The Soybean Factory

Schedule! Yeah!

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:03:17 GMT

Schedule for 2nd Semester
Time	Monday	Tuesday	Wednesday	Thursday	Friday	Saturday
8:30-9:00			Comm110			Comm140
9:00-11:00			Comm110		PE 2 SCL	Comm140
11:00-11:30			Comm110			Comm140
11:30-1:00			Socio 101		Socio101
1:00-2:30		CRes 165		Cres170
2:30-4:00		Cres 165	Socio 124	CRes 170	Socio 124

For CRES101-MYZ.

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 14:50:19 GMT

Here 'ya go, friends. In Powerpoint (http://www.sendspace.com/file/bb3njo) and in Word (http://www.sendspace.com/file/w8cxoj). The white space is actually a link. O_O My links have been invisible for as long as I can remember. Eheheh.

The green boys won it. I'm glad.

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:54:29 GMT

(Soccer fans get slain by car bombings in Iraq.)

Jesus, can't a football fan enjoy a nice game WITHOUT worrying he/she'd be blown to pieces? And to think it's Iraq's first time in reaching the Asian Cup finals. (They won it, by the way.) If I were a terrorist, I would've called it a holiday.

I'm taking it they're not football fans.

Would it do good to make converts out of these men? I'll gladly send them a whole picture stash of sexy women footballers. Or football moms. Or even male footballers. (See now, I'm willing to NOT be greedy, you bastards!) Whatever floats their boat. It'd certainly make up for a healthier obsession. BUT... you'll have to do away with the guns and knives, boys. The last thing we need in this sport are armed hooligans gunning the place down over disallowed goals and refereeing mistakes.

However, if you remain unmoved by Fabio's brows and the sex that is Metze, do remember this, terrorists: should you blow me up the day I finally get to watch a Germany or Liverpool game, I WILL HAUNT YOU UNTIL YOUR BALLS FALL OFF. Capiche?

Doooong...

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 10:17:01 GMT

UPDATE:

(Updated. Added interesting insights from Rebecca Blood.)

*sings* But maybe I'm a little bit weak, I let my frailty take the wheeeel...

I should stop because I have absolutely no fucking clue on what I'm talking about.

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 09:33:03 GMT

"From where I sit, the president is always as strong as she wants to be."

I guess that's going to make headlines tomorrow.

First thing I noticed: all her achievements and ongoing projects, they were credited to a few congressmen who requested or suggested the projects. Not to the Filipino people. Kind of telling, eh?

There was no mention of Charter Change nor HSA at all. Er, I think.

Littlejohn and friends can do this to you!

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 15:02:21 GMT

"Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls who do boys like they're girls
who do girls like they're boys always should be someone you really love." (Blur, "Girls and Boys")

Now that's my kind of guy. Girl. Gay. Fucking transsexual.

Nevermind.

ON THIS DAY, LAST YEAR:

I posted these:

THE FAMILY LACERTIDAE IS BEING PROPAGATED RIGHT BEFORE MY VERY EYES. HELP PLZ, OMG.

Then again, maybe not. Let us not rule out the possibility of gay. *stares*

Season 69 looks promising. Although no La Salle means *gasp* LESS BLOOD. I need my ~~angry gay orgy~~ angst. Can someone do something about it? I mean the ~~angry gay orgy~~ angst. Fic, pic, real life action, anything? PLEASE? Thank you.

(50% of my posts have gay innuendo? Pshaw. Give it a 60, man.)

Well, old perverted self, things have changed. DLSU is back in the running. So we're going to get our ~~angry gay orgy~~ angst fix after all, YAY! (The fic, pic, real life action, anything deal still stands. PLEASE? Thank you.)

Er, hormone-rousing tidbit. Right. That's about it, really.

Legal porn, Teretot! Fucking finally!

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:23:43 GMT

Happy 18th birthday, venastra. Here's to watching porn movies... leeeeegally. *cackles*

You'll shoot and burn the gay R-18 stuff for me, won't you? :'(

Are you feeling lucky?

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 09:39:26 GMT

Aaaah. The Chinese definitely know their stuff.

My earphones got busted. A friend of mine told me that the original thing costs about P1,500. The good, cheaper ones are about P250, I think. Piso Para Kay Chekay, anyone? :'(
I was late enough for Math class to be absent.
A trip in the Toki jeepney takes about 30 minutes. And how do I know this? Halfway through my journey to CMC I realized that something very important was missing.

OMFGNOES I LEFT MY SHINY GREEN FILECASE IN FCKNG MATH BLDG.

Losing some of my readings I could live with. But my ID, Library Card, and a small print-out of Maru I painstakingly laminated with Scotch tape? HELL FUCKING NO.

(aurinanithbole will testify to this account of idiocy.)
As I was about to start my 15-minute walk back to civilization, rain fell in a light pitter-patter. Not enough to piss you off (that would come later), but enough to make you wet. How convenient.
I was responsible for the bits of cheese powder on JP's shirt. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR.
And then, just when I thought it was finally over, I almost poked someone's eye out with my umbrella. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT TOO, I SWEAR.

Triple 7 Day was a shittier day, though. I must truly be an evil spawn of Satan. :O

Had me spurting Coke out of my nose, it did.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 12:55:12 GMT

"But Lockhart's disgusting cheeriness, his hints that he had always thought Hagrid was no good, his confidence that the whole business was now at an end, irritated Harry so much that he yearned to throw Gadding with Ghouls right in Lockhart's stupid face. Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight." (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, p. 270)

Harry, Harry, Harry, you naughty boy.

Lockhart's perversion is something else, though. Hagrid was no good? Gadding with Ghouls? Honestly, man. Are you that desperate?

Oh, and a happy SenRu day to all. May there be beer and buttlove aplenty.

...

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 16:07:51 GMT

...

translation of play

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 17:31:33 GMT

"They risk only chungo much of no importance, and that to grassement move grassement fully man and of the small companies, without stopping, of return in the sector lira, to be."

Does this come in different sizes?

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 16:27:37 GMT

(The male genitalia has other uses. See Penis Sheath Gourd.)

My first post for the year and I go about screwing with people's heads and boring you with useless, unwanted information.... unless, of course, if you're interested in musical wee-wees. Spamming is a way of life. Happy New Year.

Much love from green grass and holiday crickets.

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 16:50:38 GMT

I'm a day late, but a Merry Christmas to everyone anyway. *hands out bits of holiday cheer* I'm having the time of my life staring at the stars with a glass of ~~beer~~ Coke, yay. *grins* Hope everyone's having a merry time. Cheers.

Eleven pipers peeping...

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 19:25:36 GMT

Lookin' weird, LJ.

And, uh, a happy Christmas to everyone! :-D Go easy on the chestnuts and save tissue paper. (Or am I the only one who has this kind of problem? *facepalms*)

Xmas Stocking

leave a gift for dukki

get your stocking

Stolen from maia_caireen. :-D Cheers, Maia!

Heeeeeeeere coffeecoffeecoffee.

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:54:11 GMT

Mutate, soybeans, into beans of crispy, golden-brown perfection!

"ZOMFG WE HAV BEEN BEIGED111!111LOL :'( :'( :'("

Why can't I have a sexy Tengu? pout

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 17:27:40 GMT

I anxiously waited for the page to load.

The table appeared in slow, 38 kbps dramatic fashion. And foop, goes my Enlistment results.

I literally jumped for joy.

Unlucky dad just had to be in the same room, snoring peacefully and dead to the world. Well, that was all about to end.

Because then I started screaming, "I GOT ALL MY UNITS! I GOT ALL MY UNITS!"

SMACK. Pillow meets head. The scowl on his face made me grin all the more.

"Ano ba 'yan?"

"I got all my units. And on a good schedule!" I did my little victory jig, laughing gleefully.

He grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his ear. "What is that school doing to my child?" He muttered.

Why do people stare at me so much?

Tue, 24 Oct 2006 17:37:45 GMT

To: Trainer
Subj: schedule

Dear Victor,

Attached is your schedule for next week.

Thanks!

Sincerely,

Victor

To: Victor
Subj: Re: Subj: schedule

Boss Vic,

Please, go home. You're talking to yourself and it's scaring everyone. Thanks.

That was Victor without 2 days' worth of sleep.

Conclusion: Lack of sleep can cause dissociative identity disorder.

Me One: *stares at the mirror*
Me One: What the fuck is that?
Me Two: That, o stupid one, is called a pimple.
Me One: Oh.
Me One: Why the fuck is that?
Me Two: Blame it on the forces of cosmopolitan nature.
Me One: Okay.
Me One: ...
Me Two: ...
Me One: ZOMFG I HAVE A FUCKIN' ZIT.
Me Two: It's a herd of zits, actually.
Me One: You're not helping.
Me Two: No, I'm not. And I'm doing great at it, aren't I.
Me One: Yes.
Me Two: Yay, then.
Me One: ...
Me One: *mopes* I FEEL SO UGLY.
Me Two: Hate to break this to you, but you're ugly to begin with.
Me One: *mopes*
Me Two: There, there. At least you get to complete the image...
Me One: SUM1 PLZ KilL mE kTHX

Welcome to the motherland. :'(

What other way to state the obvious?

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 05:45:15 GMT

She scrolled through the humble beginnings of her term paper. The Sign grinned in amusement as she stared, lips askew in a crooked smile (a smile of a woman who, in a moment of truth, realizes that she is, indeed, fucked), at the following lines:

"In the text 'Rectify Errors and Rebuild the Party' Guerrero speaks of the National United Pront (NUP)..."

"Clearly," the Sign drawled, his neon lights bright against the afternoon shadows, "you're losing it."

"... a straightforward protest action became complicated by the brewing library between the radicals and the moderates."

...well.

I imagine this list will populate into the most comprehensive account of idiocy...

Why, these people should be sued!

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 16:04:08 GMT

BWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINESAJDNJSANFJSANDASCASKRFNEKNASKASFAKSJFENKASJDPWPAOJASKALakjwkejaansjkJAWNJELjsalolz.

Okay. I've done my therapy. Back to work.

This thing's been gibbering on stuff utterly unknown and alien to my realm.

What the hell is this about, thing. Talk to me. TALK TO ME. OR IT'S DEATH FOR EVERY IOTA OF MY BEING.

And yours. *glare o' doom!*

Well, now you know.

...I wonder what a spiked frapuccino cocktail would taste like. *ponders* And I can't help but smile stupidly when Diego gets airtime. Curse Schaaf for putting together such a pretty squad. (Not to mention brilliant hairstylists. WE SALUTE YOU FOR THE SHINY HAIR.) Why, It's New Shiny Boys vs Old Shiny Boys in the weekend fixtures! Yay.

And: "Your mother is so fat, that when she get angry, she get stuck! Thank you." LOL. :'(

Sigh. Must face evil paper monster now. ;_;

Dora the Explorer: WTF is that WTF?

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 19:48:56 GMT

Dora is not the best cure for migraine, because:

Dora would make you go WTF.

Boots would make you go WTF.

Swiper would make you go WTF.

And then they'd make you repeat "Snake Lake, Wall, Highest Hill" for five times in agonizingly slow diction. Like "Sn-a-a-a-ke La-a-a-ake". It's nuts, I tell you.

One of the more traumatic experiences of my life, this show. *shudders*

NB: "We... have... just... finished... saying... good... morn...ing."

"...but it's nighttime already!"

Muuuuurderer!

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 15:07:30 GMT

Hello, brain. You alive?

I'm in hell and I'm fuckin' fine. Thanks for asking.

'Kay. Just checking.

Wöun dyei fink?

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 16:49:13 GMT

Jyän bühyashö? :-D Na, niyht binnen wähy nühtr raw woüt ye listäff te maühn. Dyei kher yim öuhn toü föyr rähnchen weir te mäuhnen. Wij, öuhn röffische, diche mõyhr binne daeikyr täksh öuhn feischten lüdjig. Ine vhätchyn füyböl Internet köntinnen. Naaaa, täblyeu innen greupön. Wij, odür mäuhnen geint jör köntinnen pläus.

Büsche, innen reischen önd dreimigen. Ine eyle köntinnen soünhyer. Behyir doügen!

I live in Bouschwein. Ehhh... fäuhtmousche town in the 52423011203th belt of Way of Milk. Only know little English, eh. Idhyiochinnen our native dialect. Very nice to meet you, na! Very, very nice.

Dead toes and fingers.

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 05:32:38 GMT

Painful arms, legs, and a dying budget.

CM, let's do this more often! XD

Whoops.

Wed, 27 Sep 2006 11:39:13 GMT

I now have 4 absences in my Socio 10 class. Two more and it's a bloody five on my miserable class card.

But the cut was worth it, at least. :-D Give me hot, manly men in tights all over each other, and I'm sold. (Wasn't able to catch it on video, though. Nevermind. Such memories are forever. XD)

The weather was insane all day; I went home with half my pants soaking wet. My toes were white with cold by the time I got home. ;_; Ah, the dry warmth had never felt any better.

Dear flist,

What's your stand on student activism?

Much love,
Spammer.

*kicks self* Wargh, it's a serious question. All ideas are welcome. ;_; DANKE!

Dear brain cells.

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 14:48:40 GMT

Why've ya'll gone to heaven without me?

I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL. ;_;