/ 4:29:00 PM

Time space warp... ngayon dinnn!



Sunday mornings are toontime for me. If I happen to wake up early, that is. So last Sunday, after watching the tagalized Jackie Chan Adventures (hehe. Jade's so cute!) while reading the newspaper (yes dear, it's called multitasking. lolx), I channel surfed a bit. And OMG, GMA-7 is now showing Shaider reruns? *woot woot* Talk about a blast from the past. The 80's kids will prolly be on the same boat as I am when I say that this show dredges up old memories - back in the days when a kid can get his/her quick fix of kid-TV with IBC-13. Think Bioman, Maskman, Shaider, Mask(ed) Rider Black. O siya, idagdag na ren natin ang Ora Engkantada. =p



Dehm. I still remember when my (much) older cousin would relent to role-playing games. And this was before RPGs were of the simulated kind. Yes, live action, bebe. My kuya, with his makeshift plastic sword, would be Alexis and I'd be Annie, in a brown vest and with my watergun subbing for laser blasters. Oh, and the walls of our garage would be the kampon ng kasamaan. Shoot. Those were the days. My cousin's married na now.



Even then, I was already scoffing at why the two leads seem to have an endless supply of the same clothes. Or why sometimes Shaider-bot looks oh-so-shiny while half the time, the costume just looks like plain rubber. Or why the enemies stand still when Alexis transforms and do those slow-mo "let's pose for the camera" shots as the newly emerged Shaider makes porma. Or why those stupid drones choose to attack one-by-freakin-one when they could have had a better chance of incapacitating the lone hero had they mobbed him en masse. *woot woot* A foreshadowing of things to come. Meet meowl, skeptic-in-training, circa 80's.



Pero grabe ha. Old times. Fun times. And now, hearing those terms again... terms like pulis pangkalawakan.. Babylos (sp?)... blue hawk.. Hee. I hold the show wholly responsible for the goofy look I had on my face. Lordy, I felt like a kid again.



Time after time



We have a close relationship.

My second skin. My anchor. My guide.

Yes, it was a truly tight partnership.



I actually feel the void.

Like a part of me has been lost as well.

And it's been like what.. just 3 days since.



I am still in mourning.

But I really need to get meself a new watch now.

* He'll understand. I know he will.



Kidnappers on a rampage



I wouldn't have heard of it if the cabbie I've had for the past few working days weren't tuned in to DZMM.



Negotiating for ransom when your vic is already dead?! Damnit.

I know there is no such thing as honor among criminals but this is just downright disgusting. Those fuckers.

And then there was the kid who got abducted on the way to school. Jeez. Bet it's tough to be Chinese these days again.



You know I would've shrugged and said "Bah. What's new?!" in an all too resigned voice but there are certain times when I don't feel as desensitized as I normally am.



This is definitely one of those moments.



Shyet man. Where do these people get the idea that it's alright to impose their own freakin' wills on somebody else's life. @#*!! The injustice! #@!*



For better and worse



Watching the news always does that to me.



From scams to petty thievery to drug trafficking.

From neighborhood squabbles to political grandstanding to acts of terrorism.

Then there's rape, homicide, murder.

Sickening, isn't it?



Whatever the act may be and however severe the debauchery may get, this is what usually happens: You end up heaving a sigh of relief and thanking god it's not happening to you. Or your family. Or people you know. Selfish noh? Pero it's true. In a nutshell, those are the first few things that come to mind.



But it's not the long-term kind of relief we're talking about here.

Coz it doesn't make you feel any safer.

It doesn't make you sleep better at night.

A simple case of paranoia? I think not.



Yeah, it's not directly happening to you but does that make it any easier to bear, I ask.

Knowing that every minute, somewhere out there, criminals freely roam the streets and prey upon some poor unsuspecting souls.



No, that's not me suddenly growing a social conscience. That's just me. Me thinking too much. Me and my emotions going on overdrive. Blame it on empathy. Or whatever it is that makes your gut clench when someone else's heart is breaking. Whatever it is that makes you weep when someone else's pain is so huge they can't even keep it from spilling over.



Sometimes, I get the feeling that one of my alternate universe double is an impassioned activist. The crusading sort. One of those who get in trouble for pushing far too many buttons.



So that's why watching the news gets on my nerves.

It makes my head hurt. my blood boil.

Makes me feel helpless. too agitated to sleep.

And I end up having raccoon eyes the next day.



Or maybe I'm just scared to awaken Activist!Meowl just yet.



* Shyet, seryosong usapan. Di ko carry.

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 4:29:00 PM

Time space warp... ngayon dinnn!



Sunday mornings are toontime for me. If I happen to wake up early, that is. So last Sunday, after watching the tagalized Jackie Chan Adventures (hehe. Jade's so cute!) while reading the newspaper (yes dear, it's called multitasking. lolx), I channel surfed a bit. And OMG, GMA-7 is now showing Shaider reruns? *woot woot* Talk about a blast from the past. The 80's kids will prolly be on the same boat as I am when I say that this show dredges up old memories - back in the days when a kid can get his/her quick fix of kid-TV with IBC-13. Think Bioman, Maskman, Shaider, Mask(ed) Rider Black. O siya, idagdag na ren natin ang Ora Engkantada. =p



Dehm. I still remember when my (much) older cousin would relent to role-playing games. And this was before RPGs were of the simulated kind. Yes, live action, bebe. My kuya, with his makeshift plastic sword, would be Alexis and I'd be Annie, in a brown vest and with my watergun subbing for laser blasters. Oh, and the walls of our garage would be the kampon ng kasamaan. Shoot. Those were the days. My cousin's married na now.



Even then, I was already scoffing at why the two leads seem to have an endless supply of the same clothes. Or why sometimes Shaider-bot looks oh-so-shiny while half the time, the costume just looks like plain rubber. Or why the enemies stand still when Alexis transforms and do those slow-mo "let's pose for the camera" shots as the newly emerged Shaider makes porma. Or why those stupid drones choose to attack one-by-freakin-one when they could have had a better chance of incapacitating the lone hero had they mobbed him en masse. *woot woot* A foreshadowing of things to come. Meet meowl, skeptic-in-training, circa 80's.



Pero grabe ha. Old times. Fun times. And now, hearing those terms again... terms like pulis pangkalawakan.. Babylos (sp?)... blue hawk.. Hee. I hold the show wholly responsible for the goofy look I had on my face. Lordy, I felt like a kid again.



Time after time



We have a close relationship.

My second skin. My anchor. My guide.

Yes, it was a truly tight partnership.



I actually feel the void.

Like a part of me has been lost as well.

And it's been like what.. just 3 days since.



I am still in mourning.

But I really need to get meself a new watch now.

* He'll understand. I know he will.



Kidnappers on a rampage



I wouldn't have heard of it if the cabbie I've had for the past few working days weren't tuned in to DZMM.



Negotiating for ransom when your vic is already dead?! Damnit.

I know there is no such thing as honor among criminals but this is just downright disgusting. Those fuckers.

And then there was the kid who got abducted on the way to school. Jeez. Bet it's tough to be Chinese these days again.



You know I would've shrugged and said "Bah. What's new?!" in an all too resigned voice but there are certain times when I don't feel as desensitized as I normally am.



This is definitely one of those moments.



Shyet man. Where do these people get the idea that it's alright to impose their own freakin' wills on somebody else's life. @#*!! The injustice! #@!*



For better and worse



Watching the news always does that to me.



From scams to petty thievery to drug trafficking.

From neighborhood squabbles to political grandstanding to acts of terrorism.

Then there's rape, homicide, murder.

Sickening, isn't it?



Whatever the act may be and however severe the debauchery may get, this is what usually happens: You end up heaving a sigh of relief and thanking god it's not happening to you. Or your family. Or people you know. Selfish noh? Pero it's true. In a nutshell, those are the first few things that come to mind.



But it's not the long-term kind of relief we're talking about here.

Coz it doesn't make you feel any safer.

It doesn't make you sleep better at night.

A simple case of paranoia? I think not.



Yeah, it's not directly happening to you but does that make it any easier to bear, I ask.

Knowing that every minute, somewhere out there, criminals freely roam the streets and prey upon some poor unsuspecting souls.



No, that's not me suddenly growing a social conscience. That's just me. Me thinking too much. Me and my emotions going on overdrive. Blame it on empathy. Or whatever it is that makes your gut clench when someone else's heart is breaking. Whatever it is that makes you weep when someone else's pain is so huge they can't even keep it from spilling over.



Sometimes, I get the feeling that one of my alternate universe double is an impassioned activist. The crusading sort. One of those who get in trouble for pushing far too many buttons.



So that's why watching the news gets on my nerves.

It makes my head hurt. my blood boil.

Makes me feel helpless. too agitated to sleep.

And I end up having raccoon eyes the next day.



Or maybe I'm just scared to awaken Activist!Meowl just yet.



* Shyet, seryosong usapan. Di ko carry.