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So another day has passed. I’m getting older. T_T
1. FREENOTE – Bokurarizumu
2. Kanon OST I – Florescence (Softly Version)
3. Beck OST – Lost Melody
4. DNAngel Vocal Collection – Yasashii Gogo
5. Miyavi – Rock N’ Roll is not Dead
6. Orange Range – Champione
7. Janne Da Arc – Akai Tsuki
8. PANIC ch – Date
9. Savage Garden – I Believe
10. Fruits Basket OST – Chiisana (Orchestra Version)
11. Every Little Thing – Feel My Heart
12. Ringo Shiina – Ishiki
13. High & Mighty Color – For Dear
14. W-inds – Because of You
15. Hyde – White Song
16. No Regret Life – Nishimuki
17. Gackt – Secret Garden
18. Home Made Kazoku – Kuuneru Asobu
19. NANA – A Little Pain
20. Tokyo Jihen – Jusui Negai
21. Melody of Oblivion ED – Yume no Ato
22. Akino Arai – Kimi e Mukau Hikari
23. Orange Range – Hai! moshimoshi… natsu desu! (Dogday Afternoon)
24. Hirakawa Icchoume – Jama kikou
25. Loveless – Michiyuki
26. Acid Android – Chaotic Equal Thing
27. Tainaka Sachi – Kirameku Namida wa Hoshi ni
28. Asian Kung-Fu Generation – Mugen Glider
29. Gundam SEED Destiny – Life Goes On
30. BLEACH – D-tecnolife
31. BLEACH – Hanabi
32. B’z – Splash!!
33. Full Metal Alchemist OST I – Ominous Clouds
Hm hm. I’m kinda addicted to downloading scanlations recently.
(Scanlation: a new word that appeared out of nowhere, meaning a image file that is a “scan” of a Japanese manga, oftentimes with “translations” to English/French/German/Mandarin done by various otaku groups out there. “SCAN” + “transLATION”. The same way the English language make stupendous slang words.)
I now have “Ai Yori Aoshi”, “Loveless”, “Negima”, “BLEACH”, “DNAngel”, and “Kagen no Tsuki”. I kinda enjoy having something to read when I’m bored and for practice pictures for my Photoshop meddlings. It’s kinda costly if I buy the real thing, as much sometimes as a whole new CD from YesAsia. That will be, probably, if I really would like a series or two so much that I want to read and re-read them everyday, then I’ll buy.
Sidenote: There’s a Japanese term somewhat related to addictively reading manga. It’s called “tachiyomi“, literally “standing reading”. Even in train stations, buses, pedestrian lanes, bookstores, it’s common in Japan to see people reading manga while walking or standing still. They’re so enamoured with the book that they can withstand standing for hours while reading volume after volume of manga. Probably, when I buy a manga that I really would love to have, I’ll end up in a “tachiyomi” position in a bus somewhere in the Philippines, and I would look pretty weird. ~hehe.
I posted this entry 4 days after the infamous 06/06/06 date. Yesterday was June 6, 2006. I just was curious what would happen on this day. Probably it will go down in history as one of those “numbers”, like 9/11 and 7/11. But whatever.
I was aghast today after seeing ALL those spams I saw on my tagboard. If there’s something that can ignite me seething mad all day, it’s spam.
Quincy’s multiple entries are OK. Sometimes it’s a matter of this tagboard making bad errors, leaving indelible marks. I’m planning to eradicate this problem by transferring to CBox. It would be dandy, but it would mean easier spamming.
I have only three guesses who the culprit is behind those badly-made spams in Filipino. It’s either Andrew, Ellison, or somebody from either 3CSB or 3CSA that smokes a lot of banana peels. Initially Mat was the “dude”, but seeing Andrew’s ominous mannerisms, I have to take him into consideration. These two has the same “literary fingerprints”. So, please, I implore these spammers that their idiocy is noticed already. If they’re that idiotic, I hope they not make it more obvious anymore.
It looks like I have to break another promise to myself. T_T
I have to stay at the CSA section. It really broke my heart that I can’t go back to CSB, but there are reasons, that I am rendered powerless to fulfill a heartfelt wish.
The CSB section’s time is from 1:00 PM to 8:00 PM. The CSA fared better, from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM, sometimes could be at 10 AM start, and one time at a Saturday at 12 PM. The CSA’s daily subject average is 4, while CSB’s 5. Also, the CSB’s schedule, frankly, would terrify my parents. Aside from the unstable time, the fact that the last time I had an afternoon class I kinda screwed pretty bad, and I know the nightlife would be of a bad choice. PM is the time where the bad elements appear, and that, I know already, is a resounding “NEVER” from Mom & Pops. So, as disheartening that I have to stay another semester at that section and I miss my old classmates at CSB, I’ll bear it. Like the pains of life that come my way, I’ll grit my teeth, fake a smile or two, and try to stay as likeable as I was last time in that section. I can only smile when my heart dictates so. I’ll bleed buckets, but what the heck. Life could be a bitch sometimes.
Although my heart, as always, ache to be in familiar company. I can only hope for a better time.
There’s nothing much to be proud of the recent Philippine “achievement”, that a Filipino, Heracleo “Leo” Oracion climbed Mt. Everest. The Filipino politicians crow about it. President Arroyo played the “kiss ass” game with the climbers. The TV networks started talking like idiots about that “supposed” achievement. But what the f**k. It’s a shame.
The plain truth is, and no sane person could deny, that the giant Filipino TV networks, GMA, and ABS-CBN, waged war over whose sponsored climber would climb Mt. Everest first. Up stake at that informal wager is not the entire Filipino nation’s pride, but the exclusive coverage, endorsement deals, and the cash that the news can generate. It’s all about media bragging rights and cash, and not nationalist pride.
Initially GMA announced that Romi Garduce would scale the mountain first, but ABS-CBN sensed a potential market, and to up the ante, organized a team of mountain Tarzans to climb Mt. Everest first and steal GMA’s thunder. So, it was a badly-made derby, and the networks are the jockeys.
And, ABS-CBN succeeded. So to speak, crowed so loud that it resounded through all the country, hoping to generate the same energy that was generated by the Beatles. Alas, it was not to be. Only the foolish politicians took the bait. I can only say that Pacquiao can generate more frenzy that a couple of those corporate chimpanzees.
So, only ABS-CBN won. Not GMA, not the climbers, not the Filipino people, only ABS-CBN, now still counting the loot they got from the exclusive coverages and sponsorship deals. And, with that “supposed” kapamilya smiles, I see they’re wee satisfied with what happened.
I’m also nearing down to “three years” of this blogging business. Hah. It’s going to be three years. So many bittersweet, happy, sad, sniffy memories. But, my memories won’t have a timeline, nor an expiry date. It’s like a river, it just keeps flowing. I can’t stop my own memories from flowing freely out and into my fingertips. Or, unless I’m gone. But that would be in a future I mapped with a pencil.
Where did I stop last time? Ah, #20.
21. I hate queues. Probably it’s nature’s way of satisfying orderly people and make the hapless people writhe their way up front to get served. And there’s the Filipino version of “gratis”, where they squeeze one person in line just because they’re “in”, making more people grow frustrated.
22. My most favorite food is called “Papaitan”, or sometimes called “Pinapaitan”, which in English would mean “Bittered”. It’s a bitter but delicious exotic meal, and with two versions. The first version would be the five-star hotel version, where aside from the exorbitant pricing, appetizers and other French-sounding melodies they serve, the “Papaitan” they serve is picked from the innards of a male goat (I dunno, but they don’t try the female ones), along with lots of choice tender goat meat, sometimes grilled. The soup is a combination of the broth (they boil the ingredients) and the greenish goat bile (a green liquid that gives it its unique bitterness). The second version would be a little more on the wild side. No pampering. The contents and preparation differ a little. First, there could be beef with the goat meat, although the goat meat must outnumber the beef, 10:1. There’s the innards, which outnumbers the meat. And the soup’s preparation is the same, although the male chefs insist that there should be a tang of spiciness with it. And the goat’s gender is not an issue. And, the preparation and preparers are usually “Barako” men, which mean men overdosed with testosterone, ego, gut-wrenching macabre tendencies, and machismo. Luckily for me, the ones who cook it at home are people I know, and I know that they are, at least, with a sense of cleanliness.
23. My favorite beverage would be Sprite.
24. I’m the one at home usually assigned to pay my mom’s credit cards. I don’t literally “pay” with my own cash, but what I mean is I’m the one who goes to the banks, wait in line (which I hate), go to the teller and give the cash (provided earlier by Mom). And that’s the reason, in my future, I marked with pen, “I would only own two credit cards”.
25. I love to watch professional wrestling. And one of the reasons I don’t buy J-Pop CDs much frequently is because I buy the VCD or DVD copies of previous WWE pay-per-views. The first PPV I bought would be “Survivor Series 2003”. But, I found a way to have many J-Pop CDs and wrestling CDs at the same time. But it involves a little of “burning” and “renting”. Hehe.
26. My official reading companion would be “Reader’s Digest”. When I was a kid, I would read my mom’s old collection of the bulky Reader’s Digests. Until now, I always make sure I have three copies of Reader’s Digest in my bag before I go to school. That’s what I read when I’m bored.
27. I don’t believe in superstitions.
28. I never hold grudges. I am never comfortable that I have an enemy or two in this world, so as much as I can, I never try to make anybody mad or angry at me. And, to me, it’s a burden to the heart to have a distant anger, somewhere, in its inner self.
29. My favorite NBA team would be the Cleveland Cavaliers.
30. I love playing RPGs. The first RPG I played was Final Fantasy Mystic Quest. And, so to add, I was addicted to play those types of games ever since.
31. I’m admittedly a “chili-head”. The more spicier the food, the better I like eating it. It’s not uncommon for me to bring a pocketful of the red chillies on eating parties, where I put it in my soup and crush it.
32. I make it a point that I eat a lukewarm meal. I never liked eating meals that I have to blow gently to “cool” it, or the food burn my tongue and make it hurt for days. So, at home, I anticipate the time that they will dole out the meal. I prepare my meal, cool the rice, and let it stay for a while, about 10 minutes, until it is of a desired temperature.
33. My bedroom is a total chaos. It makes my parents’ eyes red like a bull. There’s bus tickets strewn all over the floor. The TV’s too close to my bed. My bags, my books, all over the room, no organization. But I clean my room every two weeks.
34. I had never let go of some of my childhood habits. At bed, I have three pillows. One for my head, one is an emergency pillow (as I call it, in case one family member steals a pillow or two), and one is a pillow which I embrace every night, cuddling it in cold nights. But, even if it’s cold at night, I was never accustomed to cover myself in a blanket. Except in Christmas.
35. I definitely hate “vendos”, or vending machines. They have this state-of-the-crap bill validator, which sucks up a bill and returns if it’s too crumpled or it’s a fake. My Php 20.00 bill usually gets sucked up… and just sucks in. Never validated. So, if you see a vending machine that had a bad dent, it’s a sign that’s a bad machine.
36. I can cook my own meals. Usually I cook chicken curry, pork/chicken adobo, sinigang, fried chicken, kare-kare, and other more that I can learn. But usually, when my parents are not at home, I experiment with food a-la “Iron Chef”, one of my most favorite TV shows. I always end up with something weird. Ever heard of a “corned-beef pie”? I blended corned beef and three eggs together and fried it. It ended up like a fluffy pie.
Briathrail // Albert 2MNG 
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