2003-05-28 2:43 p.m.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | High |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Moderate |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
~* Oh bloody hell. I hate the malebolge among all the nine pits. Oh well, at least I have company. This is Malacoda's region, after all.^^
2003-05-24 7:22 p.m.
So the Controversy Begins...
Man. I know I should be packing for my trip tomorrow but I really can't let this pass. A guilty conscience is the ultimate party pooper.
To Yot, Twinkol, Meg, Riezl and all others concerned:
First of all, I would like to reiterate one of my lines in the entry below. I AM NOT BLAMING ANYONE. OR better yet, let me rephrase. I AM NOT BLAMING ANY PERSON. But I now know who the real culprit is-- and it's a non-living entity which is not responsible for its actions and does not have any emotional baggage saddled to the quality of its performance. (read: the ever reliable printing press -____-;;)
I admit that I have been neglient in my rather tactless expressions by not mentioning that I am aware that the cause of the rather unimpresssive quality of the profiles, grammar-and-typo-wise to be exact, was not borne of any missteps by any of the staff, but because of the lousy printing job. Disappointment has such a way of making humans so self-centered sometimes. So I'm sorry. Tao lang po. I wasn't aware that I'm the singled out ex-senior who was unnervingly dissatisfied with the published annual, hence the careless, trigger-happy ranting.
Given the... variation of reactions, I assume you guys are under the (mild?) impression that I am a self-absorbed bitch who is too arrogant to see that there are people who are happy with the annual and do not appreciate having their hard work trashed (don't be shy, I know you do ^^). You're thinking: "Ang kapal ng tadong 'to, matapos namin paghirapan, lalait-laitin. Parang siya lang yung nagtrabaho." (Yes, I know I'm being overly dramatic but exaggeration has been proven to be an effective method to get the point across.)
My friends, be reminded that I do not have any qualms against your work. In fact, I think you guys did splendidly. And you don't have anything to apologize for. So, Riezl and Yot, please stop saying sorry to me. Well, if you'd like me to feel like slime for sinking so low, you could, but c'mon, you guys are not taclesa (unlike me) right?(Yup, aminado ako. I sometimes behave like a bitch. But you already knew that, didn't you?)^___^;; Kidding aside, if anything, I thought that you guys would be disappointed with the outcome too, given the fact that you've done so much more than I did. But oh well. I guess I assumed too much. If I have offended anyone I apologize. It is not my intention.
Again, I am NOT trashing your hard work (or plentiful sacrifices that only a saint can match, whichever you prefer)okay? I mean, who am I to have such right? I'm not stupid. I know you've all been under more crap than I have, and if my mind was half the twisted wreckage yours were in the process of writing, I'd simply lose it (my mind that is) After all, I've only been subjected to that pressure once as opposed to the four-three years of your working experience. And I would certainly be even more stupid to even think that you didn't take your work seriously. I mean, that's a given already, di ba? Should I have mentioned it for the benefit of those ignorant enough to not know? I doubt such people exist.
What I'm trashing is the outcome of the hard work, which technically speaking, need not involve anyone personally because none of us have control over it. Input does not equal Output in this case. To the writers, it is the input that matters but to everyone else, it is the output, because it is the tangible, readable product which dictates to the readers the quality of the hard work. ANd whether its dictation is true or not, the readers will believe it, because that's what they see. Well, unless the writers themselves make it a point to inform anyone who would listen that the stinking press fucked up again. THAT IS ALL. I'm not flinging it back at anyone, any person, any living soul. I'm just upset the stupid press has indirectly degraded my efforts. And yes, I only speak for myself, selfish as it may seem. Harsh enough?
I will apologize for any feelings I've hurt. But I will not take back anything I said. Til then, I'll be out of town for a couple of days. I was supposed to have a new subject of dicussion but I feel obligated to respond to the reactions. (Does this sound like an egomaniac sentiment? I didn't intend it) I know I wasn't able to satisfy all your sentiments in this entry. So, please, let me know.
For violent reactions which my pathetic tag-board cannot accomodate, feel free to email me at cymone69@hotmail.com
2003-05-22 4:34 p.m.
What the friggin' hell happened in the annual?
Talk about disappointment. After slaving over our annual for so many days, sacrificing sleep to write and edit profiles and the class article, straining my brain dry to concede to my classmates requests and spent so much ink and paper... only to find my efforts wasted.
Why the fuck did I bother to psychoanalyze the whole lot for typo errors when the final output looked like it was edited by someone with as much grammar skills as a nine-month-old poodle? I was so furious I threw the whole thing in the old chest along with my parent's yearbooks. My high school senior year, a time which was supposed to be one of the most memorable experiences of my sick sad life, is collectively preserved in this... gramatically-inept compilation of papers.
What exactly are the errors? Where do I start? The class article's (which, btw, had been a bitch to write, considering our class' unimpressive history) title was wrong. Okay, so it was just missing an 's' but still, there's a significant discrepancy between Bonds against Time and Bond against Time. The latter sounds like a new 007 movie. Then the article itself had a load of embarrassingly noticeable grammar and typo errors. Then the profiles. My god. I still have the hard copy as well as the document in my pc and I think my vision is clear enough to spot the vast differences between my own copies and the impostors on the published annual. I don't know whose fault is it, but I do know that when I submitted my pieces, every single word has been processed under my critical eyes and proofreaded by my English teachers.
My own profile had several missing words. Does anyone have any idea how painful it is to have your own profile sabotaged when you were one of the ONLY two people (Rayne's the other one) who wrote the entire IV-2 annual? IV-4 had nine. IV-5 had four (correct me if I'm wrong Yot). IV-1 had three. I don't know how many people were working in IV-3 and IV-6 but I'm positive its more than two. But we never missed a deadline. Or if we did, the others missed it too.
I'm not saying this because I'm so proud of my surprising streak of responsibilty but because I want to show how hard I worked on that thing. Unlike most of my specifically-assinged activities, (yes, I know this comes as a total shock but...) I really took this seriously. And where did it get me? A knife-to-your-ribs quality fit for the nearest trash compactor. I have my rights. The published output is almost everything that matters and it wasn't remotely reflective of the hard work I put in it.
I hate my annual. I'm sorry, but I really do. I know I sound petty but I take my writing seriously and I consider this fallacy of intellect a severe insult to my pride as a writer.
I'm not the only victim though. I bet every single one of the annual committee is bitching about the influx of errors in the published product, which were non-existent in the hard copies, that's for sure.
I'm not blaming anyone either. I don't know whose fault it is but there's nothing I hate more than unfounded accusations and I'm not about to become a hypocrite by starting one. But it doesn't suck any less.:(
2003-05-18 8:31 p.m.
The Kings Lost...
(TT_________________TT)
The Lakers Lost
:)
Kobe in Tears...
(^___________________________________^)
I'm losing it...
(^____^;;)
2003-05-13 4:16 p.m.
You are pansexual.
What is your sexual orientation?
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~~* Oookay.... -_____-;; Weird... but at least it's a change from my usual "asexual" results...
2003-05-12 8:57 p.m.
You're fiercely loyal to the people that matter the most to you - no matter how unusual they turn out to be. You're gifted, smart and can play one mean instrument, but you're fairly good at pranks if you have the mind to. You have principles to uphold, and you stick by them when the going gets tough. You're the ideal concept of a best friend - and most times you don't even know it.
Gravitation Character Are You?
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~* *sigh* It never changes. I'm always Hiroshi... although I like Mr. K the most. Wait a minute-- I don't even like Gravitation! I guess it's been a long time since I took any tests that I jump into one as long as it's familiar... Took this from Sir Faust's blog, btw. ^^
2003-05-11 9:26 p.m.
More NBA rants...
Warning: Incoherent Babbling Straight Ahead. The effect of missing a good NBA game induces a very unhealthy tumult in Cymone's ever-molting gray matter.
Cymone on the Kings-Mavericks game
Argh! Lousy free throw shooting will be the downfall of the Kings!!! That's what made them lose to LA in the western finals last year! Will they ever learn?
F@#*ing Sports Channels! One of the few good games in the playoffs and NONE of my sports channels covered it! AAAAHHHH!!! I had to know the outcome in NBA.com, only to be mocked in my face that there was DOUBLE OVERTIME, meaning that I've been denied a really big treat. *kicks cable then throws self on floor, bawling* The Kings lost... huhuhu... TT-TT and it was their homecourt too. Just their luck, WEbber's out of the playoffs just when Van Exel's emerging as the big mouth maverick hero. Shit, shit shit shit and shit. THe kings better win next game or I'm gonna scream. I will literally run across the house, yelling out the worst profanities I can think of.
Cymone on the Pistons-76'rs game2
I am a staunch fan of Allen Iverson but when I saw game two, I cannot accurately express my frustration on him. Only one more point, and the 76rs could've bagged the game! No need to go into overtime and have the pistons lead 7 points!!! ARgh!!! 2-0 pistons lead!!! And one decent free throw would've made a HUGE difference!!!
Cymone on the Lakers-Spurs game
Well, the playoff patterns in the west seem to follow a tambakan trend, with scores having a margin of double digit values between them. So far, the last three games of Lakers and San Antonio were faithful to the fad. Okay, so it sucks that the Lakers won with a big lead, but hey-- it's their homecourt and I've been watching very carefully. There were still bad calls that would probably look like a foul in the court but when viewed from the tv screen, the whole thing is undeniably fair play. But since, I'm well aware of the LA officials turning the occasional blind eye, I guess there's no point in firing imaginary kitchen appliances at them.
At least the Spurs lead 2-1 in the series. And if it's a matter of homecourt advantages, LA will be facing one of their toughest conquests. I've observed that the Spurs, unlike the Lakers, do not resort to drives and fast breaks too often, preferring the slow but steady pace and solid defense of traditional basketball, so LA will really have a tough time breaking their defense. Hey, Tim Duncan is MVP and the Greg Poppovich was named Coach of the year and they're both in Spurs.^^ Add the twin towers and the sudden career-high players like Bowen and Ginobili and well... LA better watch their backs.^___^
'Tis all. And oh, before I forget. Happy Mother's Day!!!
2003-05-05 9:43 p.m.
Youth Camp: More of Boot than Youth
I'm not exaggerating. Unless of course, normal camp activities involve ROTC officers yelling at us to drop flat on our stomach to kiss the ground, hiking 16.5 kilometers uphill under the stifling heat on one thirty in the afternoon just to get a view of some commercialized waterfall, hiking up the sharp rocks and thorn-laden mountain at ten in the evening blindfolded, returning down the mountain at around two in the morning alone, without any flashlight, sleeping in backbone-twisting military tents, doing 30 squat-then-push-up type of exercise, 64 jumping jacks, sit-ups on the hard, dusty ground, running 5 laps around stadium sized grounds and finally, taking a bath in a cramped, smelly, bathroom with the company of at least seven scary bees and with the faucet flow as fast a baby peeing. Get the picture? It's every girly girl's nightmare.
Fortunately, I'm not a girly girl. And despite the fact that my whole body feels like it's been dragged backward through a keyhole, that camp was one of the best experiences I've had in all seventeen years of my teenage life. I've met so many great people. They're not the usual can-I-call-you varieties I get to meet at parties. Unlike them, the camp people I meet actually have personalities. Gross, gay or whatever, the guys there are so funny. Hysterical in fact. Physically-wise, there were no "cute" ones (as Jaya put it bluntly) but their humor and personalities are more than enough compensation. The girls were okay too—friendly, nice and very sociable.
Jaya and I were in different tents because we're in different groups (I'm in the RED team and she's in the yellow team and since my tent actually has two thirds covered with cushiony sleeping bags, she stayed there every chance she got. My tent seemed to be the hang-out of half the people there. There was this time when Jaya and I were talking during break time when suddenly our resident doctor and a few of my groupmates (all guys, mind) went over to our place and joined the convo. Not long after, half the guys were lounging outside our tent, throwing jokes and exchanging stories. Jaya and I were the only girls among the lot-- and to think that we were both apprehensive about being left out since they all seem to know each other.
Other than the activities I mentioned, there were the very sparse normal ones. There was rappelling. Jaya had a blast there and was complaining that the speed was too slow. I, on the other hand, emerged pained. Why? My harness was t-back style, and when I made the mistake of gripping the rope with my already rope-burned left hand, lost my footing and dangled in the air, the result was very painful wedgie and I do mean painful. Damn. If I could incur that much pain in the pelvic area, how much more for the male species, with their * ahem * pride and glory? Some guy even said that they felt like their balls felt like they were about to be ripped apart, left and right. Huh. Well, at least I got down all right.
Then there was the tightrope climbing. I am proud to say that I was the only girl among fifteen to get up to the second bell. * beams * There were seven guys who got it also, three from our group. Well what can I say? Mao was cheering her head off, screaming out my origins as a Theresian and my new existence as an Atenean. That got everyone’s attention, obviously, and me being me, come hell or high water, I made a resolution to reach the top because I so hate flubbing in front of so many people. So rope burn or not, I fought my way to the very top, slapped the bell hard, and slid all the way down.
There’s also the trustfall, one of the easiest activities, where in you stand up on a table on top of another table overlooking a cliff, and fall backwards after shouting whatever you want to shout, trusting your teammates to catch you. Not everyone wanted to do it though, especially some of the heavy ones. I wanted to skip the interview so I could fall quickly but as fate would have it, they have to weasel some info first. I told them I’m not afraid of anything except cockroaches. Then they asked me what I want to shout out. I said nothing but they said I can’t fall down without yelling something. They asked me if there’s anyone I’m mad at and since I was a little annoyed at Rayne for backing out last minute, I wanted to yell: “Shet ka, (Rayne’s real name) ba’t di ka pumunta?!?” Then I remembered that I’m supposed to be wholesome so I just did the sweet version of it: “Isang beses ko lang sasabihin to, pero mami-miss kita!” Hehe, ain’t I so sweet to you Malacoda dear? * snickers *
Others were swimming, relay races, bonfire, and common prayers. I liked the blindfolded-mountain-hiking-under-the-stars-activity the best though. It’s just too bad I wore shorts and slippers. My legs all scraped against a hundred thorny plants, my feet stumbled against hundreds of sharp rocks and dodged a lot of carabao poop. But man, the experience was worth it. I couldn’t find room to complain about my cuts and other injuries because I enjoyed it so much. Our Saturday activity finished at Sunday morning--, 3:30 am. I took a bath at 4:30 but I slept at seven, coz the tent was so uncomfortable. We were woken up at eight. I didn’t know where I get my energy with just 4 hours of sleep in two nights but it didn’t matter.
There’s a lot more I can say for this trip but it’ll take hours. All I know is, I’m definitely coming back next year. And I’m dragging all my best friends too. For a small fee of seven hundred bucks, I got to experience one of the most physically-demanding but highly substantial activities I’ve ever had. It’s been a long time since I was able to do something like this and I say it’s been worth the wait.
2003-04-30 4:20 p.m.
Out Again... -_____-;;
My net presence will be pretty much non-existent from May 2- May 11. Well not really non-existent. I only have definite plans on May 2- 4 at youth camp and May 9-11 at Baguio. The days in between are not booked as of yet but unless my stupid isp kicks its butt into gear I won't be around at all. TT_____TT (Yes, I am sitting in front of a public pc right now and I so feel uncomfortable) See, I've had pretty bad experiences with internet shops. One time, my best friends and I went to an internet cafe in some mall to surf some... stuff, when Kim started searching on hentai anime sites. There were these two scary men from East Timor who kept glancing at us then at our computer-- whom we appropriately ignored. After we're done, the two maniacs went over and introduced themselves. All three of us were shocked and the only thing we did was run off. And --get this-- the East Timor people followed us to the parking lot. I swear, I never got so freaked out in my life. We ditched them eventually, after some uncomfortable lounging behind a Tan CRV.
I thought that was my scariest Internet cafe escapade but not long after, I experienced something much worse. It's 9 in the morning and I strolled out of the house to one of the internet stores along the street near my home. I entered and I found one guy inside. I settled on one computer and happily surfed away. But after some time, I noticed other people lounging outside the locked slide doors-- and I swear they looked like customers. I asked myself why was that but since I'm still busy surfing I didn't bother much. The guy was surfing right behind me though. When my hour was up -- I keep track of it-- I stood up to pay but he told me I still have a half-hour. Well who am I to turn down free internet. So I just sat back down and surfed somewhere. Then I became aware that I'm the only customer inside. Suspicion finally worked up inside me and I observed the guy for some time. To my horror, I found out that he was purposely shooing customers away. Oh god. I don't think he's stupid enough to ruin his business that way so there's gotta be some other motive, though I'd rather not think what. When my free half-hour was up, I stood up to pay again but the guy was no where around. I just decided to leave my payment and get out on my own but the damn door was locked. You could just imagine how scared I was then. I went back slowly and peered at the small room the guy always goes to. And this is an account of what I saw.
The guy has his pants and underwear down. (so you know what i saw) And there was a shiny object resembling a knife on the table beside him.
I turned away quickly and just in time too. He sauntered out as if he wasn't just doing the "m" word seconds before and I pulled the energy from my toenails and eyelashes to speak normally and hand him my payment. He took a loooong time to get the change (this after I told him he could keep it -- he did give me an extra half hour after all but he insisted. When he finally unlocked the door to let me out and to let his other customers in, I took off like a jackrabbit. I've had a pseudo-phobia on internet cafes ever since.
Well, that was long. (and incoherent I'm guessing) sorry if I sounded like a psycho, my discomfort somehow channelled itself to the energetic rant I just spouted.^^
Well that's it I guess. I'll be out now... i've used up my hour. At least I'm sure the door is unlocked this time.^^
2003-04-25 5:00
Introducing... the LA FAKERS!!!
That's right! I am now expressing undiluted fury at the stinking bad calls of blatantly biased referees and the shameless "acting" of some LA players. KEVIN GARNETT was fouled out when he had no right to be. The commentators themselves said that it was clearly a bad call, but apparently, the referees are either cross-eyed or shamelessly, stupidly displaying preferential treatment in front of millions of NBA fans everywhere. We saw it from the TV, anyone with a 20-20 vision would see that Horry was exaggerating that weak knee flop or whatever it was he was trying to do to draw the foul. And that thing about Szerbiak (can't remember the spelling) drawing the foul when his hands were like a meter from his opponent's bod (i was too outraged at the unjust call to remember which laker that was) was just plain low. Another bad call. This time, I'm not blaming the player, this is entirely the referee's doing.
... Come to think of it the moves were obvious enough; the referees were just plain... infuriating. They should be sued for their abysmally lousy officiating. Or at least hung by their icky briefs on the backboard. For Christ's sake, LA already has the homecourt advantage, and they have to get on the favorable side of nepotistic treatment on top of it? Dirty play begets dirty results. If LA loses this round despite future oscar-performances of intentional klutz moves, no one will be as happy as me.
Huh. It doesn't matter anyway. LA's karma boomerang flung back full speed and Minnesotta won, 114-110, in LA homecourt, and they deserve it. That victory was hard-earned and clearly one of the best games in their franchise. Just two more games and LA is out of the running.
Man. I was never a Minnesota fan but after today's game... well... let's just say their obstinacy and determination has triggered new respect. Go Garnett! Go Hudson! Kick LA ass!!!
PS: To Rayne: I'm still jubilating over the Minnesotta victory, so I'll just rant about the Kobe vs MJ case when my blood has cooled off. Which is... probably after the first round of the western conference.^^ Get your facts ready.
PPS: To Riezl: Celebrate with me!!! Kings won 2-0!
PPPS: To Laker Fans, no offense.^_____^
