Entries for August, 2005
August 2nd, 2005
I'm Just Tired POSTED AT 10:56 AM I miss Mondays in school. I wanna have a Monday. I'm sick of starting weeks with Tuesdays. Tuesdays suck. Thursdays suck! Thursdays can die! Hate Math! I miss chatting with Jackie, and Christian, and Cath, and Ienne... I miss rambling to He Lao Shi about Cantonese and Mr. Young about his problems. I miss going out on Sundays and eating chips with wild, reckless abandon. Well, I'm climbing the walls. Spoke to He Lao Shi. It went like this. Me: You're evil. Her: What? Why would you say that? Me: You gave us three oral tests and countless written tests. Her: That's to help you learn Chinese! Henry: Go to China or Taiwan every year to improve your Chinese. Me: I wanna go to Hong Kong. Her: Yeah, with Hong K---.... Urgh! People in the Philippines only speak Mandarin! Students, I mean. Anyhoo, I'm learning Cantonese! I found this hot Cantonese dictionary online, and it so rocks! Life rocks! New songs: When The World Ends by Dave Matthews Band I Want To Be In Love by Melissa Etheridge Independence Day by Martina McBride Wish to sleep... but homework... and dinner... and it's only seven... Holy cow! It's seven! Emancipate
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August 3rd, 2005
Today... today... today... POSTED AT 09:36 AM Alex is downloading TATU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F*** EXISTENCE!!!!!!!!! Hate homework. Double Math tomorrow! Oh my God! I finally told the guy. Some weird blue... I love music! He likes Gavin DeGraw and that annoying "Yeah" song, Usher? I wanna go to sleep! I don't wanna eat dinner. I want... i want... hmm... I'm waitin' on the wonderful . . . you know something to believe... out of the ordinary... come and rescue me! I could use a little love, love, love to send me a sign . . . I'm tired of the typical... I'm waitin' on the wonderful . . . Thanks to Aaron Lines for having invented such a great song! |
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August 5th, 2005
A Whole Day of Emotion POSTED AT 01:20 PM The day started off a bit nutty, with me waking up at 5:15 am, and then getting ready all the way up to six, then Alex started getting ready, and he did homework and bugged me about English (that I helped him with = did for him) and Ms. Claro ness and we finish all this junk at six forty. We leave the house at six forty five, and due to ridiculous traffic, i get to school at seven fifteen. Do math homework, just in time for the first period--math. Discuss multiplication, and sit down for work, but I can already tell that the day will be long. Filipino hits, and I'm already nodding off to sleep and being worried about troubles with the Guidance Counselor (No, Jackie. Bad Jackie. Bad, bad Jackie. Erase that line! I'm warning you!), a little tidbit i have not mentioned as I did not update yesterday. It actually finishes earlier than expected, and I move on to English. Now, Mr. Perez had been gone for three weeks, and we had been having a BLAST with Mr. Aragon--he's fluent in English, does not smile everytime he says a deep word, does not pause in inappropriate places. And he's just cool! Alright? Dammit. I was so sad that he'd be leaving us that I actually went so far as to say "Isn't there any way you could send Mr. Perez back to France?" ... My thoughts immediately after: Did I say that out loud??? Sure, everyone laughed and all, but I bet Mr. Aragon just realized what a worthless student I am of Mr. Perez's as I can't even appreciate his ability. Of course, I can't! I can't stand him! Mr. Aragon, stay with us! NOOOO!!!! This was a long day from the start, and it only seemed to be longer. Then, recess. Here, He Lao Shi finally... FINAL-FRICKIN-LY SPOKE TO ME IN CANTONESE!!!!!!!!!! HAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!! I had asked her to translate some sentences from Cantonese to Mandarin. She agreed. I said some things in Cantonese. She translated them and told me to memorize the translations, cos she'd ask me. And she ended up letting a LOT of Cantonese slip out. Well, i've finished that stupid ordeal. Then, Science. And OH MY GOD! THAT WAS THE LONGEST FRICKIN LAB QT I'VE EVER HAD!!!!!!!!!! We finished everything in half the time we were allotted, and spent the next thirty minutes trying to scrape cheek cells off our... cheeks. Kenn and Gian ended up bleeding really bad and we failed to get a cheek cell anyhoo. She took pity on us and accepted it. Then lunch! Short. Chinese! Yay! This doesn't even need explaining. Soc. Sci... kept nodding off to sleep during the reports, sorry Evan and Co.! Then we were dismissed. Then I went to the ITC. Then I downloaded Shanghainese songs. Shanghainese sounds like Jap + French + Mandarin. Seriously. It rocks! Henry, all throughout the day, had been asking me to say "Chin men, shaute-veshaute Tsisukei lele ralitae va?" Goes to show Shanghainese can be addicting to the Jap obsessed too. At three fifty something pm, Henry and I went downstairs to attend the Unplugged thing, and as we got in, people were just setting up. The people filed in, and Henry convinced me to tell everyone about the Shanghainese phrase. Bardo shares that "tres" is "very". He's cool. We keep doing nothing, and chatting about weird stuff, and, as I told Henry when the first of what would be a long line of rejects came up and started singing, I was being slowly forced back into that shell that I call "Critic". Some guy came up on stage and sang a horrible version of a song i can't remember and I about died. Raffy's ears had crucified themselves. Next came this other song called Waiting, and he was just as bad. Then an original song, and then another, and then Bilanggo, which was good. Andrew Pinlac came next with Countiong Blue Cars... falsetto killed him. Then, Peterson, Raphael, Louie and Maverick came up on stage and successfully destroyed any respect anyone had for them. Except mine---i had not respect for them in the first place. THEY FUCKING DESTROYED HERE TONIGHT!!!!!! HALE ROCKS!!!!!!!!! AND THEY HAVE TO STOP TRYING TO BE LIKE THEM!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY PETERSON WITH HIS PAOS BOSES!!!!!!!! Jeez. Die, Peterson. You don't have the lungs. And you sure as hell don't have the throat. Your vein could've popped while you were busy massacring my favorite song. Then they massacred "Waiting" too. Yes, again. The song was butchered twice. Okay, after which, TJ Simeon (thank GOD for humans like him!) sang Nais Ko, a song that he stressed the age of by saying the people at the back all probably knew it. The teachers were seated at the back. He salvaged the show, yes. But our God of a finale was Harris Guevarra, who sang ... i forgot. But he sang so effing well, it was the only way to go. Totally. It ended, and we all walked out. I made Mr. Lacon salubong (yes, coño. I am fully aware that Mr. Young is there, but I'm not quite sure how to act around him. Also, FYI, i am not going to say what happened yesterday. You're just gonna have to live with not knowing.) and asked him what he thought of their rendition of Here Tonight, which was his favorite song as well. Or, on the CD anyway. He says it was "okay". Honey, you know those times when you should always say it was okay out of common courtesy? This ain't one of those fucking times. WHO THE HECK WAS HE KIDDING???? I start a typical-Allen-tirade that sort of went like this ". . . of all the songs that they could've chosen, they had to choose my favorite song! I mean, geez! They practically massacred it!" He replies "It wasn't that bad . . ." "ANO KA??? It was my favorite song, and I'm sure you liked it too! They have to leave the Hale songs to Hale!" Mr. Young is to Mr. Lacon's right, and me to his left, so Mr. Young moves ahead to talk to me, asking what song. I glance to the left and see Maverick and co. packing up to go. I put a finger to my lips, then point to them. Mr. Young begins to laugh. This is good. I guess he took that text of mine ("Please just leave it like this.") to heart. I'm so relieved we're okay again. So we chatter on, and the driver's there, and I say goodbye to my two Guidance Counselor friends, and walk to the car. I put on the MP3 player and fall asleep. We end up at home, and then I go back to the office to work. I finish work, and go home. I am so tired. Thank God it's a friday. |
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August 5th, 2005
THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!! POSTED AT 01:39 PM NONE OF THEM ARE UPDATING!!!!!!!!!! JACKIE, YOU HAVEN'T HAD AN ENTRY SINCE THE TWENTIETH OF JUNE!!!!!!! IENNE AND CAM SORT OF JUST STOPPED TICKING AFTER GC!!!!!!!! CATH... well, at least she sort of updates a bit.. but it's so random... AND KIT, NOT SINCE HIS BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!! SO TO ALL OF YOU... FRICKIN UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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August 8th, 2005
And Monday ends all drama POSTED AT 10:43 AM Funny, I used to hate Mondays with a passion. Now, I'm sick of Tuesdays and can't WAIT for Mondays. By the way, the term "Mondays" only refers to Mondays with school, on actual Monday dates, not Monday scheduled-days. Yeah, so crap was happening the whole morning (Filipino, C-effing-L-effing-E, and MATH-FRICKIN-MATICS), and noon was only a tad better (Chinese and English (with the recently-returned Mr. Perez)). At least we got nougat from Mr. Perez, and a bunch of brochures that Evan was grappling for. And Raffy was saying something a while ago that went like this: The nougat! It's poisoned! We like him now! In more ways than one! Well, it's not that it was drugged, it just that.. the guy gave us nougat! Of course, we have to like him. He thought of us in France. A funny story that occurred a while back in English: Stamford rushes over to the basket of nougat and starts taking pieces en masse. Michael stands and yells for one. Stamford throws it at him, and while he and Maverick reach for it, Michael knocks it away with his closed fist (don't ask me), and it falls on my lap. So I seize it and eat it. I got two! Whee! Anyhoo, lunch. Studying Science. For nothing. No quiz, it's on Wednesday. Evan tells me that traditionally, the Cantonese hate the Fukien and vice versa. Science. NOTHING WORTH MENTIONING!!!!!!!!! P.E., we go downstairs and begin practicing the stances and all that. We've got a skill test next week, which i shall practice/study for. But that isn't the most interesting part (please, if that's interesting for anyone, then you can just tie me up in a straight jacket and send me to work at the funny farm). Here's what happened: Mr. David Lay, our P.E. instructor, had just given us permission to dress up and leave, when... Me: Can you speak fluent Japanese? (well hey, he's a Karate instructor, so I thought he might). Him: No. Me: Can you speak Cantonese? (Because the way he spoke English reminded me VERY much of how Auntie Angie talks) Him: Cantonese? Um... hou, hou. YESSSS!!!!!!!!! HE SPEAKS FRICKIN CANTONESE!!!!!!! Turns out, he's full-blooded Canto, and when he and his Karate peers went to Macau, they made him translate Cantonese for them. Coolness!!!!! Anyhoo, he explains that the Cantonese don't like to marry outside of their native "race". Insert what Evan said at lunch here. I tell him, "But I'm half Cantonese, half-Fukien!" He asks "You can speak Cantonese?" "Of course." He says something. "I go, sorry, ngo mh sek gon dong wa. I'm still learning." "You're still learning?" "Yeah." So, i dress, and when i finish, i go over to him and point at Nicky. "Keuih hai sek gon dong wa. Nei tong keuih gong." "Bin go, a?" "Nicky. Keuih hai heung gong yahn." "Ah, heong gong yahn." Yeah. So there! Then, when i get upstairs, the doors to the classrooms were all locked, so i could do NOTHING BUT FRICKIN WAIT FOR TEN MINUTES!!!!!!! Much later, the doors are opened, and when i get in, i quickly grab my stuff and exit, running up the stairs to the fifth floor to the Peer Counseling Society thingy. I'm barely in when we begin with the prayer, and then sit and do the activity. Each one of us is given a piece of paper with a letter in it. The moderators recite a sentence with a blank, and we fill in the missing word by putting the letters together to form it. We won thrice in a row, leaving them with zero points. Until Mr. Young, taking pity on the losing group, said it was worth four points. Mr. Lacon or someone else says just to make it three, para may tie. We do so. It's a tie. (Frickit! No, that's not a word!) We study Psychology... the basics, that is. I'd already studied this stuff (except the "What is a counselor" part, which i think they just made up to fit the needs of the counselor's society. Plus, counseling is spelt with one L. weird noh? So after that, I ask Mr. Young if i still ought to make the essay that they were gonna pluck grades from, and i decide (before he can answer) that I should and will. Thus, we plan out that I'm gonna get the questions tomorrow. After the firedrill that I wasn't supposed to know about but he let slip. Then, of course, the question that we'd all been wondering about, waiting to ask. Or, that I had. I walk up to him again, and lean against a table before saying: "What happens now?" He got what I meant and replied, "Wala, parang noon." Um... not really specific. When noon, yesterday? The other day? Before you came to Xavier? Before our little situation? So I leave, and as I get in the car, I turn on the iPod and play Aaron Lines. It was played at random, and I was a tad surprised. But then, good came out of it after all. First, I selected Turn It Up, then without my changing it, it became You Get The Picture, then Waitin' On The Wonderful (!!!!) and as I wished it through the song, it became I Can't Live Without Your Love (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and then What Beautiful is... perfect song choice. And this was on Random! Well, got home, doing this. I'm happy now. I also have to go. But before I do, I'll leave you with the song that'd been stuck in my head all morning long. I Love You by Martina McBride Yeah... The sun is shining everyday Clouds never get in the way for you and me I've known you just a week or two But baby I'm so into you, can hardly breathe And I'm in, so totally wrapped up Emotionally attracted So physically active so recklessly I need you so desperately Sure as the sky is blue Baby I love you I love you I never knew that I could feel like this Can hardly wait til our next kiss You're so cool If I'm dreaming please don't wake me up 'Cause baby I can't get enough of what you do And I'm in so electrically charged up Kinetically active Erratically need you Fanatically, you get to me magically Sure as the sky is blue Baby I love you I can't believe That this is real The way I feel Baby, I've gone head over heels And I'm in so totally wrapped up Emotionally attracted So physically active So recklessly I need you so desperately Sure as the sky is blue, yeah And I'm in so electrically charged up Kinetically active Erratically need you Fanatically you get to me magically Sure as the sky is blue Baby I love you Baby I love you Do you love me too? 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August 9th, 2005
Tuesday of Weirdness POSTED AT 10:31 AM One Day You Will by Martina McBride was haunting me, but not stuck in my head. I wanted it to be, but it wasn't. So this morning, I printed out the lyrics, and marched off to school with it. So obsessed was I that the night before, i realized that it was actually a God song. God was talking to the humans. It just snapped when i heard "I am timeless, I am patient, I'm beside you and above." It was beautiful, to have made such a realization. SO, I tell Bro. Haw that I wanted to suggest a song for First Friday Unplugged (as he was the moderator). I hand him the lyrics, and point out the religious undertones (or overtones, in this case), and he agrees (mostly after finding out it's by Martina McBride, because it's "tamang tama, mga babae yung theme for next Friday Unplugged"). I'm supposed to give him a copy of the song at lunch, and I did. Then I go bother Lao Shi and just when i do, crowds of people start flocking to me. Word. I teach her Shanghainesey stuff, etc... And then! At dismissal! I'm supposed to lend Evan my Science notes, and xerox chinese. But Pagu becomes as assholic as usual. So I decide not to (to stand in his presence for any amount of time is suicide), and go upstairs, drop my stuff outside the GC's office, and sit, studying notes. Paolo (Segovia) says hi, we chat, he leaves. I go to Mr. Young, realizing that I have to arm him with SOME knowledge of what Evan enjoys so he's not dead. I tell him things, and Mr. Young says kinakabahan daw siya. Well, this is the second time I've rushed into his office breathless and rushy. Me: Henry told me, "You must bring me to meet Mr. Young sometime." Him: Bakit? Did you tell them about me? Me: Well, I have a blog, you know. Him: *frantic gesticulation* Ah! Give me the . . . Me: Never! Nope, nope, never. Evan comes along and I tell him stuff about Mr. Young so that he has something to say if conversation should run dry. I also tell him not to tell Mr. Young anything about my blog. WHICH REMINDS ME!!!!!!! IF YOU, MR. YOUNG, ARE READING THIS RIGHT NOW, CLICK THE X BUTTON. YOU WILL NOT LIKE WHAT YOU WILL SEE IN THE FUTURE. Just in case he manipulated Evan in some way, or some weird crap happens. Anyhoo, they talk on, and Mr. Young insists that I stay for the first part. I start talking about files in the office, and Evan starts wigging out, and Mr. Young explains it, and it's all fine. I give em a bag of laughs until I have to go, then walk out. Not there! I go back and bother them, then sit down quietly. Overhear some talk, then i quietly slip out to see the car there. |
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August 10th, 2005
Week-long Wednesdays POSTED AT 10:20 AM I won't even bother to expound. It's all just insane. Anyway, I have made a resolution to myself: each time I see Mr. Aragon, I will jab him in the shoulder with whatever sharp, pointy instrument I have on hand (be it a pen, the corner of a plastic folder... NOT WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE THINKING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (i've also made a resolution to bring sharp pointy objects everyhwere I go) and go "Cooooommmmeeeee baaaaacccckkk . . ." He'll laugh, of course, but hey, that's what I'm here for. Yes, I know it won't do any good, the school isn't gonna ship Mr. Perez off to France again just so we can have Mr. Aragon... but I do believe that Mr. Aragon ought to be our advanced teacher... Mr. Perez, maybe High One or High Three. Haaaaaaaay. Apparently, yet again, and not surprisingly, Mr. Young and I had another misunderstanding. Hmm... and something that happened at lunch. I knew no other time to give him my paper, as I thought i'd be at the make up essay directly after the last subject. Turns out, Arellano and all the other "regulars" were at his office, and were being, as usual, large asses. They locked/closed the door, when Ms. Pusta had explicitly told Mr. Young that they weren't supposed to. Now either Mr. Young forgot, Ms. Pusta wasn't there, or they did without him knowing. Probably all. Anyhoo, so they did the stupid shit, and I bumped into the shoes of someone who was lying on the couch, and I had the strange urge to step on his stupid boots, probably simultaenously cracking his ankles and incapacitating him from walking normally for the rest of the week, just to show him how to sit straight. So I hand in the stupid paper, and then see, who else, but of course--Anton. And he goes "Ba't di ka na naka long sleeves?" And of course, what else do you expect? I slam the fucking door on his face with a rolling of the eyes probably only visible to Mr. Young. Why, again, does he fucking stand them? Right. He's the guidance counselor. Shudder. I can face a whole throng of orcs, but i cannot stand one room full of those... pieces of scum! My mind replayed over and over scenes of me swearing at them in Cantonese and Mandarin (alternatingly) before a battle axe materialized in my hand and I cleanly sliced their heads off. So to all you pieces of shit, i would just like to say: Fuck you, and go to hell. |
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August 11th, 2005
Thursdays Like These POSTED AT 11:16 AM The weekend needs to come. Now!!! I love chips. Yes, I'm eating chips right now. I want to sleep from nine to eight and study Cantonese all day, and do my Chinese journals (which have become endearing rather than annoying; a break more than a burden), and chat with Jackie and Christian like old times, and harp on Mr. Young about his working on Saturdays, and bother Andrew and Alex with little Cantonese factoids, and sleep! But no, life is not to be so. I wake up at five thirty daily, cannot at all study my favorite language in the world, i'm done with my journal, i cannot chat with Jackie (she's rarely ever online) or Christian (who is in the hospital with dengue, please pray for his speedy return to full health), i cannot harp on Mr. Young because HE's hardly ever online either, and Andrew and Alex aren't interesting in learning, and i can't sleep!!!!!!!! Haay... the lowdown: Today was... weird. I was debating between bringing Henry to Mr. Young (to get the blanged thing over with) and not (as he'd just met Evan a few days back. Oh! I still haven't asked either of them how it went. And I won't, either). Hmm... The morning was crap. I was angsting over Chinese the whole day too, more so than bring Henry to GC or not... All the way til noon, when suddenly, Evan mentions that we're gonna have... MS. DEMI TIEN AS OUR PROCTOR!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, THAT'S RIGHT PEOPLE! PORN GODDESS EXTRAORDINAIRE, OUR PROCTOR!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS TOO CREEPY!!!!!!!!!!! Anyhoo, during lunch, as always, Lao Shi is there. We're all talking normally about stuff when she comes over, and i make stuff up about Henry asking what Kei Sat meant, and I actually spoke in coherent Cantonese. Lao Shi, of course, would not hear of it, and so, I finally decided to bother her in Mandarin. Til C.L.E., and of course, we were bored out of our minds, and Chinese, where all of it came..finally... And Alex, my brother, Alex, yes, started talking to Demi and the other one... Yue Lao Shi... So, we're brought to the Canteen for the oral exam, and Alex comments that I'm his brother (like that's anything to be proud of. Yes, I mean that both him to me and me to him), and Demi asks who, and Evan, of all people, would be the one to give it away. I would have yelled "Heuih sei la, lei!" to him, but Lao Shi said she'd give me a greenslip if i said it one more time. So meh. Anyhoo, she tells me that it makes sense we were siblings, because she knows he can speak Cantonese. Now this is big news to me, because I taught him everything he frickin knows about Cantonese! So I say: "Wo jiao ta zen me shuo la! Ta zhi hui shuo yi ge ju zi: "Nei gong mat lan ye, a?" Yi si shi "ni shuo shen me ben de dong si, a?" " Henry laughs, and we arrive. We start reviewing, and then she takes away our papers. We start the thing, and it ends mercifully quick. If thirty minutes is merciful, or quick. We finish, and Ms. Tien (who Evan and Henry insist on calling Ms. Fields) tells me that Alex kept saying that she was short, when he wasn't even very tall himself. I say it's because he's insecure, she laughs. LOLNESS. So we get back to the classroom and Henry and I imagine how she disciplines the class. Here's how it went: She stands in front of everyone. "Tong xue men, ni men ke yi an jing i dian ma?" No one minds her. "An jing i dianr!" No one minds her. "An jing!" *hand pulls some part of cleavage open* Everyone shuts up. OR "Ni men ke yi an jing ma?" *puts hands on table and leans forward... exposing... areas...* Everyone keeps quiet. So we go to Filipino, where i am bored to hell!!!!!!!! Then, go homey time! Rody ain't there, so I drag Henry up to see Mr. Young (yes, I decided to after all) and as we're talking about how it's gonna go, (according to Henry: "Hi!" "Hi." "Bye." "Bye.") just as we get to the top floor, I turn to see.. Mr. Young! Behind us. Him: Allen... Me: Hi! *turn Henry around* Behind.. behind... behind... We approach. Me: Mr. Young, this is Henry! Henry, Mr. Young! He waves. Henry says hi. Me: Can you talk now, or bukas nalang? Him: Bukas nalang. Because we're (Mr. Lacon and him) going to Mrs. Abad pa to give her your grades. *waves a piece of paper in front of me* Haha! Your grades! I have your grades! I don't know how I was supposed to react to that, but... Me: Okay. Bukas nalang. Byee. Henry and he "bye" each other, and Henry and I leave, as Mr. Lacon and Young get into the elevator. Henry: I was right. LOL. We go downstairs, to the workroom area, and see... Mr. Young and Mr. Lacon. Wordlessly, we pass each other, and I tell Henry: Wanna stalk? Henry: Sure... We follow, they see us, we pretend we're going to my brother's. Hehe. We get there, and just when we make a break for it, they come out. Ridiculous i tell you. Good thing I'm fluent in alibis. Me: Oh hello. Mr. Young: Saan kayo pupunta? Me: Away. Henry and I make another break for it, and we get to the workroom, then go uuuuppp... to the Guidance Counselor's office AGAIN. But Mr. Young ain't there. So we're about to go, when my gut tells me to check Mr. Lacon... I do... and lo and behold.. they're both there. So I drag Henry inside, and show him the University of Melbourne. My favorite. Anyhoo, Mr. Young suddenly appears (i thought I'd have time to bother Henry about Melbourne before Mr. Young appeared), and we start talking. We keep talking, and I go to Mr. Lacon's and talk about suggesting songs, and Mr. Young goes and begins speaking to me, and I excuse myself. Mr. Young and I then chatter about the Peer Counseling Society, and he tells me that we might be organizing all the social interactions. Uh-oh... I'm shocked. Til now. We go on, and with the help of Henry's side comments, get through laughing and light-hearted. Return to Mr. Lacon's (my entries are getting very Cath-y, aren't they?) and we talk on about him singing. He starts singing and boy has he got the lungs for it. I suggest he go for Unplugged. He wigs out. I bother him some more. Henry and I decide to leave after a few minutes of mindless blather. Especially after making a deal with Mr. Young to talk to Henry, and telling Mr. Lacon to sign up for Unplugged, and Mr. Young too, i leave. Wheeeeee. Charmed blather: If Phoebe went to Hong Kong with Jason, and she studied Chinese there, then the brand of Chinese she'd've learned woulda been Cantonese, and we'd've heard some on the show. INSTEAD, she learned Mandarin, from a dictionary, in FRICKIN HONG KONG!!!!!!! Not only is this weird, because the Hong Kongers are in some kind of hate-hate-denial relationship with the rest of Mainland, but also because they abhor Mandarin, and speak Cantonese exclusively in Hong Kong. How, in God's name, would Phoebe learn to say Goodbye and Dream On in Mandarin, in HONG KONG???? And zai jian shoulda been zoi gin! Urgh. Imprecisions of the show. 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August 12th, 2005
Freedom Fridays POSTED AT 01:09 PM Long Day Comin' by Hal Ketchum Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ Your mama will be callin’, that old rooster will crow Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ You should have been sleepin’ a long time ago There are certain things in life That do not go the way we plan them There are mysteries to Love You’re too young to understand them These are not tears Just smoke in my eyes Smoke from the bridges I’m burning tonight Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ Your mama will be callin’, that old rooster will crow Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ You should have been sleepin’ a long time ago Guess it’s time to say goodnight I’ve sung you every song I know Let me stand and watch you dream One more time before I go Tomorrow you’ll wake And you’ll wonder why There’s so many miles Between you and I Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ Your mama will be callin’, that old rooster will crow Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ You should have been sleepin’ a long time ago Close your eyes, you’ve got a long day comin’ You should have been sleepin’ a long time ago ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, on with life! Read on, ye... I awoke at four, and decided to rest a bit more. I awoke again to the sound of mom annoying Andrew. I got up and did the final printing of the Social Science Webquest activity. Also, I finished English in about four minutes. Get to school. Do hw. Fail Math. Again. Crappit. Urgh, i wait for the day to pass, but my wistful drifting is ended abruptly at Lunch, when I start talking to Lance Tan. He's seriously one of the deepest thinkers I know. One of the smartest, wittiest, most creative people. He even remembered our first meeting... I will forever hold the things I learned from him today. All his ideas, i understand them, and he understands mine. Like Kenn, but Kenn's understanding of my guni-guni is on a much different level. Second break--lunch. The whole day was uphill from there. I see this Chinese teacher person. On a Cantonese Chinese-teacher spree I had before, I'd asked him if he spoke. He was horrified, shaking his head violently, going "Bu hui, bu hui!!!" I thought he had issues with Cantonese. Yes, this is the fascinating-Chinese-teacher-person-for-the-entry. Last time, we had the Porn Star Goddess, and even further back, I wasted several entries, and much of your time, blathering on Cantonese-r Hua Qiao Hazel Wong. Well, now it's this guy that I do not know the name of, but his moniker is Deng Lao Shi. New guy. Beijing-er (I never thought I'd ACTUALLY meet one!!!). Teaches 3-FGH, speaks a bit of Shanghainese (lived there for a year), graduated BA Economics. Coolness! Our conversation began like this: Me: Are you Taiwanese? Him: No. I'm from mainland (he said "da lu", and it didn't register (yes, I am aware that my Chinese sucks) so I turned to Henry and he simply said "mainland"). Me: Ah. Him: Beijing. So I sit beside him, and Henry beside me, and we talk about Beijing, Shanghai, why Xaverians suck (I brought the topic up, thank you!), my Chinese speaking ability, the languages I speak, Shanghainese (he spoke to us a little bit), Hong Kong programs dubbed in Putonghua in Beijing, what I wanted to take up in College, what books he likes to read, sports, Cantonese (YES!!!!!!!!! FUCKING YESS!!!!!!!!!!!! HE AGREES CANTONESE SOUNDS NICE TO THE EAR!!!!!!!!!!!! EFFING YESSS!!!!!!!!!!!!) Then near the end, he just left as did we. He reminds me of Pohan when he walks, but he ain't as dumb, or stupid, or rude. After I mention this to Henry, we proceed to talk about the amount of area his brain would fill (i said egg cup.... Henry says a tea cup, I say espresso cup, he says shot glass. I finally settle it with cell (as in, the things we're made of), and he agrees). Dismissal. Free from the clutches of Soc. Sci. (where I very badly messed up), and drop my stuff off. Henry intercepts me, and we agree to go to Mr. Young's. We go. Mr. Young has to go to some meeting thing with Ms. Pusta (directly after Mr. Lacon) and we do nothing for the next hour or so. Mr. Young and Henry finally start talking, and feeling a bit... i dunno, tired? Bored? I go over to Mr. Lacon's. I noticed something: Mr. Young seems to come to talk to me ONLY when I go to see Mr. Lacon... seems like jealousy or something... I DON'T EVEN WANNA ANALYZE IT. No, Jackie, Ienne, bad. BAD!!!! We talk about home, rain, life, music, school, computers, life, psychology (Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Young), his plans, Mr. Young, his students... much, much more. As he prepares to give me his email address, there's a power outage that lasts for three seconds. Mr. Lacon: Ay fuck! I burst out laughing! He ends up apologizing for the little four letter word he let slip, and I say that it's fine. I m'self am like that sometimes... (can you say "poke"?) Anyhwey (misspelt on purpose), we both leave and go to Mr. Young's, talk a bit, and i do my last minute reminders for the two counselors (Mr. Lacon-->>"Sign up for unplugged, hah?" Mr. Young-->>"Kaw rin!") And I walk on home, waving goodbye as the door swings shut and . . . |
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August 13th, 2005
Waitin' On The Wonderful POSTED AT 12:05 AM The images were horrid and choppy on the screen (mostly thanks to my wonderful dial-up connection) and everything was normal at first, but then, suddenly, the video started moving normally, and that's when the old feeling hit me again. That old Canada-Is-Beautiful feeling, and before I knew it, I was missing it already. And i remember why this video touched me in the first place... now the song alone can never conjure up the same effect, but it's so beautiful... So i just sat there.... dumb-founded... loving and missing all over again. Six months, Canada. Six. Months. More. |
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August 13th, 2005
Old Conversations POSTED AT 10:15 AM I will share some of it with you, but take not, this is shallow humor. You have to be in a hopping, giddy mood (ala Jackie at any time) to be able to appreciate any of this. If you're not, then this ain't gonna do much for you. You have been warned. Do not complain if you come out feeling sad at the corniness of the world. Christian Ang (2/7/2005 9:52:20 AM): health... how now brown cow? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:53:58 AM): Mark? Christian Ang (2/7/2005 9:54:01 AM): i have cotton... and i can get bandages.... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:54:06 AM): mark ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:54:16 AM): !!!!!!!!!!! Christian Ang (2/7/2005 9:54:24 AM): .... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:54:45 AM): buzz button... buzz button... buzz... buzz... Evan Chen (2/7/2005 9:55:09 AM): . . . Christian Ang (2/7/2005 9:55:12 AM): ...... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:17 AM): MMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:20 AM): someone ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:21 AM): please ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:23 AM): bug him ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:28 AM): he's got the full list Mark Tan (2/7/2005 9:55:28 AM): I think we have lip balm and sunscreen ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:32 AM): THERE!!!!!!!!!!! ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:33 AM): okay ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:55:37 AM): delegate Mark Tan (2/7/2005 9:55:46 AM): Why me??? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:56:25 AM): cos you're the smartest one ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:56:30 AM): and have this military-mind ish thing ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:56:33 AM): and the most resourceful ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:56:34 AM): and ... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 9:56:36 AM): yeah Christian Ang (2/7/2005 9:56:37 AM): ........ ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:00:41 AM): as long as the brand is PARACETAMOL ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:00:46 AM): the generic one Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:00:55 AM): generic name not brand. . . ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:03:46 AM): Hydrogen Peroxide is for cuts ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:03:48 AM): and scrapes ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:03:49 AM): it stings Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:03:59 AM): yeap! ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:04:01 AM): and causes the wound to bubble and it sucks the pus out ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:04:01 AM): and ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:04:03 AM): yeah ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:04:06 AM): it cleans the wound Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:04:11 AM): basta, stop talking bout what we need, start assigning... Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:05:07 AM): ok who has sterile gauzes? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:05:16 AM): ... Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:05:38 AM): .... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:05:45 AM): ..... Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:05:47 AM): i have gauzes, but i dunno bout STERILE gauzes Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:10:28 AM): I'll ask if i can bring the fast ear thingy Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:12:57 AM): Does anyone have cold packs? Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:13:16 AM): ... Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:13:35 AM): nope ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:13:38 AM): cold packs ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:13:46 AM): how are you gonna preserve those? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:14:39 AM): the ice will melt sometime Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:14:42 AM): .... Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:14:49 AM): bring a wireless freezer? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:15:08 AM): ... Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:15:08 AM): we do need some ice for ICES but i don't know how we can preserve them ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:15:22 AM): welll ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:15:24 AM): get a cooler Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:15:51 AM): we'll use a cooler as our first aid kit? Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:15:54 AM): . . Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:15:57 AM): ..... Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:16:33 AM): do those packs really need to be frozen ? Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:16:36 AM): Never mind, let's just get a pack and not fill it up with cold water ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:16:49 AM): how's that gonna help? Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:23:23 AM): Do we need safety pins and amonia inhalants? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:23:42 AM): I have no idea why we'd need those Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:24:08 AM): ?..... Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:24:13 AM): first aid. . . if someone faints Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:24:21 AM): Safety pins to hold dressings in place Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:24:34 AM): ... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:24:39 AM): we can do that with our fingers Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:25:06 AM): ok Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:25:12 AM): . . forever? Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:25:14 AM): .... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:25:19 AM): forever? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:25:22 AM): forever what? Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:25:46 AM): ... u cant hold it in place all the time... ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:26:01 AM): there's tape too Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:26:02 AM): .... Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:26:27 AM): ok.. Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:26:50 AM): I'll get medical tape for that ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:27:23 AM): that's good ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:27:24 AM): okay ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:27:29 AM): and I have this thing with pins ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:27:36 AM): fear of being pricked maybe? Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:28:04 AM): .... Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:28:09 AM): pin-o-phobia ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:28:12 AM): right ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:28:13 AM): hahaha ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:28:16 AM): ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:28:25 AM): thermometers? Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:28:51 AM): thermometer-o-phobia.. Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:31:38 AM): Do we need slt tablets (for hot days it says in the list)? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:31:47 AM): .. ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:31:49 AM): don't think so ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:31:53 AM): we have water and gatorade Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:32:15 AM): Eyewash? ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:32:25 AM): yeah ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:32:28 AM): that's necessary Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:32:32 AM): we might need it ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:32:39 AM): well, actually ecclesiastical_aver (2/7/2005 10:32:40 AM): it depends on what you're gonna wash out of your eye Christian Ang (2/7/2005 10:34:34 AM): ..... Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:49:35 AM): Who has anti-bacterial soap and ointment Evan Chen (2/7/2005 10:50:30 AM): what kind of ointment? Mark Tan (2/7/2005 10:50:40 AM): antibacterial |
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August 15th, 2005
Mired In A Monday POSTED AT 10:44 AM We were supposed to be talking about my thesis. He was surprised (well you know, I'm not in College yet). I'm so sick of school. Math, Filipino, C.L.E., Science, English... they're all hell subjects. The only escape I have is Chinese, and sometimes Soc. Sci. Oh and Club. And P.E. Let all that frustration out in a kick-ass sport. Mr. Young has an interesting family history. I need to talk to Mr. Lacon about Psychology. I need to just... have fun! I can't take school! Mrs. Vasquez has become considerably kinder, Mrs. Bague considerably more complicated (MATH!!!!!!!!!), Bro. Haw, more interesting (he just told me a little shocker of a secret that makes me feel guilty now), Ms. Espiritu and Mr. Perez the same (as boring/annoying as ever). I told Mr. Aragon "Come back" four times today! Evan almost slipped eight times today! He Lao Shi is still cool! I seriously need to talk to Mr. Young and Mr. Lacon! Dammit! I swear, if Ms. Pusta even DARES to... I'm going to talk to her. She can't. She won't. |
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August 15th, 2005
Chasing Liberty POSTED AT 12:52 PM |
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August 16th, 2005
DAMN!!! POSTED AT 06:41 AM I'm so head-over-heels kasi eh. Anyhoo... the school part of the day ended pretty well, save for that I was unable to clarify with Mr. Young. Raffy and I were talking. Henry's got So Close and will view it. I'm sleep and tired but so alive. I don't feel like studying. Go to hell, QT's, back from whence you came. Listening to: Breakdown by Mariah Carey |
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August 17th, 2005
Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhddd POSTED AT 11:49 AM -Having or showing a hatred or disgust of women Misogyny; Misogynist Things on the outside have been influencing my emotions too much. It's getting to be very peeving that every little thing that happens to me has some annoying repercussions with regards to my mood. Charmed is going to end after this season. I'm sad and depressed. How do I know it will? I can feel it. I just... i don't want it to end. I'm so in love with the show, but I cannot deny reality. And again, mood is influenced by outside. Mr. Young isn't going to be here next year. Ms. Pusta's going to not like him and send him away. But Mr. Rivera and Mr. Lacon will be here. That much, I know. I can feel it. Everything is crappy. High three isn't going to be the best year of my life. Thank God he doesn't have this address. He might flay me alive if he did. You think I'm just being paranoid. I think I am too. But there is the gut feeling that's indescribable. I just . . . know. First Day of QTs. Thankful that it's over. The exhilaration's gone. Just have to work through all of this now. Spoke to Christian, and Mr. Young today. Yeah. That's all I care to mention. Ran out of internet at noon. I was reading Gilmore Girls again, and was laughing my head off. Yeah, easily influenced here. I am feeling foreboding about Math, but not really afraid. More of certain that I will do bad, but have accepted it. Review class tomorrow. Mrs/Ms. Mupas. Special Room three. I'm so sad. I'm so tired. I can't stand Soc. Sci. Asian Economics sucks. Government sucks. I wanna study Hinduism. I wanna study Psychology. I want Canada. I wanna memorize the stupid Cantonese lines already, and then move on to Shanghainese. I wish I weren't so lazy. No, I rescind that. I wish schoolwork were more interesting. It's not that I'm lazy, but it's not like I'm the most hardworking student. I'll do something if it's interesting. That's why I can't bring myself to study. Hmm... This entry lacks the flavor and individuality of some of my other entries. Exported music from Andrew/Alex's comp to mine. Listening to Marion Raven's In Spite of Me. Later, it'll be At The End of the Day. I want to just... sleep. So love, grant me ever peace For bittersweet's meaning is upon me And I don't think I can cope Life will crush me with woe And the sweet scent that haunts me Belongs to the one my heart belongs to In that place Breathing becomes deeper Rest comes hard Work is constant But in the end, I can not decide whether to thank or hate. |
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August 18th, 2005
A Bubbly Entry for a Change POSTED AT 06:11 AM See, all these beautiful things have been happening and I feel I've been holding back for too long. First thing I need to get off my chest, AARON LINES' NEW   ALBUM, "WAITIN' ON THE WONDERFUL", COMING OUT ON THE SIXTH (6TH) OF SEPTEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!OH MY FRICKIN GOD!!!!!!!!!! I'M ECSTATIC!!!!!!!!! HEAVEN DESCEND UPON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY! IT'S FINALLY COMING OUT!!! TRACKS INCLUDED ARE AS FOLLOWS: Waitin' on the Wonderful (of course) It Takes A Man The American Way Twenty Years Late Lights of My Hometown Lovers on the Run Seeing Things I Wanna Be That Man Good Liar Dance to the Radio If I Could Do It All Again Second thing I have to get off my chest, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING WHAT DO YOU WANT? THAT'S FOR X. Third thing, for Y. Just change all the male-gender words to female. I Ain't Goin' Nowhere by Martina McBride When the world is on your shoulders Just too much to bear Boy, my love can make you stronger I ain't going nowhere When your followin' all the rules But life just won't play fair Come to me and we'll roll with the punches I ain't goin' no where By your side by your side day and night I will be always There's a place in my heart in my heart Just for you always I ain't going nowhere I ain't going nowhere I can't guarantee that your dreams Won't fade into thin air But as sure as I'm livin', breathin' I ain't going nowhere By your side by your side day and night I will be always There's a place in my heart in my heart Just for you always I ain't going nowhere I ain't going nowhere But straight to you No one else will do My love will shine right though your rain I will lift you up, I will lift you up I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't goin' nowhere Fourth thing, for got to mention it yesterday: I brought Mr. Young and Christian to see Mr. Young, right? Well, here's a transcript of what happened: Mr. Young: Shet! Ang lakas! Christian: *grunt* *force* Mr. Young: AAAAHHHH!!!! Ayaw ko na!!!! Ang sakit!!!! *reclaims lead* Christian: Dammit! *force* Mr. Young: Aaaahh... shet ang lakas.... *slump* AND YOU WANNA GUESS WHAT THEY WERE DOING????? ... ... FREAKING ARM WRESTLING!!! ... Sos. Yeah. I told Henry, Raphie and JV about this kanina... all those connotations of gay sex you were thinking (oh, c'mon, admit it....)? Yeah. They thought of them too. Fifth thing: You know the reason formal English is so confusing these days? Because abbreviations have been made for normal speech. Like "is not" and "was not" are abbreviated to "ain't". Yeah. Sixth thing, QTs will sooooon be over. Just Math tomorrow, which Mrs. Bague has helped me prepare for, and Filipino, and the mass, and ... FREEDOM!!!!!!!! I have not felt sweet freedom in ages... I need this weekend of homeworkless bliss... So there you go. |
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August 19th, 2005
Deliverance POSTED AT 11:43 AM I get a full two days without any homework. Life is good to me at this time. Forget problems. ... I miss you. I miss you, you know that? |
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August 19th, 2005
Movie, Movie, Bitter Death POSTED AT 11:31 PM And here are my reviews: A World Without Thieves (Tian1 Xia4 Wu2 Zei2. Forgive that I cannot put the diacritical marks). This movie rocked. The first part was rather lame. I hated the fact that there was rape scenes in the beginning, but the rest of the movie came out perfectly. Henry was right, the fight scenes were cool. The way they protected each other despite being opponents was cool. Ending was torturously sad though. She kept eating... and eating... and eating... But then, that's comfort food for women. Painful. Horribly painful end. But the most intriguing part was that the little kid in red didn't even know anything was going on. Still, the way he died... Ugh. House of Flying Daggers (Shi2 Mian4 Mai2 Fu) One of the greatest movies I'd ever seen... until the end. The views were breathtaking, the scenes and choreography were all done well... The dialogue was a tad dry though... but the actors and actresses carried out their parts perfectly. The dance was cool, the storyline was cool.. and everything should've ended with them escaping after the whole sex scene (finally, though!). But no, Andy Lau had to be the stupid jealous ex-lover, and now, she's dead! Just great. The fight scene between the soldiers and the two lovers, Jin and the Xiao Mei, was cool too. And the way the "daggers" all hit everyone and flew around any obstacles was cool. But the ending... my god. Unforgivable. |
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August 20th, 2005
Who I Am POSTED AT 01:43 PM In his blog, everything was in Filipino. And again, I felt that twang of guilt at not writing my blog in Filipino, though I am a dead-serious nationalist. (yes, listen up, faithful readers, i am making history here. I feel GUILTY about not writing in Filipino) It's because I don't like reading it. I could live with writing it, but I cannot bring myself to appreciate reading it. There's just something about it. I don't like it. So that's when I realized how two people could be different, but alike. Brother Haw and Me, we're both Chinese-Filipinos. He loves his language, as do I. But he loves his language faithfully. I love Filipino to the same level as Cantonese, Mandarin, and others. Despite that he is more faithful to the language, he is the Chinese Citizen in the Philippines. I am the Filipino citizen. This is the guilt I'm talking about. We would both give up our lives for the Philippines in the blink of an eye. Not a second thought. But he would do it because he loves it for what it is. I love it for what it stands for in my life. Meaning that it could be that with any other country as well. But for him, if he were exposed to two countries, he would choose the Philippines. He's gonna be ordained in give or take five years. I'll be in Canada. Unless a twist of fate leaves me here. This is what talking to him has achieved. I believe in fate leading me about, instead of me seizing it and wringing its neck before it submits to my wishes. I desperately need to talk to Mr. Young about shit. It's become something of a staple to talk to him about problems, but at the same time, guilt is consuming me. It's supposed to be me drawing out his problems. But instead, I don't think i could stand it if i didn't tell him. He's the one that gives the good advice. This sucks. Why do I trust him over the other people? Because it's his profession to help people like me, bothered with tiny problems? Christ, I'm shallow. And I wanna explore this newly-deepened friendship I have with Mr. Lacon. Plus, I think I wanna help him with his problems too. Yeah. I think it's that Mr. Young and I, we know lots about each other now, and we're in the comfortable-friends-that-talk-about-light-fluffy-stuff stage, and bringing up problems would probably make it stale. But with Mr. Lacon, I have every opportunity to draw out all of his problems, all his issues, and set them right before we settle into the comfortable-friends-etcetera stage. Maybe Mr. Young didn't have any problems that I could help with. It's different with Brother Haw. Nothing at all like Mr. Young and Mr. Lacon. With Brother Haw, it's completely professional. That's it. He controls my grades. That's exactly why it can't be full-blown-friends. Anything I do can affect how he sees me. If I compliment him, he'll think I'm buttering up. If I insult him, then duh. But Mr. Young and Mr. Lacon, we're really friends. We were friends before we were mentors-student. That's why/how we got so close. When Brother Haw leaves Xavier (he will. He's gonna be a priest soon...), I sense that there will still be the me-respect-him-like-a-teacher thing, but it'll be more personal. And I don't care if you think this is gay. Thank God it's nine forty one. I have an excuse to sleep. Goodnight, guys. Listening to: Long Day Comin' by Hal Ketchum... theme song of mine with Y |
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August 21st, 2005
The Laugh POSTED AT 04:12 AM Tantalizing. Mirthful. Full. It's beautiful, that laugh. How, after a sentence that Y supposedly found funny, the laugh would follow. We stumble on our ex-loves even as we expunge them from our consciousness. |
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August 21st, 2005
Hooked POSTED AT 04:24 AM |
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August 22nd, 2005
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah POSTED AT 09:18 AM But it was a lousy day. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was a lousy day. Got super low in my QTs. Got super low in Math. Furthermore, P.E. was all weird. We learned just two techniques. At least two people now know that the other speaks Cantonese, and will begin conversing to each other in that language. Club was weirder. Too much weirdness, but at least we were able to elect the officers. Next week, we'll officially start our lectures. I can't believe it. First day back, and we have homework already. Evil, this world. OH!!!!!!!! BUT I'M STAYING IN CHINESE ADVANCED!!!!!! Thank you, Lao Shi! And so is a lot of other people!!! But some people are leaving. You all suck, you quitters. |
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August 23rd, 2005
TOO MUCH POSTED AT 10:59 AM I can't take it. I'm being driven insane. I hate school. I can't stand Science. I live only for Chinese and C.L.E.... I'm afraid of Soc. Sci. I'm afraid of Math. I am horrified at the prospect of Filipino. I don't want Brother Haw to go. I want Mr. Young and Mr. Lacon to stay. I hope Ms. Pusta stays nice. I need to talk about my thesis. I want chips. Yes, it deteriorates as it progresses, but i don't care. I'm losing my mind. 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 Well, that's not all true, but still. Okay! An update on actual life! I had been stripped of internet these past two days, and am making up for it. I have resumed writing Saving Private Ryan, and will resume Behind The Lines and Animus sometime. I have been memorizing Taishanese. I will learn to converse with dad in Taishanese. I must. I must. I MUST!!! I spoke again with Mr. Young. It's been a while, I guess. I keep reminding him, but he won't take me seriously. At least life is looking up for him. My friendship with Mr. Lacon is deeper now. He revealed to me some problems (well, some he didn't reveal to me)... I helped him, sort of. Lastly, my friends rock. Yeah, i've been drifting from Jackie and Kenn and Walter and Gian a tad... because we just... can't communicate much. But i've been getting closer to Henrison and Evan. They rock. They're the best friends anyone could ask for. You guys rock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Forgive me, Y. I did not mean that our friendship meant nothing to me. It's just that with the way things are in your life, you can't really tell between that and the other thing. I did not mean to say that I thought you were insensitive and apathetic when I asked you how you wanted J's death to be like. I did not mean that you're weak and can't handle everything the world's dumping on you. I'm so sorry. Forgive me. |
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August 24th, 2005
Just STOP IT!!! POSTED AT 11:10 AM It's just... everything I do is wrong! This is stupid. And now, everything they're doing is just wrong to me. Aigh. Anyhoo... I finally got to talk to Mr. Young again... but we weren't able to talk about much, cos the other people only left at 4 plus, and I had to leave at four thirty. Sayang talaga... just when the conversation was beginning to heat up, i had to go. But then, I shouldn't have. Alex was forty five minutes late. Mr. Young showed me a picture of Draco and Harry in bed. It was Lesley's ex pic i think. He's fascinated by it. This is weird. Mr. Lacon was busy.. couldn't talk much... i think i'll bow out till things cool down between him and me. School, also, has been very insane. Too much homework... I don't like it. I don't think classes are a good way of learning Chinese. I don't like my group. Kenn's good, but I don't like the others. I want Henry and Mark and Evan again! Evan's still absent. As Henry said, "Our Cantonese days are over." At least I won't have them the next two quarters. I'm definitely gonna do better this quarter. I need to talk to Mr. Young and finish off this stupid thing. He spotted my How To Read A Person Like A Book book on the coffee table and seized it. Then read it. Crap. He wasn't supposed to read that. It was supposed to be a mysterious beyond-him-ish thing. Crap. At least I'd scared him enough when he saw me talking to Ms. Pusta. Hehe... that was fun. We were talking, and then Ms. Pusta had to give the janitor something... and then she passed Mr. Young on the way to the pantry... and then Mr. Young saw me through her clear glass window... and i smiled back evilly/enigmatically... I bet he freaked. He did. Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I hate school na talaga. Nothing that saves school from being annoying and hate-able. Runaway by Hale I talked to you tonight To sort things out the right Way that we used to be When you were still here with me I wanted you to know If you have loved me so Then why didn’t you let me know Coz I didn’t want to let you go So why don’t you just runaway from here Coz I don’t want you to get hurt By me this way You loved me to the point where I was lost And that I couldn’t catch you there Right there So just runaway Runaway from here Won’t you runaway Runaway from here And I will never know If we could ever go The way that we should be The way that we should be |
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August 25th, 2005
Things Are Not Slowing Down POSTED AT 10:35 AM Math... we crammed eight lessons into two periods. I felt light-headed and dizzy (as well as the rest of the class) after it. Then we had a Science test that could fry brain anytime. If you ever wondered what a crash-course was like, well now you know. School rages on, and even the mid-whirlwind breaks of Examen are not softening or buffering the blast. I'm going mad with school. Math, I hate you. Which reminds me, I ought to look for J.R. Argond... or something like that. Yeah, I've unwittingly given everything to Mr. Young. A book. A testimonial. This blog. Oh Christ, I hope he doesn't kill me. Remember that post multiple months ago about drama in life? It's coming back. Another reason why I hate school. Well thank God I'm home. And Mr. Young, that song I was damning life for? It's Breakdown. |
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August 26th, 2005
Time To End POSTED AT 11:50 AM This weekend is just the thing. I can't wait to just get on with life... I hate having to put it on hold for school. I wish I could just go to school whenever I want and leave whenever I want. I wish we could study Cantonese in school! That would be so cool! Well, actually, I'd want to be the only person being taught Cantonese. So I can learn alone. It's cool when you're the only one who knows how. I want to be fluent. I want to be fluent in both Cantonese and Mandarin. Shanghainese (though a cool concept), can wait. A while ago, in between rambling about Raphie feeling other men up in front of teachers and Ms. Espiritue, magical sleepy powers girl, I met Henry's Kuya. Evan sounds very bad. He ought to have his throat checked. It was like, a semi-sintonado voice, and he wasn't even singing. It really scared me. My classmates aren't taking care of themselves, and soon, they're all gonna be sick. Why must I be the one to bother them to take care of themselves? Don't they know life isn't forever? I kept flashing on that day... The wedding. And Dad's friend, or Aye's friend, I dunno, was trying to talk some Steel-Cold Cantonese Sense into Andrew, and dad was asking "Sek m sek teyang?" Andrew just slowly shook his head with a bewildered look on his face. And the person (a she, though I couldn't remember her name) was saying things so basic, *I* could understand her! And my Cantonese is horrid! Jeez... so Dad called me over, and she started talking to me in FRICKIN HOKKIEN!!!!!!!!! Just cos Andrew couldn't speak Cantonese, doesn't mean she has to use Hokkien to talk to the rest of us! LIKE ME. She was like, "Di m xi hok kien e lang la, di si gon dong yan (yes, she speaks mixed Cantonese-Fukien... like, Cantokien or Fuktonese or something...)" and I said "Gua zai..." It was much later that I realized I should've said what I really felt. I should've told her that I never claimed not to be Cantonese, I never claimed not to have any appreciation or knowledge of my Cantonese(/Taishanese, whatever) heritage, I didn't say that I didn't want to learn Cantonese, and that though I knew I was half-Taishan, I was also half-Hokkien, and I can't just ignore that part of me because in the Philippines, it's more convenient to know Hokkien. But I couldn't say it. How would I say it? My Cantonese was horrid at the time, and if i told her that in Hokkien... well, that'd be horrid too. I just realized that I COULD say it Cantonese... it would have come out like this, sort of: "Ngo mou gong ngo mhai gon dong yan a..." "Ngo ji ngo hai yat bun gon dong yan, bat go, ngo ya hai yat bun Fu Jian ren (yes, it alternates to Mandarin here)." "Ngo mho yi mlei ni go yat bun." "Zoi fei lot ban leoi, gong fuk gin wa bei gon dong wa fong bin." Well... there... I'm tired now, and I still need to talk to Mr. Young and Mr. Lacon... I dunno... something about talking to them is... calming? No, fulfilling... Err... no... refreshing, is probably the right word. You Are by LeAnn Rimes You, you make no mistake You take everything I ever wanted into account When you walk into the room You give room breathing room Talk and turn never too late or too soon You are poetry in motion You inspire power and devotion You are the turning of the tide underneath You are the potential in me You are the first one that I wish to tell Everything that matters, matters because you reflect it back so well, You see understanding wherever you are standing Between reason and passion - balance You are poetry in motion You inspire power and devotion You are the turning of the tide underneath You are the potential in me You are my strongest link You are everything I ever wanted to be You are poetry in motion You inspire power and devotion You are the turning of the tide underneath You are the potential in me ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I will, henceforth, input a Cantonese Word/Phrase of the Day (in Henrison fashion), partly to bother you, partly for the coolness of it all, partly to help my self remember it. Now, one of the most important parts is the tonal system. You need to get it right in order to hope to be understood by a native. First: Voice out loud: A high tone. A mid tone. A low tone. Get that? Not too far apart from each other. Now, remember: The first tone is: High. Flat. The second: Mid to High. Ascending (duh). The third: Mid. Flat. The fourth: Mid to low. Descending. Don't make me duh you. The fifth: Low to mid. Ascending. DUH!!! The sixth: Low. Flat. Shorter than normal by just a fraction. The numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 will correspond to the said tones. Second: I will use a basically Yut Ping romanization system. But I will use Y instead of J. Here we go: (you'll need to get a Chinese font for these words) 取消 ceoi2 siu1 = To cancel (as in a contract) Sentence: 點解呢條合約你唔取消吖? dim gai nei tiu hap yoek nei m ceoi siu a? Why didn't you cancel the contract? |
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August 26th, 2005
Saturday Morning, Blessings Dying POSTED AT 11:06 PM Furthermore, that school... Well, I hate it, but there are some parts that I love--that I don't think I could live without. John said that he missed Xavier so much, and I said I would never. But I was in the thick of assignments and projects in the middle of the quarter. How was I supposed to know? The beginning of this quarter... it's been pretty easy on us... And I kind of realize why he'd miss Xavier. After graduation... that's it. You're leaving it behind. I know I couldn't live without that. Walking up to my classroom every morning, observing the bright sun on the green and pink shades of the school, leaving the classroom at Recess or Lunch to find Henry and Evan and talk with them about Cantonese and Taishanese and Japanese and anything under the sun, finding Mr. Aragon and screaming about his Coming Back, finding He Lao Shi and bugging her til she caves and we all start laughing. Then going up to Mr. Young's and talking about College and music and basically just chatting our problems away, punctuated by multiple calls, Mr. Lacon's equivocal sentences and Mr. Rivera's hello's, goodbye's and have you done this's... And then I'd leave and talk to Ms. Pusta and he'd be horrified... I miss those days... Yeah. It's all gone... the bright sun is different. It's less luminous... less sepia than before. Evan is too sick and too weighed down by requirements to hang out with us... Cantonese and Taishanese are merely things of the past... and Henry has his Kuya... Haay. Moreover, Mr. Young is different too... it just isn't the same. So goodbye, i say. I'm going to go wallow. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 保佑 bou2 yong4 to bless (verb), or a blessing (noun) 佢保佑你冇保佑我. keoi bou yong nei, mou bou yong ngo. S/he is blessing you, s/he did not bless me. Random Line: (Yes, Henry, you know where this is from.) 喂? 好. 你唔放过我, 我也唔放过你. 我而家就想嚟玩你! Wai? Hou. Nei m fong go ngo, ngo ye (cut this sound so that it sounds like a half-k) m fong go nei. Ngo yi ga zau soeng lai wan lei! Hello? Fine. If you won't liberate me (let me go/release me/pardon me), I won't liberate you (let you go/release you/pardon you) either. I'm now coming after you! |
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August 27th, 2005
Translating! POSTED AT 12:57 AM AARON LINES ROCKS!!!!!!!!!! HIS MUSIC IS THE BEST!!!!!!!!!! His site (www.aaronlines.com) has a new layout, and it rocks too! All framey and smoulder-y and stuff. I applied for the forum. I'm logged in everytime I visit the site. I'm happeee. For my signature, I translated the Chorus of Waitin' On The Wonderful into Cantonese (well, Chinese has a united writing system, but some terms make sense only when read in Cantonese) and here it is! 我等奇妙 你知, 事物可以深信 不一般 味道呢個甜嘢 一点爱唔錯 畀我符號 正常唔鍾意嘞 好等奇妙 The rough translation from Cantonese Chinese to English (ala Star Wars: Shanghai) is: I wait wonderful You know, thing can devoutly believe Not ordinary Tasted that sweet thing Increment love not bad Give me omen Normal not like anymore Wait wonderful ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 聯絡 lyun4 lok6 to contact; get in touch with 同我聯絡呢個天使. tong ngo lyun lok ni go tin xi Get me in touch with this angel. |
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August 27th, 2005
The Day Had Yet To End POSTED AT 11:32 PM As soon as I reached Q to find Katan a present, I texted Christian what kind of music she listened to. And "Shh... it ' a surprise." His reply: "Anything daw." ... Well if that just doesn't... ANYWAY, I decide on Jonny Lang, who I thought sand Long Time Coming from that Amanda movie... but turns out, it was Oliver James. So oops. Did check up on Jonny Lang's lyrics... i dun think his music woulda been right for me. Anyway, watched the movie, The Longest Yard, then that's about it. I left after that. Now I had a lot of fun, despite what Katan thinks. I got to go out again.. be with my friends (except Jackie, with the boundless energy and super-soaring spirits). That was enough for me. Now The Longest Yard... odd, odd, odd, ODD movie! So much gayness everywhere... semi-naked men, and two instances of revealed women. Not completely... but I'd say it's a girls movie. Then I got home, used the computer to my heart's content, discovered a really great artist called Jon Secada (!!!) NOW THIS GUY, his songs REALLY reflect my inner human. Check out these songs: Angel If You Go Do You Believe In Us Just Another Day Those were REALLY good songs. Download. Find lyrics. Love. Okay, we went out to Rockwell at about 9:30.. (Yeah, i was bitching to them about it too) We ended up just walking around. I ate shitty tiramisu from Bread Talk, and after, began bothering Dad about Taishanese. Mandarin: Ni3 gan4 ma3 a? Taishanese: Ni3 du6 mot1 a? Same level of rudeness and abruptness. Most of the time was spent talking to Erica and her parents, who mom and dad apparently hadn't communicated with for a long time. I bother them to go home. They refuse. I bother them to go home. They refuse. I bother them to go home. They refuse. I bother them to go home. They refuse. This goes on for some time until we finally agree to leave, etc... And apparently, I think of homework when staring into space fantasizing about slaying the creators of Before Sunset. Just ask Alex. So we go home, and i sleep. SLEEEEEEEP. Alright: Two lyrics: Waitin' On The Wonderful for Henry: (yes, I know you're all sick of this, but I can't help myself) It's way too easy to live this life, With your eyes half closed, Don't I know, I spent half my time, Bored out of my mind sleepwalkin, Well I wake up to this fools parade, And I watch the leaves fall down, I see everything changing but somehow I feel caged in, Just hangin around I'm waitin on the wonderful, something to set me free, Out of the ordinary To come and rescue me, Yeah I could use a little love, love, love, To send me a sign I'm tired of the typical, I'm waitin on the wonderful It's that feelin that’s hard to explain, When the world's so big and you’re so small And you get caught up in the wonder of it all That’s what I'm missin, I saw that look today On the young kids face Eating ice cream at the laundromat, Well if you asked him, it was Christmas again I wanna get that back, I'm waitin on the wonderful, For something to believe, Out of the ordinary Taste of something sweet, Yeah I could use a little love, love, love, To send me a sign, I'm tired of the typical, I'm waitin on the wonderful, Yeeeah yeah, I'm waitin on the wonderful, I know it's out there, I'm waitin on the wonderful, Or somethin to believe, Out of the ordinary, To come and rescue me, I could use a little love, love, love To send me a sign, I'm tired of the typical, I'm waitin on the wonderful, Somethin mystical, I'm waitin on the wonderful, I'm waitin on the wonderful, Something to set me free and Love's About To Change My Mind by Jon Secada for you loyal readers... I'm in love with you baby Yeah One touch, I feel the hunger What is this spell, I wonder My head's in my heart I should walk away But I wanna stay My feelings are closely guarded No risk, no broken heart and No way this emotion Can sweep me away Then I see your face My weakness is growing stronger Thought I could hold out longer Chorus Love's about to change to my mind Make me blind And dive into the deep and Love's about to change to my mind I see the signs I'm falling in love again (Falling in love again) I'm in love with you baby I thought I knew this power Lived through my finest hour Experienced all But I found I was wrong When you came along Sure as the wind is blowing I know where this is going Chorus Love's about to change to my mind Re-define And finally make some sense Love's about to change to my mind You're the reason why I'm falling in love again (Falling in love again) I'm in love with you, baby 'Cause you're the reason You're the reason why Chorus Love's about to change to my mind Re-define And finally make some sense Love's about to change to my mind You're the reason why I'm falling in love again (Falling in love again) I'm in love with you, baby |
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August 29th, 2005
SAN GING BENG!!!! POSTED AT 03:07 AM I learned lots of Cantonese and Taishanese last night. My ability to speak Chinese is rapidly improving. Four dialects of Chinese that is. But I'm still not fluent in any. Jack of All Trades but Master of None. I'm gonna be at Henry's later at about three. Work sucks. I'm ilang (Yes, Mr. Young) to meet his mom. What if she tries to speak to me in Cantonese? I'll just sit there like a dolt not knowing what to say... I'm scared. Waaah. IENNE'S OFFERING TO GET ME THE AARON LINES CD!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoo! Alright. I'm still high, but i shall temper said highness into something palpable for you dear readers. NJ Star expired on me. Die, stupid thingie! Since I wasn't able to input a Cantonese Word yesterday, you get two today. *grin* 埋伏 maai4 fuk6 To ambush 咁多人埋伏我, 你重叫我過去嘅? gam do yan mai fok ngo, nei zong giu ngo go hoi ge? So many people who'll ambush me and you still told me to go there? 洗澡 sai2 jo2 To take a bath 你相信佢洗澡小心嗎 nei seoeng son keoi sai jo siu sam ma? Do you believe s/he bathed carefully? Why did I use that sentence? Well, in Taishan, it'd have been said: ni3 thlsiang5 thsin4 kui3 thlsai1 sin4 thlsiao1 thlsim5 ma? You won't know how to say that unless you're Taishanese. Or know someone who's Taishanese. Heheh. |
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August 30th, 2005
POSTED AT 08:09 AM 身邊 san1 bin1 = on the body 保鏢 bou2 biu1 = bodyguards 除非 ceoi4 fei1 = unless 自願 zi6 jyun6 = of one's own volition 你身邊一定有好多保鏢接近你除非喺你自願. nei san bin yat deng yau hou do bou biu jib gan nei ceoi fei hai nei ji yun. At your side, there must be many bodyguards near unless it you say so. |
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August 31st, 2005
Sleepover - Raphie POSTED AT 07:01 AM Soon, Henry and friends, I will be there. Fret not. Morning in the office, sorting out Saturday's affairs. Packing. Jittery about the driver. He finally arrives, and we head off. Henry texts: What time are you coming here? I reply: 3:00. I'm four minutes from your place. Then a set of texts that eludes my memory, and he informs me that I'm the only one not there. Hehe, whoops. I'm here, waiting for the girl at front desk to call Henry so I can ascend. She gives the signal, i pick my big red bag up, and walk to the elevator, stepping in, riding it up, going to his door and ringing the doorbell. Henry opens it, and the whole thing begins for me. Aldwin and Raphie and Andrew are all present. Henry, despite the fact that he and I have already met, still felt the need to "formally" introduce the two of us to each other. Henry: Aldwin, Allen. Allen, Aldwin. Me: We've met. I just realized how uncouth that must have been. Raphie laughs, mimicking me. Andrew is playing something that looks to be Warcraft, so I turn to Henry, telling him Russel[l] Peters is in the FlashDrive I'm handing him. Henry: Who's Russel[l] Peters? Me: !xobile Henry: Oh! *seizes the flash drive and turns to Andrew* Get out! Now! Exit the game! Now! dada.. dada... dada... He plugs the thing in after Andrew leaves, and I spend the next forty five minutes reliving all the joys of Russell (dalawang L nalang) Peters. Aldwin, Andrew and Raphie all decide to engage in GameCube-ing, and occasionally tune in to Russell. Henry and I give our full attention, and end up getting all the biggest laughs. So we finish up, and Henry begins making the dough for the pizza. Slave boy references ensue. The yeast is concocted. Life continues. Raphie and I both talk about Lorries killing women, news paper coverage, flares, choppers and flat-and-flattering Pia Guanio. Aldwin is OP-ed... gotta make him not OP-ed! We continue the creation of the pizza, applying the yeast to the starch/flour/whatever, and Henry allows me to mix. I suck at it, and he comes back to do it himself. I run off, playing multiple kinds of music for them to hear. Just as torture. Once Henry finishes up with the Pizza, he packs all the stuff up (in his O.C. way) and prepares to bring it all into the room. Meanwhile, I am sent to push the large blue button to turn the airconditioning on. I do so, and when I come back out, we banter a bit more before Henry takes the whole shebang to his room... but the wires are all tangled up, and he unwittingly yanks the [different] aircon from its position. He squeaks, and we rush to his aid. After fixing the ordeal, we go into his room and set up all the stuff. Raphie and Aldwin settle on Henry's bed, Henry putters around with the devices, and I sit myself on Harvey's bed. Raphie and Aldwin begin bothering each other and horsing around. It augments to the point where Henry gets pissed off, and repeatedly tells them to stop it. But they wouldn't listen, so they continue, and Henry continues to be bothered, and So Close starts. On and on, disruptions occur and occur. Then somehow, Henry ends up in bed with Raphie and Aldwin, and then so do I. So Close drones on in the background as we all suddenly being taking pictures of each other. Punctuating it here and there is Henrison being very silent, probably simmering. Aldwin and Raphie kept asking what was wrong, but I think I understood Henry at that point. To voice his concern might've been petty to the unknowing ear. I kept dropping them subtle hints as to what Henry was trying to get across, and what it was that they were doing wrong, but they didn't seem to be picking up. So I finally took Aldwin aside. I didn't think Raphie needed to be told. And after, things resume to normal, and then the concerns of Aldwin going home were aired. So Close continued to crawl on by, Henrison occasionally rewinding and rewinding to catch the parts he wanted. Another picture fest, and then Henry takes a video of me engaging Raphie in hand-to-hand. So So Close spikes our interests once in a while with the coolness and the nudeness and we have dinner at quarter past six. Dinner is chicken and brocolli and soup. We all talk, and greenness heavier than before ensues as well. Lemonade, houses in China, Fukgalog, Henrison pounding dough before us all, etc... After that, we all go back to the room and continue with So Close. It ends, and as Henry goes to bathe, we four begin a rousing match of Super Smash Brothers. I won once, as Zelda. So Aldwin plays with the DS, and we both eventually bow out, leaving Andrew and Raphie. Raphie and Andrew stop too, and Henry comes out of the shower. So we all blather some more, until Henry raises his staying-over-or-not issue again. It ends up with him not being able to stay, Aldwin calls to be fetched, and we all begin mourning. So his mom arrives, and Henry and Raphie all of a sudden won't let go, but after a while, they concede. We say our goodbyes, and he walks out with Henry and Raphie to accompany him. Andrew just plays Warcraft. Henry and Raphie come back, and we all retire to the room at last. I ask for Aldwin's number, Raphie gives it to me, and I tell him we're all mourning his going away. He replies that he was really sorry, that he tried. And I tell him it's all we needed from him. We exchange more texts, all the way to Iceberg's after Henry's parents pick us up. So we talk on, his dad asks for my name, Raphie's, we continue talking. Raphie is at first unable to articulate himself, so I translate a bit, but mostly, he's able to hold his own. Then Mr. Hsieh asks me something that I don't remember, but it had to do with what province I was from, and I tell him I'm Cantonese. There we go, cat outta the bag. We order iced cream, play Old Maid and Go Fish, and Aldwin assures me that he was not OP-ed anymore. Good. At least we were able to do that. So we go back to Henry's, on the way, Mr. Hsieh asks me if I can speak Cantonese, I say yes, he tells me Mrs. Hsieh can also speak. She tells me something like "Sihk m sihk gong/teng (can't remember... heheheheh....)" and I go "Siu siu ge." We talk a tad more about which side is my Cantonese. I say my dad's. He asks me what province I'm from. Now apparently, the Taishanese have invaded the Philippines, because everyone knows at least one Taishanese person. Mr. Hsieh mentions a relative--Bella, I think--that is also Taishanese. Henry is disbelieving, and we finally get down. The say something in the elevator that I didn't understand, but I just sort of laughed anyway... I don't know why. So we get to the room, Henry calls Aldwin up, he hands it to Raphie, who hands it to me, who starts talking. Then the mom wants to use the phone so I put it down. Raphie: I was still gonna talk to him, you know. Me: Henry's mom wanted to use the phone e. Sorry. Nod. He continues to play the GameCube, Henry comes back, I sit and prepare to sleep. Harvey walks in and makes his bed in the room, watching Raphie. Raphie and I compare phones. HIS PHONE IS SO FRICKIN COOL!!!!!!!!!! I WANT A PHONE LIKE THAT! Haha... so we mull over how Aldwin should have called later, so he could have left later, and I just drift off to sleep... Good Morning. The name of the tone that woke up at four am. I scramble for the phone, then shut it off and look around. Raphie's facing the other way, sleeping soundly. Henry's facing the other way, sleeping soundly. I go back to sleep. I wake up again. Stare up. Check the watch. 6:22. Raphie is suddenly awake (has been for thirty minutes), and we talk a bit. He goes to do something at the GameCube, getting past a level for Henry, who wakes up later and mentions again about how Aldwin should've left later. As if on cue, Aldwin texts me and Henry: Gcng n kyo? Henry says it sounds Korean. Raphie continues to play. We both reply, and he says to Henry that he's on his way. Yeah!!! So we just bide our time and talk about movies (that Henry brings out) and suddenly, Aldwin's there! Raphie and Henry are overjoyed, and after a while, Aldwin drops (like a rock) on the bed and attempts to sleep. No such luck for him. Breakfast. Light blather about stuff and Canada. After breakfast, we (I) hobble to the room and sit ourselves down. Henry puts on O Brother, Where Art Thou? and we watch all the way to Nine plus plus. But before that, i text mom that I wanna be fetched at ten thirty instead, and she agrees. I go to change for the grand purchasing of Nintendogs, and brush my teeth as well. Thanks to Raphie for lending me the toothpaste. So I'm changed, the movie ends, and we all begin to get ready. I think Aldwin got really pissed at me for always being the one to bug him to get up. So we blather on some more, and when we're all ready, Henry's driver ain't there yet. So we wait, and it's a good thing. I was just absorbing the rest of the day (Tabulas entry, then homework, then work, then more homework), when suddenly, Raphie and Aldwin notice. These are uncannily really smart people i'm dealing with. Lucky of me to have quick friends. No, no sarcasm here, actually. So they ask me, and pour my heart out... about tiredness, and angst, and homework, and I especially tell Raphie about Brother Haw and how he's going away... and that sucks. And then Mr. Young drama... and Ms. Natonton, and all the other teachers too. I shan't mention. We're talking some more, and we all somehow end up in the bedroom again. Thanks so much, Raph and Ald, for being there to help carry some of my burden for me. So there ain't a driver, and we all take a cab instead. NINTENDOGS!!! No, we go down to the ATM areas, withdraw money, then go to Nintendogs and buy it. Finally, with the constant help of Aldwin and Raphie, and Henry's waiting for us (he walks so fast, even unconsciously), we make it down again. But I decide I wanna get the Mariah album with Breakdown in it. Find that it isn't there ("Butterfly" was the album title), and I settle for The Emancipation of Mimi instead. Get into a cab after a bit of trouble and go back to Henry's. Go up with more of Raphie's help, and sit on the bed. Then Henry shows us Nintendogs, and we all agree. It's super adorable. Aldwin walks around, Raphie reads Tintin, and I just stare. Text mom, asking why driver ain't there yet. Alex calls me up just as I take a pic of Aldwin, and i unwittingly answer instead of capture. So apparently, the driver is there. I say I have to go na, and Raphie and Aldwin at once protest. But I don't have a choice. Saying goodbye, I go downstairs and leave. Nth thanks to Raphie for being there to help me every step of the way. Henry for being such a great host, funny too. Aldwin for being there to lend his niceness, and presence. And Andrew, of course, for providing everlasting conversation. All great people, I'm telling you. So there we go... a day of planning. Now, there's an issue at Henry's between the three, and I need to find out what. I dread school tomorrow. Check the album out for the pics. |
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August 31st, 2005
Back To The Grind POSTED AT 08:04 AM There is school today. Was, rather. Raphie'd bothered me to change some of the stuff on... umm.. nvm. Henry kept laughing at something I can't remember... hmm... What a short day. Every day should be as short as Wednesday. I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!!! WHY??? BECAUSE, READER, IT'S THURSDAY!!!! (those who've been reading this blog long enough, or are from sections A to C in my school and batch will understand what that implies). Yes. Correct. Double math, and then science. AND SPEAKING OF!!! Those two subjects were my lowest. And they were LOOOOW. Report Card came in today, you see. I got way higher than I expected in Chinese. 天使 tin1 xi3 = angel 老師, 你係一個天使. lou xi, nei hai yat go tin xi. Teacher, you're an angel. I don't like Math. Or Science. Henry's blog is hilarious. Neither Aldwin nor Raphie have posted in months. Someone come save me. O has been weird lately. I no longer feel for Y. I no longer feel for X. And it's been centuries since V. I can't think of a title for this. Forth and down You, of eve's star Within and without I could not foresee How shallow You, of lustered gild Earth in the eye I could not understand How I could ever Ever whim for You, of perfect love Scarred, but delivered Effort of the heavens I was at your side since But I had no choice but to blind you For I cared, and you were perfect You, of solid shells Sensuous to skin Fleeted, but you were Oh, you were You, of mellifluous speech Consistency of softness You keep me confused But I am almost assured And you, of special ties Kind are your words Soft-spoke in your manner But a wealth of love beneath So, all of you thus As of this point in time Are set free |
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