welcome fans!

This is all about the word “bet.”

This is a grammar lesson, but a life lesson for someone who
should really be more careful at being so “right.”

This is an expression of extreme annoyance for that
someone who insulted me for my supposedly wrong grammar. Yeah right!

You bet, you’re wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAHAH!

(Now there’s my vengeance. Whoooh! That felt great.)

You absolutely declared that there is NO such word as “betted.”

“I betted my life on it…” This is my “grammatically
incorrect” sentence, according to you.

You bet, you’re wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAHAH again!

YES, there is a word “betted.” It’s the past participle of “bet.”
When used in a sentence as an action done in the past, “bet” can be an
irregular verb and take its original form. BUT it is also grammatically
acceptable to make it a regular verb and add “-ed” as in “betted.” (Ever wonder
why you don’t know this?)

Go check it out! You can go straight at Microsoft Word. Grab
a dictionary. Or try banging your head on the wall, it might get the air out of
it, to make way for better brain functioning.

You even asked for my course. It’s Bachelor of Arts in
JOURNALISM from the College of Mass Communications, University of the Philippines
Diliman. (Anyway, what’s yours again? And
from where?). I bet, you even gloated some more.

Now it’s my time to gloat.

(p.s. Even with my course, I don’t claim absolute expertise
on the English language and grammar. I don’t go around being so sure of my
self, correcting other people. I was actually tempted to copyread your blog
entries and post it here. But I settled for this dose of meanness.)

(p.p.s. sorry, you told me not to… but she started it. and it’s
your fault, you told her.)

what exactly happened to me the past 23 days that you’ve missed, no terribly missed, me:

(1) i almost got dismissed from my college. (for the non-UP readers, being dismissed means your college is kicking you out; you cannot continue your present course; you have to find another course in another college; imagine, i have to shift out when i have only 6 units left?! mga gago!)

wohoooh! another milestone in my turbulent academic life. ayan, mababasa na ‘to ng mga kamag-anak ko. ok lang, i found a way to bail myself out of that trouble. i appealed my case, pleaded, begged, thought of committing suicide, thought of the most dramatic way to commit suicide, thought of bomb threats to masscomm, thought of death threats to the devils responsible for my demise. i succeeded…in my appeal of course. see, i’m still alive and i’m not in prison.

that was the worst thing that happened to me EVER! it surpassed the tempests of my equally turbulent love life. when i surpassed it, nakanang, i was really floating in cloud 9.

i felt like the queen of the world!

(2) i celebrated my birthday last sunday, the 19th. it was mediocre as usual. i have no money to treat myself and others to a sumptuous meal or hold a happy beer-day with friends. see, who says money can’t buy happiness? ulol! it can, most of the time.

but pacquiao made my day, that sweet idol of mine. wohoooh! i actually got to watch it live at the  SM. my tita treated me.

i also had a special date. i won’t tell though. i don’t date and tell. hehe. it was supposed to be the highlight of my day, but it actually saddened me more. it’s not the date, it’s me. it’s not you. it’s me. although, it’s really you. it’s not the date. it’s you. it’s the whole idea of you. it’s the whole idea of me. it’s the idea! ang gulo! di niyo gets? that’s actually the intention. alam ko namang maraming nakikichismis dito eh. haha! belat!

ayan, haba na. 23 dapat ‘to eh. kulang pa ng 21. sige, i’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

Belated Happy Halloween!

Whatever that means because I can’t seem to find the right reason to be happy for the dead or to celebrate a day for the dead. Why?! We think that’ll make them happy, celebrating their death, shoving to these people’s faces that they’re dead and we commemorate it? I think it’s more of a celebration of our being alive than of them being dead. We are so damn happy we are alive and we need to confirm it by inventing a day to remember the dead. Well, at least we get a holiday and businesses get their share of death benefits in the form of profits.

I spent my Halloween getting bored at home, watching dvds, doing some of my paperworks. I really don’t have any close dead relative to be happy for or to remember as we subtly call it. I’m not really psyched up for one. Candles and flowers and fares for going home are expensive. Also, it’s not as fun as watching dvds.

I’m hooked to this medical series called ‘House.’ I finished the full two seasons and I can’t wait for the next. Highly recommended. I guarantee that you (if you’re a girl or gay or in doubts) will surely fall in love with that old, nasty, arrogant Dr. House by the end of the pilot episode. The series is intelligent and witty, spewing out medical jargons you’ll pretend to understand. It is also one of the top shows in the States. Are Americans really that smart? One of my professors in UP said that Americans are dumb and I believed him because it felt good to imagine the population of the world’s most powerful nation as dumb. But judging from what they watch, now I’m doubting that professor’s credibility.

How I wish we can do a similar show here! Of course, wishful thinking because the greatest horror in Philippine TV is its audience–its dumb, ignorant jologs masa audiences. Now that doesn’t feel good. I wish I could just stick to my Americans-are-dumb statement.

Welcome to the fearsome realities of Philippine mass media!

Happy Halloween!