WTF?!

Today's Musical Inclination: The Mars Volta - The Widow

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open shores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him every night
In every street
The scales that do slither deliver me from

-No relevance. I just like it, that's all.
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Talk about history repeating itself.

Last semester, we were tasked with a long paper for English 11. Not a very long one, mind; it had to be 3 pages long, no more, no less. On the day I was about to write it down, guess what? Power failure. In our condo. That rarely ever happens, which was totally weird. Anyway, I had to write down my draft in ink, with only the light of orange scented candles to guide me. When the electricity returned later that night, I typed it up. I would only find out much later that I got an uno for that paper.

This semester, our first long paper for English 10 was due today. I began the foundations for it on Wednesday night, but it needed a lot more work. I went home Thursday night fully intent on finishing it as soon as I got upstairs. And guess what?

Yep. Power failure. In our condo.

Call me weird, but I'm sensing a pattern there somewhere. In fact, I was almost afraid to use candles for fear of some ghastly image in our living room mirror suddenly appearing and trying to break through a portal that would transport it to this realm. But anyway, I didn't have much of a choice. Again, I would write by candlelight. Again, I would read by flashlight. Thank God I was able to finish before 3 a.m.

Right now, the only thing keeping me awake is coffee and sugar. And yet I don't want to sleep at all.
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Completely Wrong Thought(s) of the Day:

We'll jump straight to this, because there are quite a few that I wish to discuss.

First of all, did anyone else get a load of that new commercial on NU? They're basically pimping Trish (of the First Show) and Marc Abaya to the guy or girl who can come up with the best poem, most likely in time for valentine's. It's funny, cuz they start with these average folks who go, "My Dearest Marc, tama bang aminin na nating may taning itong pag-ibig natin?" or "To Trish, ako ay nahuhulog sayo." Then it just gets freaky, like when some guy goes "Trish, hoy, pinoy ako! Buo aking loob." But the best one has to be when this not-so-obviously gay guy goes "To Marc Abaya, you are the one. I'll make a sandwich with your kjwan." Hahahahaha!!! Kampiyon!
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Speaking of pimping, dig what the kalay dormers are up to for valentine's. They're basically auctioning people off as dates. Hmm... So if I give these guys enough money, I get the girl of my choice for a night. Sorry, but that just sounds way too similar to pimping to me. Even a fourth grader could spot that.

Oh well. It's their business. I'm sure they'll make a killing regardless.
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Let's just dive right into this next one.

Yael's Emotion Proportionality Theorem: In any Sponge Cola song, the number of ha's that Yael uses to extend a word ending with an a sound is directly proportional to the emotional weight of the song. Confused? Don't be! Just check out these swellegant examples:

Lunes: 'Di ko sinasadya... Hindi ko sinasadya-haaa... (one "ha")
KLSP: Natutuyo at nawawala, naglalaho rin pala... Pala-ha, haaa... (two "ha"s)
Jeepney: Subalit ngayo'y wala na. Ikaw ay lumayo na... Lumayo na-ha-haa-haaaa... (at least three "ha"s)

Check it. Lunes is a trip, and it's not exactly emotional. I can't even understand the damn thing. KLSP, on the other hand, is a notch more emotional. Medium, I'd say. Jeepney, now that. That's one of those "omg break out the motherf'in' kleenex!!!" songs. It's about the only song I can think of that is potent enough to draw tears from a punkista. Not that I've seen it happen before, but I think it's possible.

Well, there you have it folks. The ha's have spoken.