I love coffee, I love tea…
(http://blog.hellokitty.com/javajive)
…and don’t forget the chocolate cake! :)

The Cousin Who Saved Me. XD

August 18th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

Today, I was left home alone. Which in and of itself is fine… except there wasn’t any food left. At all. Well, fine… there was milk, some weird strawberry biscuits, and a few packets of oatmeal… but the oatmeal fell prey to my stomach at snacktime, I’m allergic to strawberries, and I couldn’t very well have just milk and water for dinner…

 But then my cousin dropped by! XD The same cousin who made my little brother cry with me. And also the one stated in the Fox News post…

Cousin: Where’s uncle?

Me: Out. Dunno where.

Cousin: Oh. Your mom with him?

Me: Yep.

Cousin: Oh. Where’s everyone else?

Me: Out. Dunno where. Oh, except Ahia. I know where he is… Intern duties and blah in the Phil General Hospital…

Cousin: Oh. Oh well. So much for bugging people.

Me: I’m here to bug!

Cousin: … There’s no food again, huh? Well, I’m hungry. And since you are in a perpetual state of hunger, why don’t we order pizza?

Me: That depends. Are you paying? *hopeful stare*

Cousin: I’m a decade and a half older than you. Of course I’m paying.

Me: YAY!!!

*after ordering food*

Me: Wait. Aren’t you over thirty-three?

Cousin: … Say that again and you’re not getting any food.

Me: Zipping it. *pause* *cheeky smile* You are only old when you think you are, you know.

Cousin: SILENCE, CHILD! This is why I don’t like bugging you. You’re so flippin’ difficult. Now your brother, that is what I call easy prey.

Me: PIZZA~!

Cousin: She’s ignoring me again…

Driving…

August 18th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

Due to numerous car troubles, I haven’ driven myself anywhere for around… 4, 5 months? But today, my dear ol’ dad left the key inside the car, and since I was the only one left at home - I had to drive the spare key to the office. -_-;;

Mom: Your dad’s old. He forgot to get the key before leaving the car. At least he didn’t leave the engine running… but it’s only a matter of time, I tell you!!!

Me: Okay. So why’d you call me?

Mom: We need you to bring the spare key here. Blue car’s.

Me: But… Isn’t the blue car the only one I’m allowed to drive?

Mom: … In light of this circumstance, you have our permission to bring the small white car. Rather, it’s not like we have much of a choice, here.

Me: … Can’t he just pick the lock? He did it before. One must wonder why he’s so well versed in picking car locks, eh?

Mom: … We parked along the street. It’s a very busy street. It would look… very strange. I wonder too. But let’s leave your father’s… odd… hobbies alone, shall we? KEY. NOW.

Errr…. yeah. XD So anyway, I drove the white car… and I swear, I hate that thing!

Me: *LIGHTLY tapes accelerator*

Car: *vroom to 30kph*

Me: O_o;; *heart attack* WHAT??? I haven’t even fully released the clutch pedal yet!

… Within five seconds, AND still in first gear, the speed goes up to 60… For Philippine traffic, that is a Very Scary Thing. O_o And I’m used to the normal car… 100 kph in 3rd gear??? O_X!!! What in blazes???

Surprise Despedida

August 15th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

Last (last)Saturday, Aug 4, we had a surprise despedida (going away party) for someone who was going to abandon us for the US of A. Problem: it was pot-luck, and no one confirmed what they’d bring. So, we panicked and went off that morning to buy groceries.

There were three of us. Gin, Meg, and I. We were supposed to cook the spaghetti ourselves, but Meg’s cook came along and saw Gin and I bumming on the couch, unable to get up… and Meg in one corner doing homework. Freakishly responsible as she is.

The couch when Gin I were through with it. It got worse after the second bum round.

Anywho, while waiting for six o’clock to come around, we decided to have apples. And the Camembert Cheese that we just had to buy that morning. And the chocolate pudding Gin brought.

In the picture, there’s only half of the C. Cheese… but that is a huuuge lie. We ended up eating the other half too. Not to mention started on the Blue Cheese. Those are four apples, by the way.

Okay. So, eventually we had to go to the party. The venue will remain undisclosed due to privacy reasons. Just look at the pretty pictures and wish the house were yours I know I do. Anyone who knows where it is, do not mention who owns it and where it is or I will set you on fire.

Such a nitpicky group of friends I have… we even had�a FA major arrange the colourful Puto (rice… cakes? rice bread?) on the plate…

Kons: No, don’t do it like that, it’s better if you move that to the middle.

KT: …

Gin: … I don’t care. It’s food. It’s destiny is to end up in our stomachs and melt in the acid, anyway. If we really had to, though, I trust KT more… she’s the FA major…

Kons: … you’re just mean to me because I’m the only guy… *fake sniff*

ICAns are very… vain. Case in point: the young ones discovered the gigantic mirror near the main door, and could barely be pulled away from it.

See? They’re just looking at themselves… O_o How… strange…

Eventually, we found out that our fear of no-one-bringing-food did not ring true. The problem is that everyone brought palabok. Imagine big buncha palaboks + pasta…

So… damage control… we ordered a bucket KFC. XD So we had some form of meat. Dessert = puto, chips, brownies, and leche flan. Not too bad, really.

AND~! what’s more… KT and Kons disappeared for a few moments to get cake! From Conti`s! <3

Huge cake = <3. Does the equally huge knife scare you? By the way… Bong, if you’re reading this, that’s the coke can you’re missing. Sadly, it’s been crushed and thrown into the trashbin. O_o

Lookie the cute cake cutters! That we gave up using in the end because the cake was too big for ‘em.

Before I forget… “Surprise Micca” master plan:

1. Cathy, who was with Micca, was supposed to get something from this house.

2. Cathy and Micca go upstairs to look for thing.

3. When Micca goes down, everyone’ll be in the living area, pretending to just be there, while someone pokes her and yells “Surprise!”, afterwhich everyone will yell it too.

…The thing is that we forgot that Micca’s denser than a rock…

Micca’s reaction upon seeing everyone: “Why are there so many people? OH WELL.” *heads for the door*

The rest of us: O_O WTF???

Me: *thwacks Micca* Oi! Don’t you realise that there are people here the owner doesn’t know??? And that you know everyone here? And that we don’t all know each other???

Micca: Oh, now that you mention it… *pause* So how’d they all end up here?

Everyone: TT__TT Micca, you slooow, sloooow person.

Someone (forgot who): *mortified voice* It’s supposed to be a surprise despedida!

Micca: Oh. *long pause* OH!

Everyone: Now you get it…

The saddest thing is that I’m not even exaggerating. O_o that really happened. Ah, Micca… I will miss your clueless-ness. Don’t leaaave uuus!

…After the not-so-brief moment wherein everyone shook their heads in exasperation, thwacked/poked Micca, and laughed at the weird-ness of the situation; we all settled down to eat.

We were supposed to stay in the garden, but the seeded rain put a great big hurdle to that plan. *sniff* But it’s so pretty…

Funny. Remember all those family reunions, and the entire “oldies table” and “kiddies table” thing?

The segragation was palpable. Notice the distance between the two tables. The problem is that we were all within half a decade of each other. Oh well. Micca pin-balled between the two tables.

Eventually, the kiddies left (all at the same time, actually), the oldies’ numbers dwindled, and it was time to retire to bed. Since Meg’s was closest to the venue, Gin and I slept over. Because Gin lives in Makati. And although I lived just (literally) down the hill from Meg’s… whenever I get home past a certain time, the household gets very reluctant to let me in. In other words, it takes around half an hour for them to open the gate to let me in.

We had to transfer Meg’s mattress to her brother’s room (brother = in Boston)… Gin and I saw the bed and decided to dump the mattress on top of it. High bed~! Yay!

Yes. We are overgrown children. XD We also have a shot where we’re touching Meg’s (very high) ceiling, but it’s in Gin’s camera and she’s been too lazy to send it/post it, so… yeah. I’m not tempting fate by waiting for Gin to send it. The computer might cease working by then.

Unfortunately, Meg gets quesy on extremely high beds, so Gin and I (very reluctantly!) had to put Meg’s mattress on the floor. Well. Not that all three of us fit very comfortably on the one mattress anyway. But… High bed! *sniff*

Late Post and the Reason Our Net Died.

August 13th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

So happy! My net AND my comp are now working properly! I half-retract what I said about PLDT… apparently, our net-less-ness was not a fault of theirs. It was because a rodent chewed on the main phone line or something… X.x Stupid disease-carrying thing. Although… the customer service of PLDT still leaves much to be desired. They didn’t send a technician, didn’t follow up, didn’t… anything. Thank whatever higher power may be that someone found/noticed the mutilated wire. @_@

 

Unfortunately, the computer still dies like… every ten minutes? Roar. TT__TT I really, REALLY need to have this fixed. Or hope someone kindly donates a working computer or laptop to me… >.>

 

*prays that she’ll be able to post the two late posts before comp dies*

 

——————————-

Last last friday (Aug 3 - O_o SO LONG AGO!), classes were suspended in UPD - all levels. Ateneo, sad sad place, only suspended for freshmen. So I couldn’t invite my sophomore friends out.

Thankfully, I was saved from a day of utter boredom by my pseudo-relatives, Danna and Mheryl. XD We went to Greenhills.

First order of business: Food. And since we had no money, we decided to go fastfood through and through. Breakfast was in Chowking.

The thing about Danna is that she’s got the worst luck. Ever. Case in point: she got a ligament tear once from walking down the stairs… and she was two steps away from the landing. Oh, and have I ever mentioned the time she got stampeded on? Yes, a great bunch of people stepped on her. *cough* Anyway, she was supposed to go to an interview in a building beside OB Montessori; so we walked to the gate nearest the building — only to find out it was locked.

                            X(bldg)

______________closed exit________________________

                                                                                            |

                                                                                            |

                                                                                            |

                                                                                            |

                                                                                            |

                                                                              open exit

Random worker from greenhills: There’s a huge gap between the gate and the ground… so most people just… squeeze under.

Random person: *as if on cue, squeezes under gap*

Gap: (at least knee high)

Danna: *considers it*

Mheryl: Are you kidding me??? You’re wearing slacks and a white blouse! Knowing your luck, you’d tear or stain something! We share clothes so don’t ruin ‘em.

Me: *nods* … I wouldn’t be surprised if you tripped while going under it and ended up rolling onto the street or something… afterwhich you’d promptly get run over by a ten-wheeler. Even if ten-wheelers aren’t allowed in this area

So… for Danna’s safety and the safety of the clothes she shares with her sister, we went around to the open gate. And we walked her to the building. Just in case.

Danna: *takes step forward* *foot almost gets run over*

See? Worst luck.

—– 

While Danna was in the interview, Mheryl and I wandered around and got my eldest sister’s old phone unlocked. Yay! No more dead phone!

For your sanity’s sake, I’m not writing down the stuff that happened while the two of us were left to frolick. XD Believe me, your brain’ll melt.

—– 

Next order of business: Food. Again.  And since I had an interview myself in Ortigas later that day, we went to Megamall. And went to Sbarro. :)

Next to Danna or anyone, really, but I didn’t say that, did I?, Mheryl and I are absolute pigs.

Danna’s order: Half an order of Spaghetti and Meatballs.

Mheryl and I: Giant slice of White Cheese pizza, Giant slice of Mushroom pizza, and a whole order of Baked Zitti.

The clincher: Here’s what our plates looked like when we were through.

(Mheryl’s and mine)

(Danna’s)

And since we (M & I) were still hungry, we ate that too.

 

—–

My wallet got sapped that day. All we did was eat. Breakfast was late - around 9am. Lunch was at noon. And then, barely half an hour after gulping down lunch…

We ate even more. Ice cream is wonderful. Of course, Danna got a medium while we got larges. And as usual, D couldn’t finish hers. -_-

*ahem* Now… boring stuff. We walked to the building where my interview was to be, D nearly gets mauled, and then we generally talked nonsense and then the two waited for me in the CR, I think while I was in the interview and all the jitterbugs that went with it. Once again, Boring Stuff. It’s the walking back that gets weird…

—–

We got tired on the way back, so we stopped by Shangri-la Hotel and bummed around the lounge area. And bought cookies from the bakeshop.

Mheryl: *insane laugh* While we were waiting for you, I made up a song. It’s so cute~! <3 I should make an album!

Danna and I: … O_o

Me: Should I be afraid?

Danna: Very, very afraid.

 

 

Err. Yeah. I did mention that insanity runs in the very roots of the family, right? Not even they could escape it, it seems. And D and I are very sorry, World, that we actually helped her fine-tune her… err… mioink song…

 

Mheryl: Wheeee~! *laughs*

 Danna: I don’t know her. I swear. We just look alike and happen to be sharing a table.

 —–

After an hour or so of bumming, we decided that dinnertime was reasonably close. So we went to Shangri-la Mall. We walked around a bit, pretending we weren’t there just to eat… like how we pretended not going to Megamall and Greenhills just to eat… But it didn’t take too long for the call of Wendy’s to penetrate our very souls…

Ahh, yes. A wholly fastfood day. So fun and yet so very bad.

 

Have I mentioned that Mheryl’s afraid of ketchup? The saddest thing about that statement is that I’m serious. The funniest thing about it is that she’s not afraid of blood (most people who share the fear, after all, are afraid of it because it reminds them of blood…).

 

Mheryl: Stoop. I’m gonna fall… That’d be painful.

Danna: Actually, your burger is gonna fall.

Mheryl: Ah, that’d be even more painful.

Me: Ahh, yes. A girl after my own heart.

 

…she sounds drunk, doesn’t she? Must’ve been all the food. And the heat. On second thought, she always sounds happy-drunk. XD

 

And that was it. O_o Any day with those two is a strange day. XD Glad they came along. Otherwise, Id’ve rotted at home.

PLDT, Why Must You Wound Me So?

August 8th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

Short post.

Due to the typhoon (I think), our phone line and consequently our DSL connection died. Out of the blue. Just this morning. TT__TT

*sigh* It seems that those two(three?) posts will have to wait. Anyone reading this, please help me pray that PLDT sends a technician soon.

Of Little Brothers and Dead Computers…

August 7th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

O_o I haven’t been online for four days… O_o Wow.

In any case, to cut a long story short, my computer got infected with a virus that makes it randomly hang/restart… and not work for around half an hour after.

Needless to say, it is very, very sad. Having it fixed this weekend, methinks I hope.

So. In any case… the pictures for the supposed Aug3 and Aug4 entries are in the dead computer, so I am currently unable to post them :( .

No pictures this post! :(

In other news, I need “Big-sistering 101″… O_o I just made my little brother cry. (Well, fine, it was my cousin and I, but still…) I wasn’t even scolding him or anything. O_o It just… happened. One moment we were talking, the next he was crying…

Cousin: *playfully pinches little brother*

Josh: Ow! *pouts and glares*

Me: O_o Don’t overreact… I’m sure that didn’t hurt.

Josh: It did!!! ‘Cause I’m fat and fat people hurt easier! You don’t know ’cause you’re not fat!

Me: … -_- That doesn’t quite follow…

Cousin: Don’t worry, I didn’t get it either.

Little brother: *grumbles* Maybe I should save a hundred dollars and go to Europe. And change my name to Bob.

Cousin and I (who honestly thought it was a joke): *burst into laughter*

Little brother: *pout-glares even more*

Me: O_o You were serious? USD100??? That’s not even enough for a trip to the local beach! And airline customs!

Cousin: And BOB??? *laughs some more*

Little brother: *Cries, drops his doughnut and storms off*

Cousin and I: O_o Okaay. Did we make him cry???

Okay. I wasn’t trying to make fun of him. I thought it was a joke… and when I figured he was serious, I was honestly incredulous. O_O AND… My little brother is in sixth grade… he’s old enough, isn’t he? Twelve… do kids still cry at the drop of a hat at that age…? When I was in sixth grade, I was doing payrolls for my mother… O_o Generation gap… Or is it the youngest kid syndrome? …Perhaps my little brother is just a little lot oversensitive?

Gah.

————–

Random note 1: Remember my Very Dead Phone? It’s been replaced! XD Yay for me! My eldest sister bought a new phone, so I’m using her old one. Not that the new-old-phone is strictly fully functional - but at least it’s not dead!

Random note 2: Samsung phones are weird. When your battery runs low, it vibrates AND beeps to tell you so. Like… every three minutes. So if you’re trying to conserve what little energy is left, all of the annoying vibration-warnings will eat it all up. O_x

Blog Train Project

August 2nd, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

 

(taken from Bong’s blog)

The Blog Train Project (a project of Pinoy Ambisyoso) is nothing too serious. It aims aims to promote your blog, increase your traffic, and be seen everywhere! :)

{HOW?} Answer all the questions below, submit and copy. That’s it!

Your blog’s address.
Your blog’s title.
Describe your blog.

Give at least the site address (http://www.____)

Blog you often visit.
Blog you admire the most.
Blog you think is worth reading.

Example:

Blog Address: http://blog.sanriotown.com/javajive:hellokitty.com/
Blog Title: I Love Coffee, I Love Tea…
Blog Description: I blog about everything and anything, as long as I find it fun/interesting! XD In other words, prepare for insanity. :P

Blog I visit often: http://mistful.livejournal.com/ (for the interesting opinions)
Blog I admire the most: http://verstehen.livejournal.com/ (for the interesting and coherent opinions)
Blog I think is worth reading: http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com (for the beautiful pictures and interesting commentary)

{IMPORTANT}
(1) Copy this topic and rewrite post to your blog;
(2) Include the origin (blog) of this topic;
(3) Place it above before this topic and post.

Biased News

August 2nd, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

 

Fox News = Most Biased Ever. Worse than the local brand, even. O_o

Yesterday, 01 August 2007, 1600H (+8 GMT), there was a news report on a Connecticut rape/murder of a family. Apparently, the perpetrators are 2 guys that were given parole.

By the way, I’m only writing the gist of it — I was too busy to write it down word per word yesternight. I tried looking for the news in the Fox Official Website, but to no avail… :(

Newscaster: What I want to know is that why were these guys given parole? I mean, look at their rapsheets! Murder after rape, rape after theft… it’s obvious they’re going to do it again.

Me: O_o zomg.

Such bigots, I tell you. How can they say that in (inter)national television??? It’s just like saying
“drug rehab is useless” or “prison time is useless - they should all be killed so that they can’t do it again”.

In any case, they were basically dissing Senator Joseph Lieberman about it - not very effectively, though - they just kept rephrasing the abovementioned statement. -_-

Newscaster: Why were they given parole in the first place? Can’t the government do something about this injustice??? The government made a stupid decision and must now make amends. Who is responsible for this? Who can retract the parole order?

Lieberman: Well, the Governor has the power to give and retract parole orders. It’s up to her.

Newscaster: *long pause* *repeats above*

Cousin: Psh. They just don’t wanna slam her (M Jodi Rell) ’cause she’s republican.

Me: O_O!!!

… And I thought GMA and ABS-CBN were biased… O_o

Ratatouille

July 31st, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

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.

Videos by java0 | More VMIX videos | Embed this video

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)

——————–

Madagascar

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

——————–

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

—-

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???

——————–

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

July 30th, 2007 by javajive:hellokitty.com

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
—————————————————-

-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.

Pink Blog
Official FAQs of Sanriotown Blog
Fashion Blog
Director's Club