Sin and Absolution

Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Wilzen Bermoy. Culpable of 11 violations against the UP Baguio Debate Society. Wittingly and willingly admitted that—even after more than a year of training in debate and adjudication—he still doesn’t know how to adjudicate
Wittingly and willingly admitted. Why is he still around?

Lorene Duculan.Would have been the chair of the UP Baguio Debate Society. Was the one voted for by Jahzeel Cruz, Abel Quintos, and Clifford Chan. The one voted for according to the society’s by-laws and traditions of the society
Would have been. Had Arlene Bonifacio not staged a sham protest to be able to get Glaysa Solasco into the position of chair.

Glaysa Solasco. Current chair of the UP Baguio Debate Society. Became chair through Arlene’s manipulations and sham protests. Was teammate with Arlene in this year’s NDC. Broke into the octofinals.

The one Arlene Bonifacio lobbied for to become chair. The one Arlene created a sham protest for—in the guise of junior crying out for representation. A protest brought out to the body claiming that it was a junior who was wanting to be able to vote for the election of officers. Even if that wasn’t in the by-laws, tradition indicate otherwise, and that there isn’t even any junior protesting. Just Arlene orchestrating and staging the protest. The one Arlene set out to bend rules for. The one Arlene lied for.

Arlene Bonifacio. Former chair of the UP Baguio Debate Society. Current chair of the Northern Luzon Debate Council.
Lobbied to make Glaysa Solasco as chair even if the by-laws and traditions indicate otherwise.

Lobbied to still keep Wilzen Bermoy despite the 11 violations. Even if the 11 violations were offensive to adjudicators, the society’s alumni, and the society itself.

Lobbied to have a break cap in this year’s NLDC, even if at the start of the competition there was no break cap to begin with. Depsite the full knowledge that the people who will be capped are the team’s from UP Baguio. Aldwin and Kenneth was capped. Because she lobbied for it.

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Every message sent to Wilzen was warranted.

I never said you were afraid, dog. I knew you're not. And because I promised you November, you know you're going to get it. Be careful what you wish for.

Sugar, you're going down. *evil laugh*

This isn’t even war yet. There is still the chance to cower away and back off.

You know very well why this post is here. It isn’t even just because you were cowards and denied Jahzeel and Donna that slot to compete. It isn’t even because we texted your little science project reprimanding him for not letting Donna and Jahzeel compete. You know very well.

 

                                        We texted Wilzen. 

Because we firmly believed on what Donna and Jahzeel as a team can do. We firmly believed that these two, along with the some of you, can and will break in the octo-finals. Because everyone in that org knew their capabilities. So why hesitate?  Why hesitate in voting the yes when Sophie has volunteered to shoulder every damn peso for the mean time? What are you so afraid of? And no, don’t begin to tell us that there wasn’t any fear in you. You were cowards. You are a coward. Cowards with no balls to even speak off.

 

It was mean. Heck, I know the message was harsh. But it was warranted. Every single letter, space, period and comma was warranted. Because of that hesitation to let Donna and Jahzeel compete. It was mean. And it is supposed to be. It isn’t even half of what Wilzen or Arlene deserved. It might have scarred the living daylight out of Wilzen, but that was warranted.

 

They had it coming.

 

Because YOU did the same to Donna and Jahzeel when you  denied them that slot. YOU were mean and harsh when you hesitated and denied  these two the chance they deserved. The chance they were building themselves up for, the denial that Donna and Jahzeel did not deserve. Don’t you dare talk to us about unwarranted things. Your hesitation was unwarranted.

 

YOU did the same to the alumni, when YOU refused to let the merit of these two speak for themselves, because the alumni built this society with merit in mind. Because the alumni thought all along that this society is about merit and fair competition. When Wilzen voted a NO and hesitated, it was a bite on the hand that fed you. So you deserved every single reprimand you get.

 

YOU did the same to the juniors. That was you harsh and unwarranted. Because the juniors deserve to have the best compete among them. They deserve to see and know the people behind the society. They deserve to know the capabilities of the ones before them to be able to understand what they are truly capable of.

 

YOU were harsh and mean to the society you bear the name of. You don’t deserve to carry its name. The NO was unwarranted. You owe it to the organization itself to let these two great minds compete.

 

Donna and Jahzeel deserve to be there. Heck, they deserve to be there than some of you. Because Jahzeel and Donna has showed you, time and again, what they can do. Don’t get me started on listing what they can do and what they have done. Each and everyone of you who denied them this one chance would be hanging their heads in shame, because you could only dream and drool over these things.

 

 And it isn’t even about the six-month residence in the institution that is even an issue why they can’t compete. Heck, we’d even extend recognition of thanks to each of you if you adamantly stood up for these people. That you would allow these two to compete, even if you were hanging on to some blind hope that they’d be let in. It’s that denial you orchestrated, the hesitation you conspired to do just to be able to keep a seat in power. For whatever reason you had in mind, that you had to wait for Wilzen—even if there was a quorum, thank you—just to be able to orchestrate this and be able to refuse these two this one chance.

 

 Why did you hesitate? Why would you be eaten up by your crab-mentalities and stand shivering with arms raised when voting for NO was called? What’s in it for you, anyway? This is a society, damn it. The glory of one is the glory of all. Heck, ten years from now, the names of the people would be forgotten. But they will be reminded that UP Baguio Debate Society did this, and did that, broke here and broke there. Ten glorious years later, it’s not going to be Jahzeel’s name in the halls, or Abel’s or Ate Abby’s or Arlene’s, it’s going to be UP Baguio Debate Society or UPBDebSoc. It’s going to be UPBDebSoc who had the shelves in ODSA decorated. So why deny them? Why hesitate? When glory was there on the table tangible enough for you to take it, so tangible you can almost smell them breaking. So why? Just because it’s going to be their names and not yours decorated along the halls that you cower in fear?

 

 

                                    You hesitated to give them this one chance because you are pathetic and will exhaust every means just to keep yourselves in your position. When, as a matter of fact, they don’t even present any real threat to the society. Heck, just the possibility of another glory year.

Abraham Quintos and Diana Kathrina Leomo, alumni, University of the Philippines Baguio Debate Society

TAG!

this game started in Livejournal. And Because I have been tagged by Jahzeel here in friendster. And I am more than willing to oblige.

(some of these are sindicated from my Livejournal Account.

10 Random Secrets/Facts about myself.

Each player of this game starts off by making a weblog post, listing ten(10) weird things/habits or little known facts about himself/herself, then tagging six (6) other bloggers to do the same. No tagbacks.

1. My eating philosophy is save the best for last. For example: I eat my doughnuts from the outside to the jelly portion, my burgers in a circular fashion--from the outside to the middle, the pizza dough first before the toppings, and the blue M&Ms last.
2. I don't sleep with my palms face-up. Either I keep it tight, put it under a pillow, or have it face down. Because I am superstitious like that. And I don't want a random ghost scratching my palms in the middle of the night, thank you.
3. I don't eat anything pink, except Potchi probably (the strawberry gummy candy) and cotton candy. That's why I don't eat pink flowers on cakes, pink icing, drink four seasons, hotdogs, Tocino, sometimes, almost pink binagoongan, and THE LIST goes on and on. I am mostly disgusted at pink meringue. yuck.
4. I could kill for a Chowking Halo-halo! I could even have one even on the coldest rainiest days, at two o'clock in the morning, or even for breakfast.
5. I used to have two major crushes named Abraham. By major crushes I mean mad-love-infatuation-let-me-write-your-name -in-all-my-notebooks-beside-my-name-with- a-heart-in-the-middle major crush. A Bryan Abraham back in High School, and an Abraham Eleazar in College.
6. I could easily be one of the laziest girls you know. There I said it. I went by through High School and College without ever really studying. I watch TV longer than I should, I talk on the phone, talk about other people and stalk my crushes longer than I actually study. I have once been told na isa akong baranggay tanod. Lakad lang kasi ako ng lakad during experiments. At hindi gumagawa ng Physics experiments, Chemistry experiments at lalong-lalo na ang T.H.E. AT hanggang college ganyan pa rin ako.
7. I talk to myself more than the average person should. (I think). The reason why I keep a lot of blogs is that's myself talking to myself working overtime.
8. I am good at stalking people. I know a lot of secrets because of this hobby. Sometimes, I amaze myself at all the good finds I encounter.I had a crush on this boy, and I found out his class schedules, where and what classrooms, what he usually does on Saturday afternoons, who he was linked to, what the names of ALL his immediate family members are, and a lot of other things in between all under one breath. And the amazing part is I did not even ask him anything! These things are volunteered to me by friends and himself (keyword: volunteer). It pays to have the right contacts. hello, Xaris!
9. I am terrible at remembering faces. I could tell you their phone numbers, where they live, their full names, and other idiosyncrasies attached to the name, if I only I could remember who the face I should attach the details to.
10. I can't sleep if there is nothing against my back. (Hindi ako makatulog kung walang nakadikit sa likod ko). It can be anything like pillows, or the wall, or a thick mass of blanket(s) , or somebody beside me in bed, because I am paranoid like that.

AND I AM TAGGING:

• Christia
• Ria over at multiply
• and ABEL, because I can!!!
• Boji
• Alvin Chong (because I would like to know the facts you would post)
• and yes, YOU! I am tagging you too.

mostly because I love her so much.

it's her birthday she can laugh/cry as she wants to...

You'll know it too, if it happens to you.

To Joy GOMEZ (that's joiundefined.livejournal.com) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Alam mo na ang message ko sa iyo. Kaya mo iyan. don't worry I will be here.

let me say that again: the obligatory webmaster promotion post.

(and it's just that I am so very proud, since this is the first website I have ever developed) And it beats learning FrontPage back in HighSchool. html, baby self-taught.

UP BAGUIO PEOPLE,

Won't you show us some love and support?

here it is: the official website of the UP BAGUIO DEBATE SOCIETY

It is currently being developed by yours truly. Nothing much is up in the website, yet. Just a few things thus far. It's just that I have been very, very busy with other things that I have to attend to. (read: that thing called Valentine's Day)

Comments and suggestions and any violent reactions can be directed to me. OR to any member of the Debate Society. Please feel free to visit the site.

Send us all your love by linking the website to your blogs, websites, blog posts, or whatever to show support to UPB DS, or to any of its members (read: ABEL, JZL, CLIFF, LORENE, SOPH, RLYN, NIGEL, etc. whoever it is really you have crushes--or arduous infatuations on)

that's

http://upbdebatesociety.co.nr let me say that again, that's
upbdebatesociety(dot)co(dot)nr 

hello, 2007, my name is Kath.

There is a trend to write New Year's resolutions at around this time of year. I am not one for making them but since I told my friend Joy I am going to make some this year, I will make some and then intend to keep it--at least as long as I can and until there is no compelling reason to do otherwise.

I know it's rather late to come up with one now, but here goes:

(1) Lessen the sado-masochism

        I think the idea pretty much covers a lot of things. I just have to refrain myself from doing things which tug at my heartstrings the wrong way. Things which include (but is not limited to the following):

• refrain from checking out the blogs of people who give me headaches (the ones which are too impeccably wrong grammared-if there is such a term, the ones who use the words *stuffs* too much (stuff is already plural, there is no further need to pluralize it), the ones who simply prick me for no reason at all, the ones of sworn enemies from memories past, etc, etc)
• refrain from stalking people who I just happen to be occasionally jealous of. (the ones who stalk his profile, the ones who had crushes on him who I don't like, the ones he had some shady pasts with, etc.) I'd like to think I am above these people, given circumstances.
• refrain from finding out about people's pasts or present, things which will hurt me (it's better if I completely resolve to stop caring about them)

(2) Don't COMPLETELY trust anyone who does NOT take sides.

        Although I'd like to wash my hands out of bigotry, because this isn't the case here. And I am not going George Bush on people and say that "you're either for (me) or against (me)".
        This resolution I had to learn the hard way in 2006, because FRIENDS will DO stab you in the back, just because, not because they are rooting for the enemy but because they are rowing in the middle river, and unless these FRIENDS want to be hit by bombs when they do row in the middle river, they have to appease both sides by volunteering "harmless" information to both camps.
        I have been guilty of this crime too, except that I am more upfront about it. And I don't pretend to be all nice and blameless for it.
        It's incredibly distasteful that there will be people who will play innocent, and say that they understand, or that they really care, when you know that they MAY really hate your guts, etc. Enough said. So I resolve to keep some of my secrets secret and to choose who I really share it too. Not that I will suddenly lack the people to tell my secrets to. It's a way to learn who to really keep close.

(3) Avoid checking out girls

        Unless I wanna be glared at for staring too long, and unless I want these girls to think (a) I'm insecure of them, (b) I have a lesbian crush on them (c) there is something stuck between their teeth. It's a blanket "policy" which pretty much covers: friendster, multiply, the mall, sari-sari stores, groceries, schools, FXs, the metro train, etc.(hey, i like to look at pretty people--myself sometimes included.

(4) Be more socially relevant

        Which means I have to lessen watching trash TV--reality shows can be fun but they reduce your IQ just a little, watch more news, learn more about THE NATIONAL LANGUAGE, subscribe to more causes which I believe in (like saving the vowels), read more, observe more and blog more, among the many other things which might help me and the society even just for a little.

(5) Write more decent blog posts.

        (Self-explanatory)

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what i got or Christmas (may have been way better than what i prayed for)

"Perhaps I had a wicked childhood/Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked miserable past/ There must have been a moment of truth
For here you are standing there loving me/Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood/I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing/Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood /I must have done something good."
       -Maria, the Sound of Music, "Something Good"

        That's how I feel that this year has boiled down to. I understand I have been quite naughty this year. I have been a b7tch more than my fair share should be (but it's just that I always believe, that everyone else is a b&tch, it's just that some of us--myself included--can be downright upfront about it)

        Despite the occasional bitchiness and the mad-love sadomasochism, I'd like to think that what GOD gave me for the Holidays pretty much spells that I have been a very g-o-o-d girl.

"...somewhere in my wicked miserable past/ There must have been a moment of truth..."

        (1) my mom's health. Despite the confinement in the hospital and the liver failure and the 500+ blood sugar count, and the fact that she now has to take insulin, I'd like to think that she is still blessed. For one, she can still hike up two flights of stairs and be able to survive all the craziness of diabetes. (but then again, it's not really MY Christmas gift to claim, BUT she is my mom, and her health is a gift to us, too)

        (2) the really good friends do stay around. or come back again. Like Elaine,

harajuko_girl and Joi,joiundefined and Jahzeel among the other people like members of the UPB Debate Society, and the new ones i met who i share some secrets with like Alice orange_stardust and Xaris, xalai and Rome
rominaiza and pretty much a lot of people in LJ-dom. Without discounting the girls from BALL.

        (3) my BA thesis is ALMOST, just a few more pages, done.

" For here you are standing there loving me/Whether or not you should"

        (4) I got myself my very own stoplight. A little backgrounder: I am in love with this boy who i tell a lot of silly, quirky things to. So a lot of times, while walking me home--back in Baguio City--we used to stand at a particular street corner somewhere near SM Baguio and Victory Liner. I told him, that I wanted to have a stoplight all to myself so I can play with it whenever I want and make the lights go red or green at whim. So this boy, gave me a stoplight. He made it, out of materials you find at home. If I might say, it's mighty sweet of him to even remember the little things I say.

        (5) the boy i love to share the HOLIDAY with me. I must have done a lot of good things this year to have this one on my plate. And i got even more that what I prayed for. I prayed that he be allowed to stay until four p.m the latest. That was all I asked. But dear Lord, I got more! (yeah parang Home Shopping Network) He had Christmas breakfast, Christmas Lunch, and Christmas Dinner with us. Sitting with us at the table, laughing and talking to us like he IS family. And my sister is talking to him already. And he got to stay around until 12 midnight when we (as in the entire family--my mom, my sister, my twin, and my brother and me) drove him and dropped him off to Cubao to the bus station.

"...So somewhere in my youth or childhood/I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing/Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood /I must have done something good..."

It must have been a good year. Happy Holidays, Everyone! And advance HAPPY NEW YEAR. Luck and Love.

to the boy i love (on Christmas)

(just in case the postman doesn't get there on time)

whoever sees this boy please tell him this:

dearest AQ,

        we've been through a lot. except for your childhood bestfriend and your family, i would like to claim the rights to have been with you the most.

we've been through being strangers, acquaintances, orgmates, friends, flirt buddies, each other's favorite company, best friends, each other's best kept secret, lovers, and all those in between. maybe all under record time. and you seem to be able to be wonderful through it all.

        i am glad that those girls NEVER took a chance on you. that they were all too primped up and sheltered to believe that all you are going to do is break their hearts. that all they wanted to believe was that you are a player with no good intentions. if they ever come across this: i am so happy for their loss.

that they don't know how wonderful you are. they don't know how smart and funny and sweet and caring and how mindfvcking good conversations with you are and how you are enticingly sensual, and a lot of other things. and that never for once you played with my heart.

        had that been the case: nobody would have held my hand tightly while i was sick and suffering in UP hotel, nobody would have given me piggy back rides when i couldn't walk because of that ailment, nobody would have given me sponge baths and stayed up all night worrying about my fever, nobody would have stayed awake with me and crying and consoling me because of my thesis, nobody would have been willing to take 6hour bus rides just to see me on my birthday, nobody would talk to me about dead stars and the marvel of th Greek civilisation and the causality of prayers, nobody would talk to me about the most banal of things to the more profound ones like dead stars and Pablo Neruda, nobody would have been so wonerfully marvelous just like you are. among a lot of wonderful things only an ABEL QUINTOS would do.

        i am glad, i am yours. and yes, you are mine.

but i cant seem to give you anything in exchange to all the marvelous things that you have done for me. but if it's any consolation:

        I have nothing to offer you. Nothing really quite tangible, except for the two small hands who will be willing to keep you warm, and the two weak feet that are all too willing to stand out outside your window waiting for you. I don't have anything to offer, but the assurance that only you can have my heart and no one else.

Look here: This is the reason why I hate some Friendster Bloggers

(cross posted from the LiveJournal Community: Nakamamatay)

Ever came across bloggers like these people? Girls (or boys if you like boys better) who make your headache just having you try to figure out what the hell they really mean. Man, even Egyptian Hieroglyphics are easier to decode than these bad boys.

sorry, girls. I think it would have been much better had you written these posts in Filipino. I can't understand any sentence in these entries.

"yah, it's really hurts" your stupid bloody asses, write in freaking Filipino or Indonesian if you are Indonesian or Waray if you are Waray.

hello, lost in translation?!?

Please, if you write like this, keep yourself under friendster-house-alert. Man, i would hit myself in the head if I write like this! Or better yet, not write at all. It's really quite simple:

you can't have too many (S) in your sentences. Simple elementary grammar. AND PLEASE, TYPE YOUR g@DD@MN WORDS! SAVE THE VOWELS!!!

No wonder no one ever comments!!!

Friendster Blogging has benefits: Bashing.

"Ever came across blogs where you just have this feeling that you are SO not coming back again after that very visit? Trust me, I have a lot of those, especially with the introduction of Friendster blog. Please, for god’s forsaken sake, don’t even try to start writing if you have nothing interesting to write? Why do you write just for the sake of updating the blardy god damn stupid blog? DON’T! It ain’t worth it. If you would just close the fucking account because you will read back a decade later and start imagine how stupid you were."

-ALvin Chong

And i thought, "heck. This boy is right. " I thought what with everyone blogging nowadays, most bloggers have come and registered themselves PATHETIC. I am not saying that:

(1) ALL friendster bloggers are pathetic, whiny writers. Heck, no. There are some I would gladly subscribe to. Because of the content and the sheer beauty of their proses,
(2) I am the best blogger in the world, if you ever think that that was my intention, well, go get your two digit IQs checked and keep yourself under house arrest. moron.

So in keeping with the rants and the jeers, I shall write down about the things that a lot of friendster bloggers do, which if I am them, I'd be thinking to myself how pathetic my life is.

(1) BLOGS USE WORDS. there are a million friendster users who have blogs which they don't AT ALL even update. All they do is waste space and pretend to own one. Please, stop wasting the bandwidth of friendster, stop being a poser and delete your blog because you are not using it anyway. (It's incredibly irritating to find a NEVER updated blog with the words "My Blog" as title)

(2) USE PARAGRAPHS. Don't people learn the use of paragraphs back in elementary composition? Believe me, paragraphs are an effective way to have more people want to read your posts. Because it is quite headache-inducing to have to read a 254-sentenced paragraph. Okay, even 60 sentenced paragraphs are mildly irritating.

(3) USE PROPER GRAMMAR. Please, if you are only going to write things with stupid broken English, then don't write in English at all. Heck, the reason why there are two national languages is not for us to ignore the other: Filipino. That being said:

Tang-ina mag-tagalog ka na lang. Ano, balak mong gawin daigin si Manny Pacquiao sa kanyang broken English? Unless you are doing some post-post-modernism sh1t which requires for you to speak in broken, stupid (which I swear you are not, I bet you don't even know what post-modernism is) Hindi ako nagmamakaawang gawin mong Pulitzer Prize winner ang blog mo. Ang dinadasal ko lang, ayusin mo ang grammar mo. Sh1t, ganun ba kahirap intindihin na mas maganda basahin ang isang pangungusap kung hindi ito bali-baliko? eh kung patayin kaya kita ng mga posts na panay:

"I'm still love you." at tipong "The FLowers is pretty." and "the boy I love are blind." Ha? ha?

(4) VARIETY makes things INTERESTING. Write fun stuff, post pictures, whatever, so as to not make your blog look blah. It's beyond annoying to see that some people only write:

“Today I woke up at 7am. I brushed my teeth and I went for breakfast with papa and mommy. Later I met my friend and then we yam cha and we talked and then I went to toilet and then at night I went back home and I took my shower and watched TV and spent time with my mommy and daddy and I slept after that.” WHAT THE FVCK WAS THAT?!?!?! YOU A 10 YEAR OLD OR SOMETHING? A FvCKIN’ 10 YEARS OLD KID CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT. Excuse me, a blog is not your personal diary, put that on your diary or at least password protect your post. I don’t give a shit and I don’t even wanna know when you pee and poo and I don’t even wanna know how your poo looks like. Keep it to yourself and to those desperate addicts who are interested in your pathetic life. Come to think of it, why the fvck do I even care? After all, I ain’t returning to that blog ever again, will I?"
(Alvin Chong)

That being said, as much as I'd like to b1tch the entire system, I can't. It's your blog and maybe you are entitled to some degree of freedom of expression (or in a lot of friendster bloggers' cases: A SEVERE LACK OF IT). People are entitled to sound like idiots on dope, if that's what they want. They are entitled to their own stupid ways, if that's who they are. They are entitled to write like nine year olds, if that's how they do it. Besides, it's their own businesses to mind.

For the most part, I don't care as much though. Because if their blogs are stupid, I don't even come back for a second time. (What you think I am a masochist?)

Here's to Past Loves and the One I Hope That Would Last

aka as the obligatory pre-birthday post)

On the 20th of November, I'd be turning a year older. Albeit occasionally burnt, the years have turned me wiser , less capricious, more rational, less evasive, and more mature.

I used to be falling in love with every other guy who feigned interest, therefore the occasional burns with what i had mistaken for as love. And then HE came around.

"This years love had better last
Heaven knows it's high time
And I've been waiting on my own too long
But when you hold me like you do
It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can't go on"
- David Gray, "This Year's Love"
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Back in High School, I thought I was in love with the boy next door. Too hasty to think and really feel, I have mistaken love for infatuation and the occasional euphoria of holding hands. I though that was it. But immaturity and euphoria got the best of me. I jumped ship. And it was fascinating how i turned into a shipwreck. I jumped from a fairly good boat into an easily sinkable and makeshifted raft. I have mistaken love, this time, for loneliness and a sense of companionship. I fetishized and wasted away more than a year of my good life, and being with that boy, I was a shipwreck. And then HE came around.

"Baby before you, I was bad news
In letting me love you
I think I can get through
Oh baby before you
I was so scared
I was a train wreck waiting to happen
On the way to nowhere"
-Chantal Kreviazuk, "Before You"

Back when I was younger I made a list of what my ideal boy should be. Along the way, I had to make compromises, Because I thought, in love, I had to compromise. After being burnt and getting shipwrecked, I finally settled to never compromise too much again. (Besides, the ideal guy is just an arm's length away).

"it's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along."
-Maroon 5, "She Will Be Loved"
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Physically, I wanted him to be thin, with beautiful dark eyes, a crooked half smile, crooked teeth, high cheekbones, bow legs, careless hair, is enticingly sensual and handsome but he doesn't have to be THAT handsome that he has to be coveted by every other girl in the room.

Intellectually, I wanted him to be funny and intellectually stimulating, and will give me mind blowing conversations I could wank about even the week after. I wanted us to talk about anything and everything under the universe like dead stars, and Pablo Neruda, and will argue/converse with me anywhere: in the bus station while walking home, on the bed after making love,  in parking lots and wide, open spaces. He ha to be occasionally interested in art and poetry and wine, but he should not stop getting intrigued with what happened in Iraq or the criminal justice system, He has to be funny and occasionally corny. he has to be intellectully stimulating.

Emotionally, He has to be willing to to talk and be willing to be burnt  by me and with me, every now and then.

(And on the little things) He has to like chocolates, he can choose to be the life of the party or the wallflower whenever he chooses. And among the other little things that I fetishize and get crazy about.

"save room for my love
save room for a moment to be with me
save room for my love save a little
save a little for me
won't you save a little
save a little for me - ohh"
-John Legend, "Save Room"
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I think that I have found him, the ideal guy, this time around. It wasn't a hard position to fill in anyway.

I want this year's love to last. I wanted him to last long, longer that all my crazy infatuated endeavors combined three times over.

I want him for myself, for my Birthday. And every occasion after this. I want him.

I want him to last and stay around. And he promised me and sang to me, he's going to love me more than anyone.

"I'm gonna love you more than anyone
I'm gonna hold you closer than before
And when I kiss your soul, your body'll be free
I'll be free for you anytime
I'm gonna love you more than anyone"
- Gavin DeGraw, "More Than Anyone"
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I have decided to purge my old friendster blog

I have decided to purge my old friendster blog, because:

(1) it is time for a revamp, that old journal is, well, old;
(2) i want my blog to have a new web adress, the old one just won't do;
(3) future and old stalkers who have bookmarked/linked that old journal will have to stalk me via friendster first to be able to find me;
(4) the surgery i did with the semi-new journal is quite pretty, don't you think so?

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so why do i still keep making a friendster blog even if I have a very marvelous journal over at livejournal?

(1) because I'd like to believe that old friends would still like to know about what is happening with my life/trains of thoughts;
(2) because I feel a little unfair that I am able to look around people's lives, via their blogs in friendster, and I dont offer them something to look at;
(3) because it's creepy/stalker-y that I blog hop on their brains and they can't blog hop on mine;
(4) because I keep a few good friends who blog in friendster:

Jahzeel,
Reyton,
Rlyn,
Clifford,
Joi (but she has an LJ account),
even Abel (who doesn't update,really),
and other people from the UP Baguio Debate Society that I blog hop on,
like Nigel,
and Spica for example.  
and the girls from BALL(Lee,
Nath,
Xyza,
and the other interesting people I blog hop on:
Isaac,
Xaris,
Zig,
Ardee,
Rome,
 even some peeople from that law school in Makati,
like Jon,
and Charles.

Basically, everyone. Because stalkers like me have been around lurking in friendster, even if don't comment on your posts, without you knowing it, and now you do. Because girls like me have stalking tendencies since 1985.

this was me then.

1. you hit on his profile at least once every time you visit friendster;
2. you know-memorized- his friendster ID number and could  hone the last time he checked friendster, the number of friends he has, the month he became a member, who were his new added friends all under one breath;
3. you know his email ads;
4. you make a testimonial for him pretending to be "just friends";
5. the testimonial you make for him jokingly-or seriously- praises him;
6. you get insanely jealous over girls who make testimonials for him;
7. you get thrown in a mad cow fit when you find out that one of the girls who make testimonials for him is his crush;
8. you check out the profile of girls who make testimonials for him and secretly laugh thinking that yours is a whole lot better;
9. you secretly wish that one day he will make a testimonial for you;
10. you make it a point to look good in your photos-just in case he feels your charming presence, checks out your profile and makes a testimonial for you;
11. you make it a point to check out his favorite things and make a mental note to watch it or read it or listen to it-so that next time you and him have something to really talk about (not that you like these things);
12. you check out the friendser profiles of every girl in his friends list and make a mental note to be cooler-or way cooler- than them;
13. you know from his friends list who are his friends, his crushes, his orgmmates, his past flings, his first love, and everyone in between;
14. you talk about him impliedly in your BB posts and blog posts;
15. you secretly pray that he reads everything you write, every post, every photo so that at least he knows that the reason you do friendster-mostly- is because of him.

if you find yourself doing at least seven of any of the things mentioned above then put yourself under house arrest--in a house where there is no phone nor computer-- so that you wont be tempted to hit his profile again (baby) one (or three) more time(s).