"I can't feel my legs..."

After months and days of stressful preparation, the fair finally took off last Friday. While it was a bit different than previous fairs, it was better than I expected.

The glamor of the catching booth was... disappointing? You catch, they pay, which is all there is to it. No, wait, it wasn't disappointing. Handling it just wasn't as easy as we thought it would be. But thank God for my friends. Times are happier with them around.

I missed two of my Friday morning shifts. Oops. I had trouble finding a ride to school at around 8:00am. I ended up arriving there later than my shifts. (I'm so sorry!!!) But I still got to my 2-hour shift at the Entrance (10-12 pm) for FinCom, though I had to leave it for 30 minutes cause I did my last shift for our catching booth.

It was fun watching people play the game (when they didn't want to bail). A pair was needed for the game. One person has to guess the word flashed above her head, then the other one has to help that person guess the word by supplying the description and stuff. They have to get at least 3 correct ones within 60 seconds (it used to be 30), or else the bucket above their heads will be upturned on them for a "pleasant surprise".

When I wasn't doing anything particularly useful in the booth, I alternated in timing them, and putting pressure. Teehee. As in "Go, go, go, go, go, go!!! Fifteen seconds left!" Takutin ba raw. And it was obvious they were becoming flustered. My friends and I were laughing over some of the funniest instances that happened. (Hi to Ja, Za, Jenina and Pen.)

Pair #1: (both guys)
Word: elephant

Guy A: Um, tusks! Tusks! *does elephant trunk motion with arms*
Guy B: Ah, ah... ANTEATER!

Pair #2: (both girls)

Girl A: Nakikita mo sa party...
Girl B: Decoration?
Girl A: Hinde. Gusto ng mga bata, bilog, madaming kulay...
Girl B: Palayok?

Word: Balloons

Pair #3: (one guy, one girl)

Guy: Um... *does relaxing-on-couch action*
Girl: Swimming pool?

Word: Lounge


Hindi ko alam, pero siguro dahil tinatakot namin sila sa laman ng timba sa ulo nila kaya hindi sila makasagot nang matino...

The game was simple enough, and most people got it anyway. The stuff inside the buckets was just confetti. I don't know why they can't tell by all the confetti scattered on the floor. Wet things weren't allowed, so sabihin niyo man na corny kami, visual plans with those kinds of things can't be approved.

Rides were the usual: there was the caterpillar, the octopus (scramble), 2 inflatables and the ferris wheel. All in all, I think I rode about 3 or 4 times on the ferris wheel (mahangin e), and 2 times on the octopus. Inflatables are fun, but I didn't get to play on one. Baka sa Ateneo fair na lang ulit, kasi walang pila dun e. Haha.

I bought a Hotshots burger for lunch. There was a group of college kids to the side, but I didn't mind them much. When I did finally take a good look, they were teachers!!! Sina Sir Louie, Sir Mark, Sir Peter, Ms Twinkle, Ms Carrie... Tapos ang kulit nila! Ang gulo rin nila. Comment sila nang comment sa order ko. I was like "Sir!! Malulugi tong Hotshots kasi inaasar niyo lahat ng bibili dito." Basta. Ang gulo talaga nila, hahahaha. I saw Sir Peter and Ms Carrie riding the octopus a little later. Hahaha.

By the end of the day, I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I was limping to the front of the Multi. Tapos literal na bagsak na ko sa kama.

I missed two of my catching booth shifts the next morning. I also had another 2-hour shift at the Family Council (for FinCom) at the same time. At least air-con. I had to go off for another 30 minutes for another shift at the catching booth as catcher. That was just third of my five shifts that day. Then I went back after that shift for the remainder of the FinCom shift. Sabay-sabay e. Then I ended up taking in extra shifts at the C.booth, while waiting for my friends.

I had another FinCom shift at the Family Council from 7-9 pm. I missed part of the Variety Show, dammit!!! Kahit air-con pa yan, ayoko na!!! Hmphft.

I was the spittin' image of boredom.

I passed the time by tearing strips of masking tape then coloring it with a pen, then sticking it on my hand and taking it off, while alternately cursing the frickin huge grasshopper that got in and scared the living daylights out of me.

When I got back to the Variety Show, Ja was still hell bent on collecting picks from most of the bands. (She already has one from Kitchie Nadal and somebody from 6Cycle Mind, a bracelet from someone in Join the Club and a handshake from Radioactive Sago Project's vocalist.)

INGGIT AKO!!! I want to start a pick collection too! Hahaha, labo.

Oh well.

Back to stress. Shit on the people who (intentionally or unintentionally) ruined my IP. Grrr...

Waaah.

Hindi ko alam pero parang wala na ata akong pag-asang umasenso sa piano... O baka lang dahil antaas ng expectations ni Teacher?

We had this Boy-Girl forum thing a while ago.

Oooh.

Intriguing.


There were 3 Lasallians present and their counselor, plus Ky's dad, to answer questions. Things got pretty crazy when it got to the pick-up lines part. Everyone was like "Aaaaaayyyyyy." Sabay tawa sila. I can't really tell if it's helpful... ayos lang siguro.


Too tired to type some more. My piano teacher kicked my ass real bad...

15 hours since I started...

I sit still here and try to think,
All is silent, save for the clink
Of glass and glass shown on the tube;
Wine swirls, spills, becomes the Danube.
A news flash next: now what’s this?
Enlarged faces are hard to miss
Opp. let loose some icy shards
All aimed at a bunch of --retards?
Pardon the rhyming; duty calls:
Thoughts inside build up and fall.
Reminds me a lot of bubbling rootbeet
(though that thought is nowhere near
the real purpose of writing poems).
I now should be describing Romes
And Greeks; perhaps natural blubber:
Plants, animals, ducky-rubber
Ernie, Bert, Streets of Sesame,
Ali-Baba and the BUMblebee
(Haven’t heard that one, have you?
I haven’t either; was down with flu).
So disease aside, now I should
Really get going, though I would
Rather go slow at my own pace,
Then let good Snickett wipe the trace
Of unfortunate events before I
Was chased around Wilbur’s pig sty,
Caught in Charlotte’s Web, then rolled down
To Hobbiton, met Sauron’s frown,
Got booted out to great Bamarre
(Gondor is still fighting that war
as I sailed past from book to book:
Tolkien, open, Levine in the nook).
Then from Bamarre I landed in
The Belt-Maker and His Pretty Pin
Then pricked myself and went to sleep,
Got kissed by a frog and had to keep
Nabokov’s shadow of waxwing slain,
Five hundred lines down Memory Lane.
At the end of it all, Dream I met
(of Sandman fame), who then let
me have my heart’s desire —-wait...
wrong Endless, (am tired as of late).
It must have been Desire and
Brother Destiny with helping hand
Who stilled fire on icy brink-—
And found me here sitting still to think.

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Notes:

*Danube – isn’t that a river?
*Opp. – pronounced as is written (1 syllable)
*Bamarre: Taken from The Two Princesses of Bamarre, by Gail Carson Levine
*”Nabokov’s shadow…” – taken from the first line of Pale Fire: “I was the shadow of waxwing slain…”

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday

Ms. Mancilla was absent during English last Monday, so we were just asked to read Things Fall Apart. Mine was in the locker. Melinda offered to read to me from an Anne Rice book (when you’re at the back, you get the feeling that you can do anything). And she did. I was like “Aah! Stop!” But she went on anyway. Ironically, it was at that moment that I was answering a question on the 6th Commandment in my CLE book. Talk about timing.

I had to go to the dentist’s after school to get my cavities fixed. (Mom glared at me when she heard this. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. Like, hello?! When was the last time I went to the dentist? I always thought overall checkups were parental responsibility…)
The hated Dentist Drill of Doom was used on me several times, each of which I had to pinch myself to take my mind off it. Explains the nail marks all over my hand…

The process of pasta-ing, or whatever took a pretty long time, during which the saliva in my hanging open mouth began to reach an unbearable amount. I had an uncomfortable feeling that I could die on the spot by choking on my own spit. I don’t know which was worse, that or losing my poise.

I held out a little longer though, and my patience was due rewarded. The end result felt (and tasted) weird, but at least I was done with the thing.

But I’m still scared of doctors. Any and every kind.

We dissected a snail yesterday at lab. The paraffin wax tray smells worse than a morgue, what with all the dead things taken apart by it in over twenty years. I originally thought the dissecting wasn’t until next week, though we already got our snails, cause I asked Sir Mark and he told me we’d be studying osmosis. Imagine my shock to see him first thing in the morning with dissecting tools. The bad thing about it was, I already told Ja and some other people that. She didn’t bring her snail!!! (I left mine in the flowerbox near the classroom—whew.) Karma! Karma for the times she stood me up (due to miscommunication) during her experiments. But I didn’t want it to happen like that! I asked Sir Mark again “SIR! Kala ko sabi mo osmosis!” To which he said “Kala ko nga rin e.”

I felt like strangling him on the spot.

Luckily, Ja and Ky found a huge snail crawling around near the HS building. Buti na lang.

I couldn’t identify the snail parts because my groupmates had fun mashing it up. It looked worse than a scrambled egg, and far, far LESS recognizable. I couldn’t look, but I do think it was dead even before the dissecting got to it. It was pretty lethargic compared to the other snails, and I don’t doubt that it died from the trauma it got from getting poked by people.

Ja and I played an online math game later during CAI. HAHA! Moneyopolis is soooo fun! Nyak, Ja, we’re nerds! Hahaha! I could see everyone else doing boring polynomial factoring online. Well, you see, when you’re as addicted to the internet as Ja is, you don’t have trouble finding games on any math site, no matter how boring. Plus she’s buddies with the teacher. Which means that she could do what she wants most of the time. Teehee.

Aaah, the happiness of it all.

We went back again to the special school for children today. It’s still as scary as the first time. Ours was the most difficult group, even our evil frog of a teacher admitted that. They’re all in their twenties, I think, but speeeecial. We taught them (or only two of them) vowels. As usual, Benny was the only one who listened and cooperated. Richard, to my surprise, knew how to write the alphabet. He amazes me on that aspect, but we’re still VERY freaked out by him. He, er—let’s just say that he needs to practice the virtue of CHASTITY, even though he’s in that state. Look it up.

We got around to the subject of Sailormoon during Algeb. Ja was like “Ay oo, yung mga lesbiana!” Yun naman ang memories. The way she said it was so funny that both of us just literally cackled. Everybody looked around and were like “Ano ba namang tawa yan…” And then Sher began doing Sailormoon poses and shouting things like “Magic Lipstick! Ay, Laser Lipstick!” HAHA! Ja and I were doubled back in laughter. My sides were already painful from laughing. Ja was doing no better either. Haha.

I recorded some observations of the vinegar today. It’s been the fourth day since the dead yeast was filtered. I’m getting nervous about the paper, but I’ve resolved to do it as early as now, even if it’s until procedures only. Its taste reminds me of beer, but I can’t accurately tell, since I only put a drop on my tongue then spat it out afterwards.

Harry Potter ngayon. Swimming again tomorrow. Hassle. Tapos retreat from Friday to Sunday. *sigh*


"Pero hindi nga ba kasiraan ng ulo ang pag-ibig, ibang klase lamang?" -Baha, kwento ng Thai

All afternoon long

Time: 2:15 pm
Place: house
Action: listening to tape of Autumn Leaves
Mood: Inspired
Vision: Two lovers strolling down a park doing mushy whatnot with autumn leaves swirling around them.
Comments: Applicable.

Happiness: 80%

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Time: 4:30pm
Place: Ate Fay's house
Action: piano lessons - piece
Mood: Confident
Vision: Success

Happiness: 90%

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Time: a few minutes later
Place: same
Action: Waiting for comments

Teacher's comments: Um... we're going for the darker interpretation, remember? It's too happy.

Mood: Horrified
Vision: Failure

Happiness: 20% (remaining happiness accounts for better execution of technique, and the fact that my lesson nears its end)

Depression...

Boo.


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Later thoughts...

Mark Ruffalo REALLY reminds me of someone, which is why I like him. Good idea who, but am not telling.

Must do frickin Stat homework (gaaarh), plus article.

Impeachment na ba?

No, this isn't going to be about politics. It's going to be about feelings, going deep down, and grasping that problem by the neck...

HAHA, WHAT THE..?! Anyway, hindi dapat ganon yung intro. HAHAHAHA. But it is right in one thing. It isn't about politics. It's about the class issue. Isyu. Si... *bleep*

Kung may kaklase ko man na nagbabasa, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Kung hinde, alalahanin ninyo yung Algeb incident at synthetic division. Ok. Gets?

I can't pinpoint what's wrong. I can feel the resentment in the class... pero, sino bang mas may problema? Tayo o siya? Looking at both sides, without personal feelings in the way, I think both have a problem. But it falls on her responsibility, because a GOOD leader knows what makes her members tick. Ms. Sol said that a good leader never gives up.

From what I see, both points on being a leader are not met.

Even I'm feeling resentful. But I can't think of a solution. It would be good to have another open forum, instead of dodging the whole thing. Maybe that's it... I need to talk to other people, but I get the feeling the opinion is the same.

Grabe, this is really serious. It's getting on my nerves. (I'm too passive and indifferent to feel anything usually...)

So eto nga yung titulo. Tanggalin na nga ba?

School

Sembreak is done. I can't say I'm sad to see it go, since I never felt all that productive during that time. It kinda makes you feel less like a person and more of a pig. I certainly DON'T want to be a pig.

I wanna be a BUMblebee.

So everything back to normal again. Same old same old, though some of my classmates really did some funky stuff over the break. Melinda got her hair curled. It's just... weird. Most of the others, including me, got a haircut.

Seats were reshuffled. I got moved to the back, with Melinda at my right and Paola on my left. I'm looking forward to a lot of fun. I can't see the front, though, cause the person in front of me is kinda, well... massive? Replace that with any euphemism you like. But nothing big. I mean, the PROBLEM is nothing big.

The Plaid was also released yesterday. Finally! The weirdest thing happened when everyone got their copy. It became quiet. Because they were READING!!! And they were actually INTERESTED! Ang galing, haha!
The newspaper's cool, though the articles are too goody-goody and what not for my taste. But I love the layout. Kudos to Ja! I might submit an article, and then a sketch or two. It's odd that I've only submitted an article only ONCE, and that was when my sister forced me to.

For today, we had Swimming, second and third subject. I still did PE, even though I'm on my third day (of Christmas? Ayyy...). Horror of horrors, someone got my jazz pants! It's a good thing Ms. AJ had a sarong, which I wrapped around my waist. Parang galing akong beach, with the wet hair and all. It looked kinda cool, but of course I was worried about my jazz pants (actually, everyone else was worrying along with me, which I think was so nice of them). Jenina had a spare which she could lend to me. And when she handed it over... IT WAS MINE! Both of us were surprised. And then she checked her bag and brought out her REAL extra pants. Ah, so that's it. She took mine by mistake. As for myself, I don't really care as long as I got my stuff back nice and neat.

Finally finished Amistad in English. As usual, the class was exhibiting signs of ADD. I could only understand half of Anthony Hopkin's speech because of the noise. And when the Supreme Court was announcing the verdict... Gawd, that was when I lost it. "PLEASE, QUIET!!!" I must've sounded really mad, because ALL of them shut up at once. Cara was even like "Uy, Tina, sorry." And so I got to finish Amistad in PEACE.
There was still time left in the period.

So we watched Napoleon Dynamite.

Napoleon Dynamite is so drop-dead... STUPID. And not Forrest Gump-stupid. Not EVEN Spongebob Squarepants-stupid. It was... dorky, brain damaging-stupid. But it was funny, haha. Nakakairita lang. Kasi walang plot. He had a pet named Tina (-_-), which turned out to be a LLAMA. Tapos ambagal niya magsalita. Pero in furrness, magaling siya sumayaw. Haha, da moves! Haaay, basta. I could feel the Amistad virtues seeping away. I'm surprised Ja and I weren't brain dead by the end of it, hahaha.

Hehe, sarap minsan mageskwela. Syempre, nawawala yang opinyong yan pagdating ng CLE. Ayesa was scribbling down random Top 5 lists during lunch. I suggested she do the Top 5 Reasons Why We Shouldn't Have CLE list.

Half-day tomorrow. Woo~! I wish I could do something fun this weekend. Harry Potter approaches. I can't wait. *wiggles with happiness* ^___^

Another slow day

Nothing much happened today, except for the fact that I watched half the entire series of KareKano again. Oooh, nostalgia. It's still as crazy as ever, haha.

I went and watched the IISDC yesterday. I thought we were supposed to go to our Lola's place. I don't know what happened to that but it was scrapped, leaving my "schedule" free. Unexpected opportunity! I got to watch the second round: THBT (This house believes that) the government should accord copyright laws to indigenous people's art. Not exactly in that wording, but close enough. I went with Ate Charm and Patmig so I had to watch their round. Haha, parang pilit. Sa totoo lang, oo. They are NOT the kind of people I'd want to be with (I DON'T LIKE THEM!!!). I wanted to go watch Drea and Carol's match. So anyway, not much I could do about that, since Ate Mars commanded it. I didn't talk to them as we walked to the designated room. I can keep my silence for an unhumanly amount of time possible, under UNpleasant circumstances. This was one of them.

So I watched them prepare their arguments. It feels stupid being in the room, doing nothing. I wish I had brought a pen or what not. So after what seemed like an unbearably long time, it finally started. We were the opening government. Shitty opening government, if I may say so. And I'm being mild. Let me say this: I DO NOT TRUST THEM WITH MY SCHOOL'S HONOR! Asan na si Ate Camille R.?! RAWR!

The whole debate was all over the place. I watched through my fingers. I couldn't bear to look. Hats off to the Closing Government and Closing Opp. I attribute the BETTER half of the debate to them.

So, to sum their performance in one word: ANEMIC.


I'll leave that one to your imagination.

I also saw Quico there. A bit of confusion ensued as to what our relation exactly is. Quico had said the night before that we were related, in a way. That's true, except Ate Mars ASSUMED that we were cousins. Let me clear that. COUSINS BY AFFINITY. Not blood relations. On the FEW occasions that I do mention a debater cousin, I am referring to the OTHER, BLOOD-RELATED cousin. Yes, that's you Kuya.
It was just pretty weird. Carol was like, "Uy, pinsan mo o." I felt like screaming out of exasperation.

I suppose that's okay, though. Gwapo naman si Quico e. Mwahahahahaha!

Maita and I got to talk for a while. It's good to see her again. She was asking help for a script she needed to pass, which was set in China and involved a love triangle with the girl, the guy, and the guy's brother (which was to be the girl's husband). Okaaay. ETO NA NGA BA ANG EPEKTO NG TELENOBELA?! *is horrified* Maita looked apologetic. It wasn't written by her. Her groupmates did it, I think, then it fell on her to continue the story when it was becoming hopelessly cheesy. So now she wants Mei Li (the girl) and Yao (the guy-- what's with the names???) to have a one-night stand before Mei Li gets married to Fa (Yao's brother). And then she gets pregnant. But Fa is impotent. So...

Hm... Realistically speaking, that kind of behavior will not be tolerated by Mei Li's father and father-in-law. So most likely they're going to kill her or do something horrible as punishment. It's too depressing to kill the girl before the story develops any better. Haaay... They chose the wrong culture to manipulate, to begin with. More power to her if she can pull this one off gracefully.

I have to go "finish" some school matters. I'll hopefully be posting my Divisoria "adventure" soon, if I can get our pc to cooperate.

Happy Birthday to Ben!

The light at the end of the tunnel? That's a train coming...

I am a bum.


That sounds depressing. The truth, I suppose, for now.

I still put the alarm on 6:30am, which doesn't have much of a point since I defeat the only alarm clock who gets me conscious by turning it off. I dunno... I like mornings. The ones WITHOUT school.

So... I'm working off the energy by revising some old drawings I had courage enough to dig up from six feet under. No, just actually under my bed. I flipped through the first sketchbooks I ever had and found something I wanted to re-sketch. I had inked the new sketch two days ago, now I wanted to color it in. I had some trouble with the skin tone (I put my faith in the wrong shade of brown), and I just noticed the wrong angle for the right foot. Darn it. But it looks better than the original drawing anyway.
Bianca passed by and wanted to take a look, so I showed her the better version. But then she wanted to see the old one... and I knew it was ugly. I made her swear not to laugh or else I'd punch her.

Bianca: Oo na... hahahaha
Me: Hahahaha... teka
Bianca: Dali na... hahaha
Me: Ubusin mo muna tawa mo, haha
Bianca: *poker face* Game.
Me: *huge grin* HAHAHA!
Bianca: Ano ba! Hahaha...

You get the picture. It took a long time before we were sober enough to proceed with it. And when I finally showed it to her... Leche, tumawa. I chased her around the room with the eraser. She found sanctuary in the bathroom. Nobody won the push-the-door-open-keep-the-door-closed game, because we were dead even. She finally offered a truce of php2. I took the change and kept my peace. The end.

Candy: A Comparative Study

CANDY

matamis
pantawid-gutom
pampalipas-oras
mura
maikli ang shelf life

Candy: synonymous to Attractively-Wrapped Cavities for the Unsuspecting Kid



Candy MAG

matamis (read: perky it's-like-da-ba-with-matching-hand-flick-gesture-with-pinky-out lingo that teeny-bopper girls love)
pantawid-boredom
pampalipas-oras
mura (yung back issues)
mahaba ang shelf life

Candy Mag: synonymous to Poisonous "Self-Help" Print Media that Makes You Feel Worse About Yourself After the Glare of Super-skinny Glam and Fab Girls Dominating the Pages



*exhales*
Wooh. I've been wanting to write that for a loooong time now.

Today's candy count:
3 lollipops (galing sa Trick or Treat ni Batchi)
3 Hershey's chocolate nuggets (or whatever you call em)

Still craving for more.

You know what this means?



The Crimson Wave approaches.