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I am disturbed. I am so disturbed I had to watch 2 installations of Saw before I realized that no amount of gore is going to distract me from my disturbance. And so I have to write this down. Just in case someone is reading my blog, not that I have much hope in it, I need you to say a little prayer for me. I need you to say a little but detailed prayer for me.

I am graduating on March 21, 2009. Five long years in college has come to this. In less than a week, I will be an engineer. An Industrial Engineer who will hopefully help bring this country to greater heights. But before I can get that far, I need the prayers of those who care. I can’t quite say for sure whether I deserve being granted my request, and so I leave that decision up to you.

I would definitely be putting my stubborn self into place by saying that I have been, rather am, an underachieving overachiever. I know, and many can attest to the fact that I can achieve whatever I set my mind on doing. I have been gifted with some above-average intelligence, and I can’t really say that I’ve done my best to show how grateful I am for this gift. Like many intelligent kids, I have fallen prey to the traps that are vanity, sloth, and dissatisfaction, all of which have led me to this point of uncertainty. During my first year in college, with conviction did I say to myself that I would graduate a Summa Cum Laude. A few distractions, however, have led me to to reduce that goal to a Magna Cum Laude. And yet, a few more issues during the past couple of years have reduced that to a Cum Laude. And now, I’m not so certain I’ll even get that far.

Last Saturday, I went to check my grades, however, I still have four of them missing. I only need about an average of 85% for the remaining 12 units to graduate a Cum Laude, but with the effort I have exerted, I am not entirely sure whether I will be granted that 85%. I know this might sound ridiculous to some, but I do believe in the power of prayers, especially those that are filled with the specifics. I need as many people as possible to pray for me. I only need at least 85% average for my remaining 12 units (4 subjects) in order to graduate a Cum Laude on the 21st of March 2009. That’s as specific I could get, and I hope you would pray for me.

I may seem like I don’t deserve this honor, and maybe, I don’t. But I want you to know that my parents deserve this honor. I know just how proud my parents will be if I did graduate a Cum Laude. I know just how happy they will be knowing that all those years of toiling have paid off with their eldest child. I have already confessed to my mom the possibility that I might not graduate a Cum Laude, and I have seen the love that is still there. But I would like to see the glow on her face if I did announce that I am, indeed, a Cum Laude. I can’t see just how being a Cum Laude will change my life, but I can see just how it will change theirs. I’m going on this prayer request not for me, but for my parents.

Please say a little prayer for me. If not for me, then for my parents. Thank you and God Bless.

My life’s a story gone terribly wrong. The Baudelaire orphans would have been utterly grateful had they met me. Their misfortunes-cum-adventures are fun compared to my plain misfortunes–no edits, no embellishments, but plain, fat, and sarcastic misfortunes. As if a life spent being overweight, fugly, feared, disliked, and avoided isn’t enough.

To enumerate the different misfortunes I have had for the past seven days might be too much for some. A few might even consider my accounts a bit too odd to happen to one person all at such a short span of time. All I can say is that if I do lie in this blog, it is often, if not always, in the forms of sarcasm, cynicism, and hyperbole. And albeit being in the most appropriate of moods to be sarcastic, my misfortunes for the past week deserve credit to be told only in utter truth (despite its dismal nature).

1. I came and passed our FS late last Saturday.

2. Ran out of luck by Sunday.

3. For Monday, went out and had a bit of fun, but little did I know the lack of luck that was to face me for the remainder of the days for this week.

4. Went into asthma attack mode first thing in the morning last Tuesday. Got to school late because of my slow medication.

5. Had to volunteer for Theo to not get canned in the subject.

6. Had to live with the fact that Ms. Cataluña, who once worked for a garments manufacturing business, would be one of the panelists for our FS. To make things clearer, our FS is about a garments manufacturing business as well.

7. Got called in Philo class because I bobbed my head like a stupid head-bobber-cat like the ones you usually find in cars. I swear it was as embarrassing as those dreams wherein you went up the stage and recited something in front of the entire school, naked.

8. Went home and had my brakes busted a few kilometers before getting home. No car for the next 2 weeks.

9. Had to attend my cousin’s debut and finish the defense all at the same time. I chose both, but realized too late that I only had one body. I went home early from my cousin’s debut, but too drained that I can’t even utter a single syllable by the time I went trhough the front door.

10. Was slightly lucky to not get chosen for defense on the for

st day.

11. Sucked, completely, during the defense. This is 60% of our final grade for the subject, by the way.

12. Submitted Philo paper late.

13. My mom’s car got drained (battery) while I was attending the send-off for IE students. The send-off, by the way, made me feel like a stupid and effing useless imbecile. Not a good thing to experience for someone who is suicidal.

Yeah. Lucky. I know. I bet if I tried to kill myself, I’d be so unlucky that I’d end up crippling myself instead. Then I would have to suffer insurmountable pain for as long as I shall live. Pathetic.

I am the most tired that I have ever been my entire life, right at this very moment. And being tired is making me the most intellectually incapable person on the planet. Small desicions become long, silent, and lagging arguments that never reach a logical point. A good example is today. I have been the most stupid person today, and I hate myself for it.

The past few weeks have all been a blur. Nights are not only sleepless, but days have become rather meaningless, and I don’t mean that in an emo way. Think “I went to school, barely on time because I had to spend an hour debating with myself on whether or not I will ever find fulfillment by going to school, then spent the entire day not trying to fall asleep. Then, I went back home, where everything I do is still for school. And since I can’t think quite straight, I spent half my time at home staring blankly into space in a stupid, useless, and definitely not-quite-as-fun-as-staring-blankly-into-space-used-to-be kind of way.” meaningless. I am tired, and it is evident in everything I do. I have lost the luster of someone they called brilliant. I have lost the passion of someone they called creative. And I have lost the little hope I used to have that kept propelling me to continue functioning.

I am tired. I have been slowed down in every aspect of my life. I am the fattest that I ever was. I am the tardiest that I ever was. I am the slowest that I ever was. I am the most uninspired that I ever was. And I am the most useless that I ever was. This morning, I spent an hour in bed, thinking how I got into this mess that is my life. After which, I spent another 30 minutes thinking if anything I ever did was good enough. This afternoon, I spent 30 minutes thinking, again, if anything I ever did was good enough, and if the paper I was to hand in was good enough, and if there was still time for me to make a new one after spending days making the thing, eventually deciding not to change it, then realizing I was already late for submission. Yesterday, I spent the entire afternoon deleting whole chunks of my supposedly 5-page article into 1.5 pages. The week before, and I mean 7 days ago, I spent the entire day wondering if the Feasibility Study I was about to hand in was good enough, instead of making it good enough. The day before that, I made a list of things I should have changed with the FS, ending up changing the list of things to change, then making another list of things to change with the already edited list of things to change that I have made. I am so tired, yet utterly dissatisfied, yet hopelessly stuck in rutty rush, that all I could ever do is stare in awe at just how wrong my life has gone.

I am doing this to make myself feel better. I have tried to read a book, listen to music, play the piano, and play the guitar before this, but none have proven themselves therapeutic. I can’t sleep, as the disturbing situation I have found myself in has caused me to lose any interest in self preservation. I am now mildy considering Kuya Erik’s proposal of selling my soul to the devil just to make life a bit easier to bear (Here’s the story: I told Kuya Erik that I wanted to hang myself and he told me he wanted to do the same. It’s just that since he’s going to hell if he did, he’d much rather sell his soul to the devil instead. That way, he gets to have power and money and a bit of satisfaction before he died and went to hell.).

After graduation (if I ever graduate), I will rest and think my life over. Hopefully, I get another chance to change my life for the better over the course of summer.

I went on a spontaneous movie trip today (and by that, I mean just a few minutes ago). Menchie employed me to help her on a certain article that she had to hand in to be published in the Samahan newsletter. Being the good friend that I am (ehem) I obliged, and drove to her boarding house (you could congratulate me on the fact that I DID NOT GET LOST WITHOUT A MAP!!! Menchie did!). Upon reaching her place, she just finished the article, which I’ll be editing, and was dressed up, obviously to go out. Anton was there as well, so I guess I kind of figured that they’d be going out, and that I would simply have to get the article, and drive back home right away. But the couple were sooo good that they invited me to watch a movie with them. Upon reaching SM (nag-convoy mi ni Anton. So shall si Anton kay Everest man ang gibitbit! I-kumpara sa akong karaan na sedan bi, luoy kaayo ko, hahaha!!!), we ended up watching Yes Man, with some good old McDo burger and large fries to go. I am not afraid to say that I enjoyed the movie a lot (Jim Carrey’s simply one of my most favorite actors, and I’m starting to develop a special place in my heart for Zooey Deschanel. Can’t wait for 500 Days of Summer!). And that I learned quite a lot from it.

The movie, after a million laughs and unbelievable insanity, all boiled down to one thing: that the best things in life come from simply saying YES! to things that are opportunities, even if they just don’t seem like ops at first. Kumbaga, blessing in the sky bah! The only way you’ll discover things as blessings is if you said yes to doing things that are within logical and feasible limits.

I think I’ll be trying to say yes more often. I’ve been used so much to the idea that you have to say no sometimes, that I have ended up saying no most of the time. And the most recent yes that I have said was, unavoidably, to myself. After the movie, I decided to leave the lovebirds alone. After some insane self-arguments, I am now at Karl’s Koffee Korner, and I’m semi-enjoying the place.

Since I’m enjoying the internet here for a limited time (this is one of the major cons of the place by the way), I’ll give you the pros and cons of the place.

PROS:

- OK ambiance. Ample lighting and good furniture.

- OK music. No bossa crap, but they did play that stupid “Teardrops on my Guitar” song. Plus some of their employees were singing like drunk bastards (an understatement, by the way). You could hear their singing competing with the sound system of the place!!! NOHOOO!!!

- OK food. Obviously, they purchased the desserts from someplace else, but good choice nonetheless.

CONS

- I don’t get the theme of the place

- Limited internet!!! WHY?!?!?! One hour?!?!?! That’s freaking unfair!!!

- Too much gelatin in their iced coffee thing. I almost choked. I think I have to learn how to chew my coffee. CHEW COFFEE!!!

Yeah… I think my hour of internet’s almost over. So here’s a photo of me looking like a skeptic-cynic.

Yes to some Photo Booth loving!!! I’m SOOOOO HAPPYYYYY!!!

Next week, and I mean 7 days from today, is my sister’s 20th birthday. In all honesty, neither of us likes surprises, so the most practical thing for me to do was ask her what she wanted for her big 2-oh event. I was both surprised and proud of the answer she gave me: you can help me help others.

So we started making plans last Monday night (which will be crystallized by tomorrow, I promise!). Her initial plan was to give clothes to some of the homeless on a certain street in the city. Here comes Andie, with the desire of giving her a good birthday present, but ending up proposing some trip to a nearby orphanage. My sister agreed, seeing as it’s a much easier and more feasible course of action (Goodness! What if the homeless started attacking her on the streets?!?! This is not to say that all homeless people attack people who try to help them, but being safe is much, much better than being sorry.), and despite the fact that the kids at the orphanage get more than their fair share of blessings from people who wish to make a bit of a down payment on their stay in heaven. Since I have been driving (on my own, without my mom, my dad, or both yelling at me until my ear drums abandon me in tears and utter consternation) for almost a month now, we figured we can bring some food and other things that the orphanage might need at the time of our visit, without worrying much about transportation. I can’t wait for this Friday.

I am more than excited to go back to the orphanage. The last that I’ve been there was December 2007, where Kalasag decided to share some holiday blessings by purchasing clothes, toys, and 2 electric fans for the kids at the orphanage. I remember having to carry those two goodness-knows-how-tempted-I-was-to-leave-them-behind electric fans in the middle of Christmas shopping, and with no taxi in sight at that. I even almost blinded my ex with some pepper spray after he decided to play a stupid prank on me by “stealing” one of the heavy fans I’ve been lugging around. Anyway, the experience was entirely heartwarming (the visit to the orphanage, I mean), and I honestly would not miss another one for the world.

Another activity we are going to have is the Pagtataya in our Theology class. This is basically a social involvement activity being required of graduating students, to “further cultivate the Ignatian value of being men and women for others” in them. I’m doing my best to not be a cynic here, and to be quite honest, I have no choice regarding the matter as my graduation partially depends on this class. So I obliged, and even more so when I learned that we would be doing one of the coolest jobs on site: painting the houses.

For a little background here, our group was assigned to a relocation site somewhere on the outskirts of the city. This relocation site was mainly under the “care” of Gawad Kalinga (literally means “Give Care”), an organization that functions under the concept of bayanihan (this is an old Filipino culture wherein different people of the community helped built a certain nipa home, and transferred it to its final location by carrying it on their shoulders. Gawad Kalinga, or GK, modifies this bayanihan concept by having volunteers help build the homes, meaning both the houses and the community as a whole, on the sites they have acquired.). I remember having helped with a house building activity a little over a year ago for GK. I’ve always wanted to go back and help build more houses, and I didn’t know that the chance I’ve been looking for would come from my Theology class. I think I really do need to believe more in God’s miraculous ways.

So on Sunday, and the Sunday after that, we will be spending the whole day painting houses for families who do not have homes, or have lost theirs for some reason or the other. Another thing asked of our group was to find some means of acquiring 20 gallons of white paint for the houses. This isn’t exactly a requirement, but I know it would be of great help to the community if we were able to raise enough money to buy 20 gallons of paint. If anyone reading this is willing to help out, please spread the word, or simply leave me a message at andiealbino@andiecrafts.com.

I would like to end this post with a few lyrics taken from one of my favorite songs, Man in the Mirror (I currently love the cover done by James Morrison. Check it out on YouTube!)

Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their needs?

I wouldn’t go as far as to saying that my idea of a good time transcends the mixture of appropriateness and enjoyment compared to those of others. To say it quite simply, albeit being rather queer for a human being (not that many of my friends consider me one), good times for me aren’t necessarily worse compared to everyone else’s.

I wasn’t able to understand that one either. So let’s just put it this way: I like doing things for fun, and no amount of convincing from others could ever dissuade me from doing these fun things - ever.

Staring Blankly into Space

Back during the first years of college, we used to call this habit “Activity Period.” Mainly because we loved to do it during activity period (MWF, 3:40-5:40 PM), not that we had much choice on the matter. I think I consider this activity good time mainly because I’ve had lesser and lesser opportunity to indulge myself in the act of doing nothing for extended periods of time. Try it! Doing nothing can be pretty fun!

Reading Books

Yeah. If I were half my current weight, I would look like a worm with glasses. A BOOKWORM!

Driving

I love speed. But I can’t do the speed thing with my mom. She never lets me drive over 40kph. If I do, I end up having bruises all over my right arm. Big, dark, blue bruises that leave their marks longer on my soul (char!).

Writing

I think this is supposed to be an extension of my love of reading. I suppose everyone who loves to read has a certain knack for writing. Or maybe that’s just me.

Music

You know how certain things seem to calm you down so well? Well, music’s my own special brand of legal narcotics. I have now realized that the reason why I haven’t beaten up anyone for the past year is because of my iPod. God bless the iPod!

Talking

I may be a bit antisocial, but I do love having some honest human interaction once in a while. I especially liked the most recent one I’ve had with Kuya Nick!

Sleeping

I never seem to get enough these days. Every chance to nap I get, I grab. I guess it’s normal to have greater appreciation for things you never seem to have enough of.

Cup Noodles

Need I say more?!?!?

Speaking of, I have some cup noodles brewing downstairs. I’ll be up until 9 PM tomorrow (if I don’t fall asleep in Sir Charlie’s class tomorrow), so I better get back to the work I’m supposed to be finishing. Ciao for now!

Mujik, Andie (that’s me!), and Menchie at Kangaroo Coffee Club last December 15

This post has been pending for quite some time now, so here it is! December 15 was a good time for a date, despite the fact that everything has been so friggin’ hectic. This is pretty much a photo post, for the benefit of those who still have no idea just what friends could do on a lazy evening.

Shocked much, dear?

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According to the article on Hermits in Wikipedia…

An hermit (from the Greek ἔρημος erēmos, signifying “desert”, “uninhabited”, hence “desert-dweller”; adjective: “eremitic”) is a person who lives to some greater or lesser degree in seclusion and/or isolation from society.

Often – both in religious and secular literature – the term “hermit” is used loosely for anyone living a solitary life-style – including the misanthrope…

In modern parlance the term “hermit” tends to be applied to anyone living a life apart from the rest of society, regardless of their motivation.

Crying when reading about something is not a task for mentally sound people. That is unless whatever literature you’re reading hits a chord of some sort. This should be pretty common for depressing novels, or heart-warming non-fiction literature. In my case, my very peculiar case, I cried while reading that friggin’ article on Wikipedia. Oh, she must be out of her head, you’ll say. Tell me something I don’t know. Funnier, even, is the fact that the article actually hit an evasive chord. Crap.

I need to get a life. Seriously. If I don’t, I might end up becoming some living garden decoration in some wealthy European’s estate*. Good grief.

This will be the immediate future of Andie if she doesn’t clean up her act soon.

This is a tarot card of sorts, but since it has this big THE HERMIT label, I guess it would do…

I have told Andie that she has got to stop referring to herself in the third person. But seeing as she’s become so much of an hermit, without any second or third persons around, she just doesn’t get it. Blame her, not me.

FOOTNOTES:
* According to the same Wikipedia article…

During the Romantic period of the 19th century some wealthy estate owners would pay imitation “hermits” to inhabit their properties, as living garden decorations.

Me: Hello. I’m Andie.
Everyone else: Hi Andie.
Me: I’m, uhmm, a university student. I used to be OK during my first few years in university. It all started going downhill when I discovered broadband internet. It was just like discovering cigarettes for smokers. It was the best drug I ever tasted, but eventually, I had to try some more. So just like many chain cigarette smokers moving on to pot for more excitement, I moved on to wireless broadband internet, which made my condition much, much worse. Just a few days of no internet connection would bring me shivering like a dog out on a winter’s night. After turning nights into days, losing any concept of sleep, and passing school papers terribly late, I realized I needed help badly. So here I am, telling everyone that I am a computer and download addict, and that I need help.

OK. So maybe this is one of those figments of my imagination that seem so real sometimes. I mean, who would dare say that this won’t come true in a few years of so? Maybe a group is already established somewhere that I don’t even know of. Considering the many types of Addictions Anonymous groups (substance addicts alone could account for a long list -  alcoholics, cigarette smokers, and other substance abusers) going on out there, who is to say that computer addiction will not merit the same kind of system? After all, Addictions Anonymous groups cater to the acceptance of harmful addictions and dealing with these addictions with some group support, which is seen best for those whose lives have been destroyed by their addiction. Albeit far from being truly harmful, my addiction is already starting to put me behind on some work that needs to be done and is sometimes preventing me from going out into the real world.

I’m sure a lot of other people are undergoing the same experience as I am right now. Recently, I’ve been relying too much on the internet on how to live my life as fully as possible, that I’ve forgotten how to truly be alive. This is not as simple as it sounds. In fact, this is a creepy realization to fall on. Twilight zone creepy. And I’d like to think that I’m not the only person who feels this way.

I’m really trying my best to be a better citizen here. And in order for me to do just that, I have to enumerate my mistakes just so something could be done about them. Now you know. And as a last point, I just want everyone to know that I’m downloading things that are getting creepier and creepier everyday. Here’s an example.

Coldplay’s X&Y

As everyone close to me probably already knows, I’m a big Coldplay fan. They’ve been my favorite band for almost 7 years now. I am one of those obsessive compulsive band lovers downloading entire albums of the group, in addition to buying their albums legally from music bars. Yesterday, in my boredom, I downloaded something of a remake of Coldplay’s music. Here’s its cover album:

Lullaby renditions of Coldplay’s most popular songs. Think drum beating and rad guitar solos turned chimes and xylophones. And see how the album cover matches that of X&Y’s.

According to the Rockabye Baby’s site, their music came with the need to make children’s music cool and enjoyable for both the kids and parents. I’ve listened to the album, and I should say it’s pretty good. Aside from God Put a Smile Upon Your Face (goodness, was this creepy!), everything else was really done well (if you don’t mind the the polyphonic-ish impression of some of the songs): I could sing along with all of the songs, and I think they’ll be successful lullaby-wise, though I wouldn’t for the life of me let my kid listen to this before they turn 8 (I’d rather have my kids listening to The Most Relaxing Classical Album in the World… Ever! and The Most Relaxing Classical Album in the Universe… Ever! during the first years of their life).

I guess that’s enough addiction talk for today. I think I should reserve my other addictions for some other time (Oh, there’s more? You bet there’s more!!!).

Manaway ba naman sa kabaduyan sa lain. You know, the kind of behavior wherein you mock others for something you haven’t realize you also had? Upon realizing, however, it kind of gets to your nerves initially, right? I mean, who wouldn’t be pissed off by the mere thought of having been unfairly cynical at others’ behavior, when the joke really is on you? But eventually, you get to catch up with life and realize that maybe, if you can’t beat the traits you find so annoying out of your system, that you might as well embrace it. So here it is, people… I BRING YOU THE BADUY REVOLUTION (of which I happen to be a proud part!)!!!

It all started with simplest of things: Friendster shoutouts. I can’t believe just how cheesy people could get with their shoutouts. Click on your friends’ profiles and you’ll see what I mean: their shoutouts are either love quotes, lines from a cheesy song, or a special message for their significant other (and for the whole world at that) to see. Cynical, aren’t I? Well, it just so happened that my brother posted a shoutout that goes something like this:

“Will you give me a chance to know you? It’d make me really happy if you did.”

Being the cynic, I posted a comment saying “What’s with the baduy shoutout, dude?” My brother’s just in high school, and what a shame would it be for him if his friends saw his sister post something like that. Just a couple of hours after me posting the comment, he took down my comment and changed his shoutout. By the time he got home, he told me this:

“Kinsa ra ang baduy sa atuang duha? At least akua, tao ang akuang trip. Ikaw, imong computer!” (For those who are curious, my shoutout said: Fitz, you are mine! And I’m yours, forever!)

It wasn’t a major fight really. In fact, everything said and done was in jest, and we simply got to laugh about it. But what he said really hit me hard: Sheesh, bai, BADUY KO!!! BADUY KO!!! WAAAHHHH!!!

Looking back on the things I have done, I was trying to be someone! (Sounds family?) I was just mocking my own kind! As a form of apology, though, here are my favorite movie and song lines that currently serve as a confirmation of my kabaduyan.

1. The Awful Truth

Lucy Warriner: You’re all confused, aren’t you?
Jerry Warriner: Aren’t you?
Lucy Warriner: No.
Jerry Warriner: Well you should be, because you’re wrong about things being different because they’re not the same. Things are different except in a different way. You’re still the same, only I’ve been a fool… but I’m not now.
Lucy Warriner: Oh.
Jerry Warriner: So long as I’m different, don’t you think that… well… maybe things could be the same again… only a little different, huh?

The Awful Truth starring Cary Grant and Irene Dunne is my favorite movie of all time. The hilarious twists and witty script makes me laugh each and every time. It’s timeless, and if you still haven’t seen the film, and it so happened to be that you’re into romantic comedies, I suggest you see this one.

2. The Lady Eve

Jean Harrington: See anything you like?

This line is one simple line, but it got me all tingly after hearing it. With this film, you’ll see the girl making the moves. I love Jean. I adore Jean. But I don’t think I’ll be anything like her, though. Asa ka, pamatay pick-up line na bai! See anything you like? Dang!

3. City of Angels

Nathaniel Messinger: Seth knows no fear, no pain, no hunger, he hears music in the sunrise. But he’d give it all up, he loves you that much.
Maggie Rice: I don’t understand.
Nathaniel Messinger: He can fall, he can give up his existence as he knows it, he can give up eternity and become… one of us.

I hate this movie so much. It makes me cry and laugh and feel along with all of the characters. If someone’s going to give up their life as they know it for me, just like what Seth did for Maggie, that’ll be the day!

And these lines aren’t all. I’ve watched possibly every romantic comedy on cable TV, and I’m still going back way, way far as Cary Grant during the 1930s. So I’m a sucker, aren’t I? A big, damned sucker for cheesy lines and stories. Told you I’m baduy. And I’m loving it.

To find myself fully in my kabaduyan, I had to look for comrades. My brother’s in. And so is my sister (with her pamatay Friendster shoutout “With this spark I’ll keep on smoldering your senses…” Asa ka!). Then Kuya N-N, the school bus. I got the following conversations from Mujik’s blog (Him happens to be the school bus).

CONVERSATION 1:

Him and Her were sharing an umbrella one rainy night.

Him: So, when are we getting married? (Di pa gani mo uyab!)

CONVERSATION 2:

Her was eating palabok and Him telling Her what he did the day before.

Him: *Chit-chat-whateverloo*… we played
Her: Why do you waste your money on games?
Him: I’m not wasting my money. I’m paying the internet cafe to waste my time…
Her: I have a suggestion… Why not pay me, then I’ll waste your time?
Him: Hahaha! That’s impossible!
Her: Why?
Him: You can never waste my time… Being with you is not a waste of time.
Her: ummm… 0_o ok… (dang! there goes my money)

Isn’t that just cheesy? But it’s so cute… I LOVE IT!!!

To end my documentation of the baduy revolution, let me end with some IM status messages.

JP Abrina: Matututunan mo lamang maghinagpis pag natutunan mo nang magmahal.

Andie: Mahal na kita, pero ‘di pa tayo nagkikita.

Red: Pipitasin ko ang mga tala sa langit upang magsilbing ala-ala sa kislap at ninging ng iyong mga mata. (Am I right, Red? Please correct me if otherwise.)

That’s it people. One last thing, though. Are you part of THE BADUY REVOLUTION? If you are, prove it!