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I need to increase my readership haha
- JFav

Monday, June 29, 2009


What in the world is going on??

Did I get Primeval'd or something?

Something weird is going on. It's so peculiar.

I'm sufficiently perplexed.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Downward Spiral of Death WE'VE HIT ROCK BOTTOM



I never learn.

I knew I'd screw it up eventually.

It's like a time-bomb, I just blew it all to hell.



Hahahahahahahahahahaha I'm laughing because of how insane I am.

That has to rank in the top 3 of the Stupidest-things-I've-ever-done list. Top 3 easy.




Ano ba.


So impulsive. Such an idiot.


On the way home, all I could say in the car was 'tanga.'


Right. That was fun while it lasted. If you're reading this. My bad. Sorry. If you don't ever wanna speak to me again, if you wanna give me a terrible nickname, it's okay. It's been done before. Even I understand. (I doubt you're going to read this.) Thank you for everything. I really thought...wait, won't finish that. But yeah. Story of my life. It's okay, I won't speak ill of you. You've gotten to know me these past few months. I'm not like that (I think). And this is my fault naman eh. So yeah. I don't have anything bad to say about you. I think you know that I could never do that to you. Haha. See ya around then.

YOU on the other hand, Mr. Jeri Favis, Mr. Crazy-Decisions-Make-Sense-Because-There's-An-Off-Chance-She-Might-Find-Them-Cute-Why-Don't-For-Once-In-Your-Life-NOT-Follow-Through-On-Them-Because-They're-Impulsive-And-Rash-And-History-Has-Shown-Us-And-You-That-These-Things-Never-Pan-Out-The-Way-You-Want-Them-To-WHY-ARE-YOU-SUCH-AN-IDIOT...WHY?

Why? I dunno. It felt...no, it didn't even. I forced it to feel right. Yeah. DAMN IT.

Damn it all to hell.

Downward Spiral of Death - (What's this now? *counts how many times this has happened*)...8 (and that's being generous na)

Jeri - 0

Nice. Haha.

Friday, June 26, 2009


Optimus Prime made the whole movie for me. Every scene he was in rocked. He was so heroic and bad ass and awesome and caring and...prime. Hehe. Loved it. Peter Cullen has to win something for his work on Prime. His voice really is the key to Prime.



Love it.

References to the cartoons/comics and new Transformers featured in the film:

Space Bridge - To casual moviegoers, they might say that this was a cheap plot device, but real fans know.

Jetfire being a 'Con before switching side over to the Autobots

Wheelie! My god. He actually made it into the movies before so many other Transformers! He beat out Hot Rod, Ultra Magnus, the Aerialbots, the Technobots, the Protectobots, Hound, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Blurr, Springer, Kup, Mirage, Cliffjumper, the Dinobots, Omega Supreme, Metroplex, Fortress Maximus...and those are only the Autobots I can remember right now! I haven't even mentioned the Decepticons! Geez Michael Bay.

SOUNDWAVE! Voiced by Frank Welker no less! Awesome. Loved that Frenzy and Lazerbeak(?) were his orbital drops. Soundwave ladies and gents. Need him for movie three.

Megatron beating on Starscream was priceless. They should include the more backstabbing aspects of Starscream's character in the third movie too.

Did anyone see the little microscope Decepticon? Perceptor perhaps? Haha! Though he was a 'Con in the movie, loved the fact that Bay recognized the fact that there was a microscope Transformer already in the lore.

DEVASTATOR. He went down like a punk and I didn't hear a "Constructicons, merge for the kill!" from Megs to introduce him...but hot damn. Now I know why Kup was so scared when he saw him in the animated movie.

Jolt didn't do shit. The hell?

Arcee was wasted. Damn it. She should've replaced the Twins as Sam and Bumblebee's back-up.

Sideswipe's intro was cool. Ironhide had a few lines and Ratchet was there, but still, they coulda used them more.

Oh and of course, THE MATRIX. Dear lord. They even had that little like, "heaven" thing (yes, that's really a part of Transformers lore). Bay shoulda played "The Touch" though. If he's saving it for movie three...well, one can hope.

So yeah. All in all, I loved this movie. Yes, there was little characterization for most of the Robots but hot damn, Optimus was so bad ass, he totally makes up for it. Thank you Peter Cullen.

Thursday, June 25, 2009


I messed up. Damn it I messed up.

I hate this. I hate this so much. It's such a terrible thing to feel. GAH.

Oh well. Ain't like this hasn't happened before.


If I were a transformer, I'd be a jet.

An F-35 Lightning II. Why? Because they're new and they look freakin' cool. AND it's a "stealth-capable military strike fighter, a multi-role aircraft that can perform close air support, tactical bombing and air defense missions."

Holy shit. Did you even read that? It's a stealth strike fighter. STEALTH STRIKE FIGHTER. Those are three words I do not want to see on any intel I have on my enemies.

(Good eye Amanda. Haha.)

And my name would be Hyperblast. And I'd be an Autobot. Lord knows the Autobots need...wait. Sky Lynx, Jetfire, the Aerialbots, some of the Technobots and Powerglide. Haha. Oh well! It's good to have a lot of options.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009




Friday, June 19, 2009

"Best friends. Friends forever."

This is just awesome. The Onion. I must search your archives for more of these things!

My fave part:

"Anyway, you would totally hate me as your girlfriend. I'd be all needy and dramatic and slowly growing to love you. If I was your girlfriend, I would never be able to tell you all about the other asshole guys I date and pretend I don't see how much it crushes you. Let's never lose that. That's what makes us us."


Great article. Good job.


Does anyone want to watch Zombieland with me? Haha.

Father Dacanay

Today, I went to school for nothing. Like. Absolutely nothing. My sched for Friday's is 1030-1230 only. Great right? My 1030 class was free cut. The teacher told us Wednesday pa lang. Yay right? But my 1130 class was free cut too. And we only found out kanina. Hay.

But! A great thing happened today. I was walking hurriedly to Sec B to get my Philo readings right? And I'm focused on it, not looking at anybody when I see a giant hand right in front of my face. It was Father Dacanay's! HAHA! He recognized me and went out of his way to say hi! OH MY GOD. Like, quite literally even, oh my GOD. Haha. (Since he is a priest. Haha.) So I talk to him real quick yeah? I go to Ate Alma and my copy isn't there yet. So I decide to go and find the good Father. And lo and behold, I found him pretty easily and started up a conversation with him about basketball. Good job Father. Haha.

If any of my underclassmen friends are reading this and have yet to take Th 131, TAKE FATHER DACANAY! Trust me ;)

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The Good Notes

Remember Me As a Time of Day - Explosions in the Sky

You know that scene in The Holiday when Jack Black was composing stuff for the old man's big night and he was sitting in front of his keyboard with Kate Winslet? And then he starts to play the melody he wrote for her?

"If you were a melody...I used only the good notes."

(This movie made me feel really happy. Haha.)

So why did I start off with Explosions in the Sky? Well, because, if you listen to the song (and yes, there are no words) and it doesn't make you feel hopeful, there's something wrong with you. Because Remember Me As a Time of Day is just a beautiful music-y thing to say to someone. Just like "If you were a melody..."

I'm on that kick now. Yes. :)

You're just the best part of my day.

(Yes, I think I'm talking to someone. Haha. XD)


I'm wondering about something.

It shouldn't bother me.

But it is.

It could be a clue.

It could be nothing.

It's bothering me. I don't want it to bother me.

What if what they're telling me is true?

That would supremely suck. It'd totally kill my all the good vibes I've gotten these first two days. The universe will find a way to rain on my parade. This would be the greatest trick karma could ever pull.

Yup. I think my hunch is right.

Same story.

Sunday, June 14, 2009


Yeah. It's over. Haha.

Thursday, June 11, 2009


I love my power posts. Haha. I love posting multiple entries at one time. Makes me feel all writer-y.

Should I try to become a writer? A script write to more specific? I have no training whatsoever in that field. Haha. All I have is an infinite amount of films and television programs and comicbooks inside my noggin. Does that make me qualified to write a script?

And well, how the hell do I become a script writer in the first place? I can't even write jokes! Ugh.

Down the toilet bowl with this idea then. Haha.

Self Props

<"I said..." Three..."I'm asking, do you wanna hang out sometime, like, maybe a movie or something?" Two..."Do you wanna go out with me?" Boom. That's it. No going back now. She's not saying anything. "Look, whatever you heard me say just now, your ears didn't hear wrong. I said what I said. Do you want to go out with me this weekend? And I'm asking, not as a friend, but as someone who...someone who wants to show you a good time. I'd like to take you out somewhere and not in the assassin-y way that 'take you out' could mean obviously, but like, in the having fun way. I'd like to try and make you smile, it's such a pretty smile you know. And lately, you've been so bummed and depressed and you, you've been doubting yourself for such a long time now and I've been telling you that you shouldn't and that the world, aside from cowards, also hates it when you're not happy because it's done so much and given you so much to be happy about!" She's just staring at me. "You're gorgeous and smart and cute and tall and you've got great hair, a great smile and everything on your face and body is great and you're intelligent and worldly and sporty and athletic and people love you! Yes, not so much those people who don't love you right now but whom you'd want to love you but like, everyone else, they'd kill for a chance to sit next to you or to say hi to you without you giving them a weird look, which you're giving me now, point is!" Deep breath before the plunge. "I'm asking you if you'd let me love you." Pause. Stare into her eyes. Hold it, don't lose it! Not Now! "Because I do. I loved you then, I love you now and I'm sure that ten years from now, I'm going to feel the same way." She's looking down. OH GOD! "So let me be that guy right now, for you. Your guy. That guy."

I'm Quantum-Leaping here, from right after I finished my mini-speech to after she spoke again. Because you wouldn't want to be bothered by what was going on in my head in those moments after. I don't know for how long she didn't speak. We just sat there, silent. The sounds of everyone passing by, their walking and talking and general noise-making, nothing. The world was on mute. And then as she looked up, I had this horrific flash, this vision of...she was not smiling. That she was saying a string of unintelligible words that began with, "Um, I don't know..." and each passing second was another punch to the gut. That I'd leave the table, my heart completely broken, failing at it once again.

But then that glimpse into my future was gone. And her head was up, like she was coming up for air out of the water. Her hair was partially hiding her face. But I could see enough. And she was smiling. And I smiled back. And she spoke. "It's about time.">

You know sometimes, I'm pretty awesome. Haha.

The Return

Ben Reilly.

For those of you not in the know, he was Spider-Man's clone. The Clone Saga may be arguably the most hated story to ever come out of the 90's (see, they made it seem like the clone was the Spider-Man fans had been reading about for the past 20 years or so (not sure)) but it gave us Ben. And many people LOVE Ben (including me).

First, he was the Scarlet Spider (there's a picture of him on the blog) then he officially became Spider-Man and he had that altered Spider-Man costume (my personal favorite) and I have that issue! But I lost it. Damn it. Anyway, Ben was a clone. But you know what he did? He stood up and acted like the real deal. He acted like a hero. He went out and became a hero. As far as I'm concerned, when you talk about Spider-Man, you gotta include Ben. Because Ben rocks.

And there's some buzz on the interwebz that he might just be making a comeback. WHICH WOULD BE AMAZING. That'd be awesome. Like, that's my childhood right there. I freakin' love Ben Reilly.


A Specific Thing

Why do I fall for the wrong girls?

Every fucking time, I fall for the wrong one. EVERY fucking time.

She's chinese. She's got a boyfriend. She's not good enough for you. She's out of your league.

I could go on. Every one of them, there was a big red flag, right from the start. I've tried trying to not like anyone. Guess what? I still end up falling for someone. Why? Because I am an idiot and I am insane. Certifiable. The higher the climb, the harder the climb, that's what I go for every single time. What I forget? That's a long fucking fall. And I've always fallen.

I'm ranting. I know. Bear with me, I haven't had one of these in a while. This does not come from a recent specific event. Nothing has triggered this. I just thought about it. And it hit me. That I, Justin Felipe Bernales Favis, am a fucking moron.

I don't pull out when I should. I push even harder. That's not going to change. I'll just end up crashing. Once upon a time, a friend of mine (and I think you're reading this my friend), posed the idea that I might like hurting myself. Not physically, but emotionally and psychologically. I've gone back and forth on that topic ever since. You know what? I think he was right.

I do it on purpose. I fall in love because I want to fail at love. Because the hurt, I think I like it.

There was something on Grey's Anatomy once, Meredith was doing her voice over at the end of the episode thing. And she said something like, and I'm paraphrasing here, "Why do we continue to hit ourselves with a hammer? Because it feels so good when we stop."

That's fucking insane! THAT'S INSANE! And I bought into that shit for a while. THAT IS SO STUPID. This is how I know I'm crazy. I bought into a realization that involved finding pleasure in the absence of pain. Like, I needed pain to give me a high. That's just wrong! I should be committed! It's so fucking retarded!

So the point is, and like right now, there is a point...the point is, I'm an idiot. And I needed to admit it.

I don't know what comes next.

Random Things

1. The first official promo for Lost's final season is up. It's just there to tease so I don't think it's worth linking. But that's not to say, I'm not excited for season 6. I so am. It's going to be epic. Kinda like how the first hour of Battlestar Galactica's season finale was but for 17 hours. Trust me.

2. I'd marry Julia Roberts in a heartbeat. Like, I just love her.

3. Failing #2, I'd go for the Barefoot Contessa next. I will be a happy man for the rest of my life. Screw Rachel Ray and Giada Delouahrncajcmnahf. The Barefoot Contessa is where it's at.

4. Guillermo Del Toro and Chuck Hogan's new book The Strain? Awesome. The book terrifies me, in a good way. I can't sleep anymore with the lights out. Last night? I went to sleep this morning. I had to wait til it was 5am and the sky was just getting bluer. Hell yeah. The last time vampires really freaked me out was a few weeks after watching 30 Days of Night and I was sitting in front of the computer and the power went out. At like twelve midnight, the power went out and it was pitch black and I was the only one awake. If you read the comics and/or saw the movie, you'll know why I grabbed a flashlight, shut the door and just lay in bed with my ipod on full blast. Going back to the book, that's how I'm feeling now. And the vampires haven't even begun to takeover yet. *shudders*

5. Fanboys! It's a story about Star Wars geeks (and they do bash Star Trek in it, grr) but it still makes me feel proud to be a geek. There's just something awesome about us you know? The way we get really worked up and passionate about something we love, it's poetic on a certain level.

Right. That's for all random things. My next post? Going to be a little bit more specific. Be back in a bit.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

I Don't Know

I have no idea what to do with my life. Haha.

Really, truly, I have no idea what to do. I would hate a desk job. It would be so monotonous and boring and not really playing to my strengths...What are my strengths anyhow? Do I even have strengths? Haha.

That right there is just terrible. Haha. Maybe I can still become a writer. Maybe a coach. Maybe a talk show host (my ultimate dream haha). And maybe I'm going to be dead tomorrow. Haha. That would make things so much easier haha!

(No I am not emo. I am just stating that a dead me does not have to look for a job. Haha.)

Whatever. If all else fails...I do not know. Hahahahaha.

Oh well.

Oh yeah, congrats to Roger. This is a big deal. Awesome. He deserves your respect and admiration. Haters can line-up now to get whupped in the butt.

And, more importantly (at least, to me haha), MARIANO RIVERA DID NOT BLOW THE SAVE. Thank god.

And that's all for now. One more week before school starts and we begin the final(!!!) year in Ateneo.

Can you believe it? 16 years baby! Here we go.

Friday, June 5, 2009


Is so very awesome. ;)

There's a lot of drama and excitement and...ROGER!

I have to admit, he played very well. Actually, they all did because hot damn, moving laterally is NOT easy. Hats off to all of them...but Roger kicked ass, oh yeah.


I also now know what "love" means. HAHAHAHA. (That sounds like something else hahaha.) And what it means to "break" someone. ;)

Thanks P ;)

I know where I'll be Sunday night. XD



We're warriors. That's just the way we live our lives. We fight battles every step of the way. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. The not-so obvious battles happen all the time. The battle with sleep. The battle with the ketchup bottle. The battle with the faulty internet connection. In the grand scheme of things, despite how insignificant they may be, they still affect us. The outcome, most of the time only ever so slightly is affected.

Then there are the literal, very real battles, the outcomes of which, greatly affect our lives. Sometimes we lose. Sometimes we win.

This article is not about winning. This article is about losing.

Because losing is hard. Losing sucks. Losing makes us feel sad. Losing allows doubt to creep into our minds. Losing helps deflate all of the good we feel for ourselves. Losing destroys what we've built, shakes our defenses and picks at our insecurities. Losing makes us lose faith in ourselves.

Grieve. Cry. Whine.

Then stop.

Take a deep breath. And fight again.

Losing sucks. Winning is better. So fight like you mean it and win.

Thursday, June 4, 2009


That'll learn ya.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


I am loving the fact that I am doing absolutely nothing. Because this is the last time I am going to be able to do nothing. Senior year, my last year in the college, in Ateneo, in school, is about to start.

Yeah, we're on that shit.

So right now, I'm just enjoying the fact that my biggest problems right now are becoming a better online sudoku player (I don't cheat, honest) and worrying about my brother and his semis.

(Well, no, there's another...thing but it really isn't a problem. Yet. Haha. *wink*)

Aaahhh, I'm listening to She Will Be Loved. The acoustic version. It's one of my top 2 songs (No.1 being I Want It That Way). It's cold, it's raining, my phone is not in need of a charge (MY GOD MY PHONE-CHARGER COMBO IS ON THE FRITZ. I have to wrap a baller strap around them to get it to charge properly. SUCH A HASSLE.), I've been re-reading my Animporhps books (love them XD) and I'm going to watch a movie later and probably get new comicbooks.

Yay my life. Haha.

(Expect an emo-post tonight hahaha)

Monday, June 1, 2009


I don't know how they did it. They killed off two main characters, arguably the top two main characters, sent away another and forced the replacements down our collective throats...and it still worked.

Primeval has 6 of my favorite TV characters EVER now:

Nick Cutter
Claudia Brown/Jenny Lewis
Connor Temple
Stephen Hart
Danny Quinn
Lester James

Hats off to Douglas Henshall, Lucy Brown, Andrew Lee-Potts, James Murray, Jason Flemyng and Ben Miller. Also to creators Adrian Hodges and Tim Haines. Awesome job guys. Let's go series 4!

Primeval is an example of great television. Well-crafted plots, great characters and exciting action. Also, the british accents are sexy. Haha. Awesome.

Also? This is like my 5th post this day. Hahahahaha. Awesome.

Oh yeah, 'Awesome' -- Patty style. Haha. Whaddup P :p


So many people are coming out of the wood work to bash LeBron, now, after he and the Cavs have just been eliminated from the playoffs.


You were all singing his praises just a few months ago, what gives?

C'mon let him feel bad and act immature. Let him be a jerk this one time. Wouldn't you feel the same way if you're heavily-favored, 66-win team, the team that helped you win an MVP award, just got eliminated rather easily (the games were close but c'mon, it was clear who had the better squad out there) from contention for the championship many people predicted you'd win?

And now, the guy throws a tantrum and you all bash him for it? Let him be.

Look, I'm not an apologist, I'm a realist. The guy is still arguably the best basketball player on the planet. But this is the first time he's ever acted up. He's never publicly thrown a teammate or coach under the bus. He's a nice guy I think, when all is said and done. Let him be human just this once.

The ULTIMATE Tear-Jerker

"There's someone I'm in love with, even though I can't be with her now, I'm still in love with her."

Kilig. Sobra.


What lies in the shadow of the statue??


Live together or die alone!

What's up freckles?



It's happening in the real world!

Air France Flight 447. Holy crap. LOST IS BASED ON REAL LIFE EVENTS!

(I sincerely hope that the people on board are all okay.)

(But if this is anyway like Lost, WOW. Haha.)

Andy Samberg

Andy Samberg is kinda awesome. Haha. He and I have the same humor I think. His is a little more raunchy I suppose.

But hot damn, I'd get him to host anything. Have him host the Oscar's next! PLEASE. Hugh Jackman was great during the last one but let's get somebody younger to host it. Make it fresh and relevant again. I mean, yes, there's a lot of history to the Academy Awards but history does not equate to 'old,' as in, "This show is only for old folks."

Whatever, Andy Samberg rules.