I've noticed that the last time I wrote "something", it was a long, long time ago. What I mean by that is that that's the last time I wrote something meaningful, which both I felt my mind and my heart wanted to say. Perhaps my pride wouldn't let me admit, but I feel no longer inspired to make a meaningful paragraph, let alone a blog entry. In fact, just ask the people in our Batch Assembly about it, with their constant heckling and reminding for me to finish the article, which I didn't. Sorry guys.=p I don't know, especially here in my blog, I feel restricted to write something, in fear of getting a bad reaction and unneeded doses of controversies from society. I guess society isn't ready yet to hear what's on my mind. That realization came to me a few years ago, which is a result of my bland story telling about my uninteresting life. Maybe someday, I'll be able to regain my bravado and swagger as the wizard of words and the king of the blogs, but for now, my life is currently in cruise control as my years as a teenager rapidly dwindle away. And yes, I still won't use Multiply as a blog.
If you readers noticed, it's summer time. Kinda. It's gonna end in a few days for me so I'm pretty much gonna hit the books for the final academic time this upcoming term. To some, that's a bummer, but for me, it's a relief. For me, this summer vacation is miles away as fun as my previous breaks. Though I've had a couple breaks in which majority of the days sucked, there was at least one or two moments of that break in which you would remember your summer vacation because of that. Like last summer, my summer sucked but because of our trip to Boracay, that summer was pretty memorable. I'll probably gonna go down in history as the only college student who went to Boracay who had fun without drinking a lot. In fact, I only drank a cup of the blue alcoholic thing and that's that. As for this summer, there's no memorable moment like that. I guess the most memorable time this summer is when me and the Ayala Boys went on a "spontanious" trip to Tagaytay last Saturday after a movie and a bottle of beer.=) Arriving at 5:30 in the morning, that is one experience that I'll always look back and my mother will freak out if she found out that we went there without her permission. Finally, for me, I've had the happiest memories that even the most painful ones. And being stuck at home doesn't help either since the mind still ticks and if it isn't active, it tends to remember parts in life that you want to forget and get over. So here's to next summer that it will be a fun one despite me being a graduate and having to get a job. Yeahboi. ;)
Because I didn't do much this summer, my television has been having a workout with me since I've spent countless hours on the boob tube watching the stupidest events. I've watched how the Orlando Magic squabble a potential winnable game to a boring, washed out team whose point guard was injured and was led by an inexperienced rookie named Rodney Stuckey. In one of my favorite addictions this summer, which is American Idol, I've been a witness to one of the lamest renditions of a good song originally sung by Chris Brown, courtesy of David Archuleta. While I'm rooting for David Cook in the finals, I must admit, the other David is a pretty good singer, despite his mumbly, goody-goody, doubtful if he's gay personality. However, that was the lamest cover and good thing he has talent or that would've been it for him. Finally, as one my guiltiest and probably the worst guilty pleasures this summer, when I have nothing to do at night, I pondered upon following the teen edition of PBB. If you ask me, ABS-CBN dropped the ball in making the show more profitable than it is right now, with an annoying host (Mariel Rodriguez should be completely banned from entering the PBB house speaking to anyone related to PBB personally), lame new concepts (having guardians kills the suspense), and cry baby contestants for it's quite clear this year's batch are very immature for their age and they didn't think of the consequences before entering. And what's stupid about this season? Despite the whiny contestants who didn't notice that that they had a once-in-a-million chance to earn a lot of money, fame and a better life for their family and instead opted to give up, I'll give the award to the flirtatious dude who has (well, HAD) a girlfriend upon entering the house and studies in the rival school of my high school. I'm not hating on him because he studies in the green, but because he gives love and manhood a bad name. Had he used his mind to think rather than his dick, he would've lasted longer than he did and he would've saved his ex from all the emotional burden that she'll be facing, as soon as the "other" girl leaves the house. This dude is as egotistical, as he is transparent. He obviously wants to be famous so what does he do? He goes to a show that gurantees fame to its cast and what's next? Seeing as the public digs love teams, he goes for the prettiest girl in the house, neglecting everything in his life outside the house. Upon eviction, he goes to The Buzz (another guilty pleasure) and explains that he couldn't control his emotions and that is why romance happened. He uses his suave and acclaimed fame and at the end, he washed his hands from the wrongness in the world and ended up looking like a nice guy. A real classy dude I might say. Anyhow, it's a show, it's a business and it's a way to take an hour off each day of my boring summer.=)
I can't believe I talked about that type of sh*t in my blog. Anyway, I'll try to find something to do here in my house. Later. PEACE!-rJv
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