Entries for October, 2005
October 2nd, 2005
It's Been A While POSTED AT 08:27 AM Mr. Young got to attend the Nina concert last night. LUCKY!!! AND I BET HE GOT TO MEET NINA TOO!!!!!!! ENVY. Anyhoo... I tire of school and its never ending demands. But I'll just finish my homework and be done with it. So here's a song that I've just recently rediscovered. And if you listen hard enough, it sounds good. Love Moves In Mysterious Ways by Nina Who’d have thought this is how the pieces fit You and I shouldn’t even try making sense of it I forgot how we ever came this far I believe we had reasons but I don’t know where they are So blame it on my heart’ oh Love moves in mysterious ways It’s always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I’ll love you for the rest of my days But still it’s a mystery of how you ever came to me Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways Heaven knows love is just a chance we take We make plans but then love demands a leap of faith So hold me close never ever let me go Even though we think we know which way the river flows That’s not the way love goes’ no Love moves in mysterious ways It’s always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I’ll love you for the rest of my days But still it’s a mystery of how you ever came to me Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways Like the ticking of a clock two hearts beat as one But I’ll never understand the way it’s done’ oh Love moves in mysterious ways It’s always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I’ll love you for the rest of my days But still it’s a mystery of how you ever came to me Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways "Love moves... in mysterious ways.... Emancipate
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October 3rd, 2005
Release on a Monday POSTED AT 10:36 AM It simply means that on this particular Monday, all the assignments and crap was due. No homework except soc. sci. C.L.E. done. Math PSAT reviewer and homework done. Filipino Epiko (FINALLY) done. We did bad. Baaaad. My writing ability was seriously questioned. We had three judges--Mr. Enriquez, Mrs. Gorospe and some human. At least we semi-sort of did okay. Um.. except when everyone forgot their lines. Evan froze up on stage and I had to remind him of what to say. When he finished his solo and slipped back into place, I heard him say "crap". Whee! No one has any idea how fascinating I find Cantonese. Saw Aldwin today. It'd been a while. Working on the Between the Lines. Love life. See ya! |
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October 5th, 2005
And just when i thought I was free POSTED AT 11:54 AM Seriously, I am getting very sick of doing homework again and again. But here's today's review: Nothing interesting until dismissal, although Soc. Sci. was cancelled for our Bilibid orientation. So, I leave the classroom and go up to see Mr. Young, and we can only chat a little about college before Evan and Elijah disturb us. But there's a new college zine out! HKU!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!! I rush out, and Evan and I ramble and ramble about it. And when he's about to bring it home, we ask Mr. Young, and he says we can't. Aww. Only the spares daw. So Evan leaves for a meeting about the Soph, and I sit down to see HKU. But I see Jose Cua today, and he's interviewing TJ Simeon, and then there's Ms. Pelias, with Filbert and a bunch of other people. After Henry comes up and we chat about HKU again, and view the place (my GOD the place looks beautiful!), we leave, and waste time. Stuff happens, and we get separated and I walk around. But somewhere along the way, we meet up again, and I start getting cryptic about Mr. Young and where he's going. Henry and my conversation goes like this: Me: I'll go say goodbye later. Henry: Why? Where's he going? Me: Because he needs it. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Tian Lao Shi: Ni men zai suo shen me? Me: Mei you. Ni hai ren shi wo men ma? Tian Lao Shi: Hai ren shi. Shuo zhong wen ba! "yin wei" "suo yi" "yin wei" "suo yi" "yin wei" "suo yi" "yin wei" "suo yi". Me and Henry laugh. LOL. Me: I'll say goodbye when he comes out. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? Me: Because. Henry: Why? *Tian Lao Shi gives us a look* LOL. The ride home sucked. I waited for Alex from 3:41 to 4:47. In the car. I went nuts. And when he DOES show up, he has a friend who has to squeeze into the already-cramped car. Plus, he drove like he was drunk, and set the radio up to full volume. What the hell? I mean, are you afraid that heaven won't fall and crush you for making such a racket? Jeez. Thank God for Jackie. Then I was forced to go to the office and do work pa. Shit. And mom and dad were acting stupid, asking things that had no importance whatsoever, were already dead obvious, and were only being asked for the sake of having something to talk to me about. I had to be patient with them the whole time. Sos. At least there ain't that much homework today. Just Soc. Sci. i have to finish up, Filipino and Math. Haaay. I am getting very sick of school. And I am very sick of O. That person is SERIOUSLY getting on my nerves. Anyhoo, someone comment. I've given up on R and A updating their blogs. |
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October 6th, 2005
Cantonese Upsurgence POSTED AT 10:02 AM Anyhoo, just some points I'd like to put today: Today, I was so bored I was reduced to singing Lindsay Lohan. Mr Perez said that if we go to London and speak in broken English, it shows our level of education. Andrew comments that it could be that, or the level of the intelligence of the educator. Bro Haw said that we might have viewed our fathers as Superheroes, that they might have been our idols while we were younger. I have never even considered that. I have a new place I wanna imagine fight scenes in. It's the place we practiced the Soc Sci "creative" presentation in. Outside Mr. Lacson's office. I am very much looking forward to school tomorrow. Why? Last day. No math homework. No English homework (except for that quiz in Joy Luck Club that I haven't studied for), the Soc Sci news report ends, and we have the VERY much awaited First Friday Unplugged. I hope One Day You Will gets featured. I hope, I hope, I hope. I just wanna finish this week. But we have all the way til next week before I feel free. We have the mock PSAT on Monday, Soc Sci quiz on Opium Wars and Taiping Rebellion on Tuesday, the actual PSAT on Wednesday, then Thursday and Friday are for our Bilibid trips and processing (recollection) and then a whole week of reviewing and nothingness, then the ICA fair, then the QTs and then my PCS meet-n-greet thing with Miriam and then a whole week of sweet relief and LT checking and then, Sem Break! So my whole month is crammed. Oh crap. |
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October 8th, 2005
And the liberty POSTED AT 03:26 AM One of the greatest revelations of yesterday was this: Brother how said being a dad was a nice feeling, although he'd never know cos he was gonna become a priest. Seconds later, my mind spurred on the fact that he wasn't gonna be our teacher next year... gonna be gone. Hayy. I attended the first friday unplugged, and everyone did good. The first that had everyone singing well. I didn't think Filbert was singing though. I mean, he didn't LOOK like he was singing... and like Henry said, I thought he was whispering funny things into Ms. Joya's ear, which shook her performance and caused her to err. And, no one heard him--mic problem. There was the Mother and son tandem that sang If We Hold On Together by Diana Ross, OST Land Before Time. Yeah, you all know that song. I'll post the lyrics later. But when I looked back, the CLE teachers and everyone was singing along. Henry: It sounds like the kind of song you'd hear in a Disney movie. Allen: It IS from a Disney movie! *Henry bursts out laughing* Nicely done. And then there were the Filipino songs by Marvin Ong and the Reiner guy. Ms. Lugapo--okay lang. Ms. Lawengko or however you spell her name DID EXTREMELY WELL!!! GREAT DEBUT PERFORMANCE!!!! YOU HAD *NO* REASON TO BE NERVOUS!!!!!!!!!! Ms. Natonton's song. VERY GOOD. Sherwin's song--okay lang. Christopher Yu--She. Okay lang rin. I don't know if I missed anyone, but everything was well done. I left a happy camper--and Starbuck's Coffee made it better. Then we went to the office, went home, chatted with Jackie, got ready and made everyone late, went to pick Angin up (we were celebrating her birthday yesterday, though it was really today) and went to the Hotpot thing. Had good food... it's like Fondue. Except Chinese, and with lots of food. Anyhoo, got home and slept like a log. Woke up today. Hmm... went to work, fixed the computer, no maids at home so it's just me. Procrastinating hw. Hate homework. Hate. Hate. Fine, will do my photoshoppe homework. Later guys. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Catherine! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If We Hold On Together by Diana Ross Don't lose your way with each passing day You've come so far, don't throw it away Live believing, dreams are for weaving Wonders are waiting to start Live your story, Faith hope and glory Hold to the truth in your heart If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever Where clouds roll by, for you and I Souls in the wind must learn how to bend Seek out a star, hold on till the end Valley, mountain, there is a fountain Washes our tears all away Worlds are swaying, someone is praying Please let them come home to stay If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever Where clouds roll by, for you and I When we are out there in the dark We'll dream about the sun In the dark, we'll feel the light Warm our hearts … Everyone If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever As high as souls can fly The clouds roll by, for you and I |
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October 11th, 2005
I. FUCKING. HAVE IT!!!!!!!!! POSTED AT 11:32 AM I FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING LOVE THIS CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD, IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!!!! GOD BLESS AARON LINES!!!!!!!! AND HIS VOICE!!!!!!!!! AND PAM AND LESLEY SMITH, WITHOUT WHOM I WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN THIS COPY OF IT!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!! I've got the Aaron Lines CD. Whoo! I've got the Aaron Lines CD. I've got the Aaron Lines CD. I've got Waitin' on the Wonderful... I'm just gonna happily sit back and ride the high while I let that fact sink in. Oh my God, you wanna know what... I'll do this suspensefully. Alex and I had just gotten to the office from Cherry, where we got Jollibee to go. Going upstairs, Dad surprises me with news: Bad: I have work. Good: I have the CD. WHAT THE HELL??? THE BAD NEWS IS LIKE PEANUTS COMPARED TO THE AARON LINES CD!!!!!!!!!!!! So I do my work, and open the package. I remember Pam said she "included a little surprise". She was right--she was a real tease. I got--pics! Real live pics! Of Aaron! And Pam wrote me--Aaron wanted to know about how I heard of his music. I tell Jackie. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! And she's like: "... Oh... My.. God.. Aaaaaaaa!! That rocks!!! Crap!! Youre so effing lucky!!! The singer you like actually knows you exist AND thinks of you as a friend!! Hey, looks like all ur dreams came true!! Hahahaha!" You don't get the last line? Let me show you something Jackie sent me before: "Canada right? Im sure youre bound ta meet him one day or another, ya might just become pen pals or sumthin! Then one day agree to meet up then he stands ou up and you get mad then you keep wonderin why and then you one day just see each other and fall madly in love and suddenly all your gay dreams come true! Yipee!" Now except for the gayness and plot, everything was true. But the gayness and the plot was everything, so hehe. Anyhoooness... Pam's message: Sept 26,2006 Hi Allen: I had the opportunity to see Aaron perform on September 22. I took the opportunity to tell Aaron about you and had him sign your cd. Aaron was interested in hearing how you had the opportunity to hear his music. You may want to send Aaron an email and tell him your story. I've included a few photos from the show as well. Enjoy the music Pam Smith Alex is getting sick of me repeating that I'm happy. Imagine, no math today, skipped English, got my PSAT scores, had Jollibee, having Chinese for dinner and the Aaron Lines CD. PERFECT DAY!!!!!!!!!! I'VE GOT THE AARON LINES CD. YEAH!!!!!!!!! AARON TOUCHED THAT CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Review time! Waitin' on the Wonderful -- long time na, pero ang ganda ganda pa rin. It Takes A Man -- yes, still nice. Are you kidding? The American Way -- addictive and fun. Lots of truth. Nice! Twenty Years Late -- a song for Mother's Day. Aaron gets it right in this one. Nice!!! Lights of My Hometown -- DAMN GOOD!!!! LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!! Favorite line is "The static is almost gone from the station I grew up on, I'm gettin' closer now. So I turn it up real loud." Lovers On The Run -- I thought the song would be lame and annoying but AARON LINES PROVES ME WRONG!!!!!!!!!!! Damn good. I love it. Seeing Things -- HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS HAS TO BE A SINGLE AND A VIDEO. I Wanna Be That Man -- Beautiful. Temper the passion of my soul. Good Liar -- Oh My God. So perfect for me and O. WOW. Anyhoo, the song rocks! Dance To The Radio -- Gets my blood rushing! I love the "and it's a ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, oooh..." parts... Real great song. I love this. Thank God. If I Could Do It All Again -- such truths. Such truths. Makes me think that I wanna do everything perfectly so this song will never apply. That's a life changer, people. Bye. |
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October 12th, 2005
Ya Know? POSTED AT 12:32 PM Brother Haw: Ipangkat ang inyong mga sarili ng tiglilima. *class scuffles about* Brother Haw *later*: Mga grupo ng lima, magbawas. *Stanly bursts out laughing* *everyone starts laughing* Brother: Magbawas ng miyembro!!!! O.O I've got a multiply. I suck. AARON LINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHMIGOD!!!!!!!!!!! THE MUSIC SOUNDS SO GOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am beginning to sound like Jackie. Argh! O, you're being so... distant and annoying. Blessings of the week. I'm being sent to Bilibid tomorrow. As an interaction, of course. Me and my class. To Bilibid. For a day. With real inmates. Mr. Young is gonna MC daw... in Filipino... gee, i didn't know. Argh! I'm anxious, but I don't know why! I don't have any reason to be! I feel all sex-y today. Not sexy. Sex-y. Yeah, for those of you who saw my status... ("Of course I can remember! We had sex *twice* you idiot!")... I did not lose my virginity, damnit! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dance To The Radio by Aaron Lines You're daddy wouldn't like it if he knew what I was thinking right now But the way you look this evening Girl, it's hard to keep my feet on the ground It's raining outside Let's start a fire Baby, I say we just stay in tonight And it's a ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Turn up the music loud and turn the lights real low Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's no one else around Let's lay down and dance to the radio It's almost like the DJ's playing every song especially for us And it takes me back to that summer night when you and me Learned everything about love I just wanna hold Your body close, girl I don't wanna ever let go And it's a ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Turn up the music loud and turn the lights real low Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's no one else around Let's lay down and dance to the radio I wanna feel your heart beat all night long When you whisper in my ear, girl It's sweeter than my favourite song Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's no one else around, baby Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Turn up the music loud and turn the lights real low Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh There's no one else around Let's lay down and dance to the radio Let's dance to the radio |
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October 14th, 2005
Because I ain't ashamed. POSTED AT 01:12 PM First, to my family, you know naman. Does not need to be explained. Jackie, you've been my friend for nearly two years now, and we're best friends and share everything, so thanks for being around for fun and company, and to laugh about stuff, and talk about things for hours on end. And your energy level is always uber-high, and you always have a story to share, and an ingenious way to make us all closer. Stay the way you are. Christian, you're also one of my best friends. Always ready to lend your corny jokes and hilarious side comments whenever the situation gets tense. Then you have your dance-dance revo thing, and the Dance Maniax thing, and how we'd just laugh about whatever happened. And how you're always so kind, making libre and stuff, and how you let us know that you value us, your friends, and that your heart is really in whatever you do. Be yourself. Rachel, you've been the older sister I never had. I remember being introduced to F4 in Canada, and Show Me Your Love. Whahaha! When I'm with you, I remember all the fun we have. I hope that never changes. I flash on all the similiarities we have and it's just great. And remember my thing with the bell-bottoms? Haha! And things like Wusow (WSW), and all the great times. Take care of Jay. Haha! Hope you're happy, I miss ya. Courtney, hey there Dichie Wobbles! Haha! Yeah, talking to you is like talking to an uber-person. Comedian by nature ka talaga. It's really good to know you. Hope life works out great for you. I love your drawings and the fun. Oh the fun, I miss the fun, and all the jokes, and talking with you at your house and all your friends and the life there. Live, my friend. Cath, you're always there lending your insight, and understanding, and new, interesting things that explain life, and alternate views to beauty and the like. You have all the individuality and intelligence everyone likes to see. Great to have you as a friend. Ienne, you and your wittiness and humor have always been helpful in making my day. And the Aaron Lines CD! Plus, you're always generous, and your infinite eclectic coolness adds to a fun, friendly atmosphere. Camille, I remember chatting with you about everything--GC, Benji, your diet (vegetarian. That still working for ya?), your crushes, your problems, and I'm glad that you trusted me with that. It's always been a pleasure to chat and just laugh with you. Lisa/Hasmin, you've trusted me with a lot of stuff. It's like a calming process for me to talk to you, forcing me to think rationally about things. And about your crushes too, and life there, and how you became teachers for a day, and things like that. I still remember--hope you do too. Zhayne and Lesley, I know I've hurt you guys a lot, but please know that I understand I was an ass before. I've changed now, and I hope that you CAN still forgive me. Spencer, it's been waaay too long since we've regarded each other as friends. I remember we were the best of friends... til the event happened. Haha. Yeah, Spence, I'd still like to be friends, cos I remember all the fun days we had, chatting after school. Alfonso [Yaptinchay], it's also been a long time since we've spoken. Real long. You were always my friend, you know. Always--though we were never actual best friends, your presence was always cool. We practically grew up together--classmates every year. Til High School happened. Yeah, miss ya. Gerick, we have a real history together. I remember after-grade 2 hours where we talked about everything. It was fun, all the time. And Street Fighter--LOL! But you're right... we've both changed, and it ain't the same. But I will strike up conversation with you soon. Justine [See], hey girl! It'd been a while since China, and the reunion. Yeah, miss talking with you na. At least we can chat anytime now and stuff. You're learning Korean now! Whoa! Hope everything works out great with you. Mr. Penas, hey, it's been a veeeeeeeeerrry long time. But I remember much about our chats. Yeah, the funny talks, and the constant side-comments about Jesus Christ Superstar, and the love of life, and Science, and your retirement... yeah, I was very sad. I can't believe I didn't take you seriously. I regret that, but I regret nothing else. Take care, always. Dania, the times we spent are unforgettable. You taught me so much, and we both grew so much. Thank you for everything. Know that I hope we're still okay, that I'm happy we became friends, but I'm withdrawing my roots for a while. I hope you're with the one you love and deserve now, someone who understands. Evan, you are filled with light. It's much deeper and brighter than that which our classmates perceive. It's very important to you, and I understand that. And I am glad that you are sure of your place in Heaven and on Earth, but not arrogant about it. I love that you're kind, but will never lose your identity, never be influenced by others. That you're so diverse in everything, and hold a love for your roots. Thank you for being there for me in everything. Henry, I'm very happy I've got a friend like you. The Chinese, the Japanese, the math, the knowing-everything, world-factbook, encyclopedia. But deeper than that, the won't-take-no-for-an-answer kind of attitude, the wit, and the general fun we have. Thanks for trusting me. Mr. Young, thanks for taking the time to listen to me. It's been a real blast having you as a guidance counselor this first semester. You've been funny, but also understanding and kind. Thanks for your honesty with everything, and for the great times, and for all the great advice. After everything we've been through, it feels kind of great to just kick back and hang, doesn't it? Be good. You will see my Bilibid and Recollection review tomorrow morning. 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October 15th, 2005
Bilibid and Recollection POSTED AT 12:18 PM Bilibid, 13th of October, 2005: Woke up and felt that something shitty was gonna happen. So I get ready for school, and when I'm there, I realize my phone's in my pocket. Shitty. So we gather up, head down to the chapel and have a prayer. Soon, we're on our way to the bus, where we're checked, and the effing cellphone gets taken. Fuckit. Whatever. Anyhoo, the bus ride is fun with Gian, Arvin and Michael along for the ride. So we stop by the church place in Bilibid for a little pee break and a talk from the girl person, and are on our way again on a ten minute drive to the Medium Security compound. We get in, and make a long trip to the actual place, the ALS (Alternativfe Learning System, i think) building. We get ourselves seated, and there MC Mr. Young and the ambassador of the Bilibid Inmates. They blather for a bit, but it just results in the Bilibid Inmates' presentation. Which totally kicked our asses. Acrobatic flips, songs doen in unison, acting. Yeah, and ours was crap. Crap. And the falsettos were horrible. So after being humiliated, we finally get to the real parts... we start the thing. So we make small talk, we have mass, we have lunch, we have the tutorial session, we have the sharing, then we leave. Okay, I abbreviated that, but I do not feel like discussing the details much right now. I bought a crane thing. Nicely made. I taught my buddy how to multiply without the multiplication sign (X) and with just the use of parentheses. I corrected his stroke. We go home, I get my greenslip (cellphone) and leave. Recollection: October 14, 2005 I come into school, and we immediately went to the EED. So, we start the day with... um, I can't remember. We went into the place then... i think we did the recollection, and then some things like watching a video about a guy without legs that was killed in an explosion. And there was the Bilibid Video with that Smallville theme song by Remy Zero. Then a group (Lance Wee, Gian Uygongco, Leigh Wong, Michael Yap, Walter Wong, Me and Mr. Young) sharing about what happened--fascinating thing. Then we went back, I was made to report about it, and then made to explain everything I reported. It got lame after a while. We had our checkpoint on what things we liked about our class and what things we needed to improve on, and had another group (Bryan Lao, Mark Ang, Justine Figueroa, Me, Angelo Santos and the teacher guy that came around later). We came back again, Mark did his thing, and that was even lamer than the first one. We agreed on these: Good points: Family-like, United, Multi-talented. Bad poin... *ehem* POINTS FOR IMPROVEMENT: Arrogant, fresh, go easy on jokes. Correct me if I'm wrong. Then we watched a video about the teachers (that segment of Lao Shi waving both of her very small hands at our screen still haunts me), then Mrs. Ocampo gave her speech. She loves us. Aww. SO THEN, we get to hottest portion of the thing. We bring out our shirts, wear them (duh) and, provided with Pentel Pens, we write whatever nice things we can on everyone. I got everyone, everyone got me. Nice! Mrs. Ocampo said I was eloquent. Mr. Lacson said I was bright and controlled. Henry said "usagi no mai" Peter and Carlo were being ass-y as usual. Everyone said I was a dictionary, or intelligent. Gian and Christian attacked me with smileys. Marquis made a heart with "LOVE" Kenn wrote a fascinating comment that I'd never considered before. So that was real fun, and when we sat down, we were all happy. Then we stepped on to confession, then mass (where I was made to read), a survey and stampitas, then home. All this was punctuated by 2 meriendas where Walter sped-ate everything, and a lunch where I started to feel nauseous. Why do I feel like I'm being sent back to 4th grade where everyone thought that I was a frickin' reading prodigy? No. Bad. It was all that NewsCasting Contest's fault (which I messed up so badly at). Shit, trauma. Alright, let's put that aside. I spent the rest afternoon following Mr. Lacon (there is no S there) and Mr. Young around and then eventually, Ms. Aragoncillo too. This brought to mind some thoughts on Ms. Aragoncillo and Mr. Aragon getting married and having kids. If thus named, they could have a child whose name was actually "Aragorn Aragoncillo Aragon". I don't know. Brother Haw gave me required reading to hand out to my classmates. But they were all gone. How would i give it to them? Monday. Yeah. So I'm gonna procrastinate any and all homework and studying that I have to do. I will wait. Just wait for tomorrow. Yeah, I have homework. I told Mr. Young, too, about... um... that situation. About... K. Hahah! New letter! References to Ms. Aragoncillo and Addison abound, he also revealed an integral part of his life. And what he still does to his ex's email, and even more so, what his exes used to do to him. "I want you back..." LOL! Argh... c'mon, world, stop displeasing me. Things are really, really bitter with O. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Calling by Kyosuke Himuro (yes, J-Pop., Gasp!) Nemurenu yoru wo ikutsu kazuetara ore-tachi tadoritsuku darou Dore dake no inochi nakushita toki arasoi wa owaru no darou Rekishi no ue wo korogaru dake no sukuenai doukeshi-tachi Itsuka dareka ga itte ta you ni Kotae wa kaze no naka Somuketa kao wo ikutsu utaretara kizukanu furi yameru no ka Dore hodo no kurushimi ni taetara egao wa jiyuu ni naru no ka Sabita kusari ni tsungareta mama mata shippo wo maku no nara Itsuka dareka ga itte ta you ni Kotae wa kaze no naka Furishiboru koe to nigirishimeru sono te de Unmei wa kitto kawaru toki wo matte iru Chippoke-na ai no sasayaka-na chikara de Kanashimi wa itsumo dakareru no wo matte iru Uso no pazuru wo narabekaeteru aware-na petenshi-tachi Fukiyousa wo kiyou ni furumau oroka-na romanchisuto-tachi Rekishi ga nanimo kataranaku naru sonna hi ga kuru yokan ni Itsuka dareka ga itte ta you in Kotae wa kaze no naka Furishiboru koe to nigirishimeru sono te de Unmei wa kitto kawaru toki wo matte iru Chippoke-na ai no sasayaka-na chikara de Kanashimi wa itsumo dakareru no wo matte iru in English: I wonder how many sleepless nights you have to count, before you find your way After how many lives are lost, will the strife end? Clowns that cannot be saved, just tumbling atop of history Like someone said one day before The answer is in the wind How many times does your face have to be hit as you turned it away, before you stop pretending you don't notice? How much pain must you endure, before you smile freely? If you're going to accept defeat again, still bound by rusted chains? Like someone said one day before The answer is in the wind With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change With the faint power of a tiny love Always waiting for you sadness to be embraced Pitiful frauds working their puzzles of lies Foolish romanticists who gracefully entertain with clumsiness The premonition of the coming of the day when history will tell you nothing Like someone said one day before The answer is in the wind With your voice strained and your hands gripping tightly Waiting for the time when your destiny is sure to change With the faint power of a tiny love Always waiting for your sadness to be embraced ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- God, Y, I love ya. |
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October 15th, 2005
Shanghainese POSTED AT 11:11 PM And of that [skanky, no-good, government-puppet] TV presenter Wang Xiaoya featured on a billboard saying "Be a modern Shanghai-er... speak Mandarin"? Well read the two following articles--they totally disprove anything I previously said. Apparently, the Shanghainese-hating-Shanghai-ers stereotype can only be applied to the older people--people whose educations began somewhere from 1955 to 1965... the people who were hit hardest by the brainwashing of Mandarin from the government. Bleh. I recently had the chance to prove this point by interviewing a certain Shanghainese Librarian regarding his native dialect. Me: Ni hui buhui shuo Shanghaihua? Him: Hui a. Wo shi cong Shanghai lai a. Me: Shuo yidian ba. Him: Shanghaihua o? Buyao! *starts waving his hands at me* Buyao... zhen nanting... Putonghua bi Shanghaihua haoting... Me: Bushi! Shanghaihua geng hao ting! Rang wo ting yi xia. (inside: NEI GONG MEYE????? *strings of Cantonese cuss words that popped into my head*) So he read me a lines, first in Mandarin, then in Shanghainese, and I think the Shanghainese version sounded muuuuch better. And he's over fifty by the way. BEIJING, July 21 -- More and more parents in Shanghai have found that their children are forgetting how to use Shanghai dialect to express themselves, according to a report in the city's Jiefang Daily on July 11, and some have begun forcing them to speak it at home. Language experts have urged that the dialect be preserved alongside Putonghua (also known as Mandarin), the nation's common tongue that has been systematically promoted over the past hundred years as a unifying language. Professor Sun Xun of Shanghai Normal University said a dialect is not only a linguistic tool, but is also like a person's "birthmark" and part of their local identity and feeling of belonging. Professor Zhou Zhenhe, from Shanghai's Fudan University, said dialects carry and preserve local culture. Experts recommended that TV and radio stations set up channels and programs using Shanghai dialect, and that schools offer selective courses taught in it. The promotion of Putonghua, and the large number of non-Shanghainese settling down in the city, has meant that the local dialect has lost its previous high social status, according to the report. The experts said Shanghai dialect could be protected and inherited while maintaining high standards of Putonghua and a multicultural environment in the city. (Source: China.org.cn) www.chinaview.cn 2005-07-21 15:51:50 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Awash in dialects, China relies on Mandarin as common tongue – but how common is it? By Christopher Bodeen ASSOCIATED PRESS 9:58 a.m. December 4, 2004 SHANGHAI, China – Thousands of years of Chinese linguistic heritage have come down to this: a squabble over Tom and Jerry. Dubbed into regional Chinese dialects, the warring cat and mouse have been huge TV hits--and a good way to pass home-grown culture down to the younger generation, programmers say. Not so fast, says the central government up north in Beijing, which for decades has promoted standard Mandarin as the only Chinese language worthy of the airwaves. The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television has ordered an end to broadcasting in dialect, saying kids should be raised in a "favorable linguistic environment." The move has put Tom and Jerry – or "Cat and Mouse," as the show is called here – at the center of a long-running debate about how to maintain national cohesion amid a linguistic sea of highly distinct regional accents, dialects, and wholly separate language groups. "As an artist, I think dialect should be preserved as a part of local culture," says Zhang Dingguo, deputy director of the Shanghai People's Comedy Troupe which does Tom and Jerry in Shanghainese. "Schools don't allow Shanghainese to be spoken, and now TV doesn't either. It looks like Shanghai comedy will be dying out," he adds. The government calls the Mandarin policy vital to promoting a common Chinese identity in this vast land of 1.3 billion people, 56 ethnic groups and seven main Chinese dialects spoken by the Han ethnic majority. "Thank you" is pronounced "xie xie" in Beijing, "do jey" in Hong Kong, and "sha zha" in Shanghai. Need to know a price? Ask "wa tsui gim" in Fujian, but "duoshao qian," in Mandarin-speaking northern China. The pronunciation of Chinese surnames can induce mild identity crisis. Mr. Xu (pronounced "shoe") in northern China becomes Mr. Ko in Fujian, which itself is called Hokkien in the local dialect. Promotion of Mandarin – known here as "putonghua," or "common tongue" – began in the 1920s and became policy in 1955, six years after the communists seized power. Its use has been encouraged through an unending series of social campaigns, including the current one featuring TV presenter Wang Xiaoya on billboards exhorting Shanghainese to "speak Mandarin ... be a modern person." In the latest campaign, Shanghai city officials are being required to attend classes on perfecting their pronunciation, schools are nominating contestants in city-wide Mandarin speech contests and foreigners are being invited to Mandarin classes. Totally distinct from Chinese, the languages of minority groups such as Tibetans, Uighurs and Mongolians are officially recognized and taught in schools. Important documents are translated into major minority tongues and four of them – Tibetan, Mongolian, Uighur and Zhuang – appear on Chinese bank notes. Chinese dialects are based on the same system of writing. That means Cantonese speakers in Hong Kong can enjoy subtitled Mandarin movies and Mandarin-speakers can order off Chinese menus in the far west of the country. Rising incomes, greater travel freedom and the spread of education are also helping to break down linguistic barriers. Yet no one is predicting they'll dissolve entirely – or soon. "Many parts of China are heading for a situation of what linguists call diglossia, where there is one 'high' or public language ... and one 'low' or local language that is used among friends and family," said Stevan Harrell, an expert on Chinese languages at the University of Washington. Use of dialects may even be strengthening in some areas with strong local identities, sometimes for economic reasons. In Guangzhou (that's Mandarin for the great southern city of Canton), broadcasters are allowed to speak Cantonese to compete with the nearby Hong Kong stations. In places like Guangzhou and Shanghai, prevalence of the local dialect helps exclude outsiders from social networks that are key to securing good jobs and entry to better schools. Outsiders say it smacks of bigotry. "If you want to find a good job and be a success in Shanghai, you have to speak Shanghainese. Even if you do, they can pick you out by your accent and discriminate against you," said Steven Li, an accounting student flying home to the western city of Chongqing. Preservation, not exclusion, was the purpose of Tom and Jerry in dialect, said Zhang, the producer. "You've got Shanghainese kids who can't even speak Shanghainese," he complains. "I have friends who've moved to Shanghai and want to learn the language to better integrate into local society. "Isn't watching TV easier than studying textbooks?" Zhang cites semilegal Shanghainese broadcasting that pops up on local radio as evidence of continued demand for dialect programming. For now, Tom and Jerry will continue in Shanghainese on video, along with other versions in close to a dozen dialects. Oddy enough, Tom and Jerry didn't speak in the original cartoons, so the dialect versions give them voices they never had. Despite support for dialects, Mandarin's influence reaches deep. Speaking the language well is considered a sign of good breeding and education. And because China has bound use of Mandarin so closely to the idea of national unity, promotion of other dialects can sometimes be seen as insulting if not traitorous. Self-governing Taiwan's efforts to promote its local dialect have been angrily denounced in Beijing as "anti-Chinese." Even at an entertainment awards show in Shanghai, Chinese reporters drown out Hong Kong celebrities speaking in Cantonese with exasperated shouts of "speak Mandarin." The annual meeting of China's legislature is a jamboree of regional accents and languages. Delegates, including Tibetans, Cantonese speakers from Hong Kong and Macau and Turkic Uighurs from Xinjiang in the remote northwest, struggle to make themselves understood in Mandarin. Other delegates and Chinese reporters strain to understand. The farther from Beijing, though, the tougher communication becomes. In the bazaar in Minfeng, a town deep in the Xinjiang desert, ethnic Chinese strain to understand Turkic Uighurs' thickly accented, broken Mandarin. "Every Uighur student who comes here has already learned Chinese in elementary school. Their levels vary wildly, but they can all understand it at certain levels," says Li Qiang, principal of Middle School No. 1 in Korla, a town in central Xinjiang. But, he allows, "We sometimes need to work very hard to understand each other." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is fantastic. Now if only those same Shanghainese people wouldn't leave for Shanghai (from Hong Kong) and stay put, then Hongers would soon be learning the Shanghai dialect, and I could go to Hong Kong and learn Cantonese and Shanghainese, master my Mandarin at Beijing, get my bearings in Hokkien together... And voila! Four dialects under my belt. Of course, my English would suffer immensely, and moreso my Filipino. Oh well. It's not like those'd be important in the coming future anyway. Have a great day, you guys. Long live Chinese diversity! |
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October 17th, 2005
A Lot of Great Things POSTED AT 11:12 AM First--Lao Shi! Attitude! She can't speak super-fluent-Hokkien, so we can all just speak Hokkien around her, then code-switch to other dialects, and she won't understand what we're talking about and HAH!!!!!!!!! It's like, Kenn was saying to her: "Din le gong sha mi Hokkien u-wei ah?" And she just stared at him like... "Huh???" Haha! HAH!!!!!!! WE'VE FOUND HER WEAKNESS!!!!!!! Second, she showed lots of nice attitude. *flashback* Mark Roxas walks in the review class at lunch time, kanina. A bunch of us start pointing and shouting, "Ben zhu! (from the stupid class)" Lao shi stares at us and says "Ni men bu yao shuo "ben zhu", shuo "yi cun zhu" jiu xing le! (Don't say "stupid class", say "idiotic class" would be better!)" Yi Cun so that the Pu Tong Zhu/Ben Zhu/Yi Cun zhu can't understand. Hehe! Anyhooness, a certain someone opened up to me today... about stuff that had been going on with this person and this other person. No, it's not love, so rule that out. And at least this person made me aware that this thing with the other person had been going on for some time. Well, I gave my advice, and ayun. Up to the person whether the person wants to take it or not. Yeah, avoiding personal pronouns. Cheh. Now you don't know which gender which is. Hah. Jing Ye Si in Hokkien! Ceng zui (nasal) bin/bieng gue/guat geng Gi si de xiong song Gi tau bong bin/bieng gue/guat Di tau si go hiong Doesn't that just rock? Courtesy of A-yi Betty and Di Yi Diu... wheee! Okay, I don't know what else to add. Goodbye. |
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October 18th, 2005
Oh for the love of God POSTED AT 11:21 AM Ang lakas lakas mo maglagay, sobrang nakakahilo! I mean, my GOD, it's not like you want any MEN to smell you in school......... do you???? A horrible thought just occurred to me. Oh GOD. And he does act very... Oh no... I think he's... CALENDAR!!!!!!!!!! *hears H say something* SOUP KA DIYAN!!!!!!!!!!! Tomato wrapped in aluminum. Matagal pa raw. Ala vinylstripes. Why am I talking about these things? ANY*FRICKIN*HOOO... It was Mr. Aragon's birthday today! And Ms. Castro's today! Oops... greeted her today. But it was Ms. Espiritu's birthday today! She walks into the classroom and suddenly... Someone (Bryan? Earvin? Benedick/dict? (?)): Cher, diba birthday mo ngayon? Ms. Espiritu: *stares* *eyes narrow ala Jackie* *stares*.... I don't know. (Or was it "maybe"?) We all start applauding and greeting her and stuff. Sweet 39 na daw siya. I'm actually really happy for her... that she has peace right now, no midlife-crises, or what-have-you. Just... a lot of peace, and a really happy life. But Mr. Aragon was the shock of my life. TWENTY *FRICKIN* THREE????? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! He's twenty three! Like, eight years older than us! And he's been teaching in Xavier for TWO--count em--TWO YEARS!!!!!! This is his second year! I mean, no way! It's not absurd, or crazy or anything bad, Mr. Aragon, but it's just so impossible! Like Brother Haw! But then again... Mr. Young's only six years older than me, so that's also pretty impossible. Speaking of whom, after what happened before, I'm glad with how he's doing. I snuck a glance while he was in his office being pestered by people, and he was laughing and happy. Well, I'm glad to see he's doing alright. Ienne kept calling me this morning. Brother Haw was absent, and Mr. Ang took over. I was suddenly blasted by the shock of the difference. Mr. Ang was all... cold and efficient. Brother Haw was sensitive and warm. I suddenly missed Brother Haw and began to appreciate exactly how it was that he taught. Brother Haw! Come back! We miss you! He was sick last night pa naman... waaah! Come baaaaaack! I'm scared of Mr. Ang! My status yesterday: Lao Shi can't really speak super-duper-fluent Hokkien. Hokkien of the world, unite! We shall speak Hokkien around her and code-switch accordingly so she can't understand what we're saying! Or, we learn Shanghainese. Hi, Lao Shi :p This is the conversation that occurred: Hazel Wong (10/17/2005 6:26:18 PM): shi ma???!!! ni bie tai kending o! ye xu laoshi shi jiazhuang de o! ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:27:19 PM): wo bu xin ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:27:44 PM): wo kan, shi ni bu chang chang shuo Fujian hua, jiu hui zhe yang ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:28:59 PM): bu yao jin, shuo Fujian hua bu shi na me zhong yao Hazel Wong (10/17/2005 6:29:29 PM): bu xin jiu hao!!! ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:29:59 PM): chu fei, ni zhi xiang pian wo Hazel Wong (10/17/2005 6:30:04 PM): nimen jiu shuo ba! yexu wo ye bu hui shuo guangdong hua he feiyu a! ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:30:36 PM): dang ran bu shi ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:30:48 PM): ni chang chang gen ni fu mu qin shuo guang dong hua; gen bie de lao shi shuo fei hua ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:30:59 PM): ni you pian wo! Hazel Wong (10/17/2005 6:32:56 PM): ni zenme zhidao wo shi gen fumu qin shuo guangdong hua ne? you zenmen zhidao wo gen bie de feiyu laoshi shuo feiyu ne ??? ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:33:36 PM): di yi, ni yi qian you shuo le... zai jia jiu shuo Guangdong hua... ni ye you gao su Wang Shu Sheng... ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:33:55 PM): di er, wo you ting dao ni gen Bro. Lim gen Mr. Young shuo fei yu Hazel Wong (10/17/2005 6:34:42 PM): *multiple "thinking intensely" emoticons* Hazel Wong (10/17/2005 6:35:10 PM): *multiple "pinnochio-nose-elongating icons"* ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:37:29 PM): *multiple "sticking-tongue-out" emoticons" ecclesiastical_aver (10/17/2005 6:38:24 PM): ni wu fa... tan bai! AND for those of you who could not understand that *coughs* Jackie *coughs*, here is the translation: Her: Really? Don't be so sure. Maybe Lao Shi's just pretending... Me: I don't believe you! I think it's like this because you don't practice speaking Fukien. Don't worry, it's not important that you do. Her: If you don't believe me, that's even better! Me: Unless, you just wanna fool me. Her: Just keep speaking Fukien then! Maybe I can't understand Cantonese and Filipino either! Me: Of course not! You always speak Cantonese at home, with your parents, and Filipino with other teachers! You're fooling me! Her: How do you know I speak Cantonese with my parents? Filipino with other teachers? Me: First of all, you've already said before that you speak Cantonese at home. Second, I've heard you speak Filipino with Mr. Young and Bro. Lim. You have no other escapes, confess! This rocks. But, school is really annoying. Too much homework! Argh! Someone help me! |
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October 20th, 2005
It Really Makes You Think POSTED AT 10:27 AM All sorts of cheesy questions are being asked on this day, and one must respond in Chinese. Equally cheesily. But it really gets me thinking... what would I do on my last day on Earth? There isn't enough time to learn all the dialects I want to. Just enough time to have one last gimmick with my friends, have one last prayer, one last, quiet dinner with my family, one last, whole-hearted confession of love to all the people that I do, and one final set of goodbyes. *sigh* Well, that's a thought for tomorrow. But I've always sort of wondered, what if today is the world's last day, and that we just don't know? What about all the things we should've said and done? Or maybe it'd be better if those things were just buried away forever? No. Nah. Tuesday morning, Mr. Young walked into the classroom to give us the cards from our confession during the Recollection. He handed it out to us and was gonna make an announcement, but Mrs. Ocampo had continued to chatter away animatedly about how guys could tell if girls liked them, that they'd see the girl looking at him from the corner of her eye. Mr. Young had chosen that moment to stand at the center of the front of the room, behind and a little to the left of Mrs. Ocampo, and so she glanced back at him, ". . . looking at him from the corner of their eyes . . ." All he did was laugh, of course, and the class joined in. But it got me thinking (there's a reason for the title of this entry. Don't like? Don't read.), what about those people that I love that I never got to the chance to confess to because they're X number of kilometers away? And vice versa? ... It's very frustrating for me to think about death, and what happens when I'm going, and when I'm gone. To think about love, and the end of the world, and unattainable things, and the wealth of emotion, ideas and understanding that I have yet to tap into. I don't understand... but I want to. It's all confusing, and sometimes, I don't know where to start analyzing. Watashi wa ningen des. Word. Quote of the day: Ms. Natonton: What were Sun Yat-sen's influences? Marc Duca: Western ideas. Ms. Natonton: Why can we say that they are Western ideas? Marc Duca: Because... they're from the west? Having downloaded, consecutively, two Charmed episodes from the internet (I have a source...), I'm now extremely happy. It's about time, too, that I got my mouthful of season 8. 91% of the first bit of episode three of season eight already. Soon. The Chinese MT is tomorrow, in case you were wondering. And the Written Chinese MT is on Friday. Then QTs, then interaction (with Miriam College, High School sector. Insert joke here), then sem break, then third quarter, then Christmas, then fourth quarter, then summer, then Canada! I'm happy. Sort of. I'm quite content right now, except for DSL. 93%. And I want that Samsung Cell Phone. And I wanna learn Cantonese and Shanghainese and master Fukien. So yeah, all long-term plans. I'm happy right now. And I wanna remove any trace of previous love. When I say take-a-break, I mean take-a-break. And that's final. |
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October 26th, 2005
Wo Wu Yi Xie POSTED AT 03:57 AM I just don't wanna. Too bad. Read Christian's Multiply or Cath's Tabulas if you wanna know what happened. I'm just gonna talk about QTs and all the events that led up to it (except, of course, the Variety Show/ICA fair), as it's been *gasp* a whole week of my existence that has not been recorded! Yeah. Word-o. Anyhoo-y... The QTs have been... evil. Math and Soc. Sci. and Filipino--evil. It's been crazy, and this was how it went: Soc. Sci. and Math Filipino and Science C.L.E. and English At least I'm done with that. And remember the last few sentences last post (when was that? That was sooo long ago...)? Well, when I say break, I mean break. I'm taking a sabbatical, you guys. From unnecessary human relationships. Yes, I know, ALL human relationships are necessary to your survival, so I'm gonna just have lia tian-y relationships with my family, but pure hw with anyone else. I'm expecting it to last a month, or less. Maybe even more, but I will not stop til I find myself. When's it start, you ask? Next quarter, the first hour of. Yeah, that's all. And who knows, maybe it'll help me. You do know what this implies, right? No YM, no gimmicks, no chatting on the phone. Just me and my searching. I'm now working on a piece for Anthropos. Yeah, it feels good to be writing again. Letting it flow. So many things to do. I'll just tie up loose ends, and be on my way. I'm going to Hong Kong! |
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October 27th, 2005
Miriam! POSTED AT 12:04 PM We first went to Miriam, and then had a short briefing about stuff. But lots of technical difficulties occurred. It was then that I was informed that it was actually MIRIAM that invited XAVIER to their school. For an interaction. Oh my goodness. I thought we just... like... invited ourselves. Ala Xavier style. Anyhoo.. Mr. Aragon asks of me and Henry (soup *dila*) a favor. We're supposed to watch out for the "idiot" that'll man the comptuer and make sure he plays the right disk. Um... okay... Then I look around and see... Gino. Me: Is that the idiot? Mr. Aragon: No, that's not. That's Gino. The other guy is the idiot. Gino took over already. Me: Oh, I thought he was the idiot. Mr. Aragon: No... ANYHOONESSS . . . we watch the Miriam video thing about they're school life, and just as they're about to watch ours, it screws up. And we're promised a peek at it in the afternoon... but it never happened. We head off to the High School sector of Miriam College (Miriam College High School, as it's called. Yeah, my friends mocked this too). We walk around, wait, walk, wait, walk and arrive at an empty classroom. We begin some activities, headed by our facis--Leigh (his chosen name is WADE) and Thea something. I think. Someone correct me? First is the Icebreaker, called Divide and Conquer. Stuff like "Ten pairs of feet on the ground, two people can sit" and "No feet on the ground, one person sits" came out as orders. So we were supposed to touch each other like Sonny and Cher. Yech. We end up kneeling on the ground, feet lifted, and Bardo, for some reason was squeamish about kneeling on the ground. So he asked me to carry his one knee. I hold up his leg (as he's in a kneeling position and wanted to be supported). Doing so caused inordinate strain on my kneecaps and nearly caused them to rupture (joking). I yell at Mark to help, and that's how the thing ends. I am glad when the Icebreaker ends, and we continue with sharing. We keep our nametags, and learn each others' names. I meet Trizia Cruz, Vero Gran, Moselle something, something Agkawili (this is CARLO'S MIDDLE NAME), something Garcia. Then a bunch of other people (I really don't wanna remember anymore). So we have recess, and Bardo and I meet two new people: Anna Margarita Veloso ("Mita") and Patricia Jan Villa ("Jan"). Fascinating people. So I chime in with Bardo and we talk about stuff. Talking about the Herd Instinct in men REALLY broke the ice. See, faci people/Mr. Young/organizers/other people that don't care? Xaverians are highly capable of breaking our own ice. We do not need to grope like there's no tomorrow just so that we would have "gotten intimate" to "break our ice". Thank you. We're given sheets of paper called a "slum book" (I still think this should be spelt "Slam book" though), and we write answers to preset questions that each asks his partner. We didn't finish ours so we agreed to do it later at lunch. Somewhere between that, Ms. Natonton came by with her DigiCam and shot us. I pointed at Mr. Young, who had materialized behind her, and she turned to snag him. He "ssss"-ed and walked to us, fixing his hair, wiping up with a hanky. Ms. Natonton's facial expression was hilarious. She mimicked his gestures and stared at us questioningly. Turns out, he was primping for a shot. She took it. He took ours with Ms. Natonton and lots of horns (I was tempted to right "Sungay" but it came out looking like "sun gay" and, if i had put "sungay", you'd've though... "yaaaack. Like, ang coño" so MEH.) We have a game where we're given pieces of paper, and we play something similar to pants, but it's called Scattergories. They give us a letter and several categories and we write a word that fits them. Like: D Human Adjective Sex Toy Emotion Answers: Dex Dirty D***o Dread See? So we finish up that game, and we lose by, like, a point. Then we split into two groups (1 & 2 merge, ditto with 3 & 4), and we have a faci each. Leigh to 1 & 2. We then do charades. Three (randomly picked) versions: The Body spell, the Acting, and the Butt Spell. With the body, you spell the words by using your limbs and twisting your body. When you act, you act. It can't get simpler than that. When you butt spell, you point your posterior at the (unlucky) audience member who you have been assigned to And in the end, everyone ended up butt spelling in one grand Behind Spelling Bee. The image of Mr. Lacson Butt-Spelling "Philippines" is forever scratched into my brain. I have to wash my eyes. Who's got burn ointment, or like, valium? Finally, we have lunch. Just before we can We were protesting throughout lunch. She reminded us that we only had seventeen minutes left to eat. We speed-ate. We threw our stuff and attempted to finish our We walked back to their gym, where we sat and finished out stuff, then saw this thing up front called a dating game. Mix n Match. The Dating Game. X in Mix stands for Xavier. M in Match stands for Miriam. Weh. So they call up Raphael Camus, Nathaniel Caluban (vinylstripes...), Rayniell Lee, Wesley Que and Bryan Chua. The girl is someone I don't remember. But I know the guy is Carlo Roman after the girl got ALL FIVE FRICKIN GUYS (bleh.). Carlo won i think number 2 or 4, and then left. I had stopped paying attention after a while, cos I taught Mita chinese (both Bardo and I. Bardo was the greatest teacher). She had a little trouble pronouncing zhe and zhi (as in, "this" and "paper"), but she got it right at last. Jan was OP-ed, cos we didn't pay much attention to her, which i regret. We finished our Slam books though. The whole thing ended after the Sex Talk (which i don't think anyone listened to) and a few Miriamite dances and two bands (one from Miriam and Khampus/Kampus/whatever from Xavier). They did good. I think. Anyhoo, afterwards, we taught Mita French, and then said our goodbyes to Jan and her. Then we lined up and waited for our turn on the bus. But before that, I got to watch some uber cool backflips done by the gymnast people there. Damn cool. So we boarded and left. Got to Xavier at four thirty. Got to work at five. Raining. Hating the rain. It never comes at the good times. Always at the crappy times. Discovered a new song though: Go to her site and download the video there. Everything To Me by Liz Phair I bet it makes you laugh Watching me work so hard to reach you You never gave a damn About all of those things I did to please you All that you wanted, you found somewhere else And nothing could drag you away from yourself Do you really know me at all? Would you take the time to catch me if I fall? Are you ever gonna be that real to me? Everything to me Lucky I've been through hell Backroads and shortcuts I know them well Baby just stick with me We'll make it together, just wait and see Do you really know me at all? Would you take the time to catch me if I fall? Are you ever gonna be that real to me? Everything to me The walls they close in The air it goes out We're left with nothing but a shadow of doubt Nobody talks, no one is here It's just you and me Do you really know me at all? Would you take the time to catch me if I fall? Are you ever gonna be that real to me? Everything to me Do you really know me at all? Would you take the time to catch me if I fall? Are you ever gonna be that real to me? Everything to me I bet it makes you laugh Watching me work so hard to reach you |
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October 29th, 2005
Sabbatical, Not Quite POSTED AT 12:01 PM Rather, I was just thinking . . . and I wanted to write this down before it escapes me again. The idea of a sabbatical first popped into my head when JV went on one from his blog. I thought, well, at least I know that I can do such a thing when/if ever the need should arise. I thought then that what I needed was to throw myself in deeper, not pull back. The second push to sabbath came when I had sat down after receiving my copy of the speech for English. I stared at the piece of paper, and it became so clear to me that day, you could've used it as a pair glasses. My essay sucked like shit. I sat down at home, you know, trying to get the creative juices flowing for something cool and funny and witty that would catch everyone's attention, and would merit me a good grade. I had to somehow utilize the works of the previous assigned in order to somewhat channel the uniqueness and originality of their speeches. I stared blankly at the monitor for hours. I had never had such a bad case of writer's block, as my speech was the following day, and working with new things that i haven't felt out for myself yet hinders my efficacy. Then, somewhere at 8:30, in between Belgian Chocolate and Cantonese Grammar, it struck me--that was exactly the problem. I had been to focused on coming up with something that was different--that wasn't me. I had to just come full circle with myself again, and return to the basics of my soul and passions--I had to throw in as much flowery vocabulary and ambiguous terminology. I needed to be able to exhibit a bare flow of ideas, but masked with enough words to make it dazzlingly simple, but also just dazzling. I needed to be able to frame the ideas with enough shadow and twist, apply opposing deep and simple words to impede ideas into the air, and stupend the audience with the enormity and basicness of it all. I simply had to do what I did best. And there, I stood and stretched, the liquid in my brain already washing up thoughts and impressions that I wished to convey to the audience . . . It was then that I realized that I'd lost so much of myself in favor of fitting in with the society. And I think that's what I need to rediscover--the parts of me before that are now lost in the sands of time, and chance, and change. And after that, maybe something more. You understand now, why I need to take this sabbatical--this journey of self-discovery. I need to, first, find my substance, then my space in the world. And to do that, I need to be free of foreign influences. You see now, Mr. Young? If now, I was able to chance on a little bit of my past existence, how much more must be buried in my subconscious, waiting to have light cast on it again? I need to touch that again in order to be able to close that gap, fill that void, then move on into my next metamorphosis. Think first, then grow. |
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October 30th, 2005
Oh, Y . . . POSTED AT 01:43 PM You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble. You give your hand to me And then you say hello And I can hardly speak My heart is beating so And anyone can tell You think you know me well Well, you don't know me No, you don't know the one Who dreams of you at night And longs to kiss your lips And longs to hold you tight Oh, I'm just a friend That's all I've ever been Cause you don't know me For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy I let my chance go by A chance that you might love me too You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy Ooh, you'll never know The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me For I never knew The art of making love Though my heart aches with love for you Afraid and shy I let my chance go by A chance that you might love me too You give your hand to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away Beside the lucky guy Oh, you'll never know The one who loves you so You don't know me You'll never know The one who loves you so Well, you don't know me ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saw Lyndon's blog today... wow, he's got a blog now... I thought Beerkada used to be his exclusive daykeep. I'm still missing Y. I don't know if love hates me or something, but I really ought to stop missing Y. Y, you really gotta get outta my head. Now. Yes, now. Now as in ngayon. Haaay... better luck next time, my platinum angel. Listening to: Cannonball by Damien Rice |
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