Entries for February, 2005
February 3rd, 2005
Merchant of Venice POSTED AT 04:12 AM It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. - Portia, The Merchant of Venice. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Shylock: So can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate and a certain loathing I bear Antonio, that I follow thus A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd? Bassanio: This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excuse the current of thy cruelty. Shylock: I am not bound to please thee with my answers. Bassanio: Do all men kill the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio: Every offence is not a hate at first. Shylock: What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? - The Merchant of Venice ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, it was a fun book, albeit too many homosexual references. Yeah. If you think of giving this book a shot, well... DON'T!!!!! I'm just kidding. The end was a real cop out though. Very big cop out. Feeling: sleepy Emancipate
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February 7th, 2005
Fair, Variety show and other crap like that . . . POSTED AT 04:51 AM Not much actually happened. I rode that Octopus thing thrice. And then it was pretty lame until much later on. Much later on, Jackie keeps saying that she's gonna show. but she doesn't. So I go line up (it's about three in the afternoon here) for the Variety show (which is at five, gate ten entrance). I see that there is already actually a line there and there were these kikay girls just babbling nonstop in front of me. God save me, the ditzes from hell are devouring me. Finally, after an EXTREMELY long wait, the line lengthens. Andrew appears out of nowhere and slip into my position, which is about five hundred people ahead of him. Then these two idiots can't believe that I'm Andrew's brother. Fucking assholes. My extreme annoyance is unquelled. Til now. Any fucking way... We get in and look around for seats, and we find them. Then two people (I shan't name who) went and argued with Andrew for seats, and he fought them away. At this point, Jackie, Ienne and Catherine have promised to come. And by the way, it annoyed me very much that Jackie just suddenly decides to go to the Variety Show after ALL of the convincing I tried on her. She was immovable when it was me, but when Ienne tries, at the drop of a hat, she goes. What is up with that? Whatever. I save seats for them, but when they get there, the make me go over to their seat, way back. So I go there and meet three other people, Shamina, Jessica and ... someone. Can't remember. And then as we sit down, chatting a bit, Christian's voice resounds out of nowhere and we heard a "That can't be my Auntie." Both Jackie and I turn around to see him right behind us, and I redo the intros. So Christian comes to sit with us, and Walter and Earvin appear. And we chat some more. Jackie goes to get Dippin Dots (Iced Cream, for those of you who need to get out more). And I follow suit. There are already a lot of bands playing, and, as expected, only a few are good. The sky dims upon us six, squabbling and desperately snapping pictures of each other. Ienne and Cath get pizza for us. Kind angels! And then Jackie gets up to see the Mr. Julia (ata)'s Teriyaki Boys and then we meet her cousin. Then we go back to our seats and squabble some more. After what seems like an eternity, Sugarfree comes out, singing some songs that I don't know. The last one was Hari ng Sablay, which skyrocketed them to fame, and I snag two pictures and a video. Then the Campus Idol thing goes on and Mark (Roxas), Nicky (Cheung), Ken (Tong), Christian, Walter, Earvin, Jackie, Ienne, Cath, Shamina, Jessica, the other girl that I still can't seem to remember the name of, and I go to Ash Creek, then to Madison Square (where we checked out some Apple Strudel store) and then back again without actually doing anything. Just as we approached Gate 10 of Xavier, we hear that Kitchie's there already. So I dash ahead ("I can't miss Kitchie!!!") and leave them all behind, turning around only once to see Jackie wrestling a crowd out of her way. I finally make it to the front and can't seem to get good pictures of Kitchie, but my videos were okay (they blurred Kitchie's form though). She sang Run, then Fire, then Same Ground with some friend of Jackie's (Eina, was it? Good thing she knew the lyrics), then said she was gonna leave. The crowd roared for Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin, and she gave in and sang it. Then when she finished, the crowd was still not satisfied, and I have to admit, neither was I, and she gave into one more song, Bulong. But then, she made a mistake with the song. Supposedly, it would go: Ikaw ba’y nalulungkot? Nababalot pa ng poot Maraming hinanakit sa mundo Di alam anong gagawin Kundi ubusin ang oras sa gin Akala mo’y iya’y may mararating Hoy kaibigan ko Pakinggan mo ang mga bulong sa ‘yo 'to’y di galing sa mundo Patungo sa pangakong paraiso Nasaan ang talino mo Diskarte kamo ng 'kano Aapakan ang lahat, kahit pa paa mo . . . Minsan ang kagitingan ay wala sa bigat ng pinapasan Kundi sa pagsuko’t pagharap ng kabiguan But with that last part, she sang: Nasaan ang talino mo Diskarte kamo ng 'kano Aapakan ang lahat, kahit pa paa mo . . . Di alam anong gagawin Kundi ubusin ang oras sa gin Akala mo’y iya’y may mararating . . . Yeah. And I heard her half-laugh during the "Kundi ubusin ang oras . . ." line. The instruments even faltered for half a beat. She covered well, made it look like she didn't err. After, she beat a hasty retreat. Then these three girls, Sarah Meier, Cindy Kurleto and Amanda Griffin, I think (not sure at all!), went onstage. Of course, the large crowd that I had to fight throw to video Kitchie had dissipated and I got second row view. The three girls kept cajoling us and betting on Bamboo members being present and everyone was booing them. Oh, but they did award Marvin Ong as Campus Idol, as he should be (Although Pastor came up a close second inmy judgment). The Bamboo band members came out and did a long, long, loooooong intro thing that I found extremely boring, and when they slammed down on very powerful notes, the lead came out and they rocked the entire gym. There was Mr. Clay, then a song that I didn't recognize, Masaya, I think, then another song, then These Days (played a bit too fast for my tastes), and then a veeeeeeeerrrrrryyyyyyy looooooooonng instrumental where he told everyone who was who. Strangely, he missed out on the guy in green doing the major guitaring. So finally, he starts singing and the entire gym is hap'nin with Noypi. And it really was a great Variety Show. Finally, they go offstage and I go to Jackie and Christian and the rest, who i know were at the bleachers cos Jackie texted me so. Just when I'm going, Evan texts me to ask if Kitchie played, and I said she did and that Bamboo had just finished too. I hit the bleachers, but Jackie and the rest are nowhere to be seen. Then, I twirl around, searching some more, when Jackie jumps out of nowhere and grabs my wrist, then drags me over to where the rest of them are. It's weird, costhen suddenly, everyone's gotta go. Well, the rest is just history. Suffice it to say that we all had a really great time. Reading: "Currently Reading" Listening to: Cher's It's In His Kiss (the Shoop Shoop song). Not gay, thanks. Watching: the monitor |
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February 12th, 2005
Yesterday . . . POSTED AT 06:44 AM Homeroom: Ms. Didulo tells us that we lost some of the extra prizes from the fair and somehow managed to insinuate and berate us for having stolen the prizes, when we're not even sure who got them. Computer: A Half-presentation. We just sort of showed whatever. Michael rubs his stomach. Mr. Lambus notes it and tells him he looked like an ex-convict, or hell, a real convict. Whatever. Math: Lesson, check homework, review, more homework. Soc. Sci.: Report, blither blather, quiz. Perfect! Whee! Recess. That's all i have to say about it. English: Mr. Bumatayo couldn't goooo . . . noooo . . . crappit. Uh, we did some paper thing about The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. This is totally unfair, by the way! First, we have to do the regulars' stinking Choral Reading for them, then we have to read their book to be able to do so, then we have to practice for it and spend a week WITH REGULAR!!!!!! AND!!!!! This thing we worked on yesterday, they got to bring it HOME!!!!!!!!!!!! So unfair... we had about fifteen minutes to do it... Filipino: I finally presented! Whee . . . my poem was called Idlip ("sandaling pagtulog") and when i had recited it out loud without err, everyone was all "Whoa . . ." and well, c'mon! We're required to memorize that! I just . . . memorized more than three paragraphs. And then I explained everything. And they asked me all these questions that Ms. Gorospe had already previously answered. That was weird. She'd say what the theme was, and then people would whisper to me, "Ano yung tema?". And it was just weird. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- And now, ala Jackie, "More on this later..." Reading: Wala. Listening to: Bulong by Kitchie Watching: This monitor screen! Windstruck... |
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February 16th, 2005
Perfection. Absolute Perfection. POSTED AT 07:55 AM HAH. So, why am I happy, you ask? Well, simple. It's because I found the song that I've been looking for for a year and a half. It's called Don't Even Start by Dan Mackenzie. Full Story: (Note: Nothing here is currently relevant. It's mosytly just the back story and you don't need to read it anymore. Not that you actually had to read the above text, but.. tama na nga! Basa!) It was that evening after school. Alex went to get this mass card thing cos his ex-repertory classmate died, and he was attending the wake. So he left the car and my driver and I were left in it. Then I flipped through the stations and landed on one playing this song. Instantly caught up with it, i listened and listened and... Just as it ends, Alex comes in and changes the station. Right before the host of the station announces the song and the artist. So I rush him to flip back, and when he does, it's the next song already. Crap. And I searched for it for a year and a half. And finally found it. Listening to it right now. (Aren't we all tired of Jerry Yan?) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Don’t Even Start by Dan Mackenzie If I had known back then what I wish I knew now Then I’d be way ahead of the game you think I’m playing If you’d been in my shoes when I was out of town You might be nervous but you’d probably be staying Because love won’t break your heart if you don’t let it Get up into your head it wouldn’t tear your faith apart But if you think you might regret it, don’t start Don’t even . . . I see an open door where you’ve put up a wall And I’ll be walking through to disarm you any second now If you come easily, I’ll handle you with care But if you struggle I’ll besiege you with temptation Love won’t heal your heart if you deny it Don’t knock until you try it We are all afraid to die But if you’re too scared of living don’t try, don’t even If you want out, I’m leaving . . . goodbye Don’t even . . . try I’ll put you in your place, just show me where it is I’ll carry you up high to the summit of contentment And you could read my mind if you were not so colorblind And I’ll be yours and you’ll be fine Just as long as we’re not thinking Because love won’t break your heart if you don’t let it Get up into your head It wouldn’t tear your faith apart So if you want just come and get it But if you think you might regret it, then we might as well forget it Don’t even start Reading: This. Listening to: DON'T EVEN START BY DAN MACKENZIE!!!!!!!!! AIYEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Watching: This. Feeling: satisfied |
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February 19th, 2005
Literary Summit POSTED AT 05:47 AM So screw all of you English Advanced people na nagdalawang-isip tungkol nito!!! You missed half of your life! And you can kiss all chances of getting better in prose at this age goodbye! HAH!!!!! Yes, I'm mean and bitter. I don't care. Read and be tortured! Yes... Arrive there, gate 1, at 7:07, and I see Alfonso Solano naging out with Aldo (Yes, Jackie, we all know.), who is playing the guitar. I soon arrive at the Media Ed. Center and JV Ong appears while Mr. Ang trots on down to the door. We squabble over chairs and tables, and are soon settled down. Mr. Ang teaches me what to do with the sign-up sheets he decides to force me to handle (Stallions member ka kasi eh!). I sit around while Alfonso and JV sign up and nab their copies of their articles, and enter the Media Ed. Center. I go in to put back the unused table and chair that Mr. Ang had asked me to bring out, and as soon as I do, I see Martin Vidanes there. Whahahaha. He signs up, he gets his copy, he enter the room. Then somehow, I end up signing up in front of Mr. Ang, who's kind of fussing over me, and get the sheets mixed up. So, with Carlo Chong's appearance, he relieves me of duty and takes over with Carlo. Ayun. Many chatty stuff later, we begin with the prayer. Then, Ms. Nopc Nopuente (I think) begins her talk on Poetry, and she gave some pretty good definitions of it. Yada yada yada . . . "Kuya" PB gives us his talk on the Elements of Poetry (and shittiness would force 2977 to send me an alert at the moment that he pauses. My ringing volume was 4/5, and it rang out, very loud. Shit!), and Mr. Guevarra (ata) gives us his talk on what he thinks bad and good poetry is. Then, Mr. Ang takes over for a single minute, and we soon leave, with sandwiches in hand and water cups in the other. We have a ten minute recess, then we go to our respective groupings in the ITC. I get the Chinese section, where there is still no one, and I read about the Fall of The House of Usher in the ITC's new collection. Then, I enter the room again and observe Ronald Sy and some other guy in a blue shirt(Enzo Mijares, I believe, but from the fourth floor, it was too far too tell) cleaning up the garden outside the patio. Haha. So, I turn around to see Rafael Silvestre and Stephen Tin walk in. And then, Mr. Ang walks in with Ms. Yot Henson--our panelist for the day. We drabble on about critique, and we finish about forty-five minutes to an hour ahead, and are soon on our way to just chatting. She shows us a coupl of books, Charleson Ong's A ---- tale of ----- (sorry, people, I can't remember the title), about Chinese-Filipinos in Society. So we talk some more, and are soon immersed in deep conversation. For some reason, now that I try to think about her, Ms. Henson's face always appears as Ms. Aragoncillo's... God save me. So we talk some more, and she brings out another book, the title of which I cannot remember, but it was a UP Jubilee Book thingy . . . i think . . . and on we go. Finally, she brings out Sandman, by Neil Gaiman (to end all further controversy, yes, it IS pronounced as Gay-man). So we talk some more, and we finally get down to going back to the place. Ms. Yot goes to the adjacent room to listen and make-sali (CONYO!!!!!!!!). Stephen makes a call, Rafael and I talk some more and we go down to the Media Ed. Center where we find Mr. Ang writing Thank You Letters to the panelists (there were . . . eight?) and signing them with a green pen. So anyway, we go back in after a while, the last words are said, we leave, and that's it. Pretty boring entry, actually. But the thing itself was great . . . and I forced myself to type this . . . I shall play Adventure Quest now . . . Yes, Jackie, I have heard all the jokes, and yes, am addicted to it. So meh. *dila* Listening to: Hari ng Sablay . . . ako ang hari ng sablay... ako ang hari... Feeling: rushed |
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February 22nd, 2005
Kapukian. POSTED AT 10:32 AM Uh, let's see. Boredom. I don't get math. I suck at it. Boredom. Soc. Sci. is too hard. Boredom. We're stuck wtih Precie. Boredom. I almost fell asleep in Filipino. What's the common denominator? So, anyway, I found out a little tidbit of info about Dominic Navarro. He was born on the twentieth (20th) of January. Yes, that day is cursed from this moment on. The day that HE was spawned . . . Ugh . . . Well, let's see, what else? Basketball is a cursed game. And ******* *********** is also a cursed name. Uh . . . more to come in the near future. Yes, Dominic haters, assemble! Listening to: I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend by Nina (fitting, eh?) Feeling: thoughtful |
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February 23rd, 2005
I Know I've Said This Before, But I'll Say It Again POSTED AT 07:25 AM ALL SMOKERS WHOSE BRAINS EVEN DIGEST THE IDEA OF CLICKING A LINK TO MY SITE, OR TYPING IT IN THE ADDRESS BAR MAY NOW EXIT THIS SITE URL. I WISH TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU IF YOU HAVE SMOKED WITHIN THE LAST YEAR. SMOKING WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU. SMOKE, AND I WILL HATE YOU. NO, I'M NOT JUST GONNA HATE YOU, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU FUCKING GET IT????? SMOKING IS A WORTHLESS FUCKING ACT THAT ONLY STUPID FUCKING MENTAL PATIENTS WITH RUPTURED NEURONIC TRANSMITTERS ENGAGE IN!!!!!!!!!!!! SINO BANG GAGO ANG MANINIGARILYO????? PARANG KUMAKAIN KA LANG NG DUMI, SIRA!!!!!!!! I DECLARE OPEN WAR AGAINST ALL SMOKERS. Haaaaaaayyy. Now that that's off my chest, i can continue with my life. Adventure Quest, Homework, boredom. It shall all soon be gone . . . Listening to: Nina's I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend Feeling: bitchy |
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February 24th, 2005
AAIIIIGH!!!!!!!!! FREEEEEEE . . . (read on) POSTED AT 11:37 AM YESSSS . . . Okay, so basically, here's what happened: The day started off with English, where not much happened except for a practice for the Choral Reading, and i started randomly shooting arrows from the set that Hamilton Balonan brought. So yadda, yadda. Math... more crap. Health, we finish our last topic, then have you check-up quiz, which was so hard, but WASN'T EVEN GRADED ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO, recess hits, and I am, for the third straight day, unable to eat! Why? Because I had to run around and set up the stage for our Eco-Show, because SOMEBODY (Clue: The first two letters of her last name are "F" and "A") had the magic fingers that got our group picked FIRST! But then again, that was a blessing, cos we got to set up stuff early, even when we weren't supposed to (a little clause we found out about much, much later). So I run about, and run some more, while my other friend putter around, and as the curtains draw open with my friends' experimentation, who should i see walking up the aisle i'm staring straight at . . . other than the bane of my existence. Yes, Dominic Navarro has to make a damn appearance in my most stressed moments. He's just walking there . . . existing. It's so goddamn annoying!!!!!!!!! ANYWAYZEE. Just as I take in the initial shock of his presence (It's f***ing recess!!! Why is he here???), the curtains draw to a close. Noticeably, also, if I may add, just when he looks at me. The curtain people could not have better timing. So, we putter on, and I make the opening speech after the prayer led by Evan. "Good morning. The members of our class, High One B, are here to present to you our Eco-Show regarding Air Pollution. Hope you enjoy the show." And it begins. Not even two minutes into the show, and I'm already sweating. Joy. So we drift on, and after an excruciating ten minutes, we finally end, and the curtains close. Of course, there had to be one big surprise for the actors as well, and Aldrick, or someone, blew the party-popper straight in our faces as Impose Inc., (if you read the script I posted before, you'd know what the hell I'm talking about) "explodes". And Michael slipped. Yep. He slipped. Face down on the ground. And I had to run and help him up as I "fell" to the ground from the "blast". So we drone on, and I make the ending speech to clear out what our rendition of an Eco-Show was supposed to say to the audience. Yeah. So we dash off stage and walk past the crowd, basking in the glow of our great victory, and having people cheer us on. YAY. Now where's that "rolling eyes" emoticon? And that's basically it. Neell couldn't stop commenting on how Leigh suddenly becoming a bad guy (Michael: "Tssh . . . Government officials . . . you're all alike! Scum of the Earth!")The next group, Advanced, were extremely coordinated. The others, A, C and D went waaaaay over time. For A, it was just . . . their bunny friend died. And . . .? (Raphy, do not kill me.) C was just . . . we couldn't hear them. And i believe it focused too much on betrayal and absolute distrust rather than the environment. But it might've had a great plot, if we heard them. D . . . word. The lack of props are palpable. And according to my friend, it's just "One minute perform, curtains, two minutes prepare" And I agree. So there we go! And . . . we all had a blast. Hope we win. But apparently, we couldn't be heard either . . . hehehe . . . Oh wellzee. Listening to: Anywhere . . . Kristine . . . That's all i ask of you . . . |
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February 25th, 2005
I Am Extraordinary POSTED AT 01:33 PM ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You think that I go home at night Take off my clothes, turn out the lights But I burn letters that I write To you, to make you love me Yeah, I drive naked through the park And run the stop sign in the dark Stand in the street, yell out my heart To make, to make you love me I am extraordinary If you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho You may not believe in me But I believe in you So I still take the trash out Does that make me too normal for you? So dig a little deeper cause You still don't get it yet See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix And I'll make, I'll make you love me I am extraordinary If you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess See me jump through hoops for you You stand there watching me performing What exactly do you do? Have you ever thought it's you that's boring? Who the hell are you? I am extraordinary If you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary I am just your ordinary Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Average every day sane psycho Supergoddess Average every day sane psycho Average every day sane psycho ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So if you think you know who you are, go on right ahead and tell me what you feel.  
Listening to: Broken by Seether feat. Emily. My bro's idea. Feeling: Daring you! |
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