Saturday, February 24, 2007
American Idol 6
I'm going to keep things short and sweet. Here's what I think of the AI roster:



More on that as things progress.


Credit Rickey.
JC got bored @ 9:20 PM

Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Sir Javert says...
[Through text....since it's a public announcement anyway, I'm gonna put it here.]

"I want 2 break my silence aftr all that has happend. I did NOT campaign 4Chiara NOR 4Llenel b4 d electxn. I congratulatd Llenel & consoled Chiara aftr. But what I cud not stand is, ther wer som peopl who campaignd NOT 2 vote Chiara. Put n perspectiv, Batch'08 has ACHIEVED a lot this yr, & Chiara workd hard for it as Batch Pres. It's just not fair that peopl fail 2 see d over-all pictur. Let's be objectiv about true accomplishments & what's truly gud 4d batch!"

Hmmm.
JC got bored @ 2:33 AM

Sunday, February 18, 2007
All Night Long [The JS Prom]
Prom Tip: Wearing five-inch-heel peep-toe stilettos is like putting your toes through a meat grinder.

This I learned the hard way. At the end of the night (roughly 1:30 a.m.), I was walking in tiny steps because of all the pain and my only thought was "OMFG MY &*!#$@%ING FEET!"

I should probably tell you the whole story. It started with a decision:

a) Mermaid-cut maroon silk corset-top tube gown with black lace fishtail and bolero; or
b) Aquamarine corset-top tube gown with flowing A-line skirt and shawl.

Apparently, I was more indecisive than I realized. The part that sucked about it was that they both had corsets, so I couldn't dress up alone. Here's the thing, Gown A was hard to walk in -- I could barely move my legs above the knee -- but it cost P8,500, so no fucking way could I NOT wear it, maroon is totally my color, my make-up, nails, and mask were made to fit this gown, and people were already looking forward to seeing it. Gown B was a lot easier to move around in (i.e. perfect for dancing), but the color soooo didn't suit me, and this was my Mom's gown to my Tita's wedding last Saturday.

Stupid me. We'd just returned home after getting my hair, nails and makeup done at Jesi Mendez, and I saw Mom's gown on the clothes rack. Out of curiosity, I go, "Hey, what if I try that on?" And Mom's like "Yeah, my dress is better than yours." (AARGH.) And when I try it on, I'm like...

"It does look good. Damn it!"

So now I can't decide. A or B? First I pick the maroon one, but then Mom guilt-trips me into wearing the aquamarine one, so I change. Once I get to Shangri-La EDSA, however, I head straight for the restroom (after getting lost a couple million times) and change back into the maroon one. There, after switching twice, I finally made a decision.

Prom started well, save for the lame dinner, but hey, there were Hershey's Kisses all over the table! Routine screams of "Love your gooown!" or something along those lines, pictures, pictures, pictures, "fix your corset we can see your cleavage," and cotillion. Cute dancing, hated the music. Within 15 minutes of walking in my Nine Wests they start to HURT LIKE HELL. So even though it's weird, I take them off. Once my feet feel better, I put them on again. This process will repeat about 7 times the whole night.

The highlight of my night was obviously...dancing! Since I couldn't dance in my maroon dress, I head to the restroom with Dea to change into the aquamarine one. I had no idea what to do with my shawl, I use it to turn my tube dress into a halter top! Yay, cute!

Prom Tip #2: When you're on the dance floor, don’t be afraid to look like a total retard. Shamelessness is inversely proportionate to the amount of fun you'll have dancing. Self-consciousness is a killer in these situations. Just let go!

We get back, and people start dancing. I guess I've changed a bit since my La Salle days. Four years ago at the Grad Ball, it took major convincing for me to get on the dance floor, and even then I barely danced at all. This time, I shook what my momma gave me! (Aagh, lame expression.) And let me tell you, it was hella fun.

Prom Tip #3: Dancing barefoot is better than dancing with meat-grinder shoes.

The Bloomfields get the people gravitating towards the dance floor, and I head over there barefoot and dance my ass off. Don't knock it, it was fun! Beila danced *gasp*! Ang landi sumayaw ni GMA, ohoho! Oh, and they played "Colorblind" by Counting Crows, which I suggested for the prom playlist, so yay!

Picture-taking is no fun at all when you're dancing. Okay, it kind of is, but it's like, you're getting your freak on and someone's like, "Uy picture!" and you're like "Hey, I still wanna dance!" You end up waiting (Ilang-ilang pic), waiting (date pic), and waiting (barkada pics of Barcie and Albert and Maan M. -- aww, 'di ko na naabutan) and wanting to go back and dance. Solution? Dance while waiting! Haha =P Sir Segs interrupted me slow-dancing with Edineille and Albert at the same time while waiting in line. And then I slow-danced with Giselle and GMA, whose idea of slow-dancing is making giling-giling, hence the "landi" label.

Prom ended waaay too soon! I wanted to dance until 4 a.m. (thanks for instilling that in me, Zobel peeps!), kaya super bitin. Oh well. We should have proms every week! Or dancing parties where you just...dance. And take pictures with hot drummers, Beila. Haha!

So, return to end point. I did leave with thoughts of "OMFG MY &*!#$@%ING FEET," but I was also happy with the way things turned out. Despite not going on an inuman session, staying overnight or even sneaking off to Starbucks like I would have wanted, I had the best prom ever, and I hope next year, I'll have the best prom ever too.

Next year, though, I am staying far, far away from five-inch heels.
JC got bored @ 4:03 AM

Sunday, February 11, 2007
"Ang kakapal ng mukha ninyo!"
Sir Joma:

I am sorry that you have to deal with III - Potassium as an extra load with little to no compensation. Though I cannot do anything to help you, I hope you know that some of us do appreciate what you are doing for us. I may not be the smartest tool in the shed by a long shot, but I do learn from your Chem lectures. And a lot of us gave you high ratings in the teacher evaluation.

On behalf of most of us, thank you for your efforts, Sir.
JC got bored @ 2:58 AM

Friday, February 02, 2007
Things to remember when blogging
On more than one occasion, I'd gotten comments on my old tagboard (you know, before it conked out) asking me for tips on blogging. After visiting numerous blogs that irritate me for one reason or another, I've finally come up with my top nine Things to Remember When Blogging! (Hey, better late than never.)

[Before I get going, I want to give a shout-out to Sir Martin and his entry on writing good blog posts -- thanks for reminding me to get my lazy butt around to double-clicking this ancient Word document and copy-pasting it onto my Blogger. Cheers!]

Here we go:


1. Never ever ever ever EVER put background music. Anybody with a computer and speakers most probably has their favorite songs already playing, and my God, if your blog music, no matter how awesome it may be, disrupts the song your reader is already listening to, you'd better pray that your content is worth it. Otherwise, chances are your readers will be clicking the little "X" button faster than you'd like them to.

2. Go fucking easy on the fucking expletives, fucktards. Cuss words do not make you sound cool, and when used in excess they just get annoying. Use only when necessary, i.e. when you're really, REALLY ANGRY. And even when you're really angry, you don't have to swear. By the way, putting asterisks on your swear words (ex. "that f***ing b*tch!") doesn't make them any less offensive.

3. Avoid highfalutin words. It doesn't matter whether or not you're a walking dictionary, blogs are not for showing off your vocabulary prowess. (Unless your readers are all Proust scholars or Jeopardy champs.) Besides, people like to read things they can actually understand. Save 'em big ol' words for your term paper, buddy.

4. Contrary to what you might be thinking, you don't have to put EVERYTHING on your blog. In other words, you don't have to let everybody know that you just ate a sandwich or took a dump. Choose your topics wisely.

5. D0n't p0sT lyK d1s. Ugh. It's irritating.

6. Don't post...like this...either. Why would you want readers to think you have some sort of mental disorder?

7. Be aware of your audience. Remember, posting your thoughts online, especially on hosts like Blogger, makes them open to EVERYBODY on the internet. If you want to write more personal posts, I suggest you get a LiveJournal so that you can choose who gets to read them.

8. Readable always trumps pretty. Forget flashy, bright-colored blogs with too-tiny fonts. Your blog can be pretty, by all means make it so, but make sure that your readers don't have to squint to read your posts. Simple isn't always bad. (And yes, I'm still on the hunt for a neater-looking blog layout.)

9. Blogs should be an accurate window to your personality. Don't worry if your blog comes off as too emo, or narcissistic, or shallow, or dorky. It's who you are, and you should embrace that.
JC got bored @ 4:57 AM

Thursday, February 01, 2007
For the record
Tyra Banks is not fat.

Cut her some fucking slack, okay? And I'm not saying this because I'm fat and all, but I hate how people think that if you're not Keira fucking Knightley in size (and I'm telling you she is fugly), you're fatfatfat, a fat fucking walrus. I don't hate skinny people (I happen to think Marcia Cross and Nicole Kidman are beautiful), but please. Tyra is a gorgeous woman, and 161 lbs. at 5'10 is NOT FAT GODDAMNIT.
JC got bored @ 5:51 AM

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