revelations of backmasking

it seems like i'm not yet ready to face the third quarter. first of all i don't want to see how horrible my grades are. second, i don't want to spend the day under the scorching heat practicing for the intrams, although that would mean lesser time for study, that would also mean lesser aircon time and more grilling hours. yes, i'm being maarte!! third and last, i'm betting that more than 50% of the school population would agree to this: the sembreak is unreasonably short! i don't even think calling it a 'sembreak' is acceptable. it's just a couple of standard yearly holidays plus a few rest days turned into project making days. how inconsiderate.

moving on to the plus side, tomorrow is my besfriend's birthday! happy birthday KARLAAA!!! she's gonna be sixteen, how sweet.
oh, and i got a haircut. =) smile now, arianne.

no, onto the backmasking stuff.

we attended the youth alive ministry yesterday for the first time because we were interested with last week's plug of backmasking documentaries.
in case you don't know what backmasking is, it's a process of reversing songs. the only thing making it controversial is the fact that it can be used to unveil hidden messages.

here's the scary part.
when we backmask a song, we hear weird sounds like those of rewinded videos. that's normal.
in some cases there are songs which when we backmask we hear clear words, words pertaining to stanism and other ridiculous stuff. that's what we watched. this might be old news to you but to me it's not. :p
here are some local backmasked songs:

1. banal na aso, santong kabayo - yano
- the message here is blatantly freaky but backmasking it makes it even freakier.
2. pare ko - eraserheads
- this one i can't believe at first because i used to sing it and it's the first ever song i learned to play on the guitar. tsk.

those are the only songs i remember but there are lots more... according to the documentarist, the artists do not know that there are hidden messages embedded into their song and they only knew it when MGB (magandang gabi, bayan) interviewed them and showed them the proof.

here are a some of the songs we heard.
1. stairway to heaven - led zeppelin
- the backmasked version was the clearest i heard.
2. hit me baby - britney spears
3. plasmatics songs
4. ac-dc songs (anti-christ devil's child) - err, duh? most of their songs are that bold.
5. a couple of beatles' songs
6. a couple of john lennon's songs

etc... songs inflicted with obscured messages are oftentimes the fast rising ones.
oh well, not of all of the backmasked lyrics are harmful but in a way they are somewhat freaky.

check this one: CLICK!

ang palakang prinsipe

mahirap sigurong makahanap ng batang nangangarap na maging si Jade, ang bidang babae sa sa fairy tale na frog prince, dahil sino ba namang bata ang gustong humalik sa isang palakang palakang kadiri at maraming kulugo?

nung bata pa ko, isa ako sa mga HINDI nangarap na maging si Jade o kaya naman si Belle, dahil ayoko sa mga kagimbal gimbal na nilalang, prinsipe man ito o gwapo sa nakalipas nilang buhay.

pinangarap ko na maging si sleeping beauty na lamang dahil mahilig akong matulog at meron akong flora, fauna at merryweather-- si nanay, si ate at ang katulong namin (oo, ang bait sakin ng katulong namin noon, ewan ko lang kung bat kami nilayasan).
hmm. pero wala akong prinsipe kaya hanggang ngayon feeling ko natutulog parin ako at yung dragong nagbabantay sa kin (si tatay) ay nababagot na rin sa kahihintay ng prinsipeng bubugahan nya ng nagaalab nyang hininga (apoy yan).

ayoko rin maging cinderella dahil ayoko ng inaapi, ako yung kadalasang nangaapi lalo na sa mga katulong namin. pero ayokong isipin na ung katulong namin si cinderella, masyado naman siyang ambisyosa. ayoko maging cinderella dahil hindi kagandahan ang paa ko kaya hindi magandang tingan sa isang transparent at glass na sapatos. e mas lalo naman ung sa katulong namin kaya... no comment.

ang tanda ko na, katorse na ko (at malapit na kong mag kinse) pero iniisip ko parin na maging isang prinsesa. wala namang masama sa tingin ko, marami din naman dyang mas matanda pa sakin pero feeling prinsesa parin. =)

hindi ko alam kung bakit ko to sinulat, tinatamad na ko mag ingles dahil nakaka consious sa grammar. haha, pano banaman kasi araw araw, kada serye ng frog prince ay kinikilig ako, gusto ko ng sarili kong Tango (tang-go). kung hindi ka makarelate manood ka ng Frog Prince mon-fri 6pm bago mag bentekwatro oras.

haynaku, liban kay tango (tang-go) ay wala nang iba pang tv personality na nagpapakilig sa kin sa ngayon. masyado pa kong bata (pero muka na kong matanda) at marami pang pwedeng mangyari.

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mehn, i can't believe i wrote "Hate Me" (it's a naruto fic) grr... i'm surprised. everytime i try to read my own composition which contains some fishy stuff and fishy writing (that includes casual swears and cusses, grammatical errors and stupid spelling mistakes), i always get shocked. i keep repeating this line over and over in my brain, "i can't believe i just wrote that i can't believe i just wrote that i can't believe i just wrote that i can't believe i just wrote that i can't believe i just wrote that i can't believe i just wrote that i can't believe i just wrote that"

awww mehn! and people are waiting for me to update.... i can't believe i wrote that! )=\ i don't know, i'm not interested in updating. hehe

mga kagustuhan

things i don't really need to survive but are potential to make my day a lot brighter than usual.

last night:

i was not at all disappointed when mom told us to just eat at a nearby place instead of going to SM to shop for what-nots but my sister argues throwing sarcastic remarks that will leave you baffled and irritated for awhile but when we finally stepped foot in FCM (5 minutes from home) i told myself, "this is quite ok, i just want to eat anyway".

we checked RL and i was, as always, delighted at the selection of shoes, sandals and FLATS. i wanted to buy them but it's not the right time, yet.

then we ate at shakeys, mehn i'm a not a big eater... i'm already full with the salad but oh well, i think there's a glutton inside of me side by side by the wieght conscious me.

blah blah.
i'm so shallow. i'm soo happy when i saw that expressions has a new stock of pilot ballpens! at last!!! and before i forget, i overindulged myself on the cheap panda ballpens (interest brought to me by nez's uncle). i'm especially saving them for the occasional surfacing of my doodly side.

i love the walls of shakeys. they're brick walls with graffiti. only, they're wallpapers. coolness.

dead time quizzes

Your Fashion Style is Sporty

You're a natural beauty who doesn't need fancy clothes to look good You prefer your clothes to be comfortable, so you can stay on the go For you, femininity is not how you wear - but how you wear it. Still, don't be afraid to show off that great body in a dress or skirt!

What's Your Fashion Style?

You are Flat Sandals

Casual yet flirty You look great in a simple top and jeans Your look is approchable and cute!

What Kind of Sandal Are You?

Your Nail Polish Color is Red

How you're unique: You have an incredible eye for style and art Why your style rocks: You are classic and classy - and that's hot! What this color says about you: "I'm smart, sassy, and sexy. And I know it."

What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?

LoL. i will never wear nail polish outside. haha

Your Vibe Is Somewhat Sexy

On a good day, you're the sexiest woman in the world But on a bad day, you can't help but feel a little average Try to remember the times you've felt the sexiest... And keep that attitude even on the worst of days

How Sexy Is Your Vibe?

You Are a Down to Earth Doll

You're good looking and you realize that looks matter And you also know that it's your inside that really shines You do your best to look like an A-lister But you devote most of your time to being a well rounded hottie

Are You Obsessed With Your Looks?

You Are a Carnation

You are down to earth and grounded. You tend to be more traditional than trendy. Your confidence gets you through anything. People trust you and are very loyal to you.

What Flower Are You?

hmmph. i want a rose or a chrysanthemum!

want some challenge?

enter the CRIMSON ROOM

it might not be new to you but in case you failed the last time yo you tried the room out, well maybe it's your chance to be in the escapers list now.
i got out, but i cheated. LoL, i don't care... besides, i went as far as playing the movie and discovering the vault.. i just can't get through the codes but anyway what's a little help?

i also finished the viridian room and the blue chamber with some degrading walkthrough. how's my pride? big deal huh.

i really really supper duper want to go malling but i can't because i have no $$$$! well tomorrow i guess dad will have his allowance so he HAS to treat us out! haha...

i need ballpens! oh and i'll buy lot's of panda ballpens!
i need papers (the 1/2 1/4 cw lw)
i also need to buy a gift. :D

i want a big sketchpad.
i want to have my coffee treat too. =D
i want flats
i want a skirt

grrr... my lower abdomen hurts. =(

double mass.

my parents think i'm becoming too smart because they always see me reading a new book once in a while and they're complaining that the books i read are too dangerous for me. huh? i don't think reading a story about a girl who decides to die but ended up breathing in the end is wrong, not even the story of a girl who chose to be mute to everyone because she got raped. i even shared to them that by the time i get my allowance in college i'll see to it that i purchase a new book every month. something they found (find?? geez) unquestionable as long as i buy the right books because they think that the more i read books of my choice, the farther i stay from God.... which is sooo WRONG. they want me to read books like Developing the Leader Within You or The Key to Prosperous Life. Honestly, they don't seem that interesting i'd rather pretend listening to the audiobook versions of them than read them for real.

I don't like self-help books. I want books with plots.

i'm not being too smart! comown, i failed pinoy, you think that's smart? well i think that's a smart move close enough to ditch Jose Rizal out of our curriculum. Oh i don't hate him but he's causing too much mayhem in my report card.

oh well, i feel like edward in veronica decides to die.

last night there was an overnight prayer meeting here in our house, no food, no sleep and my mom forced me to join. so i join, prayed a bit, sang a bit and later on drowsed to sleep. i woke up still in the rooftop with the halelujas of people, they're singing to God but i also hear some mild snoring i realized it's ok, we're all sleeping anyway. what i do is ask God for a miracle to make that lone red star i see fall down. nothing happens, i lack faith. later on i see a firefly roaming around. i caught it and together with my sister we watched as the insect desperately tries to get out of my hands, we watch as it gives off a flickering yellow light and then we let it go. i wonder if that's how God granted my wish to make a star fall on my hands. cute.

i walked around 11:30 pretending to my dad that i'm soo sleepy, went down to drink but got stuck helping mom to peel off the gingers and BLEND it, i peeled 3. i sometimes slip the knife in my hand so i got little cuts on my fingers, no blood. then i blend them with a cup of water, smells strongly gingerish. i can't stand it. i gave it to mom, she poured it on the boiling water and i found out she's going to make a soup. a ginger soup? who would eat that?

i decided to sleep, i continue reading Speak until i'm 80% percent done then i slept. woke up 7am, mom says we're still going to church, she promised we'll go to the mall after but plans changed because we're going to eat lunch at someone's house for someone's birthday. great. no mall. it sucks be stuck.
we went to red ribbon to buy a birthday cake. drooled over some chocolate mousse, tiramisu meltdown and truffle candies worth 20 each. we bought a choco caramel roll for ourselves to eat at home but we're way too hungry to wait till we get home so we eat in the car while dad drives. no spoon or forks or knives... we're very resourceful when we're really hungry. mom tears off one side of the carton box of the cake and uses it to slice the cake. we now eat. only we're too messy, fudge drops in the seat covers and on my bag and onto my shirt and my white handkerchief got stained, blah.

i love chocolate.

i forgot to tell you that Someone's House holds a church service too so when got there, it's like attending a double mass. i'm tired. i didn't even bother to open my Bible as the pastora asks us to, i pretend i left mine in the car. i watch as the girl in front of me opens her vanity kit and pulls out a black eye liner from avon, her kit is from avon too. i thought she's going to re-touch in the middle of the service, i got irritated. she closed her kit, opened the cap of her eye-liner and marks the chapter in the Bible where were discussing. she's not as bad as i thought.
after the service, it's happy birthday greeting time, i went inside the house (because they hold the service in the garage) and sat on a chair, with permission of course. i just want to spare myself from faking a smile and pretending to act real fond of children when actually i don't like them hanging around like they never ran out of ATPs.
i continue reading Speak. getting interesting, i'm nearly done.
we eat then we walk home, we're in the same subdivision.
i read as i walk as my sister shares the umbrella with me. i'm done reading!

we're now in front of our house.
no keys? great. i don't want to climb the gate like i usually do, so i let my sister do it. my mom and i watches as she drops her sandals inside and sets aside her bag and the umbrella and starts climbing the gate for real. it wasn't a sight to behold, we can hear the thump of her feet as her weight drops from the height, she's kinda chubby.

she opens the big gate, i get the knife from the dirty kitchen and... ooops. i can't just tell you how we open the house if don't have the keys you know. i'm not stupid.

now i'm here, typing down a tale that started yesterday night until this afternoon.

mom said we're still going to the mall.
freakin lightning bolt strikes.

by the way! harry potter and the goblet of fire will start showing on my birthday!! :D

questioning my religious upbringing

i don't know if i'll still end up in heaven someday... that's my ultimate dream you know!
i've been a mega sinner.
because of that my parents called for a bible study in our prayer sanctuary that i rarely visit... because it's way on the top floor and i'm lazy.
what's wrong with me? i always pray at night! i even left my traditional way of praying... the patethic way of praying wherein i make myself sound so kawawa...
i'm not kawawa... i talk to God like i'm a neighbor... the "hey God kamusta ka na? paki bati naman po ng happy holloween sa mga lolo ko o, pati na rin sa mga angels dyan...happy halloween"
masama ba yun?
but i like praying that way!!
grrr... and my parents think i'm losing touch with God because they don't see and hear me pray... =(

comown... i'd be dead by now if i don't have God.
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oh well.
happy holloween!