Okay, so this is the LAST time I will ever mention Beowulf in successive posts.

I was thinking about Mortal Kombat upon learning that Beowulf came from the same producer, and it suddenly struck me how similar Raiden's voice (the white haired dude) is to Beowulf's. I skittered off to look, and yes, it's the same actor. I think he's better off as Raiden.
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Kenning: to string together picturesque nouns as a fancy way of expressing plain words

examples in Misha-speak (as seen in her old article):
Cranial apex - head
Anal output - poo

I can't remember if I got those right. Will check tomorrow.

Grabe, ang galing ni Misha mag-English. (Parang hindi siya nanggaling sa Assumption. Haha, ansama. Magaling naman kami, hindi lang kami Ingglisera.) I heard her talking to Milcah while History was going on, and her diction was smooth and flawless. *is awed* Bale kung kay Nikky (Cancio), grammatically struggling ako, kay Misha ubos na English ko bago pa niya ko kausapin. Haha, ganyan ako pag binibigla ng English; di makapagsalita nang maayos. Kaya ayoko mag tryout ulit for Pub ever-- binibigla ka nila sa Ingles. *shiver*

Anyway.

I've got tons of stuff to study, lalo na yung proving na yan. I hate Geometry. It's all CONCEPTS and IMAGINATION; pano ba naman yan, mahina ako mag-imagine ng 3-d kung expressed in shapes. Algeb, formula lang, solb ka na.

Hay nako, Chem din, kelangan i-review. Ms. Hebron was teaching us solving in scientific notation a while ago (ba't ba nagkakapalit-palit?! Concepts sa Geom, computations sa Chem...). And we were already so deep into it, when suddenly she went "Wait, I've made a mistake." and proceeded to correct the VERY FIRST example, thereby destroying the foundations on which we built our knowledge of scientific notations. Chaotic confusion ensued. Frumple bugs! Lusaw na utak ko. About ten minutes before the bell, after putting up with our desperate whining ("Ms, hindi ko geeeeeets!!!!), she had a spark of genius and wrote down the CORRECT way on the board. Finally. Yun lang pala e. It was time wasted because she tried to explain it orally to our tattered minds. Sana sinulat niya kanina pa, para get na get na namin kanina pa.

Hay buhay.

Third year. Hectic. Sucks.

As for clubs, I feel like I have no appetite for any of them. Ethnic is okay, but I have no committment to clubs who have to practice during class hours and show up on days that you can skip. I just don't want to promise anything I won't be able to keep.

Tried Plaid a while ago, then Cartooning, again.

There's something similar and predictable about an anime fan. One, most likely they're proficient in English, and are bound to talk to each other in bubbly tones about their anime business. Two, they like writing, maybe fanfics, rpgs and the like. Three, they like to draw anime characters or their own, and the one who does the best likeness of an anime characters is most probably considered really good. Four, they like calling each other by Japanese nicknames. For Five... I shall leave it to you to fill it in.

Overall they're nice. And strange. And oddballs on the side. What the heck. They're nice-- let me leave it at that.

I wish there were other clubs. But there's nothing wrong with Cartooning; I mean, Ms Brigino is the moderator, and judging by her good managerial skillz, I think she'll give the club the support it needs. The new OH seems determined to make changes too, so plus for that. And I also reason that I'm fairly tolerant of animaniac fan girls. It's just that... being in an "art" club, and being an artiste yourself, is like putting yourself in a pressure cooker. There's an overcrowd of ideas, and if not managed properly, it will-- I don't know about the others-- definitely suffocate me. I think these kinds of clubs need lots of space between members, which will give them more leeway to demonstrate creativity, so that it won't be a working hazard. Unlike in PAMUlatan (acting club); it's sad that everbody's creative energy wasn't harnessed. They sort of strangled each other in the process of self-expression.

Haaay...

Only one thing made my day:

I PASSED THE EVENTS COM SCREENING!!!!

*dances on eggshells*

And I didn't lose my pen, as I had previously thought. Yay me! It was in my pencil case all along.
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Sic transit gloria mundi

"So passes the glory of the world."

Oo nga no

Mister George Lucas, someone has finally replaced you as the The Worst Scriptwriter I Have Ever Had The Good Fortune To Come Across.

With lines like these,

"Maybe it was your magic that brought me here..."
"I hope that magic brings you back..."
"All I ever wanted was you."

it is inevitable that Mr. Lucas' place goes to none other than (DUN DUN DUN!) The Guy Who Wrote The Script For Beowulf! ( I don't know his name, but not as if I want to anyway...)

I did a bit of poking around, and found that Beowulf was actually released back in 1999. Hm. I thought it was done back in the seventies or something. Considering that it was done during that year and not waaay before, I'd have to say it's really mediocre. Still, the fuzziness of EVERYTHING keeps you guessing, and therefore, watching; either that's accidental or the people behind this are actually smarter than they look.

Wikipedia says:

-The movie comes from the same producer as Mortal Kombat.

-Beowulf has an industrial techno soundtrack.

-The screenplay was written by Mark Leahy.

AHA. So, Mark Leahy, you are now The Worst Scriptwriter I Have Ever Had The Good Fortune To Come Across.


But.

Don't think the movie isn't good. Okay, so it's hellishly bad, but rent it out, grab some friends and you'll die either laughing, annoyed or possibly inspired enough to write the cattiest, most sarcastic review about this unepic epic.

Watch out for Grendel's mom (the blonde biker-babe-slash-stripper-slash-alien). We were freaked and scandalized by her; Who'd ever thought we were gonna see her having some orgasms with Hrothgar?


Some good news: another Beowulf movie is coming up next year. But the best part about it is

NEIL GAIMAN COWROTE THE SCRIPT.

And he's also an executive producer.

He had been mentioning it on his blog several times already; it was just a while ago that I made the connection, after Zarah said something about it at lunch.

Gaiman will not disappoint. I hope it will be really good.

Speaking of him, his daughter Holly had her birthday two days ago. SEE? Great people (or people related to great people) are born in June. Dan Brown celebrated his last June 22.
Hahaha, yabang. But I love June.
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Events Com screening went well. Although I was shaking so bad that I wanted to stop using my hand to further emphasize points, because it was flapping around and looked like it could hit someone.

Ang hirap maging third year.
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Ms. Jose: Someone left her book here yesterday. *raises history book for everone to see* It has no name. Any takers?

Student: Um, miss, sakin po yan. *sheepish grin*

Ms. Jose: How do you know it's yours?

Student: It has no name.

Geometry must die

I HATE GEOMETRY!!!

Was nearly reduced to whiny tears after trying to answer the rudely long Geometry assignment. Good God. The book doesn't speak English (neither does Sir Andie)! It's-- it's-- worse than algebraic numbers. I hate it. I HATE IT.

Geometry is NOT nurturing.

We watched this really really old film version of Beowulf.

And it was, I'm not at all sad to say, extremely BAD that it was good, in a weird sense, because all the lame things in the movie keeps you entertained, though it had no artistic or substatial value. I couldn't see Grendel properly though, nor any of the characters, because all of their faces kept getting blurred to oblivion.

Movie-Beowulf was gay and pathetic, with him trying to be mighty and macho with all his gadgetry. It reminded me of... Van Helsing. Could it have been his equipment and action moves, and poorly-struggling-to-achieve-that-modern-day feel? No, wait, Hugh Jackman is a zillion times cooler and manlier than that sorry excuse of a hero called Beowulf. Movie-Beowulf, that is. I imagined him as a fierce Viking warrior, with a bushy beard and all. Or maybe if not that, at least he'd exude some aura of the valiant man he is (like Aragorn, for example!) but noooo, he looks and sounds more like some vampire guy.

Wah, nood na lang tayo ng LOTR.

The fun part about watching that horribly old and crummy film was watching it with about 79 other people.

More dissecting this topic tomorrow, I suppose, unless I want to suffer under the glare of my sister's is-it-me-now? look, and I don't really want to...

Why you miscreant buttle-scut strumpet nut-hook!

Hehehe, this is really good.

Click here! Click here! Click here! Click here!

Expand thy horizons, my friends!

I wonder how these people had such energy (and a fine command of language) to create those exclamations. How wonderful! And energetic!! (Cheers to them!!!) Hahaha. I wish I could do that too.
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Currently re-mastering The Magical Art of Making TIME-- meaning that I'm procrastinating my dear duties while carefully calculating specific incremins of time needed to accomplish things tomorrow. (Woah, "carefully calculating specific incremins of time" is a mouthful. I haven't done this by accident before. Yay me.)

Quiz lang naman bukas sa Geom, Chem at Filipino. (Priority ung Fil, tapos Geom; huli ung Chem, kahit na first period namin un. Labo.) Saka Environmental Ed stuff.


Hay naku.

Sir Ruel got ticked off a while ago due to grave "acts of the highest discourtesy" done by my classmates. They were passing a circular while he was giving his usual after-Bible sermon. Kaya pinag-quiz kami, tapos sinermonan pa para mas madiin niya ung punto niya. Tinatanong niya "Vatican I has proclaimed that the Pope is infallible. Meaning that he cannot make mistakes. Do you agree or disagree?"
Class murmur.
E medyo malapit siya sakin, tapos ako "Disagreee..." (Oo naman disagree ako, for obvious reasons!!! Jus ginoo.) So narinig niya ako, and he goes "Cristina, agree or disagree?"
"I disagree sir..." and then I explained myself. And then that's when he said to the class, "The question is not whether he is infallible. The question is WHERE he is infallible. That is true in two respects: in matters of morality and faith. In other things, he is bound to make mistakes because that's not his specialty. But for faith and morality, he is incapable of error."

Krphtgzzzzzt... Tae. SABI KO NA NGA BA MAY CATCH YUNG TANONG NIYA E!!!! Ang hilig ni Sir sa ganun. Kala mo opinion lang, yun pala objective yung tanong. Nakakainis kasi ganun siya (like, SHEESH mehn), but I'm fine with being un-infallible. It's not something I'd mope and sulk over. Sabi nga diba, OWN WHAT YOU SAY. And I did own it, because I don't want to say things he WANTS to hear, but rather things that I want to say, because they're for myself and not for him and his infallible questions!!!
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Reading Inquirer online at the moment.

Argh, media, sana magpakatinoo na yung mga TV shows por Dios! I very much agree with Nestor Torre. Give us some quality, dammit! Nakakainis talaga.
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There is one thing I want in life, as a writer: the right to brandish my poetic license.

When will that happen, I wonder?
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So.

Nagpapaturo na raw si Bianca. Okay.

No way

I got this from Ja's LJ:

Remember Colin Creevey?

Take a look.

Currently doing homework. Aba. Sinisipag ako a. So far I'm done with Filipino and Algebra; English is up next, after I finish up taking notes on Jose Rizal's bio (quiz tomorrow).
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Artsy-fartsy doodle



What do you see?
Tried going for that scrapperboard look. Nanigas nga lang daliri ko.

And here's more of Sim-Drew Carey's thoughts (these appear when he arrives; I forgot to put them up with the previous screenshots):



And when he really likes it, he calls his agent and goes...


Monday ulit bukas. Ang biliiiis.

Sana lumabas na yung Pirates of the Caribbean 2.
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At happy birthday sa lahat ng June celebrators. I do think that people born in June turn out to be extraordinary people, in their own way. Well, based on my experience anyway. Most people I met, who were born this month have all astonished/amazed/awed me in one way or another.

Coincidentally, most of my godparents are having their birthday this month. Parang yung mga ninong ko. Pareho pa yung birthday nila (nung June 22).

Hehe, wala lang.

Solo sa PC

Di gumagana yung YM.

MAI GOODNESS.

Nakakabagot tuloy. Minsan-minsan lang mangyari na solo ko yung pc, pati kwarto, kasi nag-overnight si Bianca at Ate sa school, tapos walang YM.

Ayan. Nagneneopets nalang ako. Extreme case of boredom.

Ba't ba ganun, may mga taong sobrang busy pero bored parin? Pero ayaw nila magtrabaho? Parang ako... at ikaw... at sila... at ang mga kilala natin...

Sa totoo lang, isa lang ang araw sa weekend. Yun ang Friday. Kasi gagawa ka na ng assignment sa Saturday at Sunday-- dahil wala nang Study Period, wala na ring recess at lunch na maluwag ang cram time. (Pano ba yan, sanay ako gumawa ng Math assignment sa recess at lunch...) Yung malala pa dun, SOBRANG aga dumating ng teacher sa classroom. Tapos pag tumapat na yung oras sa bell-- lagot. Late ka na. Tapos papakuha ka ng late slip. Ewan ko, sino bang nag-isip na ilagay yung mga late slip sa admin?! Walang logic sa thought na yun! Anlayo-layo ng building, papalakad mo pa yung estudyante; knowing Assumptionistas, parang sinabi mo nang wag na silang bumalik hanggang sa end ng period-- mahilig kasi kami mag-gugol (Google? Haha) ng oras sa paglalakad sa kawalan. Ede ano yun, binigyan mo pa sila ng opportunity!!!

Sayang ang tuition namin sa teacher na nagpapakuha ng late slip!!!

Anyway. Dapat ilagay yung late slips sa CA's office para masaya ang lahat.


Mga trenta minutos na ang nagdaan, at hindi pa rin ako makapasok sa YM.

Mai goodness.


So... first week of formal classes.

Sa totoo lang, medyo nagulat ako. Parang intro pa lang sa lahat ng lessons, halos wala pa kong nasusulat, puro assignment na. Assignment kung saan hindi siya nakakatulong para maintindihan ko yung lesson. Parang yung sa History, pa-group work nang pa-group work, pero INTRO palang yung naabot niya!!! Wala pa kami sa kalingkingan ng kabuuang pagkakomplikado ng history book namin; puro "Fields that help with the study of history", "Different interpretations of history, like...". Ayun. Sa totoo lang, gusto ko ung subject kasi atat na ko intindihin ung mga nangyari sa Greeks at Romans; malaman kung sino ba si Bonaparte at ang Vienna Committee-- yung mga ganung klaseng topic. Yung nasa matino naming BOOK.

Pwede bang magself study na lang?

So yun. Ayoko sa pacing ng History lessons namin (and to think third meeting na[!]) at ayoko sa grammar ni Ms. Henson (pati si Arra nanggigigil, hahaha).

Hm, yung Chem din, unsatisfied ako sa pagtuturo ni Ms. Hebron. Ano bang pagkakaiba ng Theory, Fact at LAW?!? Pakiliwanagin mo. Lagyan mo na rin ng facial expression please. At kung magrecite naman kami nang tama, sabihin mo "Very good!" para medyo matuwa naman kami. Maayos siya magsalita, pero naguguluhan ako. So bale, yung theory, may be revised though it has withstood numerous validity tests? Tapos pag fact, it is widely accepted (meaning it may or may not have any scientific basis) BUT may change if disproven? So pareho silang pwede magbago? Argh, naguguluhan talaga ako, kaya nagkamali ako sa seatwork kanina.


Consolation ko lang si Sir Louie (kahit Environmental Ed, basta siya!) at si Ms. Manahan (kasiyahan ko sa pagiging section 1). Andyan din si Sir Andie, ang pinaka-bonjing na teacher na nakilala ko. Sobrang cheery (cheery coke?) niya kaya lagi ako natatawa, kasi kahit corny jokes niya, unpredictable siya kaya ok din ung hirit (madali lang madistract si Sir sa mga joke niya hahaha). Si Ms. Lala rin, okay. I might actually learn something from Filipino after nine years!!!

For the once-a-week subjects:

CAI: Sister Iris
THE: Ms. Brigino - I actually find her a good teacher, so I'm satisfied.
Int. Algebra: Ms. Imee - Ok din; much improvement since naging teacher ko siya nung grade 5.
Computer: Ms. Vikai - Ang tanong: will we ever escape her evil, low-grade-giving clutches?(!!!)
Health: Ms. Cruz - Ok din. Informative naman mga klase niya, kahit naboboringan ung iba.
LAB: Ms. Herrero - Haven't met her yet.
PE: Ms. Santos (1st quarter) - Finally! SOMEONE MORE COMPETENT THAN MS. AJ!
Music: Ms. Ettie - Same old excellence. Bow parin ako sa kanya.
AK: Ms. Herrero - Hmm... I don't like AK. I actually want to challenge the concept of AK (Alay Kapwa), and maybe, I dunno, abolish it or make it into something better... though now's not the time, because I don't want to sabotage my grades.

Hay. Again, I'm compromising my stance on my beliefs. Sabi ni Ms. Herrero "Own what you say." And I want to. I really really want to. Though... is the fuss really worth it?

I'm still a little sore from the "extreme" Pillates we did in PE yesterday.
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Dedma parin yung YM, so kwento pa ko...

On being in Section 1...

Hmm... they're nice people, really. I get along, I get to talk to my seatmates. But... I'm the new kid. I should know my place. So even if I'm pretty much comfortable with everyone, I'm still hindered by the fact that I'm partly an outsider, therefore I have no right to tell them what to do, for example, when we're in a group. I can't tell them to please concentrate on what we're doing. So I wait. And wait. And smile and be polite until time tears itself into pieces and we accomplish NOTHING that seems worthwhile to me. And I feel secretly irritated, frustrated, exasperated, dismayed every time. If this happened in my old section, I guess it would be okay for me, because I'm part of this social activity called CONVERSATION, and the delights of knowing inside jokes. Whereas being the new kid, I don't get why they seemed to find something hilarious. Their noise grates and bangs on my ears.

Of course. I'm new.
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Yahoo Messenger will open if, and only if, there is nothing wrong with their system.

Yahoo Messenger will not open if, and only if, there is SOMEthing wrong with their system.

I rest my case.

Just dandy

I'm sixteen today.

Mom and Dad got me a bouquet.

Yay.


I should stop accidentally rhyming things.

Okay.

Woke up still sleepy this morning from the late night cramming last night. No, I still haven't labeled my books, but I slugged them over to school anyway. I realize that Monday isn't a good day for a birthday. Especially when you have half a mind to tell people to go away, leave you alone to curl up in bed. My sisters and Dad and Mom kept piping up "Haaaappy birthday!", which was alright, though it felt a bit surreal, because this wasn't the way I imagined my sixteen-year-old birthday morning to be. Maybe because I was still groggy or whatever, but their greetings took a while to register properly, and me to nod and go "Yes, it's a wonderful day, isn't it?"-- those moments, I felt like I completely stepped out of myself and was watching them greet some other person.

People wished me a happy birthday in school, which was sweet of them. Maybe some of you are wondering why I never tell anyone; mostly it's because unexpected attention makes me want to shrivel up and hide under a rock due to embarrassment. Haha, sounds like my birthday is accidental. Plus I don't know how to thank people properly enough; I feel that mumbling thank you's to everyone seems quite lacking. Sorry for that. I end up looking pained, which isn't really the most grateful face I can put on.

We talked about Rizal in Filipino class-- on his birthday (although Ms. Esguerra never mentioned it). Did she forget, I wonder?

We had to make a Timeline of My Life in History class. Mine looked like this:

1990- June 19: I was born

And then several dates down...

2006- June 19: Currently writing a timeline of my whole existence for history class, while celebrating exactly sixteen years of being alive at this moment. (2:40 pm)

What a coincidence.

We had pizza for dinner. I still had to wash the dishes, but it was okay since it wasn't much. I'm getting things done my way anyway, so I figured that I might as well help around.

Father's Day

A happy father's day to all fathers and fathers-to-be.

A happy birthday to Jose Rizal, myself and Ina Salonga.
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Currently shuttling off from cutting labels, to sticking them on, to taking them off, doing a bit of research, and blogging.

I think the idea of formal classes this week took me entirely by surprise.

I haven't packed my school bag yet. I haven't labeled anything properly.

I've typed in my sched though, and I'm done with my English homework, but the progress with other things is dismally slow, and currently I'm getting too preoccupied to blog about my family frustrations and father's day. Remind me tomorrow.

Aaargh.

*fitz cackle burn out*
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I saw the NBA merchandise section a while ago in the Robinson's department store. I never knew that existed.

Had some happy fangirl moments. I want a cap!!! A Suns cap!!! And a nice fluffy towel, although I had to scrap that wish out later because I was uncomfortable with the idea of wiping myself on their logo and vice versa. Ew.
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This is a Johnny Depp article in Newsweek.

Parang... there's something in him that's similar to Neil Gaiman... I just can't place my finger on it. (Besides the fact that I love them both and etc etc...)
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Off to work.

Perk up! Perk up!

Okay, I'll make this quick, considering that I've posted two long updates one after the other. Maybe it's because I've no one to talk to these last four days.

Mood: I feel alive. Woaaah... That doesn't happen often.

Haha, ewan ko pero natutuwa ako basahin yung blog ni Sybil (uy, special mention). Baka dahil madalas siya mag-update, hehehe.

Her topic is partly about know-it-alls (by the way, ano yung link sa post mo? Parang... ok, di ko gets).

Ah, brings back the old paranoia. Here's one thing I've realized: once someone stabs you in the back because of some reason, it will haunt you forever and ever and ever and ever... (so you get the picture), even if you've made up and everything, cause the damage has already been done. Which is why I've vowed never to backstab anyone, as much as possible. I try. Really. Even if someone in class (or wherever) is the very essence of ANNOYANCE(!) and IRRITATION(!!) and-- and-- (!!!)

I've decided, that if my feelings do take their toll, I will tell them. And I will own what I say, for their sanity's sake and mine.

"I really don't like people [know-it-alls] like that. That's why I try so hard not to seem like one... If it means making myself seem a little stupider than I am, so be it (at a certain extent, of course)..."

The dynamics of the human social life is so unpredictable.

I get you Sybil. Maybe a little bruise to the ego is worth exchanging for peace, harmony and unity.
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I've just realized that the most often thing I've said these past few days is "I don't know."

I am BASIC: Being Anally Stupid In Class.
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I've inked my first drawing in such a long time. Cheers! Although it took me all evening to finish it. And I now have nail marks on my palm from gripping the ink pen too hard.

I do think that I'm scared of ruining my own drawing, because then it will be such a waste of time, ink and paper.

If you find a name for that kind of phobia, let me know.
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Pahabol: Parang nananakam ako ng Cello's Donuts and Dips (Hot Loops din pwede). Kasama na yun sa wishlist. *hint hint* ^_______^

Pahabol

"The true meaning of winning you see everywhere in sports all the time. I saw a case of it only last week. I thought the Phoenix Suns were finished after Kobe's Lakers pounded them in a game the Suns should have won and left them trailing 1-3. I thought then they would be so demoralized, so rueful, so dispirited, they would be blown off in the next game and dumped in the first round of the playoffs.

I thought, well, they had reached the end of the rope after defying expectations all season, losing their second-best player to injury and inheriting unheralded players to make up for it. But lo and behold, they bucked the odds, turning into a well-oiled machine with no small help from Steve Nash, the Sun whose shine rubs off on everybody, making them look brilliant, and running off near the top of the charts. (Nash by the way was the only NBA player to protest the US invasion of Iraq. A healthy mind in a healthy body? A healthy body in a healthy mind!) And lo and behold, they came back from 1-3 down to win game after game -- the sixth game conversely was one the Lakers should have won -- and rounded off the feat by drubbing their opponents in the deciding game last Saturday, the likes of which had rarely been seen before.

I don't know how the Phoenix Suns will fare against the Clippers in the second round, or indeed against San Antonio, if they should win. I don't much care. In my book, they've already won, and they're already champions. They've already shown what winning is all about. It isn't about overwhelming the opposition, it's about overcoming adversity. It isn't about being better than everybody else, it's about being better than you've ever been. It's, well, like being a phoenix, rising out of the ashes to soar more loftily into the skies."

Taken from Conrado de Quiros's article entitled "Character", published May 11, 2006.

De Quiros also likes Nash.

What can I say? Great minds think alike.


And another one, this one taken from his article called "Generations", published May 17, 2006.

"Of course, the choice the kids above have made, which is to embrace -- and in Erika's case, even die for -- a cause that history appears to have discredited, may seem to many of us to be more wasteful than heroic, more foolish than tragic. But if we look beyond the superficial aspects of the cause they embraced to the spark of idealism that underlay it, to the boundless capacity of youth to bristle at injustice and fight for what is good and decent, to the awesome power of youth to unleash a storm of energy to do what their presumed elders and betters have found every justification not to do, then we must seriously ask ourselves if we are not in some way guilty of their deaths by dereliction of duty.

We do not ask the questions, our kids will ask them for us. We do not live to make a better world for our kids, our kids will die to make one for us."

Sigh... THAT line-- it's what I've been wanting to say all this time.

Sigh...

Updating blog

My June 14 post (Wasn't able to upload it, so I saved it somewhere else.):

Ms (MRS!!!) Vikai's stilettos spawned quite a stir. It was black, pointy, with shiny metal studs and buckles all over it (WITCHING SHOES!!!). It looked like a sado-masochist's weapon. The bad thing about it was the fleshy exposure of her feet. I'm not sure if things like THAT are meant to be seen.

Oh well.
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I have a theory on Ms Jose.

Our unruliness in our Algebra classes last year made her realize that instilling VALUES of the ASSUMPTIONISTA in us is her true and higher calling. So she wanted to be in a position to do that-- by being the CA.

And I have to grudgingly admit, she seems to be effective. The "let's-all-line-up-outside-until-we-learn-silence-and-self-control-shall-we?" a while ago was carnage. We stood in the corridors for thirty minutes before we relented and finally shut up. Then we got to go inside the assembly area. An hour-long discourse followed on teacher appreciation, simplicity, Assumptionista values (heck, tell that to Gloria), and etc etc. I didn't catch most part, because I was already sleeping with my eyes open. When you have teachers like that, you master any art of fantasy escapism.

It was lunch time when she finished.

Good God, try imagining everything she said.
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Strange, but I suddenly feel adjusted to all changes. I've forgotten what the isolation in our old II-5 classroom feels like. Awwww...

Big changes make me sad.



June 16

I finally was able to play 100 Sim days. Yeah! (That was partly the reason why I stuck to one family, aside from making them the most powerful career people in the neighborhood.) I'm not sure if people know this, but if you reach 100 days, special Did-you-know? icons appear to give fun facts. Like the ones below.

Can you read it? (edit: Er, looking at my blog after publishing the post, I'm guessing that you can.) It's quite interesting. The last time I resized pictures (the Drew Carey ones), they were rather inscrutable, so I'm not touching these. Sorry for the inconvenience, I know. And they're like, 800x600...







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THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!! Now I can practice some inking skillz, because Iya(iya-yo) has just enlightened me on the delicacies of the pen and the paper. Hooray!
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To Melinda: click on the rightmost photo on the first row to get to the tagboard. Tag me if you drop by again. :D


"Dapat hindi nang-iiwan ang mga school bus. Cruelty to animals yun e." Hahahaha...

Thirteenth

Where is the moment when we need it the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue sky's faded to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carrying on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carrying on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carrying on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Sometimes the system goes on the blink and the whole thing it turns out
Wrong
You might not make it back and you know that you could be well oh that
Strong
Well I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You see what you like
And how does it feel, one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Guess how my day went.

I got transferred to Section 1-- two classrooms away from Section 3, the new home of Section 5. I don't know what hurts more, being cast as an outsider forever (somehow, I just don't see myself watching Saw III with them at their next class party), or fading away to nothing after all we've been through. No hi's, no bye's.

*sigh*

I had looked forward to being with them.

Section 1 isn't bad. But...

You know what I mean.

And I still can't believe I'm in Section 1. Ms Jose kept calling us that but it doesn't register with me.

I miss everything and everyone, though it might not be the same for them. Section 5 (3) is happy; they're still together. Of course I can't expect them to know how it feels to be on the other end of the line. It happened to me too last year. Tearing somebody from their old home destroys people; I should know, I've witnessed it last year in Rachel Halili. She didn't laugh as much. And to think that she's known for her wide toothy grin, deep dimples and corny jokes.

Let me bleed a little; I'll be fine.
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On the "plus" side (if that still exists), it's a new battleground altogether. The familiar playing field upped to the next level. Third year is all about grades.

I wish the lessons would start. Being Sir Ruel's roadkill is preferrable to pining (haha, pining *does Indian dance movement for "pining") for the old days. Ms Jose's thick stack of Standard Operating Procedures (discussed for three hours long and counting, with us yawning to death) is overkill. And she plans to continue it tomorrow. Whoopee.
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I'm worried.

Will somebody please postpone June 19 until I feel better?

[Edit: On a lighter note, nababalitaan kong puro panalo yung Dallas. YES!!! Sana ilampaso nila yung Heat. Go Nowitzki. Friend ka kasi ni Nash. Bawi na lang yung Phoenix next year, kung kelan may saysay na ulit manood ng NBA. ^____^]

Second on the First

We had pest control today, to check for termites and, er, pests. Had to get all the stuff out of the cupboards, from the kitchen to every room upstairs. Ate was whining all the way, which was irritating and very unhelpful, because we had to take out our clothes from the cabinet or else suffer wearing the smell. In the end, the house looked trashed. Literally. If I was a Sim, my room rating would be completely red, and the diamond thingamajig on my head would be teetering between crimson and maroon. Wasn't in the best of moods; I was dusty all over and rearranging our totally messed things was the last thing in my end-of-summer imaginings.
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I got my period today. BOO. Which means that I'll be having my second day tomorrow (obviously). The second day on the first day. What could be worse? Eight times out of ten, you're grumpier, frumpier, snarkier and stickier on the second day. Just my luck.

I think my period likes showing up on three instances. One, when there's a special occasion; two, when I'm staying over at a place that has no decent bathroom; and three, when I'm wearing white.

The First Day of School is instance number one.

As I said to Kuya Luis, "My period likes to spite me."
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I didn't know The Italian Job is a good movie. Action with a straight storyline-- I like it. No lovey-dovey frills, no obscenities, no foul language, no neurotic gadgetry, no unbelievable survival skills, no humorless spy wannabes, no unnecessary karate kicking, no futuristic government versus incredibly even more futuristic rebel group-- just intelligent, capable people who crack jokes from time to time to keep you from getting bored, while getting back the money that they stole (and then got stolen from them). Aaaah... what a breather. If I hear one more "Hindi ako ang tunay mong ama/ina/anak/asawa/lola/aso/pusa/tita/etc!", I will vomit.

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Sabi ni Bianca nung isang beses, "Ate, ano nga ung tawag sa statue dun sa UP na nakahubad? Obligation?"

Hehehehe.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!

And once again, I promise:

Panatang Makabayan, iniibig ko ang Pilipinas, aking lupang sinilangan, tahanan ng aking lahi. Kinukupkop ako at tinutulungang maging malakas, masipag at marangal. Dahil mahal ko ang Pilipinas, diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang; susundin ko ang tuntunin ng paaralan; tutuparin ko ang mga tungkulin ng isang mamamayang makabayan: naglilingkod, nag-aaral at nagdarasal nang buong katapatan. Iaaalay ko ang aking buhay, pangarap, pagsisikap sa bansang Pilipinas.

Point the finger where?

There's an odd thing between me and losing things. One minute, I'm sure they're there, the next, it just isn't. And I swear I haven't touched them or anything. I have lost my pens this way: I put them on the table, have a weekend, then find them gone on Monday. It sometimes rubbed off on my Treasurer duties (not the big incident, mind you). Let's say I'm flooded with people clamoring for change, putting money in one place, fighting the wind from scattering the papers and checking my list. Then the inevitable occurs. A bill gets blown off onto the floor. I put paperweights on everything before I go get it (which is only a split second in which I tear my attention off from the bill), then find that it isn't on the floor anymore, nor anywhere near, nor has anybody seen it fly away. It is, then it ISN'T.

It just... happens. I don't know how, or why.

I get that sick feeling in my stomach everytime. Now my Bio notebook isn't anywhere in the usual nooks. I remember wondering why it isn't with my other notebooks. Not that I need it; Ate could use it as a reference for her review (sans my pretty but unintelligible handwriting).

I know there are a lot of variables that come in during these incidents. Malay mo... I get these totally blacked out moments, or I moved my things, or I never put them there in the first place. Signs of aging? THIS YOUNG?! *sigh*

I have to get myself together.

Onga pala, if anybody still has their Kawil I, Integrated Science textbook, and the AP book (forgot what it's called) from 1st year, do tell me. I'm still trying to locate my old 1st year books for my sister because, guess what, I have the feeling they're lost(!!!) in some obscure part of the house. No surprises there. So... ayun. Sabihin niyo lang sakin.

Hello and goodbye

Came home sleepy after going out with Ja for the last time. I felt a sense of foreboding as 12 o'clock trickled into the morning-- Ja's last hours here. In the Philippines ha. Hindi sa earth.

I felt a bit sad. Who wouldn't? It was only after I began to drift off to sleep that it finally sank in, that Ja wouldn't be here with us anymore (in the Philippines). And I could only sigh about that.

Have a safe trip Ja. (Kahit na malamang nakalapag ka na sa Australia ngayon.) Wag ka magpakain sa shark.
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Malapit na yung school, and I don't know if I'm excited or not. My school-related nightmare rate is steadily going up so, oo, medyo. It's back to the familiar battleground for grades. May quiz daw sa Algebra on the first day, para tingnan kung inaral namin ung binigay na topics nung summer.

Gaaaah. AYOKO SA ALGEBRA JUS GINOO!

I want to get away from it as much as I can. The only relief I get from sucking in the concepts is the belief that I can throw it all out and not worry about it when summer comes.

Sana hindi si Ms Parinas yung magquiz. Kundi patay tayo diyan. Buti na lang di ko pa tinanggal Algeb LPs ko... That's it! Ayun na review ko! Woooh, back up; ok na ko pagdating ng Tuesday!
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3 Things I want to do before I get old ("old" varies from person to person):

1. Write a chain mail that will still circulate five years after the launch (like that fake Yahoo-is-closing-down notice. I never believed that thing, but just as it was widely forwarded then in my Grade 5/6 years, so it still is now).

2. Get famous.

3. Write a Wikipedia entry on myself. When I get famous.
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I'm done with one SSR page. I did Pride and Prejudice. The space given for the summary is too short; ang hirap gumawa ng tamang summary e. Pinapabasa ko kay Bianca ung sinulat ko, in case na weird na naman ung script ko. Maganda naman ung script ko e, hindi lang maintindihan. Hahaha.
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Hindi lang pala ako (at ni Bianca) ang nakakapansin na manyak lahat ng baggers (mga BAG boys, hahaha) sa Cherry Foodarama. Si Melinda rin pala. Pati si Mikki. At si Missy. Medyo napag-usapan namin ni Melinda. Oo, freaks silang lahat. FREAKS.

Sino pa kaya nakapansin? Kasi kung marami... ibig sabihin hindi na to normal. Pwede kaya magcomplain sa management? On what? Sexual harrassment? Hahaha, ganun na pala e no.

"Due to your male baggers' lecherous behavior, your female shoppers are now forced to wear clothing whose necklines don't go below their lower lip in order to keep eyes off them. Kindly sack all of your bag boys for you shoppers' safety, comfort and convenience. Thank you and have a nice day."

But seriously. It's REALLY disturbing.

So Ate Fay, my great cousin... What say you on the whispers of the law?

Five and Six

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

— V's introduction to Evey"

Oh good. I've been wanting to know what V said exactly to Evey during the early part of the film (V for Vendetta); I wasn't able to follow it entirely, but I thought it was brilliant alliteration.

Haaaay. V is so appealing (Angel agrees with me, haha). Must be the mask. I loved the happy mask. And the hair. It looked like it was rebonded a million times over, giving it that stiff wiggy look. But it helps the mask. I loved that mask; have I said that?

But.

He's played by Hugo Weaving. And I forgot who Weaving is until I looked him up.

Oh.

Now I keep seeing Elrond with his angry eyebrows and serious mouth bursting out of V and doing Matrix martial arts moves. Ayan. Sira na yung fantasy.
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It's four minutes into June 7 as of now, but I'll talk about June 6 anyway. Or 06.06.06, as some people like to call it.

I'm surprised it even made it to the news. Why do people like to believe these things? Ganun ba ka boring yung buhay? Much ado about nothing.
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Hindi ko pa nagagawa ung Summer Reading thing ko. Aaaargh.
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May isang konsolasyon lang pag si Ms Jose CA natin: na pwedeng siya rin ung Algeb teacher natin, meaning mas madaling tests, mas madali magpadadag ng points, mas madaling makapasa.

Pero.

Ba't sila nag-aassign ng teachers na parang hindi kayang i-handle batch namin? I think Ms Molave barely scraped by last school year in being our CA. Not as if they're incompetent, or we're too wild. We just don't stand around caring, which means that you can't compel us to do or not to certain things.

Ms Dana is still the best. There was something in her that always silenced us whenever she was... angry? No; stern, more like. And her disappointment whenever we let her down was cutting edge. But she was so fun, she understood us so much that we reciprocated the respect she gave us. There are few teachers I know who can claim that.

Somebody got her head bitten off and we're all paying for it

I don't know what Mrs. Arroyo is doing, but it's certainly not helping anyone.

*sigh*

I feel appalled at the horrible reminders of our state of education, more so on the actions the people in the authority have been doing.

No classroom shortages my foot. Who is she kidding?! Sure, classrooms don't make a student, but they do help a lot.

*sigh*

This is an outrage.



At naubusan na ko ng English.
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Magbasa na lang kayo ng editorial ng Inquirer. Da best.
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Hay naku, blog. Pano ba yan, hindi ako makasulat ng isang profound entry. Gusto ko sanang makipagdiscussion tungkol sa mga ganyan pero di ako marunong umintindi ng big words.

Tutula ako, pero next time na lang.

Oodge daw sabi ni Bianca

Haaaay, hindi pa ko inaantok.

Naalala ko lang, maganda bumili ng libro sa Mall of Asia. Meron silang Fully Booked, Powerbooks, Book Sale, Books for Less at National Bookstore. Wala lang. Kung sakaling mapiling-mapili kayo sa libro, na tipong antagal niyo bago pumili.
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Ang galing. Andami palang rock genres. Tumingin ako sa Wikipedia, kasi hindi ko parin maintindihan kung ano ba talaga yung pagkakaiba ng mga genre.
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Ok.

Wala na kong masulat.

Good thing I had rubber shoes on

And like everybody else who's jumped on the bandwagon, my sisters and I went off to see the Mall of Asia this afternoon with my cousins.

As it sailed into view, I was, frankly, a bit let down that this huge spawn of a monster mall did not equal my immagined span of 8 SM's put together. Once I stepped inside, however, there was an overwhelming feeling of immensity, though no profound realization of my-size-against-the-universe lit up in my head. Not really.

Stores were sprawled left, right, outside, inside, in the middle, wherever. Though this mall may be the Mall, it is still what it is, which is a fact that isn't enough to impress me regardless of size, lighting and air conditioning. But one thing's for sure: that whoever designed this was clever enough to maximize the space excellently.

We went around (warbled around, more like) and window shopped. At least my sisters and I did. I was really really surprised to see David suddenly walk out of Lacoste with new Lacoste shoes. And then check the time with his new Timex watch. And then Ate Kat bought a chocolate fountain machine, and this huge glass thingamajig that looks like a wine glass supersized ten times over. Splurgeee. And then before that they bought some doggie clothes for Truffles and Creamer (a new mini pinscher; why is everyone getting one these days?), which were really teddy bear dresses and sweaters from Bear Cuddler (which is a good idea, if you want to try it).

The three of us ate out at Max's; the others were still bloated at gagging level, due to the p1000+ per head international cuisine buffet they had at the Philippine Plaza Hotel (or is that the Philippine Westin-something?)

While browsing around in the HYPERmarket (oh, so now the new super is hyper, eh?), I saw Nikky Cancio, holding a milk carton and probably on her way to her cart. Yaaaay! (She's still the spittin image of Violet Parr in The Incredibles.) We talked around for a bit; why she wasn't able to go to the reunion (she was in the Mall of Asia at that time), what she's doing, what I'm doing, who I'm with, my summer, her summer, her Trumpets performance as the Scarecrow... Bunch of things. I'm so happy to see her, because meetings like these are a rarity.

Went home around nine o'clock. I think Manila (well, the more tourist-friendly side of it) isn't such a bad place. I feel rather sad that I don't have the time to look over some sites and know a bit of history( like the old buildings, the ones that still work, not those ready-for-demolition-haunted-buildings). Passing by the CCP, sabi ni Ate Kat "Uy, CCP. Cultural Center of the Philippines." Kuya Patrick: "Hinde. Center for Culinary Participation yan." Lol.

Dumaan din kami sa Bahay ni Kuya. Hahahaha. It was... SURREAL. (Kahit na walang tao dun, kasi malamang nasa Pangasinan pa sila or wherever.) Some cars were stopping by to look at the House, which had spotlights on it, as if it was a huge shrine to which people prayed for the favor of their chosen housemate.

I was a bit disturbed to realize that what I see on TV actually went on in that house. It's like... I-know-what-you've-been-doing-gasp! Seeing the windows, and knowing that silhouettes that were seen there were actually real people living inside that-- that dollhouse, and that other outsiders were trying so hard to peer in... Doesn't that give you shivers? Try to think of wraiths pressing their faces against your lives and controlling the dice.