Finally, a decent entry!!

This week, I vowed not to eat any pizza, especially if it's from Pizza Hut. It's not because I detest it (I admit, just the aroma of pizzas cooking in the oven makes me very hungry) but I had a really bad experience with it.

My friends and I ordered pizza last week, at first everything was okay, but just as my friend was about to finish the last piece, we realized that the whole pizza was stale! (Eew... ) It was too late for us to complain because the delivery boy was gone and we have thrown the receipt outside (not to mention we forgot the number of Pizza Hut). We just laughed about the entire issue, saying that we just had made our own version of Fear Factor.

The next day, we all suffered from diarrhea.

So here I am taking Loperamide and other anti-diarrhea medications.

Mari... remind me not to eat any pizzas.

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Still on the pizza thing...

Last Sunday, I was really pissed because my dad ordered pizza for lunch (and yes, it's from the dreaded Pizza Hut), knowing that I was suffering from an upset stomach thanks to that darn pizza. I was lucky that he ordered a package meal (the one with spaghettis and other silly stuff). While all my sibs scrambled to grab a pizza, I got the whole loaf of garlic bread and a bowl of spaghetti and left.

I'm just glad I did not lose my marbles at that time, or else...

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And another on the pizza issue...

My friend Maie had a problem with regards to Pizza Hut... and no, it's not about the Pizza.. she didn't suffer from diarrhea unlike what happened to the rest of us. She had a very bad experience with the whole place.

How would you feel if your boyfriend has never brought you to a fancy restaurant, but when an acquaintance (and yes, it's a girl) just
suddenly pops out of nowhere, he takes her out to dine in that darn restaurant? To make matters worse, he asked you to come there just to meet that girl?

So, here's a lowdown of what her reactions were... she's totally pissed! Although we tried to talk to her out of this, she became pissed even more. Well, how would you feel if your boyfriend reacted that way? Hmmm...

Despite numerous efforts of making her talk with her boyfriend and sort out her true feelings, she broke up with him.

The curse of eating pizzas.

EXORCISTS BEWARE!!!!

On February 20-22, my friends and I are off to spend three days in Santa Rosa, Laguna for a community immersion. Although I'm excited about the whole activity (just the thought of spending a day or two in strange place excites me), I find it weird doing it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a racist--- it's just that I was really amused at how pathetic my teacher was when she was narrating her experience about evil (or lost) spirits. Here's a sort-of summary:

My teacher joined a community immersion last sem. break. While she was at it, she and a colleague were assigned to live with a family for, if I'm not mistaken, a week or less. On their first night, her partner, who happened to have a sixth sense, kept on insisting that she had a bad feeling about the place. My teacher ignored her and offered to switch places with her (my teacher was sleeping on a wooden bed, while her colleague was on the floor.. and they switched.) so that she can sleep better. At around 11, my teacher put on her jacket and socks and closed the window because it was getting chilly outside. Three hours later, my teacher woke her partner and complained that she kept on opening the window knowing that it was cold outside. Her partner insisted that she did not opened the windows. She doesn't want to look at her either because she was already seeing a ghost. For the second time, my teacher ignored her and went back to sleep. A few minutes later, the room got chilly again, my teacher peeped to see if it was her partner doing it. She was wrong, it was a ghost opening the window. Gathering what's left of her strength, she "told" the ghost to back-off. The next day, everything was fine.

My teacher ends her story. My seatmate and I were laughing really hard about it.

Err.... Hwahahaha

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It is common knowledge that there are some things that cannot be explained, however, that does not discount the fact that we should do something about it.

With her claims of seeing a ghost, I created a sort of ideas, such as:

1. It was not a ghost but somebody from the other room opening the windows because it was hot in their place, since my teacher just peeped to see who did that.

2. It is indeed a real ghost, torturing her for what she did to her students in her Music Class.

3. She was also thinking about ghosts so much that her wild imagination worked and... poof! there's a ghost!

4. It was a ghost saying "HELLO" or maybe singing Nelly's Hot In Herre.

5. She was just delusional due to the effect of the cold weather and frostbites.

6. It's a ghost. Period.

Forgive my inquisitive nature, I was watching too many episodes of "X-Files", "Sightings", "The Outer Limits" "Crossing Over" and "Twilight Zone" that their outlook about ghosts and other unexplainable events are starting to affect my perverted brain.

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What was her point of saying these things anyway? Is it to scare us to sleep instead of making the whole activity enjoyable? C'mon, I'm sure that we know the things we should and should not do. In dealing with this kind of things, I guess the only weapon left is to maintain your focus. Or better yet, Run!

OUCH!!!

Me? I'm sick. My stomach still hurts (thanks to that Pizza incident), my butt's on fire (due to diarrhea) and I have a slight fever. To make matters worse, I was diagnosed with bladder infection. So here I am taking medicines just to get rid of this "thing" in me.

I just hope I don't end up in a rehabilitation center or turn up dead due to overdose.

It's really hard going to the ladies' room these days, especially when classes are over. I don't know, but although our school building is 5 storeys high (or six, I'm confused!), the ladies room seems to be the most crowded place in the building. Sometimes, I hate being born a woman--not only do I get monthly periods but I'm most likely to suffer illnesses that the male genus rarely gets--except for heart failure.

<----- has got nothing to do

Bear with me folks, I'm so sick and uninspired that I can't think of anything decent to write.. or so it seems.

I'm trying to finish the first three to four parts of our dreaded thesis, since everything must be submitted tomorrow. Since it's kinda late, I'm sick and I feel really drowsy, I can't even think straight. In layman's terms, I'm just dragging my butt to finish the inevitable.

For the record, I'm not even inspired to do it. I don't know, maybe it's just I miss watching wrestling so much that my adrenal glands malfunctioned, leaving me sort-of lifeless, or probably it's just my alter-egos hypnotizing me to sleep and forget about it, or... whatever!!

Must finish thesis... wait, I'm sick...

Ho-humm.. *sleepy*

Oh well..

Yesterday was horrible. I shouldn't have dragged my butt out of the bed and hurried to school only to find out that my professors are attending a seminar from 9AM-12PM.

ARGH!!!

From there, I realized my day was going from bad to worst.

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I accidentally slipped and sat on a red-painted cloth while walking. Since my uniform was white, the whole stain looked as if I just had my--ahem-- monthly period. Great! I never realized that I had such stain until I went to the computer shop. It was my boyfriend who first saw the stain. He was like..

Lloyd: (in Tagalog) Hon, do you have your period?
Golda: No, why?
Lloyd: Why do you have a red stain behind your skirt?
Golda: WHAAATT??!!!

<----INSERT MARI's LAUGHTER HERE---

I was really embarrassed. Luckily, he offered me to go to his house to change and use his clothes for awhile. He lent me his black "Last Samurai" shirt (which he won in a contest) and his favorite Dickies pants. The result of the whole "fashion makeover" is...

drumroll please...

I looked like a transvestite with a shoulder bag.

The whole outfit was cool, since my shoes looked like the ones made for boys. However, it was the bag that really "wrecked" the whole fashion statement. Great! I shouldn't have used my bag that day.. or I should never ever use a shoulder bag.. er, whatever!!

Yesterday was just great! I just hope it won't happen again... or else I might have committed suicide.

Yay! for my new layout!!

Mari and I spent the entire two to three hours working on my new layout. Since I'm kinda bored with the old stuff I have, I've decided to change it to a more... uhm, how should I say this... depressing?

<---INSERT INSULT HERE---

Hah!

Lloyd and I had a small "lovers quarrel" while my friend and I worked on our "project"--thanks to my uncontrollable latecomer syndrome. Although I told him that I'll be late, since we'll be meeting at 1, I never told him that I'll be an HOUR late. So I told him where Mari and I were and he went... pissed!

Hehehe... I can hear Mari laugh now..

<---MARI LAUGHS HARD----

An hour later, we made up. It's a good thing he has forgotten about it, since he told me that he understood that Mari and I have been the best of friends long before we met, so I deserve to spend some time with her.. despite the fact that Mari and I were both bored and missing our other friend Sharifa Jasmin G. Sahipa... well, she's of another story.

Gotta cut this thing short, 'cause I'm being harrassed here, and since I'm not making sense...

Bye!!

No classes. Almost everybody in the College of Education are going to the annual "Family Day" which will be held at Eight Waves Leisure Park in Bulacan. I was about to join the whole "trip" when I realized that...

1. I have to pay P450.00 for the whole "adventure", only to receive a semi-stale adobo and a rock-hard cup of rice for lunch. (Eew!!)

2. The whole trip is not worth of my time. I don't like most of the classmates I have this semester (particularly those other English majors that my friends and I absolutely detest). I hope they read this.

3. I don't like to go swimming to such place without my friends.

4. It's so boring. Boring. Boring... BOORRIINNGG!!!

So here I am using the computer for the whole day. I'm so bored. I've got nothing to do. I miss hanging out with my boyfriend (who happens to have classes today, since we don't attend the same school.), I miss my friends... wait...

Am I being emotional here?

Kill me please.

The question now is what am I supposed to do now that I don't have classes? MY mom gave me these pathetic answers...

1. Do the laundry
2. Wash the dishes
3. Clean the house
4. Cook lunch
5. yada yada yada

But I already planned something...

1. Use the internet
2. Sleep
3. Eat
4. Find an inexpensive yet cute gift for Lloyd for our anniversary.
5. Sleep
6. Eat
7. Watch TV.
8. Hmmm...

I don't know what to do.

I hate not having classes. It runs me out of possible excuses to get out and enjoy the day. Aargh!!

Catch ya later.. if I can.

Why is 13 the least favorite number? Eek..

Everybody's getting... uhm.. how should I say this... weird today. I don't know with these people but everytime the so-called Friday the 13th comes, everyone I know seems to be panicky as if the judgment day has come.

It's just the same when anything related to the number 13 appears.

Take for instance my Mom; earlier this morning, as I was hurrying (again!) for school, she repeatedly told me to be careful since-- everybody, read.. 123-- it's FRIDAY THE 13TH. Our conversation, or should I say debate, went like this:

Golda: Mom, I'll be leaving now.
Mom: Be careful.
Golda: I know.
Mom: No you don't. Be careful.
Golda: Why? *looks puzzled*
Mom: It's Friday the 13th
Golda:What's wrong with Friday the 13th?
Mom: It's the day when you have bad luck.
Golda: Er... *thinks* But I have enough bad luck to scare the black cats and the evil spirits away from me.
Mom: Just because your birthday also falls on the 13th doesn't mean you should be careful... and ....

*Golda looks at the time... it's 30 minutes before 7:00*

Golda: Mom, I'm gonna be late. I have to go...
Mom: *still talking about the "importance" of Friday the 13th*
Golda: *running out of patience* I really have to go... Duh... *points at the clock*
Mom: *looks at the clock* See, now you'll be late for school. You should have listened when I told you to be careful.

*Golda is pissed. Asks mom for her allowance and gets out.*
*Golda is late*

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I guess I should have listened to my mom. My bad luck has just started to take effect; on the other hand, I think it's just deja vu happening all over again.

My dear thesis professor did not come to class today (for the Nth time). To make things worse, I forgot my books for the next class (thanks to my Cramming Syndrome). So here I am, again, wondering what should I do.

I shouldn't have hurried to school.
I should have rode a jeepney and paid only 5 bucks rather than use the train that's worth 15 bucks.
Aargh!

On the bright side, I'm so HAPPY that my professor was not around. Maybe I was right after all.

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I don't know what's with the curse of the number 13. For me, it's just another ordinary day, since my birthday also falls on the 13th (November 13). I don't know if I should call those people "lunatics" for believing in such superstition. Maybe these guys just watched too many Friday the 13th series that they got so affected by it. Or probably they went to lots of tarot readers or fortune tellers that whenever these bozos tell them some "not-so-true" predictions, they instantly believe in it. Or maybe it's just tradition... dammit!!

Then again, everybody's entitled to their own opinion.

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Speaking of the rule of thirteens (if there's any), I just realized that it's my birthday today... or should I say Conception Day? Hehehe...

If you don't know what I'm talking about, if you start counting 9 months from November 13, you might see that I was conceived by my mom today. Great! I guess my Mom and Dad got really naughty and "effed" as their pre-Valentine's Day celebration on this day in 1984---Nine months later, *poof* then came Golda, the Creature of the Night.

I guess that's the reason I'm so anti-Friday the 13th, I was conceived on the 13th. Hmmmm...

Gotta Blast!!

BELATED HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

This was supposed to be my entry last Saturday, but my connection went haywire so I wasn't able to post anything for the weekend.

Anyway, Lloyd and I celebrated our Fourth Year Anniversary last Saturday. Yes folks, we celebrated it on Valentine's Day.

Call us sappy folks for doing so, but last Feb. 2000, we never realized that he had proposed on Valentine's Day until the next day came. I'll just spill the beans about our sci-fi/horror/comedy/action love-story soon.


So how did we celebrate?

----> By watching a sordid flick and making really sarcastic and insulting comments about it. Also, I celebrated by hurrying back home since I had ---ahem--- my period and there was a bloodstain behind my pants.

Talk about Bloody Valentines, even my body's trying to paint the town red-- literally.

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Lloyd and I planned to watch "The Haunted Mansion" last Saturday, but realizing that we don't have enough budget, we opted to watch "Wishing Stairs" instead.

"Wishing Stairs" is a Korean Film about a sort-of enchanted or haunted staircase wherein once the 29th step appears, you should make a wish and, you guessed it, it'll make your wildest fantasies come true... IN A SORT-OF PSYCHO WAY.

It goes like this, the whole staircase has 28 steps. You should climb up and count each step with your eyes closed, if you reached the top and counted 29, make a wish and a "fox spirit" will grant it.

When two friends (So-Hee and Jin-Sung) auditioned for a place in a prestigious Ballet School in Russia, one girl (Jin-Sung) wished to win. However, since it proved to be impossible for her to win over her best-friend (So-Hee), who was an equally talented ballerina, she placed a piece of broken glass in her friend's toe shoes, causing So-Hee's foot to bleed while auditioning. The whole plan backfired. However, in an argument, Jin-Sung accidentally pushed So-Hee down the stairs (not the wishing stairs), paralyzing her. In the hospital, So-Hee killed herself. However, when one of So-Hee's girl admirers (a sort-of dysfunctional character named Hae-Ju) wished her back, all hell broke loose.

The whole flick was like a cross of The Ring and The Grudge. When the dead So-hee appeared to Jin-Sung, she crawled to her window a-la-Sadako. And when So-hee appeared to Jin-Sung in the ballet room for the second time, the camera focused on the other side, showing another So-Hee atop the ceiling, covered in white powder make-up and a really dark eyeshadow that resembled a bruise. Although the whole concept was good, the whole thing will be considered--no offense-- trash if you saw The Ring first. Also, it's like The Ring and The Grudge meets Boys Don't Cry flick because So-Hee and Jin Sung were very close that when Jin Sung tries to avoid her, So-Hee told Jin Sung that...

So-Hee: If you leave like this, then we're through!
*Jin Sung walks away, So-Hee embraces her in the waist tightly*
So-Hee: Don't go, All I need is you. I can't live without you (or something like it)

I think there's a double-meaning behind this dialogue, or I'm just overreacting. Hmm...

Also, when the audience started screaming, Lloyd and I were shouting things about it.. things like...

*So-Hee crawls in Jin-Sung's room and disappears, and reappears in front of her*
Golda and Lloyd: Wow! Sadako!!

*audience screams*
Golda: (in Tagalog) Gosh! Have you guys seen The Ring?!
Lloyd: Golda, shhh... calm down!

*So-Hee appears and dances in the ballet room, Jin Sung screams*
*audience also screams*
Golda: (shouts in Tagalog) Damn! you're so f#$%ing corny! It's just a dead girl dancing in front of you.
Lloyd: Da, calm down.

*audience continues to scream*
Golda: (shouts) Refund!! Refund!! (to the audience) God, like you've never seen a dead person before!
Lloyd: Golda, calm down.

*So-Hee appears in front of Jin-Sung in the stairs*
*audience screams*
*Golda sleeping*
*Lloyd laughing*

Also, that Hae-ju character reminded me of a girl in our High School, she has this distinct psychotic personality that everybody thinks of her as somebody belonging to a mental institution. She even got my sister into trouble at once, luckily I gave her a serving of whoop-ass. She left school a year after.

Mari, you know her...

When the film ended, everyone in the cinema was wondering who shouted such insulting and sarcastic comments.

That's how we celebrated Valentines, forget Lova-Palooza, it's just a waste of time.. and the event's so icky mushy corny.

gotta blast! I'm being harrassed here

Another long entry...

I only have less than a day before my classmates and I leave for our community immersion in Santa Rosa. And although I'm a bit excited about this whole activity, there is something about this "trip" that makes me a little bit reluctant to join... and NO, it's not about the whole place, it's something a little bit serious.

[commercial: the whole location has been changed from Santa Rosa, Laguna to Santa Rosa, Bamban, Tarlac. On the other hand, it's just the province that has been changed.. gotta kill my professor for this!]

Now, back to the topic.. it's the teacher I'm having problems with.

As you remember from my previous entry, in case you've read it, she was the one who told us about the ghosts and weird stuff that happened to her during her trip. Well, I heard lots of complaints about her from the previous groups stating that instead of being a simple, non-complaining teacher ready to help other people, she was the one who tends to complain about lots of things, such as:

1. Lack of Bathrooms
- my friend told me that while everyone was reduced to pee on the grass due to lack of bathrooms, she said things like "yuck!! kadiri naman, makakuha nga ng plastic!" (yuck!! it's so disgusting, I'll get a plastic bag instead!) and refused to pee until someone gives her a plastic bag to use as her sort-of portalet.

2. Snoring
- my mole told me that she and her partner became the unlucky victims and became my teacher's "slaves" for three days. While the three of them were sleeping, my teaher snored really loud that my mole and her partner were unable to sleep. The next day, my teacher told my mole that she snored loudly during their sleep when it was HER who did the whole thing.

3. Lack of Resources
- This also came from my friend, the mole. The whole group was assigned to bring at least 2 kilos of rice to feed their host family. Although my teacher brought four kilos of rice herself, she gave the rice immediately to the host family, and asked my friend to give their share of rice to her as replacement.

4. Picky Eaters
- Being in a remote place where there is no staple food other than vegetables means you have to eat whatever the family served you. Since the group were reduced to eat vegetables themselves, my teacher hid in a corner to eat three packs of Skyflakes Crackers and told the host family that she had eaten.

5. Shopping Addicts.
- On their way home, the group asked my teacher not to proceed to Clark Field to visit the Duty Free Shops (since the whole area is near the Clark Air Base) because, obviously, they're all too tired to go there. However, my teacher whined (huh?!) and pleaded to go to Clark Field. And so they did... and went back to UST really late.

And so on and so forth.

And she calls herself humble and perfect for teaching this course.. Duh!

Can you imagine spending three days with a teacher like this?

Forgive me for saying this but she really doesn't deserve to be teaching this kind of course because it doesn't fit her. And to think, she's also the Boy Scout/Girl Scout Moderator in the High School Department!

Being a former Girl Scout myself (FORMER, so don't create a big fuzz about it. And, Shhh... don't tell!!), I believe that when you are assigned to be a moderator, you should initiate your members to be simple and live like them, not complain about things that they lack. We're be living in a very remote place, for crying out loud!

I guess it's time we should appeal to the Dean and terminate her... A.S.A.P

So here I am planning to give her a dose of her own medicine. In case I became the unlucky one (and I hope not!), aside from bringing the basic necessities, I plan to bring other gizmos that might be helpful in blowing up her cover:

1. A tape recorder loaded with batteries and blank tape, so that I can record her snoring, and when she complains, I'll let her hear her own voice. Hey, I can use this as a Bribing Device! Hmmm...

2. Lots of food, and I won't give her anything.

3. Camera and film, so I can take her picture while she sleeps... and snores.

4. Lots of plastics and newspapers... again, I won't give it to her.

5. Et cetera, et cetera.

I'm not called gagong_golda95 for nothing!

Despite this fiasco, I hope she bumps her head and realize that her "prima ballerina" attitude would cause her career, or else we'll whack her head instead.

Also, I hope she abides the ground rules that shomai suggested, or else the five of us (carlo, melissa, jennifer, shomai, and me) will literally KILL her on our next entries at tabulas.

Wish me luck!

Gotta blast!

Thank God I'm Back!

Sorry for not updating lately. I've just returned from my community immersion last week and I feel really lazy. My whole body's in pain, as if I've been hazed by a bunch of fraternity scumbags.

The whole trip was fun. There, I get to do the stuff that I used to do during my childhood days, such as climbing trees and taking a bath in the river. The people there are very hospitable, in fact, my host family even made a sort-of toilet for Tintin (my partner) and I to use, since the whole place has NO BATHROOMS. We enjoyed playing with the children and just plain interacting with our so-called "Families".

On the other hand, during the course of our trip, our teacher really did became a BIG pain in the neck. As expected, she rained on our parade... for instance:

1. While we were staying in the mountains, all she did there (in her host family's house) was to sleep... and snore. In short, she acted as if she owned the house.

2. She never went down to our place to check if we were alright, or if we were still alive.

3. While everybody's having fun during the Cultural Night, she called shomai's attention and asked us to be a little "finesse" with our actions, since, according to her, it's embarrassing... Like Duh! it's 8:00 in the evening and everyone's sleepy, the least we could do there is shout and rock the house down to keep them awake!

4. She was the ONLY miserable creature in the trip.

Et cetera, et cetera.

My friends were right, the whole trip is fun, if we'll get her out of the picture. Indeed, it was true, she never enjoyed the whole thing anyway. She might be teaching the course, but it appears that she just forced herself to do so. On the bright side, it's not our loss if she never realized the essence of being there.

Well, if you were to ask my alter-egos, Nem and Esis, to what we should do about my professor... My dear minions only have two words to say:

KILL HER!!

Like, why not? All she did there was to act like a prima donna, and she really does not deserve being there and teaching the course in the first place! It's time the administrative office take action and terminate her from her post, or maybe.. change her subjects. She only makes things complicated.

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By the way, I just got this from Mari...

In case you want to know how I look like, well, here's how..


You're Sadako of Ring!


Which Beautiful Asian Horror Ghost are You?
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Note: I don't look like her, but my hair's really long that most of my friends would agree if they see this.