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Archive for March, 2008

Cloud Vol. 1!

Thursday, March 27th, 2008

Random post of joy!

So… Final Fantasy 7 was one of the first two RPG’s I’ve ever played. The other one would be Genso Suikoden 2. (Okay, so there was Pokemon and such before that, but… that’s Pokemon and these are RPG’s… Gah, it’s hard to explain) Probably because of this, these two games are part of my list all-time favourites (the list includes a LOT of squaresoft-turned-squareenix games). I was very, very sad that GS2 never really achieved enough fame to start its own franchise (indeed, it has been forgotten even by supposed GS-series fanatics)… and very, very glad FF7 managed to live on a decade later.

Of course, I couldn’t exactly spend on this love the way I wanted to (*cough*adventpieces+ccspecialeditonpsp+10thannivpotion+etc*cough*), so I usually contented myself with online previews rips/scans/detailedpics and such.

But.. but…. my friend took a short vacation in Xiamen, China, and got me Cloud Vol. 1!!! An actual one! Not virtual! *is hyper* Well, seeing as it came from China, it’s completely in Chinese… but STILL! Cloud Vol. 1! :DDDDDD

… aaand… that’s all. <3 *can’t think beyond the joy of Cloud Vol. 1*

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Everyone, meet my Cloud Vol. 1! Say hi! Now! XD

*skips away happily*

Random Babbles XD

Wednesday, March 12th, 2008

New electronics make me hyper high. There was the nds of my little brother, which I kept smiling at… the psp I got, which I kept patting affectionately, various things here and there that friends and family got that I poked and prodded happily like when I poke my baby cousin’s cheeks, and now there’s the new computer monitor…

Me: *walks up the stairs to my brother’s room, where the computer is* New thing! I smell new electronic thing~! <3

Mom: *hears me from room* New monitor, finally.

Me: *walks into room* Yay! After months of it fritzing on us! :DDD

Mom: *nods and continues watching her soaps*

- Hours later -

Mom: How long are you going to take? I need to check office things and read random forums and info and fanworks on my soaps… heheheh.

Me: NOOO! *clings to monitor* You can’t make me leave it… *takes really long whiff of the monitor*

Mom: …

Me: *still clinging and whiffing*

Mom: … Young lady, you know you’re not allowed to get high inside the house!

Me: *sob*

Err. Yeah. XD Have I scared everyone off now?

——-

My eldest sister sends the weirdest text messages ever. Well, we all do. But this one ranks so high in the weird scale that I felt the compelling need to share.

Message from Atsi: High point of my day. I just saw a lawyer in his 60’s in a mohawk. How weird is that?

Me: O_o

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Random moment of the week:

Friend: Paooooo! *grabs my hand*

Me: …?

Friend: The weather’s really hot.

Me: … and…?

Friend: Your hands are usually cold.

Me: What am I, your living air-conditioner?

Friend: Hey, if the glove fits…

Me: …

Friend: …

Me: Well, you know what they say. Cold hands, warm heart.

Friend: *chokes on spit* WARM HEART???

Me: …

Friend: *laughs uncontrollably*

Me: … -_- How can you be reacting like that when you’re using me as a convenient temperature regulator?

Friend: Man, the guy who made that up is one poor sod.

Me: … Anything I say or do shall be taken against me in the court of your mind. So I shall keep my peace. Even if I want to thwack you. HARD.

Friend: *still laughing* I mean, seriously! He probably died without realizing the true evil of his cold-handed friend! *bursts into new, livelier, set of laughs*

Me: … Sheesh. Get over it already. May you suffocate in your laughter.

So mean, that friend is. TT__TT

EDIT: I just drank 1.5 litres of coke zero… and am now drinking regular coke. … all ’cause I was too busy to get up to grab a pitcher of water. Hahahahah. O_x So much for getting any sleep anytime soon…

Transport Strike 11 March

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

A few days ago there was news of a transport strike scheduled for today, 11 March 2008. But last night, when I was working on a paper and wondering if I could put it off for another day because I am the master of schoolwork procrastination, classes were announced to be NOT suspended by DepEd. That crushed my hopes of classes-less-ness quite promptly, mind you, seeing as DepEd’s in charge of grade school and high school. I mean, if the kiddies had to go, what more us poor overworked university students? But, being the stubborn and procrastinating person that I am, I called UPD (632 9818500) anyway…

Phone rings. Automated answering thing. Press 0 for operator.

Operator: University of the Phili -

Me (typing away for paper): Hi! Are there classes tomorrow?

Operator: … I’m sorry, but UP doesn’t announce in adva -

Me: So I’ll call tomorrow morning? What time?

Operator: Around eight to -

Me: Okay. Thanks. Bye.

I pity operators that have to deal with me. I have this irrational fear of them, you see, so my conversations with operators often include a lot of hurrying and butting in except for deliveries because it’s FOOD and food gives me power. Lol.

Well, since classes were not suspended as of the wee hours, I figured I should finish my homework, so I did. But of course, I still didn’t want to go to school, so…

/4am/

Me: *stares at clock* Too early to call… Rar. *plays PSP*

/5am/

Me: STILL too early. *checks if there’s food*

/6am/

Me: Okay. Just a LITTLE more.

/7am/

Me: Classes start 8:30… I should be getting ready… *long pause* But hey, CMC is never on time. *turns on computer* It won’t kill me to be late just once… *sweats nervously* Late… late… GAH! I so can be late! *ignores the twitchy urge to hurry to school*

/7:20am… ish/

Me: Oh, I’m not logged in on y!m… *logs in*

-Patrick’s window pops out-

-Pat: Is there school today?-

-Me: No idea-

-Pat: :/-

Me: *stares at phone* 8am… 8am……….. 7:30’s close enough… *picks up phone, calls UP again*

Operator: University of the Phi -

Me: Hi, are there cla -

-Pat: PAO! No school! Bong got to school already and USC said no classes!-

Operator: No the -

Me: Okaynevermindbyethanks.

Poor, poor operators. I feel rude now. Hahah. Oh well. In any case, thank god for tardy CMC profs omg did I just say thank god for tardy people? O_o or else Id’ve gone to UP and possibly been stranded there for nothing. (Since I was scheduled to commute or find a ride home that day, and transport strike = O_x. My ultimate back-up was to walk to Ateneo and hitch a ride. Lol.)

The point of this post: Nothing. I just wanted to share the great joy brought about by class suspension. Wheee~!

In other news, I really can’t believe I have, in my hands, FINISHED homework three days before submission, now that classes are suspended… O_o

 

EDIT: O_o AFP calls it "transport holiday" wtf?

Surprising Discoveries…

Thursday, March 6th, 2008

I don’t usually read forwards. In fact, I dislike them so much that I usually just delete all of them. However, when I opened my mail today, I saw a forward from my sister about Jun Lozada, and really, how could I resist? After all, a political forward from a Political Science Bachelor was bound to be interesting. I don’t regret reading the mail one bit - the article attached just made complete sense to me. It’s like finding a gem in a sea of rocks, really - found randomly and a totally unexpected but definitely pleasant surprise.

And, like what my sister said in the message that came with this article… I’m not imposing this belief on anyone. I just think it’s an excellent thing to share.

(Taken directly from Raz Dela Torre’s Multiply blog, linked through title)

Clarissa Ocampo versus Jun Lozada

by RAZ DELA TORRE

Here’s why I’m not quite stirred by the political hooplah involving star whistleblower Jun Lozada:

I hate any form of grandstanding.

I acknowledge that Jun Lozada is on the side of truth. What I don’t appreciate how he keeps on appealing to emotion and popularity. Self-references as a mere “probinsyanong intsik.” Engaging in an interview on national television dressed in an undergarment then calling attention to how meekly he is dressed compared to the uniformed people with whom he is engaged in a debate. Declaring statements inflamed with self-importance, like “I didn’t know my coming out to tell the truth will save the country’s soul.” Doing rounds, making appearances, delivering speeches, and quoting Jose Rizal in interviews and opportunely referring to the national hero as his idol.

I am tempted to call them stunts, but I don’t want to be unfair to Mr. Lozada. Having said that, it’s hard to not suspect him of consciously doing these things with the intention to efface himself. In an instant, Mr. Lozada morphed from a sniveling witness to a master showman wielding humor and self-deprecating comments to capitalize on public sentiment anxious for change. In my eyes, that’s what spells the difference between genuine and false humility.

This is where Clarissa Ocampo comes in.

Miss Ocampo came out as a witness because she was privy to something important. She simply had something to say, so she came forth, said it, and left the people to weigh her revelations on their own. And that was it. Clarissa Ocampo wasn’t all over the place campaigning for public support like Lozada does nowadays. I seem to remember her indulging requests for appearances but not in a manner that sought recognition as a hero or a savior. Not the way Lozada strikes me. His actions reek of an agenda to hoist himself onto a moral pedestal to earn credibility for his testimonies.

Don’t get me wrong. I believe in what Lozada says. I believe that the ZTE deal was anomalous, that Abalos was out to protect his PhP130M commission, that his escort out of the NAIA airport was an attempt to keep him out of the Senate’s reach (though I wouldn’t really join in calling it “kidnapping” ). I believe in the value of Lozada’s testimony and how crucial it is in ridding our country of this culture of corruption.

Even so, I believe a careful scrutiny of the messenger is still in order. No, I am not out to shoot Lozada, but neither will I blindly follow the call of Lozada, Joey de Venecia and those from the opposition whose motives are unclear and possibly mixed with selfish ones. Greed, as generally recognized, is the root of corruption. This is why a whiff of greed evokes extraordinary discretion on my part, enough to keep me in the sidelines, far from the hysteria in Binay’s front yard.

What I advocate is a fair assessment of the veracity of these witnesses’ revelations, and a resort to the appropriate legal action that conforms to the rule of law. Yes, people power has been ensconced in the constitution, but so were other legal remedies such as “impeachment. ” The political minority and other interest groups lobby for a street protest saying that the administration control of the congress makes it impossible for the a proper resolution of this controversy. So when will an impeachment, as provided in the constitution, be the proper recourse? When it’s convenient for them? Perhaps what they really want is for work to be cut out for them.

I continue to believe in the spirit of EDSA Dos and am grateful that it resulted in the ouster of former President Joseph Estrada. And yes, I believe that President Gloria Arroyo is much better president than he was, though she’s obviously far from perfect. But like before, I still would’ve preferred the impeachment proceeding to an extrajudicial ouster of Estrada. I welcome the windfall of our mass protest in 2001 but admit that it was essentially a shortcut. That we allowed it then, I believe, is what drives certain politicians now to clamor for a wrest of power from the present government.

It’s not simply about lack of an alternative to a present evil, but a refusal to be manipulated by another one.

I was already made into a pawn when I participated in EDSA Dos. I’m not falling for that again. Fool me twice, shame on me. It would take much more than people with shady credentials and blatant agenda to coax me into heeding a call that could ultimately sweep someone else less deserving and more deleterious into power.

Thank you, Mr. Lozada, for telling us what you know. You have definitely earned your place in history. But can you please stop with the antics now?

(End Entry)

Hmm… I disappear again and then now I pop up out of nowhere armed with a serious and political? post. Tsk. >.> *studiously looks for something light-hearted to blog about to make up for this fact* 

And because I’m feeling strangely opinionated right now, I’ll end this with a quote: “The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity” - Andre Gide