I SOOOO HATE HILARY DUFF!!!! that's official..no one can ever pursue me to like her from now on..right now, i want to burn her alive, chop her into tiny, microscopic-ish pieces, and put sili on her chopped flesh and cook her to become sisig! maybe that way, i'll learn to like her pa!

Why? kung dati, it was because i find her obese and ridiculous (aside from her boses na boses ipis and for some strange reason e nakakaalbum pa) now, she almost ruined my life... actually, she ruined my day...

you remember my supposedly live broadcast today? yes, and for that, i did not attend my 9-10am class (which is one of my favorite classes). i made sure everything was prepared and that nothing would go wrong.

so i went to devcom building and assisted my classmates who were also doing their live broad before me...when it was my turn, i did some introductionand greetings and played that crap of haylie and hilary duff's version of 'material girls'...it was right in the middle of that song when everything went blank...everything...i couldn't see anything...i couldn't hear anything...matagal bago nagsettle sa utak ko, BROWNOUT!!!

wala akong ibang nagawa kundi ligpitin ang aking gamit at magpa-reschedule...

sa umpisa palang, alam ko nang walang gagawing mabuti sa 'kin si Hilary Duff...

i'm currently downloading songs for my live broadcast on friday. actually, i'm done with most of them last night, but i realized this morning that i needed more songs. well, i wasn't really planning on writing an entry, i just can't do anything while the limewire is busy doing its task. i'm excited for friday..not just for the broadcast, also for something else which i chose to keep as a secret for the meantime.

i'm currently listening and going emo over 'heart like a wheel' of the corrs. who wouldn't knowing the corrs' songs anyway?

hmmm...i'm falling in love with same same. i find them uber cute in their music video, supermodel. but honestly, i was never one of those girls who went gaga over them when they were still known as the moffats. let's just say that now, i know i won't appear stupid and pedophilic liking them unlike then that they were just a bunch of kids making toys out of their guitars, drums, and voices. right now, all i can say is, they are papalicious!!!!

suddenly, i wanna be a supermodel!

i'm feeling so much wonderful tonight. do you remember when i had my entry about my application to this particular organization and that i had to pass an eight-pages fiction? i underwent a workshop hours ago. whoo!at first i was scared, but when i saw who were going to criticize my work, i breathed a sigh of relief. they are professors (there was even a third placer in palanca award, sir dumlao, that is) yes, but they were definitely not scary. they spoke softly of my weaknesses and praised me when they saw some strengths. i really don't regret entering that org. now, i'm excited with what will happen next.

meanwhile, i am both excited and nervously shaking my butt for my live broadcast next next week. yeah, i typed it right, live broadcast. meaning, we have this requirement in our community broadcasting class (obviously) to make a fool of ourselves and play songs we don't even bother listening to for 30 awful minutes. we just passed our scripts last tuesday (which i really forced myself to finish in the midst of sleeping housemates and a sleepy quiet night). i can't believe i will be playing songs of hilary and haylie duff (i hate hilary). i will be featuring songs by siblings. during my practices with the console, that is, the mixer churva (you get it!), my hands didn't know where to go. now i appreciate dj's more. imagine, you have to control the volume of your mic, while playing songs in 3 or more different players, while controling the volume of these players, while speaking, while reading your script, all at the same time.for the first time in my life, i wanted to be shiva. yeah, the hindu god with several arms. i felt my hands twisted in knots and my tongue, too. i can't help being bulol, especially in those moments, when you have to worry about something other than speaking.

here are some pictures of me generously taken by my coach, mitzi, while i was practicing with the console. (yeah, that is the mixer churva)



"good morning elbi! you're locked in to lbfm 97.4 local loud and proud...



the studio... (talk about a slouching dj!)

i've finished my paperwork in Eng101 (English Prose Style) class to be submitted on friday...i felt a gush of relief when i typed the last word. and guess what that word is. BACLARAN. the story is a secret. it is a four-page fiction. i had a hard time thinking about an interesting story but it was worth it.

the further i study about creative writing (or writing in general) the more i find it difficult. maybe because now, i look at it in a more liberated lenses. i mean, before, i had a totally different definition of writing, and it's "me"- oriented. i wrote because i wanted to express myself, i wrote because i had something to write, i wrote because i wanted to. now i know that those intentions are wrong motives for a true writer. writers write because they have readers, not because they have themselves. as what mam bucoy always says "readers don't give a s*** on what you think, on what you feel and what you want to say." as a writer, one must give his readers something they haven't experienced yet, and must give it in an extraordinary way. now i wonder, can i really stand being a writing major and eventually fight against the competitive world of words and metaphors as a profession. do i have what it takes to be a fierce warrior of words and a commander of someone else's (my readers to be) imagination? it's so early to say. if only writing is as easy as writing. *sigh*

okay, that was quite serious. that was my alter ego, my writer alter ego. :) i don't want my entry to be as boring as that. but i think i have to admit i have boring tendencies sometimes. so, to deviate from the boring part, i'll include here a conversation we've had this afternoon while hanging out (and not ordering anything) at mcdonald's.

conversation:

diana: grabe, 14 speeches sa spcm104 (occassional speeches) ang required sa 'min.

mafe: e di dapat pagkatapos mo nian, good speecher ka na. (laugh)

diana: ha?

mafe: sabi ko speecher.

chino: speecher? tama ba yun?

mafe: hehe..basta gusto ko speecher. (laugh)

bullet: anong sabi mo mafe?

mafe: (looks intently at bullet)

bullet: yung huli mong sinabi..

mafe: MANOK!

(all laugh except Bullet.)

hay! the beauty of life.. :)