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ALL OF YOU! SUPPORT ANTI-PIRACY! I MEAN IT!!!

Seething

One of the things I hate most: six commercials one after the other every after five minutes of the show you’re watching. And this is what THEY put up with! By THEY I mean my now-so-TV-oriented-family who gets mad whenever I change the channel during commercials! And what do THEY miss?! NOTHING! Just damned commercials!

Oh WHERE is the Voice of Reason?

HmphFT.


MTV featured Rivermaya in Sessions. Makes me feel a lot better.


I finally cleaned my closet. Lo and behold, the real look of my closet is… skeletal. Half of the half I took out belongs to my sisters. The other half of the half is UNWANTED. Still, closet cleaning is particularly serious work, because you have to consider every piece of clothing carefully. Like, for example, you hold up a shirt, think of who gave it to you, its usefulness and such, how many times you’ve worn it, and, for clothes that you’re just waiting for the right opportunity to wear, you sort of wonder exactly where in the foggy future will you get to wear it. Does it get a second chance? Or you can’t give it away because some relative gave it to you (even though the odds of wearing it are zero to none)? After contemplating all such above, you put it in a certain pile. And that’s how the rigorous process goes. By the time you get to the third bottom shelf, clothes taken out usually make a sizable pile. And that’s what you clean up AFTER you do your closet.

Ah, cleaning. It’s just a fancy word for putting things in another place.



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I’m so bored. I listened to the audio of my voice again on Bianca’s phone. It’s so… perky… and… embarrassing… It’s my December-24, bare-naked self talking and is so unbelievably NOT me. At least, not the one you usually know. Haha, I always sound high when I’m babbling on Bianca’s phone. And my voice sounds WEIRD. It doesn’t sound, nor look, like me. It’s so… konyo, though I don’t do taglish. Hahaha, I wish I could post it here, if not for the certainty that it WILL mortifyingly humiliate me.

Oh yeah, note to self: take out the stressball. I’m going to need it.

Penny for my thoughts?

I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but it seems that the Filipino Christmas season starts on the –ber months and ends on Christmas Day itself, when in actuality it starts on Christmas Day and ends on the Feast of the Three Kings… Things are a LOT quieter in the real Christmas season… makes you think that everyone else is asleep because of pre-Christmas revelry.

Appears rather backwards to me.

Just a thought.


Alright, so after the wishlists, I suppose I have to do my New Year’s resolution now. Haha, uso pa pala yun.

1. No more bigotry

I have to take away my prejudice, disdain and eliti—no, I think elitism gets to stay. Prejudice and disdain can go.

2. Keep my promises

I made two, I broke two, all on the same day. I promised myself that I wouldn’t wear Marc Abaya’s shirt. Damn, I tried it on and it is WEARABLE, I tell ya. Just a bit long though. (Nyak, saan na napunta yung paka-ilang ko?!) Maybe it’s because I realized that it’s MINE (mine, mine, mine!) and by doing so breaks the second promise I made. I swore I’d never be ridiculously childish to go “MINE, MINE, MINE”. Unfortunately, I caught myself thinking exactly that as I was drifting off to sleep.

Hay. Though the second resolution only applies to promises made AFTER New Year. Which means I get to break all my self-made promises only until Saturday.

Felix felicis

Today is a good day. A LUCKY one, even. Rather odd for something that started with a horrible dream about a humongous anaconda that ate up my grandma and a niece (though I have NO idea what niece and whose).

We went to Riverbanks to do some shopping, yet again.

We entered the mall, and lo and behold: the Shoe Gallery! Shoes! My gut told me to look around. And I did. I walked in, looked around, tried a pair, and VOILA! I bought a pair of shoes in less than thirty minutes. Amazing. Didn't know that was even remotely possible with fickleness that is me.

Still no progress in deciding on gifts. I saw a cute, small Ryu doll, only to find out the whole set costs p2500. And then I checked out some nail polish. This part was gross cause a saleslady suddenly came up beside me and proceeded to apply the tester lip shine on herself like it was hers. EWWW. Talk about hygiene, mehn. You can sorta tell she does that all the time. Remind me to never use testers.

Bianca bought perfume as a gift for her friends. I tried one scent; it was the smell of exotic bagoong. Intriguing. Culinary achievement, I suppose.

And oh yeah, Ate bought me a Meg mag just because they had a PAGE on Neil Gaiman. Not even a section, yet I wanted it that much! Ack, slap me if I become a fan girl. I would've happily ripped out the page and paid two cents for it or whatever.

So anyway, I did my obligatory worship bit first before reading. Looks like they're doing a writing contest at the moment, in cooperation with Fully Booked and Meg, with Mr. Gaiman, of course. The thought of it positively thrilled me to bits, only to realize that I CAN'T write something decent when it's supposed to be good. I end up hating anything I do out of pressure. So most probably I won't do this thing. Not good enough, not inspired enough. I haven't even been drawing anything lately.

*sigh*

Pagpupuyat

I won't say much about the vigil, except that it makes me feel a lot brighter about Christmas.

Grabe, sa sobrang ganda ng ambience ng multi, gusto mo na lang talaga magpaka-banal. Seryoso. The only downside to it was Sister Bernadette's voice. Gusto ko makatulog pag siya nagsasalita. I swear, it's the breathiest voice I've ever heard; she manages to insert an H in every single word. She speaks good English, it's just... AIRY. Soft and airy, like tendrils of smoke that make you cry, in this case, out of sleepiness.

The vigil was tolerable (nice, even); her voice was not.


I got presents too. I haven't opened anything yet, except for the book in the Powerbooks paper bag. Well, duh, obvious na so might as well. It was Coraline, by Neil Gaiman (it was on my wishlist). Yes!!! It may be a children's book, but the illustration still gives me the creeps. It's been two years since I've first read that. I can devour it as easily as I did that lunch hour I first came across it. Happy, happy, happy...

Aside from that, I do know that I got a stressball from Zarah. She told me. And the shape was pretty obvious, though from the way it was wrapped, I imagined it more as a decapitated doll's head.

I still haven't decided what to give to each of my friends. Haha, hug na lang para madali.

I didn't bring a mug, so I had to endure watching people happily drink their hot cup of Milo. The canteen was selling cups... AT p3 EACH! Outrageous overpricing little-- argh! And those weren't even styrofoam cups. Just PAPER. Why is it that they always take advantage of teenager irresponsibility by selling the needed stuff at atrociously high prices?! It made me mad enough to curb my appetite altogether.

I made myself a TALL glass of cold Milo when I got home. That was, of course, after I woke up (I only got to sleep for about 2 hours last night). I slept at 6:45 am upon getting home. I woke up at 3 pm.

And then I watched Windstruck with my siblings. You kinda get what boyfriend the girl was alluding to in My Sassy Girl, though the connection (if you really insist that it's a prequel) is a little bit off. Windstruck's ending wasn't exactly My Sassy Girl's opening, plus the girl's overall character traits aren't that consistent if you put the two movies together. Characters may be the same, but I do think that's as far as the link goes. So in the end, you have to conclude that Windstruck isn't really a prequel but a separate story altogether. And although it does shed light to the girl's background in Sassy Girl, the timeline can't be logically explained... Er, so get it?

I suppose I don't have to elaborate, since I've already concluded that they're separate stories.

Ok, I'll leave it at that.

Sale: 30% discount on migraines

Mom got mad at me yesterday for not spending my money on enough clothes. The purpose of the trip to the mall was to restock my closet. And I think I didn’t do that.

Well I can’t help it if I shop like a man!

I went to the mall with only one goal in mind: to buy myself an outfit for Christmas Eve. And I did. I bought a blouse, to pair up with a skirt at home. There. That’s it. And then I bought the LOTR: ROTK soundtrack. So all in all, I spent about p700 out of my p1500, and on just TWO things!!! Nyak, talk about being a wise buyer. That’s all I bought in the ungodly amount of time we spent in the mall.

Well the thing is, I’m kuripot at heart. I love my money, and I’d rather spend it on something I want to spend it on, whether it be a need or want. Clothes, at the moment, are a need (but they’re on the lower half of my priority list) and not a want. The soundtrack is a want.

Damn, between trying to explain my shopping philosophy and deciding whether to make a second trip to the mall, I suddenly realize that I’m not saving money this way. *sigh* Kaya hindi ako pwede sa Divisoria, cause I go for the, ehm, expensive classics. And now I can’t find a decent skirt ever since the whole boho look caught fire. Puro boho skirts and beads and tops and slippers!!! Eargh!

Mom wants me to spend my money. I want to do that WISELY. Between that and fickleness, I end up buying nothing. Leche. Explains the small pile of clothes I still consent to wearing. Well, not that few, but I’m just choosy. To the point where you’d actually want to hit me for just staring at my closet. I really should go buy stuff. I REALLY SHOULD.

That’s it, I’m going to the mall.

Again.

Dun dun dun.

Christmas party

Ang hirap mag-isip ng post title. Damn, this one's title is so... MUNDANE. Maybe I should do a format for my titles, or just put in random words I can think of. Like schmooby, sheep, snarky, wrick, lotus-shaped eyes, canticorum, jubilo, regi, magno, psalite...

So anyway, that's beside the whole point of this post. According to the title, it's about the Christmas party today, so that means it's about the club Christmas party. (Oooh, am I redundant or what?) So. Right. On with this thing.

The party was themed bohemian/gypsy (didn't get to dress up though). We had it in Cafe Bonne Sante, na nasa Eco Park lang. To sum it all up, I think it was pretty pleasant, with no forced games or presentations. The plan was to chat, and then eat, and eat, and eat, and ea-- no, give the presents, which I think worked pretty well. Simple yet brilliant.

Patmig sat with Carissa, Rica and I (the only 2nd yrs in the club), and began to generously dish out advice on BOYOLOGY. (riiiiiight...) I didn't listen much, mostly because I just didn't want to. Boyology my ass. Go ply your trade with another boyologist...

The food was simple: baked mac, brownies and iced tea. Ayun. Masaya na kami dun.

For the Kris Kringle, each one had to describe her "baby" (I have no idea why we use these terms) before giving the gift, and then it's that person's turn to give her gift and so on. Camille Ruivivar was my "mom", so to speak. I had that gut feeling it would be her (again, I was right on that one). She told me she'd give me my gift on Monday, as I hadn't made a wishlist since I didn't attend two consecutive club meetings. I really like Ate Cams. If given the chance, I bet we'd really get along well.

Carissa was supposed to receive something from me since I got her name. The fabric paint was still drying on the shirt I bought, so I'll be giving it to her on Monday.

Speaking of Monday, we rehearsed some vigil chants and songs in the morning for the Monday vigil. Hooray. *waves small broken flag unenthusiastically* I mean, it's okay, I suppose, as long as there won't be any nun droning in front.

I fell asleep during the "film showing" on Taize (Tay-zeh). Oooh, sounds exotic, I know. It turns out it's just about the Taize brotherhood, or something... I can't really explain what it is, since I dozed off in the middle of it. But it's not an anti-Christ thing. The only thing I'm sure of about it is that they unite people in vigils and stuff, regardless of race, color, religion, status, etc.

I must've been too exposed to boring activities today; I slept without guilt of impropriety. I woke up abruptly exactly when the film ended. And then Ms. Clarete said something about people who "really made it their purpose to sleep..." etc, etc. Well I'm SORRY. It's just that the film had "DREAMS WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS!" screaming all over it. It was just when I got out of the theatre that my classmate commented "Tina! Your row was so cute! All of you were sleeping!"

Oops.

So... medyo lang halatang-halata kami.

I've seen whole rows of students sleeping before. They look like dominos. And it's VERY OBVIOUS.

Lagot GMRC ko dito. Haaay...



Where did Rachel Ann Go?

Why is Jack Black?

Why is Redford White?

Where did Tom Cruise?

Why is Bianca King?

...

One more thing on my wishlist: any book by Gaiman OR Haruki Murakami. Tried and tested na magaling e. Sulit pag sila.

Back to blogging days

So here I am again. I haven’t been blogging properly; my last post was about a week ago. Still, I don’t feel like writing here everything that happened, even the important ones. Well to start last Saturday, we went to the La Salle Variety show thing. I would have enjoyed it better if I had friends along. I mean, I had no intention of going in the first place.

Here’s one thing I noticed about Filipinos and concerts: if it’s a not-so-known band, they absolutely DON’T move, even if they’re really good. Weird. Does that mean respect, disinterest, indifference or nothing at all? Hmmm…
That makes the Sigma concert (Rivermaya) the coolest and the most fun I’ve ever been to, cause all the people there were jumping like mad and screaming. But not in a dyolohgs way.

We got to meet Join the Club, and then spend thirty minutes with them and stuff because Ate Justine is a friend of theirs and blah blah blah… They were like “Sumali na ba kayo sa Yahoo groups namin? Join na kayo!” To which we nodded meekly. I don’t care much for their music—wait, that was harsh. To rephrase: I “joined the club”, not because of their music, but because they were really fun people to be with. I joined the group for THEM, gets?

I got my Orange and Lemons cd signed, except for the drummer. It was kinda hard telling them apart from all the people fawning over them, plus the staff and security hanging around. Good thing they were wearing their bubuyog shades.


Sunday: we went to our grandparents’ place for Lolo’s birthday, then to a Christmas party. My favorite protist was there, haha. The phylum of the unicellular plant-like protist that causes Red Tide: dinoflaggellates.

Monday-today: We’re all preparing for the Alay Kapwa for tomorrow. Saw protist online on Monday, got to talk to him yesterday. *grin* Heehee.

Be-cruel-to-frogs-in-the-name-of-Science day was postponed to next year—meaning that dissection will continue when we get back from the break. Damn, those toads are really… ugleh.

Favorite words from Sir Mark: “Okay, so when you pick up the toad, use your gloves. It has been SAID, not proven, that toads cause warts… but then again, we don’t want to prove that, do we?”


I checked out the ticket prices for the Dec. 16 Maksim concert yesterday. I saw Maksim’s picture. Omaigas. Damn… hotness. Yeah, I’ve seen him before, but all I remember is the rocker outfit, and then I see Rob Thomas in my mind’s eye for some odd reason (though that was before he went semikal). Ack! Maksim… someone buy me a cd of his. Okay, so I’m adding this to my wishlist:
-a cd of Maksim, Franz Ferdinand (they kinda grow on ya), The Click Five (gusto ko lang), Jason Mraz or Jack Johnson
-DVD/VCD ng Ever After (I’m a sucker for Cinderella), Peter Pan (movie)
****Para sa mga cd… ORIG dapat. Kung hinde, wag na. Ok lang.
-a cool shirt

And the very best gift you can give me:

-HUGS from the people I love

No specifications for the hug, as long as I can hug you as long as I want to. I’m running low on emotional stamina; it was sapped out during the past three/four weeks.

Funniest line I’ve heard this week: “Girls, kung may talent kayo, gamitin niyo! Kundi babawiin yan ni Lord!” – Ms. Molave.

Like, what are we?! Babies?!?

Hahahaha…

Tuwing umuulan

I'm too stressed out to actually type everything that's happened to me these past two weeks. I feel like I aged a lightyear. Ugh. Nah, maybe just a year.

One thing's for sure, I'm very thankful for Ate Fay's DSL connection: makes blogging a hell lot easier. At least I don't have to worry about that.

Things are looking up for the IP. (Joie is the most adorable 2nd grader EVER.) I just have to clear my mind; it's in such a muddle. But I'm happy, at least... er, I THINK I am.

For my wishlist:

- a stressball
-a metronome
-a new sketchbook
-tape recorder
- cd (kahit ano siguro)

*edit: teka, soundtrack na lang ng Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. just remembered how much I like it. (salamat kuya benji *_*v) OR Corpse Bride soundtrack...

I can't think of others at the moment. To generalize, I want something USEFUL this Christmas.

We decorated the house a while ago. Not exactly flooded with creative juices, but we got going. It looks a lot more festive.

We really need to update the decors though. Mom still has those 16-year old paper mache reindeer and what not. And those (rather ugly) gray angel heads. Ew, morbid. I never knew what she saw in those... Or maybe they were really white before? Hmmm...


I have one week to fill a bottle of Pondong Pinoy. And WHY, you ask? Well, it's because I got my teacher for the class Kris Kringle. My gut just KNEW it when I pulled that strip of paper out. *sigh* My friends have been suggesting all sorts of things: prayer books, bathroom kits, a gift certificate for singing lessons, a butt scrubber (what the hell?!)... I was considering giving her a personalized rag doll, para maiba. No, not a voodoo doll. But our Class Head asked Ms. Molave, and she said she wanted a full bottle of Pondong Pinoy. SAINTLY, that woman is! Zarah couldn't stop grinning at me when we all heard this. Woe is me, woe is me.