Entries for July, 2005
July 1st, 2005
Cryptic Memos. POSTED AT 11:10 AM Yeah. I needed to post that before it burst inside of me. I can't marr this anymore. So i'm just gonna come out and say it. I'M IN LOVE AGAIN!!!!!!! WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course, I can't let you devoted/unlucky readers know who, because, what if, on the off chance, a friend of mine or a fellow blogger were to find out? I'd die. Okay, maybe love is too strong a word. Maybe... attraction. I'm over that other one. Biotch. Can't believe I ever fell for her. But I've found someone... and this one, I tell ya, she's got a real gift at helping people. I will continue to post cryptic memos to satisfy myself. You will not understand them. I will make sure of that. But this post DOES have a point: Don't be surprised when I do. See ya! 2 freed the words
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July 2nd, 2005
Shanghainese For Dummies POSTED AT 08:00 AM Okay, now before you learn this, you must know that Shanghainese descends from one of five original Chinese dialects: the Wu dialect. Now, where in the Min, Yue, etc... the descendant languages have similarities to Putonghua (Mandarin), and some even merely seem to be variations of the Mandarin, Shanghainese and other descendants of Wu are almost completely unintelligible to the Mandarin-only speaker. Shanghainese, the lingua franca of present-day Wu, is actually one of the few Chinese that are non-tonal. Meaning you can say the words however you want them, without the yi sheng, er sheng, san sheng and si sheng. It is without the complexities of that, and is simply high or low. The words are not based on the tone, but on the spacing. Every word is different. How can you develop a system where every word is different? Well, where Cantonese has 17 consonants, and Mandarin 24, Shanghainese has 30, which accepts such Western sounds like V, B, Z, J, etc... things that Mandarin, Cantonese and Hokkien don't have. Because of the two above reasons, Western speakers (particularly French, German, Italian, and maybe, JUST MAYBE English speakers) will have an advantage in learning Shanghainese. However, having a Chinese background will be even more advantageous, as this will allow you to understand concepts of Chinese speech universally present in Chinese in general. A good example would the the Mandarin "dui bu qi" ("sorry"). In Shanghainese, and this is one of the few times that words will have similarities cross-dialectly, the words are "tei ve chi" where "t" is pronounced like the "t" in "sty". Non-aspirated. "v" is the "v" in English. The "e" however, is more like the Korean horizontal line. It's only a filler, which sounds like an "uh". So it's "tay-vuh-chee". In the above, there are still similarities. However, to see the true difference, let's try something more complicated. English: Never mind, thanks. Mandarin: Bu guan le, xie xie. Shanghianese: Seu le, zha zha non au. (See-yo la, tsha tsha non uh) Still see a similiarity? Coming Up: Part 2.. basic words and phrases. |
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July 2nd, 2005
Shanghainese for Dummies: Part 2 POSTED AT 11:44 PM Some Basic Pointers: "e" is always pronounced as "uh" or as filler. So if it were "ver", it's pronounced "vr". If "i" is preceded by a "ts", "tz", "s" or "z", then it is pronounced like "e". But typically, it is devoiced like the Jap "desu" made to be "des" Zaun hei rei wo: Shanghainese. (z is like in "zoo" and "aun" is like "ee-ow" but said quickly, "r" is always, ALWAYS silent. "wo" is pronounced as the "u" in "put". "W" is silent.) Non hor: Hello (Non is also made to rhyme with "tone". Hor is pronounced "hu") Tzei Wei: Goodbye (Like the Hanyu Pinyin "Z", it sounds like an unaspirated "ts". Pronounce the W.) Chin: Please Zha Zha Non: Thank You Tei Ve Chi: Sorry ("T" is in between "T" and "D". "Ve" is "Vuh" but shorter, Chi is "chee") Ei Tze: That one ("Tze" is "Tzuh") Ei Tae: There ("Tae" is "Tuh" with rules pronouncing "T" applied. "ae" is a vowel pronounced like "u" in "bus") Ei Mi Tae: Over there Ge Tae: Here ("Ge" is "Guh") Ralitae/Sadifaun: Where ("A-li-tuh" and "Sa-dee-fi-on") Ra Li Tze: Which Sa: What Sa Nin: Who Sa Zen Kuan: When (K between G and K) Na nen/Na na/Na nen-ka: How Ci Di a?: How much? (C - approximated by saying "CH" like in "cheese" but with the teeth clamped together, but do not move the tongue away from position as when you would say the normal ch) Yes - No: Ei - Ve Zi/Mme/Vio Oe Li Shan: Home (Oe is a fuller, big "O", whereas the normal "o" is a snipped one) Tsi Su Kei lei le ra li tae: Where is the bathroom (Tsi Su Kei -- lei le -- ra li tae:::Bathroom -- located at -- where) Wo Ve Shau Te: I do not know (o - vuh - shee-ow - tuh) Non Inven wei te kaun va?: Do you speak English? (Non -- Inven -- wei te-- kaun -- va?:::You -- English -- can -- speak?) Wo Ei Non: I love you (o - ey - nuhn. Inject "mo" in between Ei and Non for "I adore you" and a "sae" after "mo" for "I adore you so") Wo lao huu shi non re: I like you a lot (o - law (slightly pronounce the "w") - hu-wu - shee - nuhn - e) All taken from Wikipedia and Zanhe |
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July 3rd, 2005
Realization That POSTED AT 08:54 AM The first being, a dad is extremely important to the family. When dad leaves, it isn't usually better. How do I know? Dad's gone for ten days in Visayas on some business trip. The second, So Close sucks when it's in English. Seriously, I cannot believe they dubbed the VCD!!!!!!! It's like, 99 pesos and they dubbed it! They should've just left it in Cantonese!!!!!!! Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Okay, I like the scent of Chrome ala Azzaro. It smells nice. |
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July 4th, 2005
You Know How POSTED AT 09:57 AM I mean, I know that I need it. I understand that it's for my future. But i just don't wanna do it! I have the right to hate it! But as always, I am subservient. I have but a few things to look forward to monthly: Chips and load. Mom says one 300 peso card a month is our budget, and one set of chips a month is our limit. Haay. But since dad's gone away, she's been stuffing herself silly with Pizza and junk food. She will be fat soon. I will ground her. I mean, jeez, dad goes away for ten days on a business trip, TEN DAYS AND SHE'S ALREADY SAD AND DEPRESSED AND FORAGING FOR COMFORT FOOD!!!!! What if he went away for a month? |
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July 5th, 2005
Stupidness POSTED AT 10:26 AM Brother Haw wants us to interview a maid/driver/janitor/whatever--you get the picture. He wants us to ask them about their life, their past--their dreams. Not bad right? Yeah. Didn't think so either. Actually I had no qualms about this. But guess what else he wants us to do? FUCKING AUDIO RECORD IT!!!!!!!! I MEAN, JEEZ, WHAT KIND OF A FRICKIN EXCUSE IS "KAILANGANG MAGING HIGH-TECH KAYO"???? THAT'S STUPID! AND THEN!!!!!!!!! We need to put together a "slumbook" for them. Now what the hell is a slumbook???? He explains: It's a book with photos, and memoirs and other odds and ends things. Oh deary me, I had always thought that that was spelt SLAM-FUCKING-BOOK!!!!!!!!! THIS IS PATHETIC AND WORTHLESS!!!!! THESE PEOPLE DO NOT NEED SLAMBOOKS AND MEMOIRS, THEY NEED THEIR SALARIES AND FOOD!!!!! BROTHER HAW, I THOUGHT YOU WERE HUMAN, I GUESS I WAS EFFING WRONG. Anyway, i'm eating chips right now--yeah, it's the coolest thing. New love, again. This is the same one from that other entry, who i shall refer to as Y. I am only beginning these feelings for Y. M, however, the other one before this, is long gone from my heart. I have a theory: You never get over someone until you find someone new. Or at least, you never get over them completely. Here's a little poem of mine. Not at all up to stature with all my others, but a poem nonetheless. --------------------------------------------------------- There. Love. Free. Needed to be free Free from the shackles of old love Then you came Never recognized you, never acknowledged you And neither did you Then came the day That electronics and humans converged The stirrings of friends And that’s the day when . . . I fell My past loves, all of them were finally in the past And they’ll stay there For you are the one That I need right now The one that was sent to me when I needed to be free So, I guess I was never really free, then But this isn’t love And you still don't recognize me ----------------------------------------------------- Humdrum by The Corrs Hey you're too true to be good And I'm too bad to pretend Transparent and transfixed, I'm uncool Heart beat you're looking at me Must stop I'm letting you see This isn't how I want to be I have visions like no other So romantic you'll discover I wanna take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes (I wanna) This is every girl's dream No milk left for your tea Baby's crying louder than me Who lost the keys of your car Sorry that would be me I'd wake up only I'm not asleep I have daydreams of another So romantic you'll discover I wanna take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes (I wanna) (I wanna) I have visions like no other So romantic you'll discover I wanna take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes Let me take you for granted Drift while you're talking Bathe while you're downstairs And chat on the phone Fall asleep before bedtime Pass in the hallway Forget your birthday And shrink all your clothes (I wanna) (I wanna) Did I say that out loud? |
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July 5th, 2005
Speechless This Time POSTED AT 10:33 AM Two old friends meet again Wearin' older faces And talk about the places they've been Two old sweethearts who fell apart Somewhere long ago How are they to know Someday they'd meet again And have a need for more than reminiscin' Maybe this time It'll be lovin' they'll find Maybe now they can be more than just friends She's back in his life And it feels so right Maybe this time, love won't end It's the same old feeling back again It's the one that they had way back when They were too young to know when love is real But somehow, some things never change And even time hasn't cooled the flame It's burnin' even brighter than it did before It got another chance, and if they take it... Maybe this time It'll be lovin' they'll find Maybe now they can be more than just friends She's back in his life And it feels so right Maybe this time, love won't end She's smilin' like she used to smile way back then She's feelin' like she used to feel way back when They tried, but somethin' kept them Waiting for this magic moment Maybe this time It'll be lovin' they'll find Maybe now they can be more than just friends She's back in his life And it feels so right Maybe this time... Maybe this time Maybe this time love won't end --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Speechless by City Boy Speechless I wish there were something to say I drank too much of you And now you've gone to my head I'm laughing like a fool You leave me Speechless And words I'm rehearsing all day Are caught up in the traffic Getting lost in their way They're always left unsaid You leave me Speechless Restless I count every step to the phone And when I get the nerve to dial Then you're never home So here I am alone And feeling restless I wanted to say You're unbelievable But then I got caught up On my own reply If I asked you to stay around To hear what I might say Would I see the answers in your eyes Speechless I look for the right things to say Whoever stole my dictionary Tore out the page It happens every day You leave me Speechless Speechless I know that it's all down to you You see I'm not responsible I've met my full meen There's nothing I can do You leave me Speechless ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Great. Now anyone know what the hell a "meen" is? |
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July 6th, 2005
NEW SONG THINGIES!!!!! POSTED AT 09:25 AM Maybe This Time by Michael Murphy (can you say alliteration?) *Speechless by City Boy I Know Where Love Lives by Hal Ketchum *Hearts Are Gonna Roll by Hal Ketchum Past the Point of Rescue by Hal Ketchum *Sure Love by Hal Ketchum Beautiful, I'm telling you. I Know Where Love Lives Love don't hang out in a grand hotel Got no satin sheets, got no servant's bell Ain't in Bel Air on some big old yacht Ain't in a beach house on Monserrat There's a house on the edge of town It's a little old, it's a little run down Full of laughter and tears and toys Crazy things only love enjoys CHORUS I know where love lives I know where love lives She's sitting on the back step in the evening air With sea green eyes and her chesnut hair You keep your mansions of gold, buddy, I don't care Cause I know where love lives You keep all that your fortune brings All your fancy words, all your precious things No matter what all your money buys It's in the arms of love That true treasure lies CHORUS I know where love lives Keep your mansions of gold Keep your mansions of gold Hearts Are Gonna Roll Ever since she was a baby Settin' on her daddy's knee Had him wrapped around her finger Doing anything she pleased She had a way of getting what she wanted But Daddy knew in his mind The pretty soon the boys would come runnin' It's just a matter of time before Hearts are gonna roll Heads are gonna turn Tears are gonna fall A bridge is gonna burn Hearts are gonna roll Hearts are gonna roll Now she changes like the weather Never stays in love too long She'll take you to the limit Just to leave you hangin' on Drop dead looks and a mind for trouble That's all the girl's ever known Leavin' behind a path of destruction No matter where she goes Hearts are gonna roll Heads are gonna turn Tears are gonna fall A bridge is gonna burn Hearts are gonna roll Hearts are gonna roll Don't fall under the spell of her eyes, boy She's not looking at you Take it from somebody who knows She's movin' right one through Hearts are gonna roll Heads are gonna turn Tears are gonna fall A bridge is gonna burn Hearts are gonna roll Hearts are gonna roll Ever since she was a baby Settin' on her daddy's knee Had him wrapped around her finger Doing anything she pleased, he knew Hearts are gonna roll Hearts are gonna roll Hearts are gonna roll Hearts are gonna roll Watch 'em roll now Past the Point of Rescue Last night I dreamed you were back again Larger than life again, holding me tight again Placing those same kisses on my brow Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how Couldn't get enough of kissing, do you know how much you're missing No you don't, but I do The days like a slow train trickle by And even the words that I write refuse to fly All I can hear is your song haunting me Can't get the melody out of my head, you see Distractions are amusing, do you know how much you're losing No you don't, but I do But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue Is no word from you at all the best that you can do I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you No you don't, but I do I swore I'd never fall like this again Fools like me never win, came to my knees again Can't close the door on likelihood Things might be just as good, I always believed they would Gotta let your love invite me, baby do you think it might be No you don't, but I do But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue Is no word from you at all the best that you can do I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you No you don't, but I do But I do, and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue Is no word from you at all the best that you can do I never meant to push or shove you, do you know how much I love you No you don't, but I do I know you don't, but I do I know you don't, but I do Sure Love There's a new star in my sky There's a new song in my life Some may take love casually But I know what it's worth to me I would cound the steps from here to heaven Every heartache I was given Tip my hat and walk through fire To find sure love I would chase old ghosts and watch them scatter Drop old dreams and watch them shatter Lose myself and all I own To find sure love To find sure love I wake up and she is there And for a moment I just stare For the sake of love this true There is nothing I won't do I would count the steps from here to heaven Every heartache I was given Tip my hat and walk through fire To find sure love I would chase old ghosts and watch them scatter Drop old dreams and watch them shatter Lose myself and all I own To find sure love So may take love casually But I know what it's worth to me I would count the steps from here to heaven Every heartache I was given Tip my hat and walk through fire To find sure love I would chase old ghosts and watch them scatter Drop old dreams and watch them shatter Lose myself and all I own To find sure love To find sure love Oh, to find sure love |
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July 6th, 2005
When Cantonese just keeps getting to ya POSTED AT 09:53 AM Well, yeah, she does. Naturally, she's Cantonese! Anyway, later on, I was asking her what something Shu Qi said in So Close: Ngan gou, sau dai (Eyes high, hand low. It's obviously some colloquial expression) So this is how the conversation basically went: Me: I heard something from a movie, it goes "Ngan gou, sau dai". What does that mean? Her: Ngan gou, sau dai, o? I don't know... *repeats it to herself* Me: Ngan is eye. Gou is high, so... Her: Hmm... I don't understand... *thinks some more* AH! *says something that is probably its equivalent to the phrase in Mandarin*. You can't see below if your eyes are looking up. Me: I think it means reckless . . . Her: *stops* . . . Reckless? Reckless... hmm... reckless... no, i don't think so... Me: Oh.. so you don't know what it means? Her: But wait. I'll ask my parents. Me: Okay. Wonder if anyone knows... Okay, this song is something Mr. Young noted when I mentioned the word "nonchalant" mid-conversation. "Nonchalant? . . . Hmm... saan ko yan narinig? Nonchalant... sa song yun ah... Breakdown... by Mariah Carey... *sings a few bars from the song*... gusto ko lang siya... wala lang..." He seems very... um... shy/unconfident. No insecure.. but not confident either. On YM, he's hysterical. What mostly convinced me he wasn't very confident was that he's very... reserved... and... the way he acts is very soft-spoken and unassuming. Very meek. But the biggest thing would have to be that 'wala lang' line. He says after almost every sentence that has an opinion in it. As if he needs to downplay the said opinion at the risk of incurring the wrath of unacquiescing parties. Like he needs the validation of others before continuing that train of thought. Well, it was peeving, but at the same time, kind of funny. Well not rofl funny, but funny. Just funny. Okay, before I rant anymore and suggest correctional self-help books, I will stop and hand you that song. Breakdown by Mariah Carey [Krayzie] Break break down, steady breakin' me on down break break down, steady breakin' me on down Break break down, steady breakin' me on down Break break down, steady breakin' me on down [Mariah] You called yesterday To basicallly say That you care for me But that you're just not in love Immediately I pretended To be feeling similarly And led you to believe it was okay To just walk away from the one thing That's unyielding and sacred to me [chorus] Well, I guess I'm trying to be Nonchalant about it And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you But in reality, I'm slowly losing my mind Underneath a disguise of a smile Gradually, I'm dying inside Friends ask me how I feel And I lie convincingly Cause I don't want to reveal The fact that I'm suffering So I wear my disguise Till I go home at night And turn down all the lights And then I break down and cry So what do you do When somebody you're so devoted to Suddenly just stops loving you And it seems they haven't got a clue Of the pain that rejection is putting you through Do you cling to your pride And sing "I Will Survive" Do you lash out and say How dare you leave this way Do you hold on in vain as they just slip away [chorus] Well I guess I'm trying to be Nonchalant about it And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you But in reality, I'm slowly losing my mind Underneath the disguise of a smile Gradually, I'm dying inside Friends ask me how I feel And I lie convincingly Cause I don't want to reveal The fact that I'm suffering So I wear my disguise Till I go home at night And turn down all the lights And then I break down and cry [Wish] Yeah, c' mon, yeah, c' mon, c' mon Break break down, steady breakin' me on down Break break down, steady breakin' me on down Break break down, steady breakin' me on down Break break down, steady breakin' me on down It'll break ya down Only if you let it Everday, crazy situation's rockin' my mind Tryin' to break me down But I won't let it (forget it) I been feelin' like you breakin' me down Kickin' me round, stressin' me out I think I better go and get out And let me releve some stress Don't ever wanna feel no pain, pain Hopin' for the sun but it looks like rain, rain, rain Lord, I just will not maintain Oh yeah, often feel the pressures y'all But never the less crazy won't fall It's over, it's endin' here [chorus] Well I guess I'm trying to be Nonchalant about it And I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you But in reality, I'm slowly losing my mind Underneath the disguise of a smile Gradually, I'm dying inside Friends ask me how I feel And I lie convincingly Cause I don't want to reveal The fact that I'm suffering So I wear my disguise Till I go home at night And turn down all the lights And then I break down and cry [3x] |
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July 7th, 2005
I do not know POSTED AT 11:29 AM No one seems to be visiting this site. This is sucky. I need to say something, but i can't. Humm... |
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July 8th, 2005
La Salle Star Scholarship POSTED AT 01:20 PM Well, it was okay, but a tad boring. Short, mostly. But the people were nice and the only thing that actually ruined my evening was Mom, trying to take Andrew's picture, chose the moment that he came on to click the off button, thinking it was zoom, and by the time that the thing had started up again, Andrew was gone. Stupid! Geez! She didn't even ask me! Hurgh... Still wanna learn Cantonese. |
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July 8th, 2005
I just wanna say . . . POSTED AT 10:19 PM Mr. Young, you think you're figuring me out? Nuh-uh. I'm figuring you out. |
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July 9th, 2005
Does anyone know POSTED AT 07:09 AM Other than in Hong Kong of course. Please give links to contact details. On other stuff, Jackie and Camille and Adrienne all went to the Good Charlotte concert yesterday. Apparently, some idiot jumped Cam and Ienne grabbed Joel's crotch. Oh, and Jackie tried beer. Now what? I do not know... |
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July 11th, 2005
Kelly Clarkson + Moving Car = Nausea POSTED AT 10:13 AM Terrible, really, how we started our morning off with Filipino, which is only good in the afternoon, C.L.E., which is boring and annoying at any time of the day, and Math, likewise. Chinese and English: Things looked up. Then plummeted back down to a grueling 50 minutes of Science that seemed more like two hours. But then, Karate and Songwriting! Whee! Okay, not really. Both require index cards, which i could only supply to Songwriting because Karate needed a 2x2 pic and 5x8 index card, neither of which i had at the time. Oh wellzy. So, in the car, i was eating the baon of chicken, and then listening to Kelly Clarkson, and Alex was driving. I felt like throwing up the entire ride. He keeps bumping the car on humps and stuff kasi eh. SO annoying. Really. Anyway, i'm just gonna go now. Bye, guys. |
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July 12th, 2005
Ooh... Marion Raven POSTED AT 11:55 AM I am serious I don't play around This is your lucky day I am dangerous Don't wanna stay so I'll leave with you Had a thought in my mind of a game for two Do you know what I want, do you want it too Tell me yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh my god, get me out of here Take me now, take me anywhere Away from everyone I don?t care Oh my god get me out of here I'm mysterious Time is precious What are you waiting for? I'm dead serious You don't have anything to lose Understand what you got, and I'll let you choose 'Cause I know what you want and I want it too Tell me yeah yeah yeah Oh my god, get me out of here Take me now, take me anywhere Away from all that I used to be Same old story the same old me Oh my god get me out of here Take me now, take me anywhere Away from everyone, I don't care Oh my god, get me out of here Yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah Oh my god, get me out of here Take me now take me anywhere Away from all that I used to be The same old story the same old me Oh my god, get me out of here Take me now take me anywhere Away from everyone, I don't care Oh my god, get me out of here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Such a nice song. Anyway, I heard a lot of The Breeders' influence in her music, and one song that sounded like Pink. Anyway, crappy day. Rhymee... slimey. Sleepy now. Byee byee. Ooh! Changed clubs... |
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July 13th, 2005
Gam yat mh hou wan hei . . . POSTED AT 09:57 AM Started off with Chinese. Yes, as a first subject. Cruel, cruel life... Anyway, Chinese... we had a quiz! Then Science... we had a quiz! Then English... we scheduled a long test for Friday! Then Math... we HAD a long test! Then Soc. Sci.... we're gonna have a quiz tomorrow! Then Filipino.. we did our project! Fun, ain't it? At least it was short. And, my gahd! Fire! Right across Xavier! And we were taking up a story about yellow dog and proud chicken and fires! This was so weird! So apt, but weird. Ah, scum, tomorrow there's double math. Haaaaaate.... Colors: White and Khaki. Mr. Young was walking around again during the examen. I began to think he deserted our batch. Lol. Anyway, after lunch, he stopped right outside C, where I was (also at the seat beside the door) and he said "Hi, Allen." I barely heard it, cos the gap between the door and where he was standing was about... 8 ft... or more. And so I say hi rin, and that we just talk later, at dismissal. I intended to talk to him about the club (yes, i moved from the songwriter's to the peer counselling, which he moderates) but i ended up just chatting mindlessly about the evil woman named Lara and his picture and people and music and the fire across the street. And I taught him where exactly to put his fingers when he typed. He used to think the little line thingies were for his middle fingers. I finally corrected him. Guess that's the crap that comes with not being taught how to type properly. As in, papindut-pindot type niya. Well, one down, a few billion more to go. So there. Will bother him tomorrow... Oh, and I was just chatting with Courtney, and she says "ok! goodnight ^-^ btw ur still EVNOL!!!!!!!!" That's right, "E-V-N-O-L". Why? I'll tell you: Me: You're eeeevill... Courtney: I'm not evil, i'm ... EVOL! Me: Same diffo! Courtney: No it's not, there's an "o"! Me: A "no"? Courtney: What? No! An . . . "o"! Me: Oh! Courtney: If there was a "no" then that would be like... evnol! *we both start laughing really hard* Ahh... good, good days... from 2003. |
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July 14th, 2005
Oh My God Get Me Out Of Here! POSTED AT 10:22 AM Anyway, today, he waved at me. I don't know why. He never waves--he just stares and then passes. Or at least a hi. But he waved. Well, maybe a "hi" would have to be shouted in the distance of twenty++ feet, and would call undue attention. Fine. So it was normal. Blue and black today. Froze up in Soc. Sci. Terrible, really. And it was right after i'd told Ms. Natonton i'd do better. So nakakahiya. |
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July 15th, 2005
Michael Slept on His Table POSTED AT 10:03 AM Anyway, spoke to Mr. Young today about.... stuff... blah di blah til we were invaded by Vincent, Kevin, BJ and Louie. Who knew they were still here? Thought they'd left... Science was evil. Ms/Mrs. Vasquez made us stay until twelve thirty (lab ended/lunch began at twelve fifteen) just to finish the damn thingy where we couldn't get the right cheek cell. Yes, we actually had to scrape cells off the inards of our very own cheeks. We all tried, but we couldn't get one until finally, either Kenn or Gian finally got the thing right. But it still wasn't a cell. Then Ms/Mrs. Vasquez goes "Ayaw ko na! Tama na nga! Bigay niyo na sa akin!" Me: "Uh, which one?" Ms/Mrs. (Haaay! Mrs. na nga!) Mrs. Vasquez: "Your best paper." (referring to the group, of course). Me: "Whose?" Gian and Kenn: *simultaneously points to me*: HIS!!! ... Uh... okay? I went around asking random chinese teachers if they spoke Cantonese. I was amazed that I could carry on a conversation with any of them (especially the last one, the chinese teacher of my class (but she's the regular teacher, and I'm in advanced)) since my Chinese is terrible. But it was a big compliment when she said "Ni de zhong wen bu cuo." I felt so good then... Yay me! I can speak normal Chinese! Okay, today: Blue and White. (Yes, Evan...) Mr. Young's brother isn't exactly his brother. Don't ask me what that means because i will find some way to taunt you, starting with the words "something, poke". To anyone stupid enough to incur this wrath/bring this wrath down upon themselves, i say, go ahead! Anyway, the blessed weekend has arrived! And I want new Charmed books! And I will force mom to buy me a psychobook! Like Mr. Young suggested in the first effing place, except she won't concede to buying--kailangang mag borrow daw. Nvm!!! I'll buy the blanged thing myself. Hmm... let's see... Too much homework to do. Urgh. Annoying! But tomorrow, I'll be out with Christian and Jackie and everyone! Aiyeeeee!!!! I miss lakad-ing with them!!! Watching a movie later, I hope. Breakdown is really nice... and it's stuck in my head. And i had the urge to sing Unchained Melody to the world today. I dunno. |
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July 17th, 2005
The Blessed Life of Platinumangel POSTED AT 01:44 AM With sound!!! I'm so effing happy! It's got this super-speed, and a cool set of speakers that completely out-volumizes the brothers' computer! Why? Because I have three speakers. Two normal ones and a super big one that's as big as your chest. Yes, your chest. Throw in the torso for the girls. This so rocks! And it has a built in burner and DVD drive! I can watch So Close at any time i want! And I can download as many Charmed things as I want with my extra 66.7 gigabytes of space!!! I'm only using eight. I love my life. Anyhoo, i shall now begin my homework on my spankin new computer! By the way, there is a really nice song I know called Yue Lao (by Andy Lau). But the Mandarin version sounded terrible! Cantonese version forever. No, not because i like Cantonese, or that Cantonese sounds more graceful than Mandarin, but that the Cantonese version formed words that seemed "fuller" than the Mandarin version, where everything was syncopated and stuff. Anyway, go here (note: you will need a Chinese IME and font to view the page): tingdong.powersugoi.net/song.php?song=98 |
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July 17th, 2005
Yesterday Was Weird POSTED AT 02:38 AM Here's how it goes: Mom forces me away from my early-morning-bliss (she always does that. Urgh.) by dragging me along with her to visit Angkong at the Metropolitan Hospital. So we go, we become all mataray towards each other, and we leave. After an excruciating 50 minutes drive back home from the hospital (traffic e.), we finally get home. Mom runs off to the office, and i get ready. Suddenly, the house is empty except for me and Gina and... I see the delights of Andy Lau's Yue Lao (cantonese). Alex has stolen the iPod, so Andrew goes away to school, and I get primp for the gimmick. Leaving the house early, I get to the office, get money from the parents, and go to Rockwell. No one is there. It's 10:30. We were supposed to meet at 11:30. So I text, I try that White Choco Strawberry shake thing, and it turns out to be really good. Keep texting Jackie, and walk around some more. Then, I suddenly see Walter. We walk around, and suddenly, Jackie appears. But it was really weird, because when I saw Jackie (hair back, red top and all), she did NOT look like herself. At all. So, we walk around some more, and find Christian with his bro at Power Station. Drag him away, and do nothing. Glenn and Nicky appear later, and we all settle down at Burgoo. Kenn and Cath appear even later, and we finally settle down to eating. After a brief stint about Nicky and some Lyschelle something or other, and squabbling about Jackie's anorexia ("She ate a cracker for breakfast and got full"), potatoes ("Eat your potato!" "Eat your corn and carrots!" "Eat the potato! Eat! EAT!!!"), and comparisons to Cath (Me: What'd you have, a lollipop??? Cath: No, I had longganisa with rice and three pieces of bread and cheese, etc... Me: *turning to Jackie* Ha!!!! *Jackie glares at Cath* Walter: You know, I noticed something about your kada... it's like you all have a thing with food...), we go out to see if there's a movie we can catch. We end up buying presents for Christian. I gave him that Marion Raven CD (which Jackie bought 295 pesos more than I did), Walter gave him a CD holder, Jackie got him a shirt, then Jackie, Cath, Walter, Katan (yes, she came much later) and I got him another shirt. Then Kenn and Nicky and Glenn got him a book... Weirdness. After multiple trips walking back and forth between the bowling alleys, Fully Booked's Harry Potter sale thingy, and O, we got a picture card and walked around some more! Sat down at Gloria Jeans, finally, but this is after Nicky and Glenn had left. So they got some drinks, Jackie and Cath and Katan and I all go down to Springfield to change Christian's shirt because it's too small. Having it changed into a different size (and color, eventually), we go upstairs, and Cath and Jackie steal my watch. I take it back, roughly, and Jackie and I leave. FINALLY give her back that fanfiction and HP5 book, and head off home. |
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July 19th, 2005
YESS!!! POSTED AT 10:29 AM Yay. Anyway, let's just dive into it, shall we? Monday: Sepia. Black. First club day in my new club! (Peer Counselling Society. Yes, I know. Corny/lame/whatever, but really, he said it could be an introductory course for Psych, so I was all, what the hey, join! And then he mentioned that we'd be managing the Acquaintance Party this year. Deal buster eh?) Kenn and Christian are there, thank God. So Mr. Young and the High 3 Counselor guy stick us into the classroom, and we sit. They say that we're going to the Patio. So we go to the patio. Once there, they roll-call attendance, then group us into two. Mr. Young had previously shown me the list so I knew that we'd be two groups, his and the H3 guy. Of course, it was a hodge-podge of H3 and H2 so they didn't know who Mr. Young was. Anyhoo, i will recount an interesting conversation between me and Mr. Young upon my first arrival at the club. It went like this: Mr. Young: Eto na yung mga grupo. Yung mga naka-highlight ng yellow, sa akin. Me: Ah. Hmm... *scanning list* Mr. Young: Ayun ka sa baba o... *points to my name, which is outside the printed table, hand-written* Kinuha nalang kita. *laughs out loud* To those of us with green minds... well, for the sake of Jackie etc... na di pa nabibinyagan, di ko nalang muna sasabihin dito. Okay, here we go: We end up at the place, he splits us in two, and we go to our respective moderators. Then, Mr. Young splits us into another two groups (we're twenty one in all (as in, Mr. Young's group)). We're supposed to get a rope thing, wind it under our polo shirts, then out, then to the next guy. After all of us are bound by the rope, we all run around a chair a good twenty, maybe thirty feet away. Then, we free ourselves of the ropes, and the first guy that had to tie the rope to his pants has to run another lap to the chair thing, throw the rope on the chair, then run back. First one back wins. Aiyeee. So it starts, they had already won before we even started moving. So rematch. They win again. Rematch! (Isn't there a something called probable cause???) We win. SOS. Anyway, Mr. Young asks me about... the stuff that I wouldn't talk about some entries ago. After which, my aching toe (which I hurt pretty badly) is throbbing, and I rush to the car to find Flora had an accident on the stairs and hadn't come in. Shit, Chinese OT tomorrow. So I run home, chat with Mark about Chinese, then sleep at nine thirty something. Today: Colors: Striped pastel color. Whiteish but not. Black. Assembly, then C.L.E. (where everyone wanted to sleep when she started making kwento) and Chinese! Bane! Bane! Walk in, read, feel like we've failed, and are grilled with a twenty-question set from Lao Shi. Then during some parts, Mark would listen to Lao Shi, then say nothing because he didn't understand the question, then Henry would slowly repeat it to him and Lao Shi would laugh. Looks like the Cantonese aren't the only ones with a temper. Anyhoo, finally, we leave, and I can't help but yelping about still being alive. Think we got super low though. Crappiness. The rest of the day was a flutter and a drift. Then, home! The car had no aircon so i wanted to vomit the chicken i was baoned, but still, home! Now the comp's back, got So Close the DVD, Kenn can see the dvd cover in the picture card and Angin saw part of it and understood the Cantonese and the Mandarin is cool and I'm now incorporating Cantonese phrases into my journal in school for Chinese and talk about a run-on eh? Bye! |
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July 21st, 2005
Stupid days! POSTED AT 01:24 PM Had confirmation practice. For those of you that don't get it, it means that there were no normal classes today. Just C.L.E. So, confirmation practice was a breeze, and the recess they served us was pretty good, and everything ran smoothly til Ryan had a seizure. It was horrible, I'm telling you. You DO NOT want to see a person have a seizure in the middle of the Gospel. It's just . . . wrong... Here's how it went: Christian starts pointing to a seat. I think it's nothing. I turn left and see Ms. Natonton and this other teacher personstart muttering, and they rush over to Christian, looking past him into a seat where no one appeared to be standing. I soon realized whatever they were pointing to was in the chair. Alarmed at what might cause the teachers such alarm, I whacked the guy beside me (who happened to be Michael) with the side of my hand and asked "What's happening?" He answers "Seizure." I realize it's Ryan. They lead him away to the back, and Ms. Espiritu hails everyone to resume the practice. Speaking of, Ms. Elsa Santos uses the most interesting terminology: Do not drop your butt!!! Okay, White and Khaki. And he says he doesn't have a short sleeved polo. Anyhoo, Evan, make no comment, please (laugh). Kenn, if you're disturbed, pray, save your innocent *cough cough* """"innocent"""" mind from my disturbing, morbid, morbid thoughts. And bring that potato tomorrow! |
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July 22nd, 2005
FRIDAY! POSTED AT 10:51 AM Anyhoo, got called out of Filipino and a third of English by Mr. Young (he was actually wearing a short sleeved collared shirt! Look at that!), and Bro. Haw, it turns out, did not give us any hw or anything, nor was there a quiz, or whatever. So cool! What was so important that I was pulled out of the class for a period and a half? Well, let's just say that during the session, i was literally moved to tears. I don't know how it happened! One moment, I was just talking, the next, my eyes were moistening and my voice was beginning to crack, and I felt like I could just sob. And he was equally moved. He was sniffling, and I could see water in his eyes. Sad experience, really. But so worth skipping two lousy subjects! Okay, after, I got sent back to English (well, the session only really ended because a parent came to talk to him about her son) and everyone was all surprised and stuff. We start talking about My Cousin Ramon, and I haven't even read it yet (forgot to) so i just went with the flow. Got a great deal of recitation points from it. Mr. Aragon rocks. Better than Mr. Perez, I'm sorry sir. Science, Mrs. Vasquez was bitchy as usual. She must die. I'll make some variation of my stories called the Vasquez Goes To Hell episodes, where the season finale is her getting sent back there again and again. Or something. Or I might not even do it. Meh! Chinese, we reviewed, and He Lao Shi threatened me with "Ru guo ni kao dao bu hao, wo jiu bu yao gen ni shuo shi me guang dong hua le." So everyone started laughing, especially when she said I was "sucking in" Cantonese, and Evan was saying random things that all meant "obsessed". Soc. Sci., News report! And nothing happened! Something about birthdays on July 18, 1961, and old newspapers (FPJ and Erap starred in the same movie! Long, long ago!), and some Lilian Lucim person. Then we got dismissed, but I had all the time in the world (until five. It was three o five at the time). Went to the top floor to check for Roday, as usual, and decided to pay Mr. Young a visit again. Instead, I ended up outside, reading magazines on Colleges (which is actually really fun!) while he, Vincent, BJ, Kevin, Enrique and, later, Clothy (!!!! The entire batch of High One is saying they're together, but they're really not. But the guidance counselors were fooling around and made Ms. Aragoncillo and Mr. Young pretend to kiss for a video on his phone (the lip areas were covered, but it didn't really happen) just as pang-gago, but Pohan stole his phone and Bluetoothed it to other phones. Mr. Young found out and demanded it back and told him he wouldn't get a greenslip as long as the video didn't spread. This is screwed up. I told Mr. Young to take care of himself, and to be careful, but i think things have exploded too far out of proportion for him to still be able to take that advice to heart.). Clothy found out about the whole phone incident and started screaming from his office. He was screaming back. The students were giggling. I rushed to the door and stared through the window thing on the door, and they all suddenly shut up til Enrique shooed me away. Patay silang dalawa. I just hope people don't suddenly make them a love team or something. Cos they're not. Scandal, scandal, scandal! Eventful day, eh? |
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July 23rd, 2005
Let's Just Pray POSTED AT 07:11 AM It started out all right. I was at the place earlier than was supposed to be, and I got my name tag, and everything. But then, the godparents were nowhere to be seen, and neither were the parents. Then, like, ten minutes before we started to go in, Uncle Jeffrey appears with his daughter, and i show them in, but they give me the present. So I go up, facing the whole half-batch with a present. And they all make stupid jokes. ("Uy, may regalo na si Allen ah." I roll my eyes here.) But the parents are nowhere, so i just leave them to find their seats or whatever. Thus, I stay in line, finding my pocket big enough to store the said present so that I don't look like an idiot, going through the entire confirmation rite holding a bright blue package. Somewhere in the wait, we end up teasing Nicky about something, he bad-signs us, I realize Michael's actually wearing contact lenses, and i smell something on him that's vaguely familiar. We FINALLY enter! But someone was absent in our class, so instead of me being Lance's partner, and Michael Walter's (because the line of the class opposite ours, our supposed partners entering the MPC, was just 35 people long, so two of us, the last two, transferred to their line.), it ended up being me as Michael's partner. So we enter, and the whole thing happens, and the Bishop was there, and Cheruby, photographer-smiling lady, gets mocked by me and Michael. Somewhere near the end of the mass, I realize what it is on Michael that smelled familiar. He was wearing that fruity-ish perfume last year, then for some reason, changed to the stronger, grosser one. I told him so. He admitted. Then, we get called to the whole anointing-of-the-chrism portion (read: an excuse for the bishop to slap each one of us in the face), and we all go. When it gets to the priest, we do the whole thing, and then he says "Good." That made me realize that a bunch of people probably forgot the lines and he had to prompt them. I got everything right so yay to me. Finally, the thing ends, and we finish if with good old Humayo't Ihayag. I will always remember Mr. Sebastian when that song plays. Anyhoo, after the whole ordeal, we were allowed to go back to the parents, and I was looking, and looking, and they weren't in view, so I went outside, and saw Mr. Young and Mr. Lacson. Well, Mr. Young finally saw Alex, and Mr. Lacson saw me and said I was Allen, and shook my hand. And then i was hanging around with them and texted dad, and he called me and I went in and took pictures and everything and when I came out, Mr. Young (who was supposed to meet my parents) was gone. Oh well. When I told Jackie about the whole thing she was all, "Hahahaha! Uuuy.. Guidance counselor! Haha!" And I'm like, what the hell does that mean???? And I ask Alex about it and he says "I'd have the same reaction as you." So i let it go and continue texting Jackie up til Gloria Maris. But somewhere there, Mom gets a call about Angkong's worsening condition, his blood pressure dropping, etc... Alex says: You know what that means? Me: He's dying, isn't he? Alex: Not quite, but yeah. Mostly. Then Dad gets a call from Diko David and I heard the words "Si lo ba?" I'm so shocked, I don't even register what it means when he gives mom the phone and she talks rationally into it, before giving it back to dad. Then, in some kind of ironic slow motion, she says that he's gone. We all at once went to comfort her, and hug her. Alex told me to go tell Koko. Mom was so bitter about. Prepared (we'd all expected it, but never mentioned it), but bitter. When Alex offered to call the driver so she could go na, she said "Bakit pa ba? Wala na'kong maaabutan." And it was so . . . Good thing she reconsidered though, and she left. And I told Jackie i'd text her later. It's horrible, how I feel like a big chunk of life was ripped out of it. Dad knows how it feels--Aye died 13 years ago. But mom... oh my god... And I'm so devastated that I can't help her. All i can give her are hugs, and good behavior, but that's it. And I feel so guilty. She didn't even get to say goodbye. We all knew he was going. His blood pressure had begun to drop two hours before he died, but she felt obligated to attend my confirmation lunch, and she missed him. She missed him and I feel horrible that she had to because of me. This is just one shit of a day. When she left, all I could do was wallow in Chinese and the digicam. Now I'm here and I still feel shitty. May God give Angkong rest. I don't know if his passing on my confirmation day has any cryptic meaning, but I am too drained to think about it right now. We're going to see him in an hour. I just hope mom and ama make it through. Oh my God. |
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July 25th, 2005
How the Hell It Ended Up Like This POSTED AT 12:45 AM Here's how it went: I was innocently at the computer one day, finishing my Blue Sky music video, which is gonna be up soon, when mom comes in and asks me to come with her to buy flowers. Of course, with what's just happened, and the fact that her voice was still so down, I felt compelled to come along. So I bathed, got ready, etc... We left for Oroqueta at 8, got there at 9, left for the flower place at nine fifteen, and got there in a short, short while. We started walking around, and there isn't much else to say about that. Hours later, 12:00, is when we decide to go back home. I'm starving but mom has to go to the floral arrangement thingies, so I'm left at Oroqueta, and Sa-yi Alin, Uncle Stanly and Marc and JR have just arrived. So we eat. We leave. Get to the funeral thingy later, and I spend time doing nothing. Although I was desperately trying to remember Cantonese, and was even on the urge of just blurting out "Dang ngo lei!" when Di-yi-diu-gong was at the board thing, trying to stick it, but Di-yi told me to do it nalang cos he might get hurt/slip or something. Instead, I said "Ho gua cong lo la." like in normal Hokkien. So i continue to waste time til MOM ARRIVES (FROM WHEREVER THE HELL SHE WENT), and we waste even more time. Finally, Dad and Angin arrive, and Angin and I go in a while. We chat about Cantonese and Mandarin and Shanghai (not Shanghainese), until she gets to her house and leaves the car. Then I go home and waste time. Lots of time. Finally, i have dinner, I'm tired, I bathe, I turn to sleep when all of a sudden, the phone rings, and Gina comes in saying "Si Joseph daw." Now I sent the text at like... six! And it was... nine thirty! So I go and say hi, and he says he had to tell the guard that he was my classmate, kasi daw it wouldn't be normal if he just said "I'm his guidance counselor." LOL. He apparently thought the guard was my dad and Gina was my mom. LOLness. Okee, anyhoo, I updated him on mom's condition with the whole thing, and then we kept talking. Finally, I mentioned the "wala-lang" thing he kept saying that bugged me. He says it means "Kung ako lang ang tatanungin". Yup, confidence issues. I tell him he doesn't have to change, and sure enough, he doesn't. Continues saying it. Yeah, it does get kind of endearing after a while. Note: Whenever I talk to this guy, he's always the most sympathetic person I know. Parang, he really says "Oh Gahd..." just to say he's devastated. And he's the greatest guy too--pinagalitan niya si Pohan! WHEEE!! POHAN ===>>> DEATH, SLOW AND EXCRUCIATING. Move on to Clothy and their whole scandal thing. Tell him to be careful. Talk about asthma thingies. He has asthma of the skin daw, and I tell him Filipinos classify anything that looks like pimples on the skin as asthma of the skin. But when I went to the U.S. (yes, gag me), the doctors said that there was no such thing. Asthma is in the lungs. But he had something Andrew had. Little pimple like things sa forearm. And it's clogged skin pores... basta. He only started getting it when he went to Manila for College (HMM. SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MANILA???). And then we talk about his friend who had the lung thing. Torrid really. Then we talk of his weight. He's skinny daw. Yeah right. We talk some more. Thingy progresses into movies. Talk about The Wedding Date, Lost in Translation, Before Sunset, Before Sunrise, In Good Company, If Only, Crying Ladies (I know, I'm sorry . . .), The Buttefly Effect (and I explain to him what the Butterfly Effect REALLY is. Pssh.. it's like Kim Possible . . . they haven't got a clue as to what Chaos Theory really is). Then we talk about religion. No, just the religion of others. Tell him no one among the supposed nonbelievers know anything about Atheism. They've never been through it. Talk about Confirmation, and Manuel Sy Quia, and Bro. Haw (who lent Manuel his barong because his parents weren't there yet and he had no barong, causing Mr. Young to tell Brother Haw), and Pohan/Alen (the whole cell phone thing. He actually swore into his cellphone last Friday when he called Pohan. And after their confirmation, they kept following him around. Yech.), and Ms. Cacacho (peace be with you thing), and how Mr. Young seems to be fathering all of us ("tuck that in" "keep that" "pay attention" "pull those pants down" (no, not that way, you sick, sick people!)) Talk about... him getting into all sorts of accidents, water dripping, knocking over the bottles. Then we talk of how he seems to make Billboard Signs and Streetlights just conk out when he passes by. Finally, he bares to me one of the few things that he's told anyone. That would be that he's not really him. Basta. I will be equivocal again. In fact, his whole family has a history like that pala. And he wonders everyday what it'd be like when he meets his real you know. Not such an optimist after all. Anyway, we talk some more, of what we're gonna do tomorrow, and of Chinese, and he says he lived in Taiwan for a year, so for a while, he could speak really fluent Mandarin. I just can't imagine that. After that, I tell him "I can't believe I'm talking on the phone with you at 12:00 am." He goes "Yeah nga eh! Parang, wtf. Gusto mo nang matulog?" So we talk some more, and then he says "Sige, I'll go na. You have to sleep for tomorrow, and I have work to do." "Ok, matulog ka na ha?" "Ano? Hindi, manonood pa ako ng sine sa taas." "ANO??? Matulog ka na!" "Hindi, ang saya-saya kayang manood ng sine. Tapos baka ang daming nagtext sa akin tapos naiinip na sa akin yun." "You have to sleep! You have work to do tomorrow!" "Oo, sige na." "Sleep, ha? As in sleep, hindi yung bobolahin mo lang ako sa phone tapos pag-hang up, di pala. I mean it. Sleep." "Oo sige, sige." "Okay, goodnight." "Good morning." "Whatever! Just . . . sleep! Hehe... bye." "Bye." Later, I text him "SLEEP". Whether he really did or not, I don't know. |
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July 25th, 2005
PUTANG INA NINYO LAHAT POSTED AT 04:21 AM Nei dei sohn ma, ngo lei nei dei gong mat lan ye? HEUIH SEI LA LEI!!!! Di din dai gua xiong din le gong sha mi, a? YAO SHU!!!!!! Akala niyo ba na may paki ako kung anong PI ninyong sinasabi? Mamatay kayo lahat!!! Masunog kayo sa impyerno! I have had it with discriminative Filipinos muttering "instik" behind my back. You can all fucking go to hell. I am appalled that modern Filipinos can be so fucking shallow about every fucking thing about Tsinoys. We are Tsinoys. We are part of your country. We make it better. Better than any of you idiots could. EVER. And like it or not, we're going to be here, regardless of what you say or do. So if you can't live with that, then get the hell out of the country! We are as much Filipinos as you are. You pride yourselves with Filipino Hospitality. But you cannot even accept your fellow citizens. All because of what? Pale skin? You fucking suck! You can go to fucking hell! Half of you wouldn't have JOBS without the Chinese. And you know what? We rule the world now. You rejoice in the loss of the Chinese, and are bitter when we succeed. But are we like that with you? You're all crabs. Go to hell. Do you hear me? TO ALL WHO HATE THE CHINESE: GO TO HELL. |
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July 27th, 2005
Home! POSTED AT 10:10 AM Greenslip from Vasquez, she of the frozen blood, and a Progress report. Well, the rest of the day was uneventful. Greenslip... tapos everyone was asking me why I got one... Weird. I haven't gotten a greenslip in a while. Anyhoo, I have a copy of It Takes A Man! It's such a nice song! Rocks! Okay, I'm tired, and I have homework. Seeya! |
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July 29th, 2005
A Well-Deserved Break POSTED AT 05:28 AM This week has been shit. I got my first greenslip in High School. I will serve detention next week. Mrs. Vasquez has been a total biotch. I do not like her, and believe in the saying "heads will roll" when it comes to her. They will roll on the ground, where there are no shoulders to support them. But i cannot deny that she has ability in teaching. Why are the best teachers assholic in some way or another??? I have been attending the wake almost daily this whole week. It's been crazy, and I was the only one among us three brothers that went to the releasing of Angkong to his Burial. I didn't get to see him though. I left when he did. Got to school and saw half the mass through. And poor Mr. Young . . . he was absent yesterday (he texted me. I didn't even notice. No, Jackie. Bad Jackie. Bad Jackie. Backspace that "Uuuy guidance counselor!!!" line!!!) and when he came in today, details were sketchy, but when he told Ms. Pusta, she said "We'll talk about this later." in that stern voice of hers. Oh he's so dead. And all the teachers were wearing blue or yellow or some combination and/or variation of it! So weird! Had "recess", and then went to the gym to see... the pep rally. Well, "pep" rally, actually. Pep in Xavier equals no response from the students. When you get breathless chanting the damn cheer, it's easy to see why. And yeah, Henry, it does sound like a Charmed spell. Except much suckier, although they actually rhyme. Anyhoo, all the varsity people were called upfront with all these weird names for teams that corresponded to their sport. (e.g. ShuttleCOCKS for the Badminton, "Wood"pushers for Chess, Sea"hor"ses (gag me) for Swimming, and something like HardBats or HardNuts for Baseball). Then after, the teachers went in front and started dancing to the Xavier Rap. And it was disgusting altogether. Especially because we had to watch them (including the male teachers, by the way) shake their asses at us. Twice. NOW HONESTLY... TELL ME: HOW THE F WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU SAW BROTHER HAW SHAKING HIS ASS UP FRONT????? And Mrs. Ocampo was... oscillating... rather suggestively. I think I'm going to have nightmares. (Henry doesn't seem to think so. He said she looked the most respectable after it all.) And Ms. Cacacho!!!! Oh My God . . . What were they thinking???? Wait, they WEREN'T THINKING!!!! And after ALL of that, Mark Yap (who is a teacher, but was pretending to be a student from 3E) tells us "it's important to respect your teachers." You think we'll still have respect for them after... THAT???? |
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July 31st, 2005
Exhausting day POSTED AT 10:25 AM First, Cemetery, really nice place. It's called Manila Memorial, and that's where Angkong was buried recently. We pai-ed, and us four guys (me, my brothers and my dad) left for the wedding. The wedding was mundane, Jeanette and David. We leave, eat in Pan Pacific hotel (it's about ten thirty, and the reception is at twelve plus). We get to the reception, and I felt like I was in Heaven. Where the host people were speaking in (very heavily accented) Hokkien and (when she didn't remember to speak in Hokkien,) Mandarin, everyone (two hundred plus people) were speaking in... you guessed it. CANTONESE!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's something about that word that just rocks. Anyhoo, we leave early and end up at Nathan Paul's first birthday party. Too many kids, no teens and waaaay too little adults. But we get through it, and I meet Joseph (Cheng), Mark (Roxas) and Mickey, his sister. Well, now I'm home, and it's been one hell of a day. Bugged dad about Cantonesey stuff and I'm finally learning to converse fluently with him. Yayness! I shall master Cantonese, just you wait! |
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July 31st, 2005
How The Hell Can You Do This To Me? POSTED AT 03:13 PM Every word you even just whisper is sacred to me. I love you, you know that? No, of course you don't. Stop torturing me! I wish I could make you stop, but you aren't even doing it. It's the concept of you in my mind that's driving me insane! I can't help it. When I try to sleep, my mind wanders off to you, what it would be like to hold you, and hug you. Dammit. Your scent is everywhere in the air. Always just beyond my ability to completely breathe in. I try to communicate with you, but it takes so long just to create a bond, and it's never permanent. I've accepted you can never be mine. Oh, but how I long for your love, to hear you whisper words of assuring love to me. To feel your love emanate and envelope me. To breathe in your heady scent, and lose myself in all that I cannot have. Thank you, I hope you have a lovely life. I'll just love from afar, so completely infatuated, but silent as the wind. |
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