.: let us all thank God for chocolate :.

it was chino's birthday celebration last night. so the five of us hit gb3 [yes, i completely disregarded the condition of my foot. i had it taped so i wouldn't feel the pain and so far, it's working, but as soon as i remove the tape, i die again] for some dinner, a movie and to hangout, or as my sister so hates to call it, "to chillax". [it sound annoying.]

i had just heard from mon and greg, usual volunteers at the TASK program [a program in antipolo where you teach less fortunate children] that some of our frinds and classmates were food poisoned by our teacher!!! evilness. haha. nahh, i don't think he meant it. but two of my classmates had to go to the hospital, and my other friend, mico, had to vomit every twenty minutes, or so mon tells me. either it was our culinary arts teacher that did it, or it was the evil-street-pink-crappy-gulaman-drink-poison that mico drank that did it. hehe. well, hope they feel better.

we watched manchurian candidate. comments? i had expected more. i had expected to doubt and question the present political status of all the USA. instead, i found myself nearly leaning on the shoulder of the stranger beside me, falling asleep. oh well. the plot was okay i guess but still, the movie was a little better than crap. 2.5 stars/4 stars.

the movie ended at around 130am and greg and mon had to leave already. so the three of us left hung out at Bizu. and for the second time that night, we splurged on chocolate goodness. looking at joel's face as we took the first bite on his piece of chocolate heaven, i remember how my other friend once described chocolate...

we were eating kookie korner chocolate cake at his place for no reason, apparently, we were hungry and there was nothing in the fridge but that... or veggies. screw the veggies, im eating cake. so we were eating right, and suddenly he goes, [wait, this is funny]

"mmmm. this is so... ORGASMic!"

i look at him with eyes as big as plates and said, "dude, are you gay?"

i have weird friends.

hehehehe. that was probably the weirdest statement bout chocolate i've ever heard. last night though, while chino ate the brainwashing, problem-reducing chocolate, he gasped out, "i think i'm falling in love with chocolate." hmm. i'd think only girls love chocolate THAT much. i guess i'm wrong.

.: addicted to this blog :.

i'm hooked. i'm looking for more ways to improve it. and i keep changing the music video every 30mins. can't find a goo goo dolls video to put up. and when i do, i can't pirate the code for it. hehehehe. yup, i'm stealing these videos from other sites! ahehehehe. i'll keep changing the video every now and then to my liking.

.: heart :.

how do you define an athlete's heart? i mean can anyone really describe it? analysts say that in the NBA today, allen iverson has the most heart of any player. he plays through injuries, he single-handedly leads his team to victory, he's the bravest driver [he's 6'0" and charges himself at 7 footers to make shots]. but those are all descriptions. how does one define heart? i know i can tell if someone has heart, i can just say, "ah, la yang heart." and i'd be correct, but i still don't have an exact definition for it. help someone? joel? chino? lalang. just a sudden insight.

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i don't really have much kwento right now, so i'll just update this soon. pictures soon. got a few new pics. hehehe. mmkay? tc.