1.23.2007

From now on I will keep myself from using other people.

Coz that's the only way people ever see me anymore.

1.21.2007

Me, myself, and I hate being called that [crossposted]

My name. I am rambling and ranting about my name. I am an angry tiger. Hear me roar. *roar*

A. /ghee-an/ ~ /jee-an/
I don't really mind my name being pronounced either way, but I hate it that people have to ask and debate, "Ano ba talaga? 'jee-an' o 'gee-an'?" Can't people just leave the topic alone? Or if they really want to know, can't they use their common sense?? Come on. Would my parents really give me a girl's name?

B. "Gian Dapul"
Not that I hate my surname or anything, but I noticed that when people who don't really know me refer to me, they attach my surname. Some people would say that this is to distinguish me from other Gians, or this is a sign of respect, but then they have other common names with no surname, or other respectable people with no surname. It's like calling me informally has a certain stigma attached to it. Fuck you all. Am I that unapproachable, undesirable and unwanted that you can't bring yourself to call me by the four-letter name I identify myself with?

C. Dapple
This is another of my proofs to my theory that Americans speak funny, besides "Ay-rack" and "Nu-kyu-lar", is the fact that VERY FEW of them can't pronounce, say, or even spell our surname right. It's DAPUL. Okay?! DA-PUL. /da'-pool-/. Accent on the "Da," and then go light on the "pul." Do NOT say it quickly. Do NOT change the intonation. Do NOT say "Dapple" or "De Paul." Fucking righteous assholes.

D. ZOMG iT bGinZ wD a KAY tHaTZZ zO qROngZZz!!!11shift
Fuck all the teachers, government officials, spell checkers, document writers, and transcript records who think they know my name so much fucking better than I do that they change the 'K' in Karlo to a motherfucking 'C'. Putang ina kayong mga nagmamarunong pa sa akin! Mamatay sana kayo na mali-mali nakasulat na pangalan sa mga puntod niyo!! #w#

1.19.2007

*sniff*

Been a long time since I actually updated, ano? The stress and lack of sleep isn't and hasn't really been helping these past few days. And it doesn't help either that no one actually reads this blog anymore, not really. I've been checking the counter every few days, and there's not much growth or change... I dunno. Nawala na ata yung blogging thing ko. I'm not as happy blogging as I used to... I need validation, I guess. But I'm not deleting this blog anytime soon. "Soon" being very relative. I'll just stuff out the same way that I blow my nose on a used and reused piece of tissue.

This week was the hell week before YMSAT week. As I think John B. put it, "...all the fires on Earth." I'm sick right now; slightly feverish and dizzy half of the time. The headaches I've been having; they hurt the way your head would hurt after someone hit you over the head with a Bio book. Aray. It's a dull sort of pain that spikes when I get up from lying down or lie down after being up. Grar. It also hurts when I get eyestrain, so I'm actually typing with the keyboard on my lap and me facing to my right. Nasanay na 'ko sa MacBook ni Kate where I type on my lap. Waheheh. But the worst part of getting sick is - I can't smell. My nose is inconveniently clogged up half of the time, and the other half it's inconveniently dripping. Eew. But I can't smell - smell people, smell food, smell the beautiful smells I love to smell - like the smell of air-conditioning or a familiar room or of chocolate. :~[ People can't understand me half of the time when I talk, and I feel like my nose is about to fall off from the bridge down. I can't breathe properly, either - I've been having a fucking bad cough even before the cold, and I can't inhale without going into a painful fit of coughing. Shit... ayoko na ng ganito... *cough*

*advert: Play "Pisay! (The Trials Of Dora)" this YMSAT week! Bio exhibit 9, Group 1, II-Camia - found right outside the front door to Rm 109, nearest to the Bio Faculty! Wala lang... good reviews for us mean good grades."

That reminds me. Sinama nga pala ako sa Bio Intersection thingy with Gero and Mae. Cool. Wish me good luck, dammit. At least naman tumaas Bio grade ko to 1.50. I really hope I can jack it up to a 1.25 this quarter. Wish me good luck talaga.

I want a Kevin waffle now. Spread the warm waffle love.

1.11.2007

Oo nga naman.

I'm kinda sick and tired of having all these links here. Honestly. So I'm stripping my blog links list of unwanted people. How do you not become one of them? Tag or comment why I shouldn't take out your link. And I'll put you back on. I mean, why should I give anyone free advertising? This is part of my "Blogs are not a fucking fad" philosophy. So if you're serious about blogging and everything, you should be able to tell me within the next two weeks or so. That's all. Only people I consider friends will be spared that sad fate.

1.10.2007

Anon

Some you are wondering, "No birthday post?" Yeah. Because I didn't have a birthday. I aged, sure enough. But no celebration.

All I got was a wild gift the day after. -,-

Oh yeah. I don't think I'll be able to blog for a while. So don't go looking for me.

1.02.2007

Close ba tayo?

Got the idea from Carlo. Basically, it's a checklist that determines how close we are. Whoever you are.

If you get
more than half of the signs of one level, you can move on to the next, and the level you just passed determines our relationship. If not, it means you're stuck at the level below that. (Evidently if you don't even go past the first level, you're nothing to me.) Not totally accurate though.

LEVEL 1: Acquaintances ("Hey, I know you... you're that... dude I know!")
  • You know my first first name (yeah, my first first name) and my last name.
  • You know where I study now.
  • You're reading this blog.
  • You are or have been my classmate.
  • You've talked about me with or to other people.
  • We've met and talked at least once.
  • I've texted you or you've texted me at least once.
  • You know na galing akong Claret.
  • You know how old I am.
  • We share the same tastes in music (If you agree w/ any of the ff: a. Rock or Jazz is awesome b. Hip-hop and Rap sucks c. Filipinos are awesome musically)
LEVEL 2: Semi-friends ("Hey. How're you doing?")
  • I greet you when we meet.
  • I've had a conversation with you, probably about schoolwork or some minor interest.
  • You work with me on a periodic basis. (Example, kaklase ka, or pareho club natin or something)
  • You've IM'd or e-mailed me personally - yung hindi GM.
  • You've asked me, or I've asked you for answers to questions.
  • I've had physical contact with you.
  • You can name the title and URL of my blog when I ask you.
  • You don't need to ask if my name's pronounced as jee-an' or ghee'-an. (And if you are wondering, it's originally the ghee'-an one)
  • You know my favorite colors. (Black, brown, grey, dark blue)
  • You're friends with me on Friendster.
LEVEL 3: Friends (*hug*)
  • I've hugged you.
  • You know when my birthday is, including year.
  • You've defended me or my reputation.
  • You try to reply, as much as possible, when I text you.
  • You've tagged on my blog.
  • You've invited me to do something or go somewhere with you.
  • You've gone looking for me just for the purpose of talking to me.
  • You've become truly and deeply concerned about me.
  • I've told you some or most of my secrets.
  • I personally told you that I'm bisexual - kahit on the phone, YM, text.
LEVEL 4: Good friends (I'll be there for you/ When the rain starts to fall)
  • You've hugged me.
  • You know about my other blog. (OoOoOoh, what other blog??? o.O)
  • You've given Blogger comments here.
  • You've told me to stop hurting myself.
  • You've called me up, kahit on a residence line, cellphone, whatever.
  • We've had a serious and life-changing conversation.
  • You've told me some or most of your secrets.
  • You wouldn't leave me even if I did or have something horribly wrong - for example, nakapatay ako ng tao, nabaliw ako, may AIDS ako, etc.
  • I've given you any sort of gift.
  • You acknowledge the fact that I'm bi and don't mind when I talk about it or in relation to it.
LEVEL 5: People I trust, love, and forever will.
If you've gotten this far, go to my other blog and read Level 5. Oh, and if you can't read it, you're stuck at 4. Sorry.