time space warp

Saturday, December 17


Because I can't speak as much as I used to.

Tuesday, November 29

What the hell is a sex zodiac?

Here's a quiz taken from Moki. I have no idea what a sex zodiac is so I decided to go with my original zodiac sign:


You are very stubborn, and your withdrawn nature makes you irresistible to hotties.

You like sex to be romantic and passionate, and you know just how to make it that way. Your partners cannot resist your spontaneous and gentle nature.

Sex matches: Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn

Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

Thursday, November 24



click on le leuhve pic

Tuesday, November 22

Humanities Week

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The Humanities Week Lit Night
23 November 2005, Wednesday
Dela Costa Gardens, AdMU

Performers and guests include writers from Heights, UP Writers Club, DLSU Malate Lit Folio, and Ateneo faculty, Palanca and National Book Awardees, and Ciudad.

Lit Night also presents Justa Poetica, a Spanish version of the Filipino Balagtasan, sponsored by the Modern Languages Department, and a sneak peak at LARAWAN, the Fine Arts Festival: a scene study from Jihan Estrella's "Kung Paano Maglakbay sa Penny Lane".

OPEN MIC starts at 7pm so bring your work to read! Sing! Share a joke! Harass the mic people! Harass.

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Support Arete 2005: The Humanities Week


November 21, Monday
- Opening Ceremonies at de la Costa Lobby (Humanities building): 930-1030am
- Sine Cera: Philosophy Symposium on Body Hermeneutics at Escaler Hall: 430-7pm

November 22, Tuesday
- Lecture on Filipino Self Image with Atty. Magdangal M. de Leon at SS AVR: 130-3pm
Graced Imagination: best student projects from Th141 & Th151 from 1st sem SY 05-06 (part one): at SS AVR: 3pm
- Takip Silip: Film Festival at Escaler Hall: 430-830pm

November 23, Wednesday
- Book launch of A Dark Tinge to the World: Selected Essays (1987-2005) by Soledad Reyes, Ph.D. at Natividad Galang Room, de la Costa Hall: 4-5pm
- Lit Night at Dela Costa Gardens: 530-730pm

November 24, Thursday
- Arabesque: Night of Performance Arts at Gonzaga Exhibit Hall: 6-9pm

November 25, Friday
- Graced Imagination :best students projects from Th141 & Th151 from 1st sem SY 05-06 (part two): at SS AVR: 430pm
- Himig: Concert: featuring Juan Pablo Dream, Radioactive Sago Project, Up Dharma Down, Happymeals, Out of Body Special, Hymn of Siren, Audible at Gonzaga Exhibit Hall: 6-1130pm


November 21- 25, 8am- 5pm

- Between the Lines, Behind the Lens at SEC B and SEC C Foyer
Photos and Graphic Designs in cooperation with theGuidon
- Coloratura at CTC 201
Visual Arts
- Burda at CTC 201
Featuring the contemporary Filipiniana fashion design of Dita Sandico-Ong

Tell me if you're going. :D

Thursday, November 17

Lust (also posted on my LJ)

Thanks to Paolo, my lu.st.fu.l .de.si.re for Grant Morrison's work has been re-awakened:

Yay. YAY.

Monday, October 31

Happy Halloween.

Should I go to the Halloween Party in Taft tonight? Hmm. I need to find me some nifty garb... Rawr! I'll do the rummaging later. The party's not on until 7 anyway.

I want this:

Yes. I want an Albert Einstein action figure If there's a Stephen Hawking, a Michel Foucault, or an Edward Said action figure, send me a link of where I can purchase the dollies. I want them too!

I watched "Hawking" with my sister last night and I fell in love with the actor who played Stephen Hawking. He was adorably geeky. And the discussions on space! Yum! More thesis material. <3 It's funny how I've been obsessed with space since we read Baudelaire two sems ago.

I spent most of last week reading stuff on copyrighting public space because of Anish Kapoor's "The Cloud Gate" / "The Bean":

The sculpture and the Millennium Park has gotten me crazy over the supposed improbabilities of copyrighting public space. It's crazy how there's so much fuss over huge pieces of metal set by Kapoor and his workers with public money on copyrighted public concrete.

Thursday, October 27

An actual post at last.

I haven't updated this thing in a while. I've been too busy with my LJ, I guess.

I can't keep cross-posting and repeating everything I say on my other blog. But because I think this has had enough silence, I'll take this instance as an exception. Here are pictures from our last beach trip:

the beach and home

Click the image above for the entire set and the images below for bigger versions of the pictures in the smaller squares.

I had fun but I'm starting to miss the beach again. Argh. I can't wait 'til November 4. Tali na 'to! Anyway, you have to notice that I have a new layout. I tinkered with my live journal a couple of days back and thought that my blogger also needed some nurturing. HeheEnough advertising for now.

Sunday, July 17

final list of accepted fellows

yay. YAY!!!

The final list of accepted fellows will be posted by 3.30pm on 18 July 2005, Monday.

Accepted applicants should pass by the Publications Room, 2/F Gonzaga Hall Room 206, to confirm their fellowship before 3.30 pm on 20 July, Wednesday. The year's panelists include the following who have graciously accepted our invitation:

Dr. Benilda S. Santos
Mr. Edgar Calabia Samar
Mr. Alvin B. Yapan
Mr. Charlson Ong
Ms. Luna Sicat-Cleto
Mr. Joel M. Toledo
Mr. Timothy R. Montes
Dr. Marjorie Evasco

Those whose applications were not accepted may schedule post-deliberations with the Associate Editor.

The Ateneo-Heights Writers Workshop is a 4-day event from which the Heights Writers Program commences. The yearlong program is geared towards honing the skills of the top-5 potential writers from the workshop and introducing them to the writing community. The project will culminate in the submission of a novella, a collection of short stories, or a collection of poetry.

For more inquiries, contact the Associate Editor: 0917-9924196 ; aferrer@heights-ateneo.org

Thank You.

Tuesday, July 12

Lit night na naman!!!

yay! xD


I am slave to the Humanities and it seems like I can't get away from the event.

I'm Literary Night project head again and I need as much help as I can get this year. If you are a Humanities major (AB Hum, AB IS, AB Lit (Eng), AB Lit (Fil), BFA CW, BFA TA, AB Philo, AB Pre-Div, etc.), a member of Heights, the Literary Society, or any other GALIAN or COP org, I need you!!!

Sign on the Events sheet (indicate that you want to help for Lit Night!) posted on Promo Board 4 along EDSA walk.

For the sake of friendship, or love, or free dinner for one night in November (note the tone of desperation right there), please, please, please sign up and be a Lit Night volunteer!

Tuesday, June 7

The 11th Ateneo-Heights Writers Workshop

Heights is now accepting applicants to the Annual Writers Workshop. It will be held on the 28th to the 31st of July 2005 at the Sacred Heart Novitiate in Novaliches. Fellowships will be awarded to qualified students based on the merit of their submitted works, as well as the fulfillment of the requirements of the Workshop Director:

.Curriculum Vitae / Resume
.Writer’s Portfolio containing,

5 works of poetry
2 works of fiction (or alternative genres like drama)
1 work of fiction (or alternative genres) and 3 works of poetry

.a clean diskette containing the portfolio in word document (doc) or rich-text format (rtf).
.Workshop Application Form with 1x1 ID picture

Submit the requirements on or before 01 July 2005. Please enclose all necessary docuents in a short brown envelope and address your entries to,

The Workshop Director
Ateneo-Heights Writers Workshop
c/o Heights
Publications Room, 2/F Gonzaga Hall Room 206
Ateneo de Manila University

For more inquiries, contact the Associate Editor
: 0917-9924196
: aferrer@heights-ateneo.org

Tuesday, April 12

fine arts fund-raising

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Wednesday, April 6

diplomatic harmony: isang magandang pangitain

galing sa LJ ni Mando . para sa karagdagang detalye, pumunta sa matanglawin.org


Isang proyekto ng Matanglawin at
Sanggunian ng mga Mag-aaral
ng Pamantasang Ateneo de Manila

Sigaw ng mga Mag-aaral ng Ateneo: Tutulan ang Dagdag VAT!!!

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ANO? Rally at Programa laban sa Dagdag VAT

KAILAN? 11 Abril 2005, 11AM

SAAN? West Parking Lot (Assembly)

SINO? Inaanyayahan ang lahat ng kasapi ng komunidad ng Ateneo (Mag-aaral, Faculty&Staff, Workers, Student Groups)

PAANO? Magkikita tayo sa West Parking Lot sa ganap na 11AM


Magsuot ng PUTI.
Magdala ng panlaban sa init.
Magdala ng mga tula, pahayag, awit, instrumentong pangmusika para sa programa matapos ng rally. Para sa mga nais makibahagi sa programa, ipagbigay alam sa Sanggu (09177408236) o Matanglawin (09209265963).

Gaganapin ang programa sa service road sa loob ng Ateneo na malapit sa Katipunan. Magsisilbing entablado ang isang pick-up at mikoropono naman ang mga megaphone.
Dumaan sa Gonzaga 206 Publications Room sa umaga kung nais tumulong sa paggawa ng mga placards na gagamitin sa rally.

HB 3555: Dagdag VAT mula 10% hanggang 12%Kahit hindi sakop ng dagdag VAT ang sardinas at instant noodles, hindi maikakaila na apektado pa rin ang mamamayang Pilipino, mayaman man o mahirap. Dahil sa dagdag buwis na ito, napipinto ang pagtaas ng halaga ng mga pangunahing pangangailangan ng bawat Pilipino, tulad ng pagkain at pananamit. Hindi rin ligtas sa dagdag VAT ang mga kagamitan sa paaralan tulad ng libro, papel at iba pa. Kaya naman bilang mga mamayang Pilipino at bilang mga mag-aaral ng Pamantasang Ateneo de Manila, kailangang tutulan ang panukalang dagdagan pa ang VAT dahil hindi ito sumasang-ayon sa layunin ng administrasyong Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo na maiahon ang kabuhayan ng mga Pilipino. Bagkus, pinalalala pa nito ang suliranin ng kahirapan.Hindi kulang ang binibigay na buwis ng mga mamamayang Pilipino. Hindi lamang maayos ang sistema ng pamahalaan hinggil sa pangongolekta ng buwis. Marami pa ring nakatatakas sa pagbayad ng tamang buwis kung kaya't ang sistema mismo ang dapat baguhin at hindi ang halaga ng buwis na kailangang bayaran ng bawat Pilipino.

Inaanyayahan ang lahat ng Atenista na makiisa sa labang ito!

Friday, March 25


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wala lang.

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Heights, the Official Literary Publication and Organization of the Ateneo de Manila University, is now accepting contributions for its 2nd regular issue of Volume 52.

You may submit short stories, poems, and essays both in English and Filipino. You may also submit works for the visual art gallery. Art contributions must go with the theme of movement or dance.

Contribution forms and guidelines can be downloaded from http://www.heights-ateneo.org/. For more information, please send an e-mail to thinking_chair@heights-ateneo.org.

You may submit your contributions at the Heights office at the Publications Room, G206, 2/F Gonzaga Hall from 14 April 2005 onwards. You may also submit your works online anytime before the deadline by sending them to thinking_chair@heights-ateneo.org.

Deadline for submissions is on 15 April 2005, Friday.

Thursday, March 24

art attack!

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art lessons by Maica Delfino

Saturday, March 12

hey YOU!

i'm back on LJ.

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update your links section.

Wednesday, February 9


Friday, January 21

no to COP.

Sunday, January 2

so i didn't exactly keep my part of the deal.

i wasn't able to finish a thing. 0_o this is crazy. i can't bring myself to finish anything!!!

rawr. ight as well indulge in prorastination:

new year's eve was fun. yeah, it was fun, even if i didn't get to spend it with theSHITs. i had dinner with my family: spent some time watching the fireworks, had a lot of food, a little bit of wine, and the rest is history. it's funny when you realise that you can actually still have fun with your parents. not that i haven't had enough fun with them lately.

Wednesday, December 29

angst: blahblahblah

i'm supposed to be reading for my classes or working on my org tasks, but what am i doing downloading mp3s? yeah. procrastination to the max (digression for dorks: le sigh). so that's what my life is full of, supposed to bes, and i love every supposed to be that there is. heh. give me this: i'm supposed to be __________ but i'm ___________. i'll fill up hundreds of those in less than a minute. i'm supposed to be writing an essay but i'm blog posting. i do it so well! hahahaha!

anyway, since enjoying too much has made me feel guilty enough, i shall multi-task. i shall download and listen to mp3s, while blog posting, and i shall get one essay from my org tasks done. this will be my extra challenge for the day. tell you what? i'll come back later and post whatever i've come up with. deal? deal.

Tuesday, December 21



You scored as Shera. Break out those tacky leotards, the Princess of Power is in the house! Suzanne Somers has nothin' on you, Shera.





Strawberry Shortcake










Which 1980's Cartoon Character are you?
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Sunday, December 19

Feeling emo

Every once in a while i do get to find the oldest, most forgotten photos in my computer and i look at them as if i were looking at somebody else's fragment of memory. As if my detachment from the picture I used to keep will eventually erase any semblance of my self on print.

Saturday, December 11

quiz results

so i took another online quiz, and these are what i got:

english literature is love
brought to you by the isLove Generator

heights is love
brought to you by the isLoveGenerator

Wednesday, December 1

after Caffeine

for all the people i was with a while ago, who (like i was a few weeks back) are so skeptical about, and to quote Martin my lover and fellow geek, "an honest-to-goodness sci-fi poem! That works!" here is Maurya Simon.

Worf Meets God at the Voyager Laundromat

Because the starship's life-support system
Had begun to malfunction, and he needed
To clear his humanoid head and blaspheme

The command of a superior officer who meted
Out duties like an android with amnesia,
Worf wended his way to the laser-heated,

Faux-folksy but spotless Laundry Arena,
There to expertly expunge the daily dirt
From his uniform, and the cosmic bacteria.

While the crew idled in Stay-Clean shirts,
In a temporarily suspended animation,
He stuffed his jammies, trousers, and shorts

Into a Vacuum-Vulcanizing Star-Station
Maytag, programmed it for starch the scent
Of gardenias, then sat to ponder fusion.

Suddenly there seemed to be a deltoid dent
Buckling the far Arena wall, then a shuddering,
And Worf leaped up, his laser gun clenched

In his huge fist, aimed and ready to fire.
A mirage of sorts, an electron haze coalesced
Slowly into what looked like a Wall St. financier.

(Worf was well-versed in late twenty-first
Century American socio-economic anomalies:
He knew this was a stock broker, or worse.)

The Alien was aglow with galactic pleasantries.
"Who are you?" Worf demanded in his booming voice.
"They used to call me God," the other wheezed,

"But that was long ago. Now I'm just white noise,
an illusion which questing sorts like yourself
call forth unwittingly in troubled times.

"Holstering his gun with a sigh, again Worf
Eased into his chair and said, "Leave me alone.
I can't abide charlatans, and you're the fourth

God-pretender I've met in this millennium.
The other turned himself into a burning bush.
"Won't work," Worf muttered over the Maytag's hum.

The visitor re-formed itself in a dazzling rush
Of sparks: now it appeared as a Klingon vixen,
All Amazonian brawn and steely-eyed machisma.

Worf's jaundiced eye took stock of this vision
Of delight, this female soul-mate warrior,
And his jaw dropped. "I'm not usually given"

To praising anyone, especially a delusion, or
An alien apparition, but you're quite a sight,"
He confessed. The Klingon babe began to purr:

"Listen, Worf. I can be an antidote or anthracite,
A black hole or black widow, God or the Devil,
Or..." a buzzer sounded, then the blinking light

On the Maytag flashed out "Completed Cycle."
Worf snapped his fingers to end the program,
Removed his clean clothes, put them in a bundle.

"I don't believe in supreme beings, holy holograms,
God-the-Almighty, some everlasting Shapeshifter,
Amorphous spirits or anthropomorphic deities. I am,

"Worf continued, "a die-hard, warp-speed agnostic,
And I need to get back to the deck and my commander."
But he paused to take one more long, lustful look

At the buxom Klingon imposter, then he cleared
His throat. "If you can actually prove you're God,
Then I'll become your first starship apostle, my dear.

"But the queenly form was vanishing, even now
As Worf spoke, and in its place there grew
The spitting image of a sadly decrepit Mr. Spock.

"I always wanted to be a poet, but I knew
I'd have to settle for playing God," Spock said.
"Right," Worf grinned, "but I much prefer you

in your former guise. It's easier to idolize."
He turned squarely on his boot heel, exited.
Spock faded; the Arena buzzed on, untelevised.

-- For Robert Falk

mmm... isn't it yummy? well, it might not be as yummy as Caffeine's dense chocolate cake, but what the hell. a quiet, chilly night like this one makes all the reading materials i have amassed from my friends very convenient, orgasmic treats.

Tuesday, November 30

i'm alive!

another layout overhaul, and Em's back into the blogging scene. oooh, yeah. i thought it was a cold, lovely, rainy day when i woke up this morning, and so i decided to put my citrus-y mood into full use. look at my clean, semi-orange, semi-caffeinated colors. orange, and coffee: that's what part of this universe will be about. HEH. so much for foreseeing what i'll be writing about, eh? anyway, it's time to hit the sack for me. let's see what i'll be serving in the days to come.

Friday, October 1

The Ghost in Love

You remember how you were all alone at the end
of the afternoon, and shadows obscured the furniture like dust,
how the room suddenly became too small for you:
I was there. And that other morning, when you woke
to a sky white as a movie screen
before the picture starts, I was the glare
of the waiting camera, the tension of the audience.
Have you looked at the others' faces lately
across the table, over a meal like any other,
and seen only the indistinct reflections
of strangers in a distant window?
I am that glass. Oh, when you are free,
I too am free as the garbage, the waste paper
that the wind blows along beside you as you walk.
Your lost appetites, the remembered decay
of all fruit (making you lose desire
for what you hold, throw away the half-eaten apple),
the sadness of abundance you don't need--
I've given you all these. Already the deep sea
seems to welcome you more than the shallow.
On the roof, I saw you stand and listen
to the rush of the wind in the depths between tall buildings,
stare down the perspective lines to the vanishing point
which is the impossible sidewalk. Soon you'll fall
asleep, and I'll be at the bottom
of the steps you dream you're stumbling over
as your legs contract for the last time before you rest.
I will be in your eyes instead of darkness.
I will be in your throat instead of breath.

Monday, September 27


i've made my blog layout more organised. now people don't have to deal with two scroll bars in order to view my posts. the simpler the better, i guess. i just need to tweak the colors, and fix the picture. that is, as soon as my photobucket account regains its sanity. i'll be doing all the tweaking tomorrow anyway.

i was talking to a friend a while ago and he said that i seldom post happy things in my blog. well that's because i don't access my blog when i'm happy-- or maybe i don't go online when 70% of my system is composed of triple espressos of sunshine. maybe i face the sad, blank, posting screen only when i'm depressed or stressed, and soothe my tired, stricken self with the clicking of technological plastic. so what's the realisation? publishing stuff online is, in a way, cathartic for me. when life works for me at least, i don't see the purpose of purging happiness out of my system.

Sunday, September 26


i don't think i'm a blogspot person. i'm an LJ blogger. ah, maybe it's my layout. i don't like my layout. i need a change.

Sunday, September 19


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Saturday, September 18

blabbing about today instead

i cut all my classes and turned off my phone to forget about Aria. i just stayed at the pub room and had fun the whole day with the Peachy, TowTow, Martin, other pub room regulars, and the Art Staff.


i'm proud to say that the Art Staff is officially done with regular delibs for the first Heights regular issue. we have accepted 4 artworks (two of which belong to Kim and me, and were accepted with revision), and 4 photos. yay!


i just came from the surprise inuman that Earnie planned for Camsie. i'm so happy that she was clueless about it even
if Cels and i kinda spoiled some part of the surprise:

Cams: are you going to the inuman later?
Cels: you know about it?
Cams: yeah. theSHITs full-force inuman.

* Part Two *

Cams: are you going to the inuman later?
Em: what? inuman? you know about it?
Cams: uh, yeah. theSHITs full-force inuman.

haha! it has been a long time since i had bottles with my friends and it felt so good to be in Los Otros again. theSHITs Frat Keg Party CD was set full-blast on John's speakers, and everyone was carelessly taking down gin, vodka, Sprite, rum, and Gatorade. we were all boisterous borrachos in no time.
i remember some guy was enjoying his KFC chicken meal beside me, and started talking about the Most Romantic Award he won a few days back.. talk about engaging yourself in an intelligent conversation. 0_o

i'm more or less de-stressed after everything. Humanities Week is coming and i've
stopped aring about all the people who are unnecessarily eager about Lit Night. bahala kayo. i'm project head of this thing and you will never be able to force me to fit a theatrical presentation like A Midsummer Night's Dream into Aria.

Thursday, September 16


i had such a crappy day but i don't think i can write about it yet. i have to finish something first, then i'll post. anyway, here are two quizzes taken from Wappy:

Quiz Me
Airam was
an Unstable Rock Star
in a past life.

Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me


You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.

Find out your color at Quiz Me!

Sunday, September 12

Lit's a bitch.

working on a week-late paper seems to be the most lame excuse for staying up late. when you're a lit major and you can't finish an easy paper on parody, you get to think about two things: it's either you hate the poems assigned to you and you don't see the point of gathering enough mental fuel to start on the paper, or you just can't with your puny little brain do it. right now, i'm more inclined to believe the second part of the statement.

two weeks ago, i thought that getting over my Lit Theory midterms and my Theo orals was the last leg of my academic suffering. i now find out that things are getting worse. im being tormented by co-curricular's: aside from my having to rush art delibs to make it back into production schedule, i also have to organise a lot of stuff for Aria. we still don't have invites, and we haven't accomplished event
planning and logistics. Larry's also asking Vittorio to work on the Tapatan thing and i can't afford to let go of Vittorio because he's my Externals Head and there'll be no one to reserve tents, buy materials in Divisoria, etc. waaaah

Monday, September 6

still starting sentences with small caps

Aria, the year's Humanities Week Literary Night will be on the 22nd, and it seems as if nothing's happening. the project is not moving, and i have no idea how to make it do something else. i am dead i tell you. dead. as dead as my staff was during the Art Talks, and as dead as my Live Journal is.

once again, i'm in this do or die mission where everyone's sprinting for their lives and i'm the only one who does not have an armor and a rifle to defend myself. this scene, where the cutest boy i've ever met is screaming for me to save him. he has gotten me flowers from the enemy camp and the worst thing of him getting caught and tortured has happened. this is the story of my life: i land in one movie that is plotted on the ambivalence of a Twilight Zone episode, and the one thing i'm not supposed to do is sit down, think things through, and just wait for something to happen. because there is no chapter to follow, no other episode but a series of events where i unknowingly pick the next adventure to slap me right in the face.

Tuesday, August 31

what the hell am i making another blog for?

i have nothing to write about really.