Er... this is the first time I'm doing a darned blog entry since the 13th century. I feel like I'm a freakin amateur. So please don't correct me if I have ispelyng erorz or in most cases, grammar correczhinz.

After weeks of going in and out of Laguna [since my gramma's back], I finally sit comfortably in front of The Beloved One [my PC]. I haven't gone online on my YM for a reaaaaaaaally long time since I got my report card. It wasn't welcomed pleasantly by the elders. But believe me, I break the rules... sometimes.

Going back to the Laguna thing, two days, or three, or four [or five or six or...] days ago, my whole family went to Laguna with my cousin, ER and my gramma, Gramma. And it's a very interesting thing on my part because we alsdkjfa;sldkgjaowier asldkfjwoeitha;lsdkfj aldskjfalg !!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and not to mention, aldjflkajd and lka kdfjsdlwejo SDFLAJSDLFKJ lajdksfjlslfj. It was fun, trust me. That's why I went back home with my mom and dad, leaving my brothers behind. Two days without THem [with capital T and H] equals heaven to someone as mere as I. So I was online the entire two days... but I didn't exactly open anything that allowed me to communicat. I don't know, for some reason, I felt so... intrapersonal-ly, at that specific point in my life. So all I did was research, research and research more... and I'm sure you're DYING to know what I researched about, but fortunately, I'm not that stupid.

So, after two days of freedom, I woke up to accompany my mom back to Laguna, since my dad was still in the office. I discovered that my stomach was not agreeing to what my mind conceived [therefore my body did not achieve. wtf. forget it.], and I had doubts if I'd still go, but since I was so craving to swim, I went.

And then the clouds open and Superman says "I hate you, Beata." So while on the road, I got sick, as in fever sick. And I was dying. Literally. Don't be happy, I know you are. I spent 5 freakin hours on the road, 65% of which was because of freakin' traffic, and the AIR, THE AIR, ALIEN !! It's not even AIR anymore ! It's just plain pollution ~. Now even my lungs weren't cooperating ! My stomach haunted my in my sleep, saying "See ? Told you you shouldn't have come." But too late to back out.

It didn't end there, since Spiderman accompanied Superman. How he flew up the sky remains a mystery [maybe he stuck his web on a plane] to me and said "No, I hate you more." So my bladder went short, and I had 3 more hours before we arrived to the quickest heaven possible [the Clean female bathroom in Jollibee xDD]. So I guess I was pretty OK then, if it wasn't for the killing heat, the polluted air and the rocky road [no, not ice cream].

Then suddenly, Barney earns himself angel wings and flies up beside Superman and Spiderman and says he's crossed over the dark side [coz there's cookies there] and that his song "I love you" was definitely not for me. The dinosaur hates me, dawg. That's why inside the same vehicle, a baby vomitted. And the sound, man, the SOUND ! I'd rather hear a pig being slashed.

At the end of the day, even though superheroes [and Barney] teamed up to hate me, God still loved me, and I arrived, alive. Haha. So I was sick.

And you know what that means ?

I wasn't able to swim.

So boo.

My stomach still haunts me.

.........BUT HOORAY !! CODE GEASS SEASON 2 IS HERE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
..I just need to find part 3 of episodes 1 and 2, and the entire episode 3 [not on Veoh, since it's a cram there].

Okay. This is regarding the Face-Off pictures, guys. I am SO sorry that I haven't even posted the pictures yet. It's just that whenever I do try to post them, it loads hanggang mga 13% or something--then it completely stops. I don't know why the hell it doesn't want to post, both in the Java and default multiply uploader, but I swear I've done my best to post them.

And kanina, when I opened my YM, I got this message from Ate Anna that I should give it tomorrow to miss. I have this feeling she sent it to me nung Friday pa or something, but I was banned from using the computer and stuff yesterday... [so why am I even using the computer now? Takas.] and I only received it today. So by Tuesday I have to give it na to Ms. D... I'll do my best. I'm kinda grounded and this ain't really my favorite week and stuff... I'll ask Dan if she can give the CD.

Sorry for being so damn irresponsible >.< This is my fault, I should've given the CD to another person dati pa. Guuuuh. I'll try to upload them ulet. Again I'm sooooooooooo sorry guys !! Sorry ng malupet~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

Yohey. I just came from Mikey's house, wherein we did all sorts of crazy possible, and ate all yums in the world before we watched the movie Step Up 2, starring Briana Evigan [I think], a blond guy and ADAM SERVANI !!!

JABBAWOCKEEZ WAS ALSO THERE! :l

I wouldn't put the synopsis of the movie here, since that'd be a [boo] spoiler. Despite that, I'd be rating it 5 out of 10.

It's the type of movie that has a common theme and a common plot--very, very predictable, but choreography-wise, it's bombshell. Characters are also very colorful, they served their own purpose without contradicting themselves. The romance sucked, since it was so typical. From the very beginning, you'd know she'd end up with him... and they'd die in the end.

My favorite character is Moose because his name is so totally hot. Moose. Come on.

Okay, I wasn't kidding. Of course. Moose is actually very charming... y'know I'm very attracted to dorks, and what more? This dork is cool [I'm supposed to hate him for that]. He can dance like whoa. It's like a secret talent... a superpower that nobody knows of. He's like a Superman [then again, I hate Superman]... who does strut and crotch grabs [Michael Jackson?]. And he has long curly brown hair -fangirl squeal... okay, maybe not-. Dan shares this highly intimate feeling with me. I wish he ended up with the lead. The chemistry between a strut-dancing-dork and a hiphop-dancing-girl is too damn cute and unusual, and unusual is love!

But no. Hiphop-dancing-girl ended up with hiphop-dancing-guy-who's-brother-dances-ballet-and-is-the-school-principal-I-think. And strut-dancing-dork ends up with theatre-girl-Angelina [she sings, dances and acts... and has beestung lips]. Why the heck am I telling you the ending when I said that I won't spoil you anything?!

...that, my dear, will remain a mystery.

Or simply because I don't want you to watch it.

Going back, Earth Hour just passed, and yi, I took part of it. I turned off all lights, except for the monitor and the light from the AVR, CPU and keyboard. Other than that, everything was pretty much offed. I just watched the "trailer" of Earth Hour on Youtube, and found numerous comments ranging from "what a wicked idea" to "I took part" to "the goodies would sit in the dark like hippies by 8p."

I honestly don't understand some people. I mean... just how much more of the Earth are they waiting for to be destroyed before they actually realize that there's an effing problem? >.< It's ridiculous! Global Warming is not an effing fantasy, or made up thing, to make goodies like me concerned about the environment. Speaking of Global Warming, which I'll address as Bro G from now on [he's a lil rapper now, since he's so modern], it was super hot a while ago... and not in a good way.

I'd melt, if it wasn't for Mikey's airconditioner and ice cream. Who doesn't love the heat, right? I mean, that's the only thing you have to know that I'm still alive. That's vital information. Of course.

Right now I'm sweating like a pig [wait, pigs sweat?]. But I'm quite thankful. Calories burning... feels good for now, since I ate my heart out a while ago. I ate all sorts of healthy, nutritious foods a while ago @ Mikey's still, ranging from tomatoes, brocolli, huge siopao, fish, deep fried chicken, ice cream, sundae, a whole bag of cheetos, donuts... I have this feeling that you're imagining how big I am right now. Well, forget it. You might mistake me for Mrs. Muffin, but realize I'm not, and would end up calling me Señorita Sprinklebuns instead. I'm not yet ready for such a lovely name.

Yi, I'm in a good mood. I'm in a great mood, since I feel like I did a lot by switching off the lights a while ago. This sucks. My blog sucks today.

I'll just recommend you to watch THE SOUP!, kahit sa Youtube lang. Very, very hilarious. Watch The House of Sanjaya [yes, that guy] and Rainbow Brite. Joel McHale's the best :]]. He's surpassed Ryan Seacreast on Rainbow Brite alone. So yi.

And don't forget that guy named Ryan Higa, and his sidekick Sean Fujiyoshi. They're also hilarious. >:D.

Kbye.

I'm in a pretty good mood. That means this blog could get more boring.

A whole year and two days had passed since my graduation [Mar1707] from Grade School. You know what I felt then? I thought that the burden of the world had left me. My seventh grade ended with the Dramafest direction, which brought the shit outta me. I hated and loved that at the same time, since the Dramafest last year was teh bomb. Some of you might even know the long [or not long] story of the dramatic Dramafest, but I choose to not expand on that anymore.

Going back, I was overjoyed that GS was over and that I was starting anew with the HS life. It turned out to be worse, though. But hey, I learned what the Pythagorean Theorem was all about. I guess the freshman year was pretty worth it. Oh, and not to mention the Flash MX. Oh, and the Ibong Adarna! And the Systems of Linear Equation! And the AZPEN! And the Shell Configuration! And the propaganda devices!

...whoa! So my freshman year MUST've been hella fun.

Nothing very significant happened yet. I'm in front of my monitor, typing whatever my brain tells me to type. Don't ridicule that, though. If I continue to type nonsensical stuffs such as this one, not only will my blog turn into a pi of mess, but also, I'll be able to help you lessen your boredom. I know you're bored. That's why you're reading this blog. There's nothing to find out, really.

Oh, the day before the day before the day before the day before yesterday [Friday, was it?], I went skating in SM Megamall with my sore losers, Dan, Mikey and Pauline. Jamie and Nicole tagged along too. It was pretty practical and convenient. I mean, who the hell ever knew that you can dovetail while you're skating? We were practically taking part in mass humiliation as we tried to skate, as only Dan can skate efficiently, and Mikey can skate a little bit, and Nicole said she can skate, and Pauline was trying to skate, and Jamie can't skate at all, and I can only balance. For two straight hours, that was :l. I even wounded my right ankle while I was wearing the darn skating shoes.

I'd like to acknowledge the older men in the skating rink who only passed by us as we were falling. Thank you very much for your respect to individuality. We appreciate your kindness. I wish you'd fall on your skates and slash your wrist and--

-clears throat- Okay, so after that... Sunday. Pacquiao vs. Morales. Wait, no. Marquez. Pacquiao vs. Marquez, wherein I bet for Marquez against my brother's dog, Whitey. I was confident that Pacquiao will lose, since despite the overrated media exposure, nobody seemed to be as interested as my brother's dog and I [plus the Filipino masses and Chavit Singson] in knowing who was going to win. I was, however, slightly surprised that the Mandalay... place... was full of celebrities, plus Chavit Singson, who even left his tiger Kirara to support Pacquiao.

Nevertheless, I was still sure that Marquez will win. I didn't care if my brother's dog had Chavit to root with him, and that I was all alone with Morales' mom, or that Apl.D.Ap [tama ba?] sang BEBOT for Manny Pacquiao [LOL!].

But in the end, my brother's dog won. He was victorious. I was devastated. I lost against my brother's dog, Whitey. What pride do I have now?

Whatever.

:l You don't want to know what happened to my brother's dog.

Erm, so yesterday, this group of old ladies came back, as they did last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and the year before that [and the year...] to do the Pasyon. It's been more than 24 hours now, and all I hear is their voices, minus the times when I was wearing headphones. I wonder how people can withstand the murdering heat? And they're old ladies, too. Aren't they scared they're gonna get stroke or something?

Today, I've been busy flooding people's multiply sites. Eulaivi asked me if I wanted to go gimmick with the KPop crew. I would agree, in one condition: Dapat, sa Talipapa. Kapag hindi doon, hindi ako sasama. >:D

What else?

Oh, and I'm having this feeling that I'm prone to A.D.D. :l

You see, every time someone texts me, I have a reply in mind, then I see something, and I don't reply anymore. It's not that I'm a snob, or that I'm Smart and my friends are Globe, or that I don't have load... I just really forget :l.

...Whitey redounds me :l.

Orait, this blog is crap.

I told you, I'm in a good mood.

And basically, good mood = lame.

But heck you read it.

You must be hella bored.

EDITTED. :]

Ngayong tapos na ang malupit na paghihinagpis ng mga estudyante ng paaralang SPCP, nakamit na nila [sa wakas] ang kalayaang kay tagal nang minithi...

It's freakin' vacationating. I almost can't believe it. The school year was fast, but it seemed like it was taking forever! Wooh.

Nope, the school's not yet over till I get my report card. I'm still hoping I'm an awardee :(. I've been waiting for decades now xD. IT'S ABOUT TIME. Hmf! :)) But then something unfortunate happened. I, well, we did not submit our C.L. project, worth 25 points, which consists 10% of my total grade in C.L. That just means that if I perfected every single quiz, seatwork, homework, recitation grade and ultimately the periodical exam, I get a 90 in the card at most. Don't mistake me. I despise the subject. I think it's ridiculous. I wouldn't study for it. But as we all know the standards of SPCP is burning high, which means that even though I get burning high grades in Science and Math [which is delusional, if you think about it in the rational sense], and I get 87.99 in C.L., I wouldn't get my name on that crispy certificate. I am burning mad. I know not everyone takes their studies seriously, but I'm sorry, such a simple thing is simply important to me. I want to get high grades.

Let's go spin the bottle.

I'm a nerd. Shut the F up.

Oh, lookie, the bottle stopped on you.

:)

Going back to vacationating, I'd like to thank my classroom for being such a big classroom. Also the chairs, the TV, the board, the back of the board, the anay at the back of the board, the bulletin boards at the back, the drawer, the lockers... everything. You all made my year.

Maybe I'll also thank my classmates. To my classmates, not including the athlete and the dropout, thank you for electing me as your Academic Chairman. I hated it. To my teachers, hopefully you aren't reading, but since I'm a great person, I'mma thank you. Thank you for teaching me the formula of velocity, displacement, distance, time... even density and the pythagorean theorem. I never thought I'd learn it. I think I lost three billion brain cells while studying and failing. I hope the latter never happens for the rest of my life.

Speaking of my classroom, I'd like to thank my classroom group, KPop, for everything. You guys are the weirdest people I've met in my life. It's a wonder how such stereotype-driven group actually got together. Hey, maybe that's the reason? There goes Eulaivi, the blonde [in a Filipina's body]. Dodo, the emo slash goth. Svet, the hot pachucho. Ann, the dork. Last and definitely the least, Kristine, the wannabe nigga slash chav.

On the stereotype, I'd like to say "hi" [but not thank] the world's biggest losers, my sore losers, the Coffeemates. I had fun studying Science in the library. You may be losers, but at least to me, you're the universe's BEST tupperwares. If I'm lucky and I don't get an amnesia before I die, I won't forget you guys. Dan the loser gangster. Ronababe the loser jock and pupu. Badontee, the girl with the best name. Mikeybadaiky, I love your house. Pauline, you're gonna start to look like the book, Twilight in three days if you don't stop talking about it in your multiply. Kalie, you're so noisy, go to the bathroom and take a bath.
To Ria and Abby who I barely see, I'd like to express my deep gratitude to you two for not showing up. It makes my day. :) I hope you won't talk to each other for the rest of your lives because it makes the world quieter by two people. And that's a big thing.

Sr. Teresita Agana, SPC, thank you for the long, literally heart-warming and nerve-breaking speeches. As much as I hated the time you wasted in every single one of them, I still think I'll learn from you. You have to admit, you're a bit self-centered for a principal. I mean, changing exam schedules before the day of the exams itself TWICE and hoping the nobody would complain and taking more than 10 minutes of our time on a periodical exam and thinking that the teachers did not distribute the papers yet... you're not just self-centered. You're also a little bit gullible. I have this terrible feeling, though, that once I graduate college [if ever I would], I'm gonna be thanking you because you made my HS life infamously memorable that my college life might be a breeze. Keyword there being "might."

F-SD, my giftmates, my moderator, my chair... I finally figured out how the F I can edit the entry. Now, on the serious side, I'd like to thank you guys for teaching me how to be like this xD. I swear, I did not talk like this before I joined F-SD. You guys taught me how to be open-minded and vocal, and if it wasn't for that, I would been a kid who can't even stand up for her beliefs. Even though competitions suck the life outta me, and even though I freakin' suck at debating, at least I learned how to speak for myself. If there's anything that actually gave me something good for the school year two zero zero seven, two zero zero eight, that is F-SD. To Ate Paula, who's always there for The Coffeemates when the math equations are like hell. To Ate Sunny, who won against the Powerpuff girls in the SCT. To Ate Cheska, whose cousin is on American Idol. To Ate Mel, whose drawings I'm going to miss >.< [just the drawings, not her xDD]. To Ms. Dela Paz Ate AnnaQ, Ate Marga, Ate Mae, Ate Celine, Ate Alyanna, Ate Alex, Ate Mariel, Ate AnnaP, and Ate Whateverhernameisifeversheexists, thank you all sooo very much. :] Oh, and I almost forgot... Dammy, I know you aren't reading this so I'm going to thank you for making me libre.

Most of all, to everyone who became a part of my life in between June 13, 2007 and March 11, 2008, I'm not gonna miss you. I can't wait to lose more brain cells come June 9, 2008. What about you?

xDDD Joke lang. :] :l

I feel like posting an AI recap, since ex-Stripper got out and Jacuzzi did an awesome job and David my love was cute but horrible... but I have to... er, update. :]

Hunnie you're so sour, I hate you.

Napakahaba na pala ng naitype ko. Nagbabasa ka pa rin? xD

This week opened with the worst singer of the batch, Luke Menard, whose most embarrassing moment was being dressed up by his sister, who also took pictures of him in the tutu. Despite the fact that he said we'd never see it, the producers were too fishy and decided to raid his house to find his picture. Now, Luke Menard has a new most embarrassing moment, and that is the entire world seeing him dressed up as a ballerina. I admit, I laughed at poor Luke, but the moment he began singing Wake me Up, my smile turned upside down. This guy's definitely forgettable, like what Simon says. He's got no charisma. And most of all, he's like a Boy Ashley Tisdale with his high pitch vibrato. If it weren't for his looks, he won't even have gone this far. Josiah's way better than him!

Sorry, Lemming fans. Paula Abdul's just a girl.

You don't even have to listen to the judges' [particularly Simon] comments to know that he didn't do very well. It was... okay. Better than the past weeks... but still the worst of this week.

Next up is David Archuleta, who, as Ryan the unreliable one reveals, is short on bladder. Aww, Davey needs to potty! Too bad the producers don't give him a chance to deposit. His most embarrassing moment was losing his voice in Honduras on stage, in front of thousands. He sings "Another Day in Paradise" and begins his performance with a piano. David has an awfully great voice, and I might say that he had a couple of pitch problems if I ever heard the song, and if he didn't distract me so damn much with his smile :">. Going back, Randy says he had the pitch problems and that it was "nice". Paula said she loved that he had pitch problems. Hello? Ms. Abdul, are you forgetting that you're a judge?! Perhaps the producers told David to make this week fugly so he won't end be ala Melinda Dolittle [who I never really liked so much]. Simon says that he was too heavy and he has to lighten up a bit. I bet he's never heard the song before, so he didn't comment on the pitch problems as Randy and Paula said. Nevertheless, with David being the favorite of the judges and the crowd, he's same from being eliminated. Simon even predicted that he will end up in the top2.

After Ryan announces his number for the commercial break, David runs towards the C.R. May this serve as a lesson to you, Mr. Archuleta. May this serve as a valuable lesson to you.

Up next is Danny Noriega, slash the dude who's got attitude. Everyone who is sane and watches American Idol have figured out that he's not straight. The obnoxious and blunt boygirl with the F4 hairdo reveals that his most embarrassing moment is when he trips on a theatre in front of his crush... or something like that, and that it was TMTH. Thanks for the vocab, Dannyboy. David Cook the word nerd will thank you for this, too. So, going back, Danny sings Tainted Love. I personally thought that he copied the Pussycat Dolls version of that song a lot. Too bad he doesn't sound like Nicole. But then, who needs to sound like Nicole when you look like Jessica Alba?

Thanks ate PC fo' the spelling tick reminder. I changed all Mitis to Miting now :)

Since I'm a bored little child, I decided to start blogging.

Let's start, shall we?
So, as the title implies it, our SCT [the student council in our school] had their final campaign last... March 3, 2008 in the ever-convenient SPCP Tent. By the way, there are three parties fighting over the student body's hierarchy, namely, Gravity, Sikat and Matrix.

It all began with the principal declaring the parties ridiculous for giving away stuff so people would actually vote for them. Hilarious move, Sister. Haven't you heard that even the president of the Philippines distribute bribes properly? If you wanna win you gotta give away something. She said that the posters and flyers are enough. The Sikat party is overjoyed by this.

Sikat: The woman's right, other SCT candidates! Just what made you think clappy hands would work on overused high school students' brains?!

After the dramatic confiscation of bribes, the Center for Dramatics members taking the stage, promoting the parties which they aren't even going to vote... shame, shame. You'd see one wearing green [for Matrix] and later on shouting "GRAVITY! GRAVITY! GRAVITY!" like her arse was gonna fall off if she doesn't reach the bathroom in three seconds. Erm, so going back, they did a pretty good job and stupefying the audience for one second [but then again, aren't they stupefied enough with all the bribes and clappy hands?]. The audience literally roared when the freakin' Vote-For-Gravity-but-actually-Sikat-poser came out. And not just that, she even smirked in sync with the sound system!

With the stage clear and the clappy hands properly confiscated, it's time for happy little children to take over the stage. They were running freely, holding a huge pink balloon, which I felt a strong, bonding connection with [can this be love?], and everything pink. A tear almost rolled down my cheek when an eviiiiil little monster destroyed the fun fun fun! Bad evil little monster made the little children in high school uniform scared and sad that they can't play merry-go-round anymore, but most of all... she kicked the huge balloon! SHE KICKED IT! How dare she?! Thank God people who were trying to be the next Powerpuff Girls came! The world was saved! Yay!
But they said something about having a balanced diet. And there can only be 3 Powerpuff girls. They won't win my vote >:l.

Next up were people who wore shades. Nope, this time were was no happy little children, or huge balloon. That just means one thing: Matrix is in the house! With their signature color, green, they could pose as the next Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, then again, they were named Matrix, and they weren't turtle enough. So, there's this bunch of students who were ranting about how crappy the school is, which is actually true, and the people in shades said stuff that might actually help them! So Matrix is the third party, the new party, the party which nobody knows about... up until the huge tarps were set on the fourth floor of the high school annex 1 and the tent gate. You see, before the miti de avance, the people really didn't know what Matrix was, so I thought it was quite unfair. They should have changed the names of all parties to make it fair. For that disadvantage, Matrix got my vote.

And the last, the simplest, my party [last year]... the Sikat took over the stage.
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I seriously forgot what these guys did :l, except for the most adorable human-penguin crossbreed that did the penguin walk and penguin flap TWICE across the stage. If the human-penguin sight wasn't new to me, I would have lost my respect to the so-called "Best Spiker" of the Intrams 07-08. Good thing I don't seen human-penguins everyday. Rooms 1-6 of my batch and I think the Sophies are Sikat loyalists. Can't blame them. They spent very little on campaign, which I really love about Sikat. Practical. Thrifty. SPCP had brainwashed these kids. They don't get my vote, not until they grab another Mia Onglao. But I still love them. No, really.

Q&A up next. I badly wanted to ask, but the darn microphone was so far away from the front row, so I didn't. Going back, the Q&A pretty much decided the minds of the smart students' brains. You see, when it comes to answering the questions and speaking, Matrix definitely brings home the cookie. Then again, Sikat has De Guzman the Less and Daryl Lim. Daryl grabbed the votes of ALL Koreans after greeting them. No other runner did, I'm telling you. No one...
-in a Korean's perspective-
Daryl: sdlfkjsdl dslkjweoisf lwdkfjlsadkfjdlf Anyong!
Korean1: Whoa! Did she just say a Korean word?
Korean2: Yes, yes, she deeeed! -cries a tear-
Korean3: Let's vote for her!
I can quote her more, but I won't. So, going back, most questions were directed to Matrix, but instead of actually participating, I was more into the arrangement of the kids on stage. You see, on the left corner were the Powerpuff girls, amazingly in order, single profile, wearing their Blossom [with a G]-inspired capes, with smiles implying that they're not going to give me that huge balloon that was seriously meant to stay in my bedroom. In the middle... area to the right corner of the stage stood the Sikat and Matrix parties, messy as they can be. They were quite united. -cries a tear... well, not really-. As of that time, only De Guzman the Less, sissy of De Guzman the Great who did an awesome job dancing, had her guaranteed spot, and she's on Sikat, the party which after the Miting had the least impact on the audience.

Later that day, the P.A. was happy to announce that despite the efforts of Sikat and Matrix, Gravity dominated the SCT, but each party had their own representative. Oh, and WTH is political dynasty present in SCT? Isn't that illegal in the constitution of the Republic of the Philippines?!?
1st Yr Batch Rep - Samaniego Jr. [PPG]
2nd Yr Batch Rep - Daryl Lim [S]
3rd Yr Batch Rep - Samaniego Sr. [PPG]
4th Yr Batch Rep - Abi Inserto [PPG]
P.R.O. - Tara Chua [M]
Treasurer - De Guzman the Less [S]
Secretary - Millie de Luna [G]
Vice President - Sunny, I mean, Daniela Tan [M]
President - the leader of the Powerpuff girls, Nikki Turano [PPG]

...Does this mean we'd see Sunny, I mean, Daniela Tan wearing the highly-publicized Powerpuff Girls' costume in the next few months?

Don't be offended. This is how I blog. I don't want to freakin' insult you. Or do I?