it, MOOOVE!

And the entire time, Marie and Ysabel just laughed uncontrollably at us (take note: at us); and Georgia randomly grabbed and moved and pulled my arm (especially in all the “aww” moments… plus she panics a lot… and I mean A Lot). My arm muscles spasmed randomly ’til Sunday. XD But I <3 Georgia and her insanity, so it’s okay. Lol.

After the movie, we were all Very Hungry. So we went to Bizu to get cakes.

But then we realised we had no more money (at least money to be happy in Bizu). So we went to Tender Bob’s to get the giant ice cream serving (9 scoops!)…

…But then Georgia doesn’t eat chocolate (because she says it’s unhealthy! Georgia you weido) And I’m allergic to strawberries, so… it was a no go too. :( And then Ysab had to leave.

So we went to Timezone instead! Where Georgia almost killed the Dance Dance Revolution machine.

Can you hear her stomp??? O_o

… Eventually, everyone just started laughing whenever Georgia did anything more than breathe and walk. XD

>>> I’d embed a video of everyone laughing, but I was part of “everyone”, so I was too busy to take videos.

And then, we all got beaten by a random guy on the basketball game. :P

Ah, twas fun! XD I loved Saturday!

Random note 1: The line that got Georgia to pose for the group pictures - “It’s okay Georgia! Even if our souls get sucked out, the bits of our souls the camera’ll take away will be together foreeever!”

Random note 2: My phone lives again~! XD (its continued health, however, is questionable - in fact, it doesn’t ring anymore… just kinda lights up when someone calls)

Random note 3: Hmm. Perhaps I should re-name this post “An Introduction to the Endangered Species Insanium Georgium” instead… XD

Good News and Bad News

Monday, July 30th, 2007

Cards have been banned from school — and seeing as Bridge was the Official Sport of UPCSA (my org)… people had to come up with coping mechanisms.

We’ve done everything. Pick-up-sticks, jack stones… carving dama/checkers/chess boards onto the wooden bench and using bottlecaps for the pieces… then later on the Rubik’s Cube, and now… Chinese Checkers.

At first, people attempted to play chinese checkers on the regular checkers board. Needless to say, it was very strange and confusing. However, after a day or two, Bong decided to take pity on the org (whose members were starting to look more and more retarded every bridge-less second) and brought an actual chinese checkers board.

And so, excitable little beings that we are - we decided to play. Who exactly played is unimportant - in the end, the game took so long that there had to be multiple player substitutions.

And here is the reason for the VERY long game –

XD

He looks completely harmless, just sitting there staring at the game pieces — until you look at the board.

It’s hard to see ’cause I just used a camera phone, but Chris had one of his brown pieces on EVERY ONE of the six points… XD He decided that since he’s not winning, no one will. Lol

In the end, everyone got blackmailed into building him a path straight to his area. XD A Very Direct Path. Just so he’d move his pieces from the points. Smart way to win, eh? XD Try it next time.

…Chris still didn’t win, though. He came second. But still, that’s a long way to go from last (or second to the last, because my chinese-checkers-playing-skills are non-existent)

XD It was extremely amusing. Then again, anything with Chris thrown in is amusing. XD I <3 CSA. :P
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-End Happy Thoughts -

WARNING: semi-rant ahead.

Okay. It’s a good thing I laughed so much earlier today, or I’d be in a Seriously Bad Mood right now.

So. There are three main reasons why I always look for people I can hitch rides with to go home.

1) Me = asthma

Jeep = smoke

Me + Jeep = Asthma + Smoke = DEATH (that or The Nebulizer of Doom - and believe me, they don’t rate very far from each other in my mind’s eye)

2) I get stranded. >.< Things come up and suddenly no one can pick me up… until… say… 10pm? Later?

3) The cars are ancient. And break down. A lot.

My dad on fixing cars:

Any-one-of-us: “Dad, I think the car needs a tune-up…”

Dad: “Bah humbug. A tune-up? It still works, doesn’t it?”

Any-one-of-us: “Dad, the car is hard-starting. And the clutch gets stuck.”

Dad: “Lieees! It doesn’t happen to me!”

Now, I shall give you a moment to remember the incident mentioned in “The Doughnut My Sister Gave Me”, where the car died along the expressway. I’d note all the times any of us experience car trouble, but then my fingers might fall off before I even come close to finishing this entry.

So, the point is - today, the car died. It wouldn’t start, and the clutch pedal got stuck. In the middle of Cubao, where the PUVs are abundant, the pollution suffocates, and where the roads are so narrow cars stay within an inch of each other. What’s worse is that it was raining VERY hard, and I was dead hungry. Now, don’t get me wrong - I LIKE the rain… at least when I’m not in the middle of a polluted street with jeepneys and tricycles spewing black smoke at my face.

We had to push. To the gas station. Where the mechanic refused to entertain us because it was 1650H and the service station closed at 1700H.

So, we had to call my sister to pseudo-tow us. With a rope. But the car that broke down was a fair bit heavier than the one that was doing the pulling. It was very hard. The speed gauge barely rose above 0. My father was yelling over my mom’s mobile phone the entire time. Sure, the phone wasn’t on speaker. But his voice was Loud and Clear. Curse sun and their unlimited sun-to-sun calls. In other words, if I had walked, I would’ve probably gotten home faster AND saner. >.< Roar.

I really, really need to compile a carpool list. Or start moving into my grandma/uncle’s house which I won’t be allowed to do so carpool it is. Seriously.

The Dead Phone

Saturday, July 28th, 2007

 

It doesn’t look dead much, does it? TT__TT But it is… *Sigh*

 

So, okay. It’s been with me for around… 5 or 6 years. And it’s been dropped about a million times and spends its time squished underneath all my things in my not-very-light bags… but I wasn’t expecting it to die. Yet. I estimated like… a year or so more. Y’know, enough time for me to get a new one first…

 

In retrospect, I should have sort of seen it coming… The signs were there…

 

After all, Magic and Transparent Tapes’re the only things that’ve been keeping it together…

 

*sigh* So overworked. All cracked and bruised and taped up. My poor phone… It served me well. I swear its death was like a heart attack. Completely unexpected while it occurs, and then things start to make sense once you look back on the poor victim’s life.

 

I loved that phone. Sort of. I mean, I could always leave it lying around and no one’d take it. And it served its purpose… I could call, I could text… The battery’d die during prolonged conversations with The Parents…

 

Well, the good thing is that since it’s the weekend, I can go and have it repaired. Hopefully it’ll be fine come Monday morning…

The Doughnut My Sister Gave Me… (Take Two!)

Friday, July 27th, 2007

Alright. My little brother, bless his little soul, accidentally deleted the original post via Live Writer. TT__TT So… here it is (again) as best as I can remember…

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Today (or rather yesterday - 26Jul07) my eldest sister (hereby labelled Achi or “A” for convenience) brought me to school… and here is what happened:

A:  Here, dearest sister, you can have this.

Me: !!! Simpson Doughnut! <3 … Tickeeeet! <3

A: *evil smile*

Me: But… wait… wasn’t opening yesterday? O_o *flips ticket and stares*

              *gasp* You watched without me!!!

A: *blinks innocently* Why yes, I did. And I want you to have that to remember your Simpsons-less Wedenesday by. Forever! Muahahahahah.

Me: *choked sob*

 

Well, fine… it didn’t go exactly like that, but… close enough.

 

And so, later on, I decided to question my second sister (hereby Dichi or “D”) regarding the unfairness-ness of my Simpsons-less state…

 

D: It was her consolation for her Misfortune Last Monday. Would you rather have had It happen to you just so you can get a ticket???

Me: …Well…

D: -_- …Don’t answer that. I forget that you’re not right in the head. Have I professed my unrelation to you recently?

Me: *feigns hurt* Your words wound me, I tell you.

 

The Pertinent Moments of the Misfortune of Last Monday as Experienced by Me

Noon

Bro: So… Achi brought the green car?

Me: Yes?

Bro: But… didn’t she switch cars with mom because the white one was going psycho?

Me: …Yeah?

Bro: …So she traded a problematic car for an even more problematic one…

Me: …Pretty much…

Bro: I bet the car’ll break down on her.

Me: I hope not. She’s going to Laguna^

Late Afternoon / Early Evening

Mom: The car broke down on your Achi.

Me: Ahia^ jinxed her!

Ten to Eleven PM

Mom: Why isn’t your sister home yet?

Me: No idea.

- Mom’s phone rings. Mom makes the regular grunts and yeah’s characteristic of most parent-child phone conversations -

*long silence*

Mom: Car broke down on your sister. Again. Along the South Luzon Expressway. In the middle of the road.

Me: Is anyone with her?

Mom: Nope. She’s alone.

Me: … How very Unlucky.

Mom: …Oh well. better her than us.

Me: O_o Mom! You’re a mom!

Mom: Yes, while I am indeed undisputably a mom, I have not yet lost my common sense and practicality. Muahahahah.

Me: O_O!

 

^Laguna = Very Far. And somewhere along the South Luzon Expressway, there are no gasoline stations or such for a mile or so plus you’re all alone (with the exception of cars speeding by every once in a while). O_o Also, the reception of my eldest sister’s mobile network provider isn’t very good.

^Ahia: eldest brother

 

As you can see, the insanity runs in the family. So does the sadism. And a lot of other not-quite-good things.

 

For the curious, this is what the Simpsons Ticket looks like inside:

 

First, D watches the Ratatouille premiere. And then A watches the closed screening of The Simpsons Movie. Both occur without me. Whatever happened to the whole “cartoons are for the younger ones” thing my dad keeps going on about? TT__TT

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….. If anyone manages to retrieve the original, I shall be eternally grateful.

O_o

Friday, July 27th, 2007

Oh no. My little brother accidentally deleted my Doughnut post. O_O

Excuse me while I attempt to retrieve it. @_@

 

…HELP!

Willkommen! :P

Wednesday, July 25th, 2007

 

    Welcome, one and all, to my very new
    blog! Look! it practically shines! Lol. :)
    Pardon the weirdness.
    Believe me,  though, there will be much
    more where that came from!

     So… why the  weird name?

 

Of course, the first reason would be because coffee and tea are practically staple for me…

                   …and the second reason would be because the song “Java Jive” has been stuck in my head for the past week. Now that, my dear friends, is a truly severe case of Last Song Syndrome. In fact, I suspect my sanity’s death will eventually stem from it. Lol.

Thankfully, it’s a pretty cute song:

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup! Boy!

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops! Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot and I’ll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug
And I’ll cut a rug till I’m snug in a jug
A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup! Boy!

Boston beans
Soy beans
A sack o’ those itty-bitty little green beans
Cabbage and greens
You know that I’m not keen about a bean
Unless it is a cheery coffee bean.

I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops! Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot
Shoot me the pot, and I’ll pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!

Oh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug
And I’ll cut a rug that’s snug in a jug
Drop your nickel in my pot, Joe, Takin’ it slow.
Waiter, waiter, percolator!

I love coffee, coffee and tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup!
Boy!

 

Here’s the link to the Chicken Swings (the original) version… (requires QuickTime)

And if you click the little play button in the imeem bar, you will hear the UP MedChoir version (SSATB arrangement)… the one stuck in my head. :) May you enjoy the song as much as I have. Lol.

Coffee is Love! :)

(Even if it doesn’t help my sleeping problems any.)