Cross-eyed monstrous

Eto na ang

ASTRO! *tenenen* ASTRO CIGARETTE! *tenenen-tetenten*

Napagisip-isip ko... wala akong panahong maging malungkot.

Pano ba yan, madalas akong malungkot... ede marami akong oras?

Next topic.


We did the English Orals last Tuesday. It would've been fine, if my groupmates PRACTICED(!) and didn't get stage fright. I wonder what it is about stages and huge spaces that choke the life out of people. I felt irritated at the end of it, but I didn't let it show; it was the best we could do with the little time they gave us. Still, I was left wondering if I should encourage my Dobby-like classmate's pseudo-corporeal mortification in repentance for her blunders-- I decided not to. She was doing a better (and more humane) job of it.

It's done; we bowed and scurried out of there as fast as we can. But I do appreciate their enthusiasm at the script. People can be a pleasant surprise, which is one of the things that make them wonderful.

Speaking of surprises-- I watched Philippine Idol last Sunday. Hm... I don't think it's baduy. For one thing, they bought the license, not produced some rip-off show; for another, their judges are VERY qualified. C'mon, Ryan Cayabyab? Pilita Corales? Francis M? I do know that they know what they're looking for and talking about. And they're very nice (um, sobrang nakakatakot lang si Mr. C). They do get those pained Oh-my-lord-not-another-one-please looks, but they're courteous when it comes to saying no (even if it's said bluntly). I'm excited to see how the turn of events will go.

Wednesday
I'm not sure why, but my eyes kept rearranging letters to form gibberish. I woke up with the whispers of "He has the right, as the first monarch of perverted eyes..." from my dreams. What the--?! Weeeeeird. And my mind was singing God-Shaped Hole [by Plumb] (c/o Ms Lisbo) like this:

There's a god-shaped asshole in all of us...

Hm. Interesting. Eto na ata ang Free Association na ginagamit ni Freud.
God-shaped asshole... I wonder how large that is.

We did some research for our IP in Lab. At last, our Library actually has some use! I found books that were exactly on the topic I was looking for. And all of them were piled on top of a shelf, as if waiting for me to sift through them. How wonderful. Maybe someone's also curious about the Cosmetic Uses of Philippine Herbs.

Homeroom: we did more personality tests. My results were... not what I expected. I scored a 9 on Investigative, the highest I had. Jobs under Investigative have something to do with MATH-- that cursed word! Yun pa, sa lahat ng pwede sakin. I scored an 8 on Artistic, Social and one other thing... The other two categories, I scored 4.
Except for 9, magkakapareho scores ko. So...

Bah. I have no mind of going into Investigative-- sa school pa lang, sakal na sakal na ko sa Geom at Chem. Planado ko na gagawin ko: I'll take up some course that's applicable to climbing the corporate ladder. Two years of experience here then I'll go to the States and work for a publishing company-- HarperCollins, Scholastic, whatever. I think I'll be as happy as a duckling, being in the publishing business. And I might even meet my favorite authors! Yayness! And then I'll go back to college and take up Literature or Education. It's selfish, I know, but can't I be worldly for once?

Sir Louie's Envi Ed class tells me I can't. We watched a documentary on Lafayette, and I have to tell you, every shocking thing it revealed stabbed me bit by bit on the inside. It's an outrage. It's the only time Howie Severino's words on the Samar caves ("Sana hindi to mahawakan ng mining") actually HIT me. Oh my God, the destruction of it all was... unspeakable. Grabe talaga. Parang gusto ko na rin maki-protesta sa mga tao dun. Nakakaiyak, nakakainis talaga. Para sa mga taong nagbabasa: NEVER SUPPORT MINING!!!!
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It's hypocrisy to emulate the actions which you protest loudly against.

Lead by example.

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Kelangan na ko mag-aral.