Okay...
POSTED AT 10:07 PM

hottie_ice

Wow. I actually have time for time for this. I thought I will long for so-called cyber life in this case. But anyway…

Yesterday I went to for the opening/acquaintance party or whatever they call it, for the freshmen. In fact, I’m officially studying at UERMMMC (what a long acronym) this coming school year. Yes, I’ve already stated my school for the sake of saying it; I know it’s one of the best nursing school in the country but it’s quite…well…unpopular. Never heard of the school before. It just started to ring a bell to me this summer. But who cares, as long as I’m going to school, right?

So my friends and I got our schedule. Ironically or sarcastically we laughed at it or as I put it’s preposterous. I got classes six days a week with a lot of breaks in the middle, kinda new to me huh? I’m just ‘culture shocked’, I guess.

On Mondays, I only have 2 subjects, GP and Filipino 8am to 4pm—long hours of nonsense. Tuesdays, well this is a bucket load of a sched : 7:30 Chem starts, followed by English at 1, Math at 4:30 and Pe at 6, and all held at UE Recto. The problem is, I don’t know where the place is and I’m already going to it school time comes. Recto, for all I knew is a congested and polluted place. I’m imagining myself getting lost to that urban wilderness. I’m clueless and PE at 6 pm?! And just what the heck? I’m just waiting for revisions. Wednesday is Library and consultation day. I don’t have a damn idea what the hell is this. Well, good luck to me. Thursdays are the same with Tuesdays. Friday NSTP at 1-4 and Saturday- Logic at 8-11. Jusko! Hiwalay pa.

My classmates, being the most clueless as we are laughed on how where gonna deal with all of this.

And as for the opening party, it’s a mayhem but to the point that it was…informative. I’m just giving a little bit justice to it. Is it just me why I thought about it like this or was it just hot yesterday?

Listening to: Time In
Feeling: whatever

new layout
POSTED AT 01:18 PM

hottie_ice

Due to the lack of anything to do and or the major anticipation of school with the idea of lesser Internet time when it comes, I’ve decided for a new layout.

Nothing fancy here though. Everything is rushed albeit having a very hard time in the process, just for the sake of changing.

I got the layout from Up4grabs. Well, much as I want to make this blog as original as possible, I can’t. That’s because I don’t have Adobe, it’s just hard to rely on paint alone.

What a childish stunt it is to have chocopets around but you know...it's cool.


Temporarily...anything goes now.



Watching: Honey & Clover
Feeling: sore

Quizzes...
POSTED AT 05:41 PM

hottie_ice

I know this is a bit useless but it is just so true.

Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique. You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

You Are 68% Creative

You are beyond creative. You are a true artist - even if it's not in the conventional sense of the word. You love creating for its own sake, and you find yourself quite inspired at times.

Anyway...*resumes previous work*
Listening to: All because of you
Feeling: crappy

Pre-school entry
POSTED AT 05:54 PM

hottie_ice

So tomorrow is my first day in my first year in college. Not that I’m excited or what, I just don’t feel like it. I don’t even have any idea of what to do in school tomorrow. I heard that our Wednesday schedule does not require any attendance, it’s up to you if you want to go to school or not. So being the studious student that I am, I decided to go to school tomorrow. It’s the first day after all,we need to start it right. But who was I to kid? Only plausible reason I’m going to school is my dose of (college) allowance. And to tell you what, my allowance was the same since I was in 6th grade up until to 4th year in high school. It wasn’t raised at all, not even a centavo. But anyway, this time in college--its payback time.

So talking about my new uniform I’m not comfortable with, it’s a psychological way of thinking I’m just not used to it. On the contrary, it looks like and feels like white cartolina we’re wearing, speaking about hideous nursing uniform that is. Not only that, I became more flat chested that I usually am, I look darker, and I can hardly move.


Now that I already declared that vacation is over, I gonna summarize in the simplest ways what I did over the past 2 or more months.

-Read fanfiction. Number one activity I did, which made me stay up until the earliest of mornings. I’ve been doing that for several weeks, and those occasional graveyard shifts of reading are sickening, very I mean. Side effects such as: a day of dizziness, drowsiness, headaches and blurry vision.

- Hours Days in front of the computer, fixing layout, chatting, watching videos, friendster…you get the point.

-Talking to my friend over the phone for three hours when we just met minutes ago and she just lives nearby, talking about the same stuff we just discussed prior to the call. We do this almost every night.

-Washing Dishes. I'm required to do it since it is one of the things I do during this time, just to name a few.


-Basically this vacation is a little bit of whacked. Typical, nothing special, just the mundane things happened and not all of my summer plans had rendered. I even planned to do a summer job or attend driving lessons but…cruel chance.

So vacation is over. So be it then.



Watching: I, videogame
Feeling: giddy

For Father's Day
POSTED AT 08:08 PM

hottie_ice

So I’m spending this precious space of my blog just to talk about my father. You don’t get me doing this everyday, now I admit I’m not a family-oriented person as most of you are. Well, he deserved something like this after all the annoyance and tears that he had cost me. He never changed; he’s still obnoxious, irksome and infallible in his own ways. He always thinks he’s right whenever I try to give off my side—and come up with the idea of me being always wrong, since after all, he’s the all-knowing adult here.

But enough of that, I’m not going to elaborate how obnoxious he is.

But how ‘evil’ he is, I mean evil. Friggin evil.


Let me share one of the most evil things he had done to me…

So my benevolent cousin lends me this gray diskette containing the ‘Pokemon Silver version’ game to be installed in the PC. I mean Pokemon silver on PC?! How cool is that? For all we know the game’s original console is the Gameboy color. I was wondering who is the genius behind the diskette.

I was playing ever so smoothly and enjoying it to the full extent. The game however is not wrecking our computer system despite its unusual medium of installment. I was in the middle of the blissful utopia that is the world of Pokemon, when my Dad ‘think’ I was spending more of my time in front of the computer and neglecting my studies.

Yes, I understand as a parent, you would lead your children to greater good. He could’ve reprimanded me then and there, to take my ass off the computer and study instead.

But he didn’t.

Of course he got mad at me, standing up for his Brute-like reputation in the threshold. I could have considered his actions and accepted what I deserve.

But he didn’t do that.

As the most evil thing as far as I could remember—He told me he would delete the game.

My game, my small world, my tiny little world of simple joy threatened to be gone.

First I thought, he wouldn’t do that would he? He was just scaring the heck of me, and in the back of my mind he really would not do that because I know fact he was incapable of doing so being the computer illiterate he was.

But he did. He just did!

I thought he can’t He didn’t call any of my cousin to do it for him but rather single-handedly.

I was a kid then, grade 4 –childish and meek. You know, if I were older I would do anything to bring it back. And then I was afraid to re-install it, to get sued.

It was so before; I could even remember how childish I am for craving for things such as that. But I could still feel the pain of losing it. Fresh pain I feel whenever I reminisce the day.

Making me feel how evil my Dad was.

Plain evil

He could’ve considered I was a kid, give me what I want, scare me if I did something bad—then correcting me in the process. But he had completely neglected that.


But I tell you this, though it is unbecoming of me, you will value your Dad for that. You can actually feel we had cared for you. Despite of what he had done, it doesn’t make him any less of a dad, still a 100% of him is he now and before.

He is still evil, that was rhetorical and I’m just kidding. Generally, he is not at all.

This is a tribute for all Father’s. They show their love—in the hard(est ) way.


Happy Father's Day...in advance.





Listening to: 4 in the morning
Feeling: dorky

When cockroaches attack!
POSTED AT 05:42 PM

hottie_ice

Last few days, I decided to brush up my window blinds. Since it hasn’t been cleaned for a year—I think. My dad forewarned me that they are many cockroaches outside so I better put aside my chore. I didn’t bother because I’m not afraid or disgusted with it even if they squirt huge amounts of slime if you crush them. They don’t bug me, even if they are called “bugs”.

No joke, our garage was like the worst cockroach infested lair. But I decided to continue cleaning my blinds. It is ok if those cockroaches are just around, but then they started flying and jumping in the laundry I’m doing. That’s when it started to get in my nerves. I quickly dispatched from my chore and squashed all of them with a stick broom and stomping at the same time.

It was like a true to life videogame, the more and the faster you kill the better, the higher points you’ll get. That is, if they are really no match for you, qualified enough to get zapped like unworthy minions. Number is their only offense. I quite enjoyed the squashing. I felt superior—chasing them while they flew hysterically. There were a lot of dismembered body and a whole brain-like slime, but then I realized I have to clean the mess while still killing the new batches sprouting from everywhere. I finished my work immediately to avoid being pestered further.

A day with cockroaches…though I can’t exactly remember what day it was.


Listening to: Teenagers

And your last name....
POSTED AT 04:16 PM

hottie_ice

Got this from garnet....


WHAT DOES YOUR LAST NAME SAY ABOUT
YOU?:

Here's mine:

fuckin crazy (in a fun way)


great in bed


unbelievably great in bed


unbelievably great in bed


great in bed (Ow fuck, not again)


easy to fall in love with

A: you like to drink.
B: you like people.
C: you are really silly.
D: one in a million.
E: great in bed.
F: you are dead sexy.
G: you never let people tell you what
to do.
H: you have a very good personality,
looks and a very good kisser.
I: great in bed.
J: people adore u.
K: you're wild and crazy.
L: unbelievably great in bed.
M: great in bed.
N: you like to drink a LOT.
O: awesome kisser.
P: you are popular with all types of
people.
Q: you are hypocrite.
R: fuckin crazy. (in a fun way)
S: easy to fall in love with.
N: you like to drink a LOT.
T: you're loyal to those you love
U: you are really silly.
V: you are not judgemental
W: you are very broad minded.
X: you never let people tell you what
to do.
Y: best boy/girl friend any one can
ask for.
Z: always ready.



So, I'm great in bed. Enough said

Listening to: Irreplacable - JJ 650
Feeling: great in bed