Good Stuff and Bad Stuff

I mean, c'mon, let's all admit it. We can't avoid it. Can not.

29th of August, 2006

Henry, Raphie and I had been walking around after the (complete disaster of a) Pep Rally. I asked KOG some time later what it took to be a staffer.

A personal message: I have expressed sincere interest and promised perpetual support for the position. I am a passionate person at heart. What more do you want? Perhaps I ought to have "PICK ME! PICK ME!" tattooed on my goddamn forehead, as well?

Kaizer...

30th of August, 2006

The long, loooong-awaited gimmick!

I was at home, watching this movie with Andrew (my brother Andrew, not my classmate Andrew, because that would just be weird) about a guy named Jack Taylor, who has a daughter, and a woman named Melanie Parker, who has a son. They meet, on fine day, and instantly hit it off, fighting but at the same time falling for each other, all the way until the end of the day when... well, I don't know. I left before the end of the movie.

It's beautiful, really. Jack was played by George Clooney, and Melanie by Michelle Pfeiffer. Have you guessed the name of the movie, yet? ONE FINE DAY!!!!!!!!

I wanna watch it again. Hehehe... Hey guess what! Mae Whitman plays Maggie Taylor, George's character's daughter. (Henry, you get the significance already, don't you?) You probably all know of Mae Whitman because....

She voices Katara on Avatar! (Yes, Henry, the bells in your head are RINGING).

Quotable Quotes:
Melanie: So do you agree [to watch the kids for me]?
Jack: I'll agree if you say "Jack, please be my knight in shining armor.".
Melanie: Jack, don't be a shithead.

Anyway, so I get to PowerPlant and walk around because no one's here yet, but I am told by Walter that he, Charlene and Andrew (Yap.) would be arrive in thirty (it was eleven at the time).

So later on, they text me and I catch them stepping off the escalator. Then I start following them around and take pictures. It's quite a bit later before Walter catches me.

So we start walking around, and for some reason, beeline to the KTV room in PowerStation where Charlene proceeds to let me listen to 三年二班 San Nian Er Ban, which is so freaking cool-sounding that I asked her to send it to me the next time she catches me online. I then proceed to reference the Biconditional, which she then references to the Rascal Flatts from the night before. Hehe...

So anyway, Walter sings Hands Down and he and Andrew sing another song later when all of a sudden, Kenn arrives. The New Blue Crew is now complete! Condign.

Sim--I mean Kenn, and L--I mean Charlene sing 晴天, which I video (I'll give it to you if you ask real nice) and we beat it. We decide we want to eat lunch, but I find out from Kenn that Jackie and Catherine are here. As I camwhore Kenn and Charlene, Walter and Andrew begin to play some zombie-shooting game. Kenn, Charlene and I see Jackie in Bayo (boy, she really WAS serious about shopping here!) so we go and surprise them. Cath walking out of the fitting room with a top smaller than her head was not what I was expecting.

So we walk around, run around looking for each other, then I camwhore Char and Kenn from above (hehehe) until she sees me and screams (in a crowded shopping mall) and we all decide to go down to the food-level to eat. Walter's nose suddenly starts to bleed, so we remedy that, and then go to Mediterranean to eat. It wasn't... very nice. But oh well.

So we pay the check, and after much camwhoring, leave to go ... KTV! Again. So as Charlene sang her heart out (you HAVE to listen to her sing Faith Hill's There You'll Be... poetry in motion), and we powerstationed and powerstationed (Charlene beat the top score of 6900++ with a whopping 8032!) So we all have fun until we all decide to go down to Parking Level 3 where I immediately grab shots, and then proceed to cajole Charlene about doing the trampoline jumping thing. Charlene was, for some odd, odd reason, worried about weighing too much. HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY WEIGH TOO MUCH WITH A BODY LIKE THAT??? Jesus.

So she can do it, and even though Cath and Jackie and everyone are scared shitless at the thought of doing it (except Walter, who weighs a bit too much to jump), they're all urging her to go do it because it's a "once-in-a-lifetime experience". Well, you know, Cath/Jackie, it doesn't HAVE to be only once in your lifetime... *hint, hint*

I buy myself a ticket to jump, and maybe it's because it's been such a long, damn time since I last did it, but despite my absolute, unwavering confidence, when I first felt the tug of the bungee cords on my body, pulling me up, up, uuuup, and then those heebie-jeebies from quickly falling down, down, dooown.... well, let's just say my heart skipped a few beats and the blood froze in my veins.

"Oh, shit."

But it was great, because after bouncing a bit, the fear ebbed away and there was this powerful feeling of flying and being able to reach the sky somewhere in those five minutes of pure bliss peppered with failed backflips and failed front flips, and a gaping Charlene.

Kenn, Walter and Christian came by a tad later--while I was still jumping, no less. Anyway, jump, jump, jump...

So Charlene decided to try it. First, she climbed one wall while Walter and Kenn traversed (and we were all sweating like hell). Then, she hooked herself up on the harness and got to bouncing, and she did the most unexpected thing.

She screamed. And again, and again, and again...

Okay, maybe not so unexpected. But it was good. The feeling was wonderful, wasn't it, Char?

Video-ed her! Haha.

So as Katan tries her hand at it, we all... did a very bad thing.

Suffice it to say that while we were off, buying her Starbuck's... something happened.

And it caused a sort of downward-spiral in the mood of the day.

Because we hadn't even gotten to Starbucks when Katan materialized behind us.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Anyway, we went up to check on The Devil Wears Prada, but Kenn and I got to talking and suddenly asks me to go the bathroom where he explains everything to satisfaction and we rejoin the other people. Turns out, Andrew couldn't watch anymore, so we all decided to just screw and walk around with nothing to talk about. Christian was eating some kind of mushroom-and-egg crepe thing.

So we walk. And talk. And for some reason, go to Humor Post and take pics of people kissing stuffed toys, and PowerStation again (the boredom saver), where we camwhore some more and ride this weird vibrating ride with Jackie, before Kenn has to suddenly go, and Katan and Mark Keng have to suddenly go, and then Charlene, Walter and Andrew have to go, and Jackie, Christian, Catherine and I are left.

We talk about a lot of nice things, I order a Java Chip Frapp or something like that and drink with them in those tall table things beside the concession stand at the movies, then chat the time away until it's time to go.

But as I leave, I realize the night has only begun. I have another night out with Rachel, Courtney, Uncle Richard, Auntie Bambie, my brothers, Rhea and Billy.

But this one, I think I'd like to keep to myself. Let the pictures speak for themselves.

31st of August, 2006

Yep, today, I FINALLY got my report card back. The whole class was almost hopping on the edges of their seats when Examen came. The fact that there was still this annoying Examen in between us and those blessed sheets of cardboard made me so gosh darn irascible I almost stood up and took the cards myself. Then afterwards, Mr. Asis was all "I won't distribute the cards unless the classroom is clean."

Oh but this morning, since I got home really late last night, I decided to just sleep in until about 7:30, when I finally got my lazy (tired, actually, and with good reason) to move. I got to school at about 10:07, when Mr. Sy just dismissed the class. Lol.

Anyway, so here are the much-awaited grades!

Christian Life Education :: 90

English :: 88 (I know, right?)

Filipino :: 90

Mathematics :: 92

Chinese :: 97

Science :: 89

Social Science :: 92

Overall.... 2ND HONORS, BITCHES!!!! And a Chinese award. I'm content.

Funny conversation with Waldon:

Waldon: (talks about how he was expecting an 84 in Math, but got an 89 instead) Feeling ko dinoctor yan ni Manatad.

Me: Did you sleep with him?

Waldon: *gives me a weird look* Manatad is a girl.

Me: ... so you mean you don't sleep with girls?

Waldon: NO!!! Kasi sabi mo "him"!

R.O.F.L.!

It's Been Quite A While, Hasn't It?

There have been quite a few things happening lately.

My friendship with a certain someone seems to be "on the rocks". And I don't know why.

Two people ended up fighting. About? Well... a certain other someone and why "they were friends".

Chinese class has been moved elsewhere. We don't have to walk five floors down and five floors up anymore.

Edrian told me, during said Chinese class, all the way at the back, that he saw my post regarding Fr. Guy. Oh crap. I swear, he even sort of "threatened" (in a joking manner) (I hope) to print it out and send it to Fr. Guy.

I'm a freaking Sp again. What possessed me to raise my hand during the Sp meeting in the first goddamn place? And you won't believe who my Spree is. I don't even know him anymore! All I remember is that in Nursery, we were best friends or something. I think I cut his hair with scissors once.

I have become a pretty professional camwhore/film slut/photo bitch.

Charles and I have been bonding over Chinese... homework, of all things.

THE ICA PALANCAS!!! JEEZ MARK!

The Badminton Intramurals. The team was: me (first singles), Edrian and Charles (doubles), Kyle (second singles). We lost. Oh well.


Okay, okay, so it's pretty stupid but there's this fun pop song (yeah, I know. So sue me) by 金城武 or Takeshi Kaneshiro (yes, the fangirls' hearts will be doing contortions now. Pass the earmuffs). It's called 因為愛你. Listen to it!

因為我愛你不能在分手以后
才將你身影充滿心中
既然深愛著你就不能讓你走

既然你愛我就別在分手以后
才想到我好 OH～Baby
如果你愛著我就不要讓我走

因為彼此都相愛太多
難免心中會有些困惑
你說我們要彼此擁有
不想一個人孤獨地走
甜言蜜語就不要再說
只要將身體緊靠著我
如果不能夠真正相愛
怎麼能了解失落是甚麼
OH My Baby
為了甚麼 相愛卻終必成空

不要以為我愛得不夠
我的坦白請不要疑惑
你給我的時間并不多
有了你就沒有了自我
甜言蜜語就不要再說
只要將身體緊靠著我
如果不能夠真正占有
怎麼能了解相愛是甚麼
OH～My Baby
為了甚麼 相愛卻終必成空

因為我愛著你不能在分手以后
才將你的身影充滿我的心中
既然深愛著你就不讓你走

I love this song... hehehehehehehehe. Yes, I know it's pop. Shut up.

And guess what else... THE PICTURES ARE WORKING!

Check the other posts, guys, I've added pictures to them, too!

Let's talk about a certain Fr. Guy

Three people with M's in their names have been absent from school within this week.

There's Martin Fausto who is very sick.

There's Ms. Magallona who got into a rather serious vehicular accident.

Then there's Mrs. Mallo, who's been very weak since last summer. Now, since she's been absent, we've had this person named Fr. Guy fill in for her.

And on the VERY first day, he came in a soutane/cassock thing and it was just... well, I don't know what it was. Was that a move to intimidate us or make some kind of scary first impression or something? It seemed to have worked... Edrian later commented that the whole class was quiet because a) he was a priest and b) he had this feeling he'd go to hell if he made a noise.

He's a very good teacher; you can tell from the way he talks and expresses himself, how he can really make you think, and how he demands the respect and attention of everyone in the room (probably because he's a priest. Imagine, all my classmates, 11 years in Xavier, a Jesuit-run school, and are still in awe in a priest's presence). But personally, I do not like him.

Why? Well, for all that he's a very charismatic teacher, he lacks all of the grace, gentleness and compassion that I see in every other C.L.E. teacher. He's just too hardy, you know what I mean? He's so abrasive and rough-around-the-edges that I find his personality almost intolerable sometimes. Especially when he's driving a point at you.

Pass the valium.

OMG WTFH ROFLMAO NOOOO

I swear, I'd sworn off this for a year already.

Maybe it's that stupid Badminton-endorphine High I got.

Maybe it's because I've been hanging out with Kenn waaaaay too much. Well, actually, I doubt that's a factor. Seeing almost every male in our school grope and fondle his body from head/neck *cough*Alfie*cough* to his ... ehem... *cough*Kyle*cough*twice*cough* is not exactly the most lucrative reward for getting in shape.

But I don't know. I was just lying in bed this afternoon after an exhausting day at school when I suddenly just had this urge to work my body into even more exhaustion (could this possibly be a primal instinct to vent frustration? Because this day is by far easily one of the most frustrating days of the school year). I started doing push-ups, sit-ups/crunches--even those stupid dumbells that mom and dad got for Andrew for his wrist all those many years ago and just pumped it out.

Now I'm sweating like hell and my arms feel like they've been stripped of the ability to move. (Yes, my hands and arms are collapsed on the computer table and my fingers are the only things moving) But hey, even though my head's spinning, I'm happy. Endorphine-production has been at full throttle.

Elsewhere, LEE PANOPIO OH MY FRIGGIN GOD I'M SORRY WALTER THOSE STUPID STAFFERS KASI E HAD TO GIVE IT AT THE WRONG TIME *swears in rapid strings of Cantonese* THIS IS JUST SO SCREWED UP AT LEAST WE'VE GOTTEN RID OF THE STUPID EVIDENCE AND YEAH I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M STILL TYPING IN THIS RIDICULOUSLY BIG FONT IN ALL CAPS BUT I'M HIGH AND HAPPY AND MY HEAD'S SPINNING AND MY FINGERS ARE TAKING CONTROL SO DON'T SWEAT IT AND STOP READING WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT BECAUSE THIS REALLY ISN'T GONNA MAKE A LOT OF SENSE OR GET TO ANY POINT BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I'M LIKE RIGHT AFTER I'VE WORKED OUT AND IF MY ARMS DIDN'T FEEL LIKE JELLY I'D BE A LOT MORE COHERENT AND DEEP JEEZ I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL READING THIS IS JUST LAME AND IF YOU'RE LIKE ME YOU'LL HAVE GONE NUTS FROM THE SHEER LACK OF PUNCTUATION AND RAPHIE WILL PROBABLY TELL ME I'M A DISGRACE TO ALL NORMAL SENTIENT BLOGGERS ACROSS THE KNOWN UNIVERSE BUT HEY THESE ARE THOUGHTS COMING FROM MY HANDS AND A VERY FUZZY CLOUDED BRAIN WITH LOTS OF KEF TO SPARE SO YOU REALLY CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL FREAKING READING THIS YOU MUST BE LIKE THE MOST PERSISTENT PATIENT PERSON IN THE WORLD EITHER THAT OR YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO REGARD FOR PUNCTUATION AND THE FINERIES OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND SPEAKING OF FINERIES WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THOSE IDIOTS THAT CAN'T SPEAK MANDARIN PROPERLY I MEAN THEY ALREADY FREAKING DUMBED CHINESE DOWN FOR THEM THE LEAST THEY CAN DO IS FORM THE WORDS PROPERLY THAT IS LIKE AN ACTUAL NORTHERNER AND NOT LIKE SOME IDIOTIC AIRHEAD THAT HASN'T BEEN TAUGHT CHINESE FOR ELEVEN FREAKING YEARS OF HIS HUMANE EXISTENCE I MEAN THE FACT THAT SOME PEOPLE STILL CAN'T DIFFERENTIATE THE PINYIN T AND THE PINYIN D AND THE PINYIN G AND THE PINYIN K AND THE PINYIN CH AND THE PINYIN ZH AND THE PINYIN C AND THE PINYIN Z IS FIRST OF ALL ABSOLUTELY DISGRACEFUL AND SECOND JUST SO STUPID TO LISTEN TO THAT I CAN'T HELP BUT INWARDLY LAUGH AT HOW LOUSY THEY SOUND I MEAN IF THEY CAN'T EVEN FAIR SEMI-WELL IN MANDARIN HOW WOULD THEY FAIR IN HOKKIEN AND ONE MORE THING HOW COME TEACHERS ARE ALWAYS SO PICKY ABOUT STUDENTS SAYING HI TO THEM IN THE HALLS I MEAN I ALWAYS ALWAYS SAY HI IN THE HALLS BUT THEM NOOOO WHEN I BUMP INTO A TEACHER OTHER THAN MR. YOUNG AND MS. JOYA THEY'LL JUST LOOK AT ME AND LOOK AT ME UNTIL WE'VE PASSED EACH OTHER BY IF I DON'T WAVE HI SO WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO SAY THEY'RE WAITING FOR ME TO MAKE THE FIRST GODDAMN MOVE I MEAN I'VE DONE MORE THAN MY FAIR SHARE NOW IT'S YOUR TURN.

Okay, I feel a lot better now.

A lot of the stuff that's bugged me is now off my chest. Haha! Well, no, nothing deep today. Just a lot of honesty. What you have read above is exactly how I felt, and no other implications or thoughts or assumptions have been included.

Quarterly Tests

These days are pretty good.

Except for the day you get the actual results back.

The day after the quarterly test (Saturday, the 19th of August), I was just working in the office. Crap. And somehow, miraculously, that evening, I was able to summon the energy to call Kenn up on the phone and talk with him into the wee first hour of the morning. Something like what I used to do with Walter, and yet different. Rofl, I can still remember Kenn running around from his spot at the computer, the spot where his cellular phone was and the place where the phone was.

So anyway, on Monday morning, I had gotten supremely annoyed at the parents and brothers because we were supposed to go play Badminton at the old Country Club at 8, but we left close to 9:30 already. So we finally got there, and I was hit with this wealth of old memories and nostalgia. Valle Verde is an inseparable part of my childhood--i've been going there ever since I was six to train in Badminton, all the way til I was about thirteen, every weekend. In fifth to sixth grade, I trained every weekday and Saturday.

Coming back to the court that I played in for all my childhood and hadn't seen in more than three years brought back so many good memories. I found that one of the sets of chairs on the side had been removed, and the scoring post had been transferred to the other side of the court. I remembered coming with Coach Brandon to train from about eight or nine in the morning all the way until about eleven thirty to twelve. I remember all the friends I made there, all the years we'd spent studiously training.

I remembered every cut, bruise and scratch I'd incurred, every praise, every scolding, every stance-forming exercise, every jump, every bounce of the ball on the wall, every drop, every frantic dash to retrieve the ball, every mocking laugh, every handshake, every torn shuttlecock, every scraped racket, I focused it all into one super-charged smash on Alex.

It felt absolutely wonderful. I played like a God that day, glowing with nostalgia and love and I realized all the reasons why I loved this sport had never really left me. My growth spurt has also helped with the Driving and Smashing.

I guess that three-year hiatus helped me recharge. Because you see, it got to the point where I was so tired and sick of this sport that I couldn't bear playing it anymore. Just the thought of having to do it had driven me to the point of depression every Sunday morning.

Now, I can barely wait to get cracking on it again.

Of course, a sudden break into Badminton, a full-body sport, after a 3-year hiatus FROM sports is not without its consequences. The morning of the day after (i.e. today), I sat up in bed, turned around and nearly fell back down on my bed from shock. Ouch. My whole body hurt like hell. Every muscle seemed to be screaming in protest. I was almost late to class today. Haha!

And today, I got my QT scores back.

Not pretty.

English was roadkill. 53/80 (76 Highest Possible Score with incentive)
Social Science was no better. (65/80)
Science was a massacre. (44.5/55)
Filipino was a blood bath. (48/75) (50/71.75 with incentive and corrections)
Math however, was suprisingly better. (42/50)

I do NOT want to know how I faired in C.L.E. tomorrow. I might just suddenly cry. WHAT WAS UP WITH THAT SCREW-PROSTITUTES-VIOLATE-YOUR-DIGNITY QUESTION ANYWAY???

Took a whole bunch of pictures today, and I saw Enrique Sola.

Apparently, he was supposed to leave on the 15th, but didn't. His friend's birthday was on the 15th too.
So he's supposedly leaving this Thursday, the 24th.

So it turns out, Walter got Enrique too. How very interesting.

Obvious by Westlife (Yes, I know, but I don't care. They rock, no matter what anybody says.)

We started out friends but something happened inside me
Now I'm reading into everything, but there's no sign you hear the lightning, baby
You don't ever notice me turning on my charm or wonder why I'm always where you are

I've made it obvious; I’ve done everything but sing it
(I've crushed on you so long, but on and on you get me wrong)
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice the way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

I've heard you talk about how you want someone just like me
But every time I ask you out, we never move past friendly, no no
And you don't ever notice how I stare when we're alone or wonder why I keep you on the phone

I've made it obvious; I’ve done everything but sing it
(I've crushed on you so long but on and on you get me wrong)
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice the way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

You are my very first thought in the morning and my last at nightfall
You are the love that came without warning
I need you, I want you to know

I've made it obvious, so finally I'll sing it
(I've crushed on you so long)
I'm not so good with words
And since you never notice the way that we belong
I'll say it in a love song

And sing it until the day you're holding me
I've wanted you so long but on and on you get me wrong
I more than adore you but since you never seem to see

Since you never seem to see
I'll say it in this love song

A Day With Kenn

The quarterly tests have been ridiculous. I just found out I got a minus twenty in English because I missed a page. I also just failed Filipino. My math grade had better be effing good because I spent a lot of time studying for that.

Urgh.

But the feeling of at last finishing the test has been exhiliaratingly refreshing. Of course, today was not without its quirks.

Ms. Catahan (who proctored my Filipino test): Advanced ka pala sa Filipino.
Allen: Oo... hindi halata, ano?
Ms. Catahan: Hindi.

And my chat with Mr. Chua...

Mr. Chua: haha advanced math is really tough
Mr. Chua: i have a lot of students complaining that tehyre in advanced
Mr. Chua: odd thing is andun pa rin cla
Mr. Chua: hahaha
Me: it's called ambivalence... it's a pride and a punishment... you learn to hate it and love it as you go
Me: sorta like me in Filipino
Mr. Chua: ur reg in fil?
Me: advanced...
Me (with hesitation, and taking a leaf from my conversation with Ms. Catahan): di halata ano?
Mr. Chua: uhmm dont get offended ha
Mr. Chua: pero yah

Nonsequitur Note: WHAT IS IT WITH SCIENCE TEACHERS AND MY FILIPINO???

I have to start speaking in Filipino more before I get mistaken for an American-born Filipino or something.

Oh, God. And I remember when Mr. Khonghun told me I had an "American Twang" (which I don't--just ask Henry) and Mr. Abelita used to wonder if I grew up in the U.S.
Guh.

So anyway, I went over to Mr. Young's directly after my test and we started catching up some more (as we started catching up yesterday). His computer was slowly reformatting itself. Then the ITC guy who went to the CR came back in and attended to it. Somewhere there, Alfonso (Solano) comes in and then two people (Timothy and someone) came in to get their bags via Mr. Gabriana. Yeah, apparently, their bags ended up in the Counselor's office.

So we talk, talk, talk... Kenn comes in, talk some more and I begin the Day's CAMWHORING.

There was even a video where Mr. Young actually said the word "molester" in reference to someone within the room. Isn't that so cool? (Ask me for the video!)

So anyway, Kenn and I move out of the room when we start to get hungry (via Alfonso dragging him out of the room. Seeing this, I grasp his arm and yank him back until we win the tug of war and Alfonso sees and goes "No fair!"). Anyway, we leave the vicinity of the school via Gate 9 but not before a short bathroom break where we primp. As soon as we step towards Gate 9, I'm hit with this incredible, unbelievably lifting feeling of nostalgia of the days when I used to walk out of Gate 9. I just realized how small Gate 9 seems now that I've grown up. The Gate 9 of my memory has always been huge and intimidating, with dark light and tall guards.

I think Nostalgia is the sexiest thing in the world. Okay, well sexy is too reminiscent of pleasure. What I mean to say is it comes across as the most beautiful kind of recollection that just hits you with a wealth of old memories that've somehow burrowed deep into your memory that you can't just call up on a whim. I love Nostalgia.

As we walk out the gate, we bump into Barney and two other people. We head over to Ash Creek but on the way, we meet with... the very person who I was sort of looking for.

WALTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Walter borrows Kenn's phone and calls someone with it. As Kenn and he just stand in the wind, I snap a couple of pictures before we proceed down to the Ash Creek proper and meet Walter's mom. We take even more pictures (and I got one with Walter's mom in it. (She's camera-shy, you see) HAH!) of ourselves. We proceed to Pancake House and sit down as Walter and his mom come in. They've already eaten, though, so Kenn and I order. He got a burger of some sort (plus fries) and I got an Asian Salad. (Oh yes, Kenn treated me, cos I forgot to bring my money. Damn! We were supposed to treat each other. NEXT TIME!) So Kenn and I started eating (and I was asked by Walter's mom if I was on a diet, because all I was having was salad. Well, I forgot what I'd answered, but the truth is that I've been pigging out on junk food recently (BIG TIME) and I had to compensate by having at least a whole day of pure-veggie meals.)

So we talked, I camwhored, Walter's mom was camera-shy, I made some calls to mom...

So they finished and decided to leave, and Kenn and I stayed and chatted some more. I snapped a pic, a video and we left. We made our way over to Gate 2 where we assumed we were supposed to be let in. We weren't. We were just sitting there, and I was camwhoring Kenn, but they wouldn't let us in. After swapping stories about the crappiness of the whole system, we went to Gate 14 and were allowed in there.

We soon bumped into Mrs. Ocampo who was going to translate a speech she made in Chinese. I told her she could ask Ms. Ngo, since she's the most capable. And in Fukien too.

So Kenn and I walk around, sit, talk with Dennis, Filbert, Alfonso, Bert, Alwyn, etc... Bert had serenaded Kenn with his guitar while I took pictures. After hanging out a bit more with them, Kenn invited tme to go with him to go to his special place, which shall henceforth be called, "Kenn's Haven".

I'm not going to reveal where that place is, but it's really nice there. There's wind (!) and a great view. But before that, Kenn and I entered another CR and primped some more.

Anyway, so we were standing around in Kenn's Haven and talking, talking, talking and it was joy because we talked about some of the most interesting things... i.e. Prom and Chinese class...

I liked it.

Then we moved on and went to the Grade School to collect the last of the basins from the teachers and end up talking about 15 minutes over with Mr. Alexander Santos about comicbooks. And here is when I find out that Kenn is actually an avid comicbook fan. WOW! I never knew that about him. He says he used to be the biggest geek of the batch until Constantine came out and he dropped it for that. Haha!

Anyway, so we travelled up and out of the Xavier and onward to ICA where we waited for about 15 minutes for Charlene to come out so Kenn could give her the Jay Chou music CD and inform her about the news that Initial D is lost on Nicky so he couldn't bring it. So I snapped a couple of pics and Charlene dragged Jackie over. Jackie got all insecure about her "oily face" and refused to have a picture taken.

So Kenn and I left to get his friend Darla's "contributions" (and Darla gave him something extra, too). So we headed straight to the Doubting (doubt the first weep the second trust the third live the fourth) place and relived a lot of old memories. Then at the end of everything, all the enjoyment and activities we did, Kenn, Gian and I left together. Gian went the opposite direction, I took a pic of the place and Kenn and I made our way to Gate 1.

Then he walked me to my car and I left.

What a wonderful but exhausting day.

Let's all offer our prayers to Denise Ong and her family. Life is unfair sometimes.

When I Get Where I'm Going (Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton)

It only proves that country music is indeed the best g-dang music you'll ever hear on this Earth.

I LOVE COUNTRY!

When I get where I'm going, on the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do is spread my wings and fly
I'm gonna land beside a lion and run my fingers through his mane
Or I might find out what it's like to ride a drop of rain.

Yeah, when I get where I'm going, there'll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years
And I'll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah, when I get where I'm going, don't cry for me down here

I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy
And he'll match me step for step
And I'll tell him how I missed him every minute since he left
And then I'll hug his neck.

Yeah, when I get where I'm going, there'll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years
And I'll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah, when I get where I'm going, don't cry for me down here

So much pain and so much darkness in this world we stumble through
All these questions I can't answer
So much work to do

But when I get where I'm going, and I see my maker's face
I'll stand forever in the light of his amazing grace
Yeah, when I get where I'm going
Oh, when I get where I'm going, there'll be only happy tears
Hallelujah
I will love and have no fear when I get where I'm going
Yeah, when I get where I'm going...

***

First day of the First Quarterly Tests today. I had Social Science and Science.

Now, last night, I invested more than four hours of study to Social Science--and I was still so unsure of so many items!

And there was this essay question that required us to ennumerate effing-FOUR leaders of Athens and what they contributed to its Democracy. I about flipped. WE WERE ONLY TAUGHT THREE!!! And then in Science--which I invested about 35 minutes of study too (and just before the test, during recess, at that), I got only 4 mistakes, tops.

F- you too, whoever you gods of Irony out there are.

God I'm sleepy. I just kept yawning...

Oh, we had Mr. Lacon (Guidance department) for Social Science and a Ms. Martinez (Filipino department) for Science. She was very Ms. Aragoncillo/Mrs. Inahe like. Very... yes, I will quote Henry, saucy.

I have tutor for Math later. I hate life. HATE LIFE!

But at least C.L.E. and English tomorrow will pose no threat. An hour and a half for both of them, at the most.

Well, done ranting now. I can look forward to a good, new life after the exams.

Plus, I have basins (what are basins in Filipino? What does that mean to you?) to get. Eagh. Friday!

It's all gonna end on Friday. Friday.

These Days are upon us...

It's the Quarterly test once again. Today was a rather good day, though.

English - I got my Portfolio Entry back yesterday, and I received 100 + no comments, which means it was all just great.

A while ago, I spoke with Ms. Magallona. I asked her if the reason she wanted the full 10-page version was because she couldn't understand my shortened version. She said no, it was because she wanted to enter it into a contest. Hmmm...

Also, I wrote a rather (in my opinion) lame analysis of The Last Leaf yesterday. It's a good thing Filbert, who I was paired with, wasn't asked to recite today when Ms. Magallona asked some good examples of analyses to stand up and recite (namely Martin and whoever is partner was and Peterson/Carlo). Then she asked us (!!!) to stand up and give our analysis. I was absolutely baffled as to why she would want my unworthy excuse for an analysis to spread to the other members of the class. She mentioned it was rather creepy, too.

Hmm.

Computer - we showed our videos from the week before here now. It went great! Haha! Our group's video was 500 MB and the computer in the PC Lab that Ms. Concepcion used had obscenely low RAM so it lagged to death while she was copying it. We ended up not having enough time for the fifth/last group. Ours was so messy. WE HAVE THE MAC UNITS. YES, THE MAC UNITS. *TEN ORGASMS HERE*

Recess, Math and Soc Sci were nothing out of the ordinary.

Chinese - I thought we'd be going to the classroom over at the far back of the AVR areas again (beside the MAC LAB). We ended up going aaaall the waaaay dooownstaaaaairs. Agaaaain.

But in my opinion, it was sort of like our way of saying farewell to the place. We have both good and bad memories associated with that place, but now we're formally parting with it and starting a new quarter with a fresh room, nearer to our classrooms, colder, cleaner and much nicer.

But anyway, while we were in the old room, the Speech Lab, I approached Ye laoshi with the 千字文 qianziwen (The Thousand-Character Essay) and asked her to explain. But surprise-of-surprises, she took one glance, covered the paper and recited it from memory!

Taken very much by suprise, I turned around to express my surprise into the air behind me--and bumped into Kenn. I literally had to grab onto him just to keep my balance. I'm like, how the heck did you appear there?

Anyway, it turns out, Ye laoshi had memorized about 200 characters from that poem before. Very interesting.

I then asked her what it meant, and she begins explaining each four-character line, and its significance to Chinese culture. Kenn and I were listening intently until that point where she said she was tired, so we took a break first. I lent the paper to Kenn, asked Ye laoshi if I could go to the xishoujian and went to get the CR pass. Kenn then glances at the second sheet of paper, where part of the qianziwen spilled over, because it couldn't all fit in one page, and some lyrics. He happened to chance upon "紅塵" angtin ("world of mortals", but literally "red dust").

He began reading it in Mandarin, then asked me what it meant. I then proceeded to read the first few lines in Hokkien (it's a hokkien song, you see):

店店的老月　靜靜莫講話　偷偷看人過
世間夢一回　青春已經過　頭毛漸漸白

The last part of which he laughed at.

When I came back from the CR, I found Kenn and Ye laoshi talking about things, so I joined in. All in all, I loved this period. It was wonderful. We got to talk lots, bond and stuff.

At times like these, I really love life.

Filipino - I got my LT back, and I got a 48/50, which is waaaay better than I expected to get. He said "Malikhain" daw. Well, of course, Stanly got higher (perfect, please!) and Peterson, too. But I'm very satisfied with my grade. 48... wow...

Filipino-Science - I was talking to Mr. Chua on the way back, and I finally asked why his email address was what it was. Apparently, it's got something to do with Tuna melt and he just randomly chose the letter x. I thought all along that it was Dance X. Haha!

Then in the prayer, Mark (Roxas) referred to Mr. Chua as Mr. Sy by accident, and Mr. Chua spun in his place and death-stared Mark. Then at the end of the prayer, he was all, "Who am I?"

And then when we greeted him, "Good afternoon.", someone said "Mr. Sy" as a mockery. Mr. Chua asked who it was, and I think it was Rossini that TJ Santos was pointing to. Then TJ made up some excuse going, "Sabi niya, Cher, Mr. C" And everyone else was all, "Right..."


Anyway, let me share with you a few pictures.



Mr. Asis with Ms. Yao, now... and is that Ms./Mrs. Albano with Mr. Chua? Hmm...



Mr. Chua and Ms. Yao in what looks to be some sort of Latin dance. Interesting. COUPLE! Joke.



As some of you may have noticed, I've been posting some Photosh--*cough* enhanced pictures with Chinese on them recently. Well, this way, I've been able to combine two of my greatest passions--Chinese and Photography (and a bonus Passion 2.5 of Photoshop). Well, there you go! Who knows when I'll stop? Hehe.

Today, I gift you with two.

Well, you know, Mondays never have been good days.

But today is an exception. There were next to zero requirements due, nothing to do--all we did was have fun.

We have a new locale for Chinese class.

I took a whole truckload of pictures.

The camwhore in me is satisfied, for now.

And here is a wonderful song (once again, of Jay Chou's) that I found the music video of recently.

晴天 - 周杰倫

故事的小黃花 從出生那年就飄著
童年的蕩秋千 隨記憶一直晃到現在
ㄖㄨㄟ ㄙㄡ ㄙㄡ ㄒ一 ㄉㄡ ㄒ一
ㄌㄚ ㄙㄡ ㄌㄚ ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄌㄚ ㄒ一 ㄌㄚ ㄙㄡ
吹著前奏望著天空我想起花瓣試著掉落
為你逃課的那一天 花落的那一天
教室的那一間 我怎麼看不見
消失的下雨天 我好想再淋一遍
沒想到失去的勇氣我還留著 好想再問一遍
你會等待還是離開
刮風這天 我試過握著你手
但偏偏 雨漸漸 大到我看你不見
還要多久 我才能在你身邊
等待放晴的那天 也許我會比較好一點
從前從前 有個人愛你很久
但偏偏 風漸漸 把距離吹得好遠
好不容易 又能再多愛一天
但故事的最後你好像還是說了拜拜

I love it.

Phone Conversations In The Deep of the Night, Yeah

I came across a startling realization last night while chatting with Walter:

I have never spoken to Charlene or Kenn on the phone. Ever.

Now that's just odd, because I've been friends with them for quite some time now, and you'd think that I'd have had the sense to call them up at least once. But noooo, I didn't.

So I did. Walter gave me Charlene's number and I called her up. Throughout the duration of the call, we were able to translate Huang Hun into English, and discuss SINDAKAN in Days. Hmmm...

So I told her I'd go to sleep, but after I hung up, I seriously couldn't. So I thought, why the hell not? I IM-ed Kenn and asked for his landline.

So we started talking, and then at about 10:30, he had to go. So we said bye.

Now one of the things that had become startlingly apparent to me was that it was very weird hearing their voices but not having their physical forms in front of me. It was like this scary echo of sorts. I don't know... I guess I'm just so accustomed to having their faces in front of me along with their voices I was thrown off a bit.

I mean I literally felt blind when I heard Char's voice on the other line go "HEY, AL!"

Interesting.

Elsewhere, the other day, Stanly read my Maikling Kwento in Filipino. But I didn't know. It was Ryle who asked for it, and I thought he was just going to inspect the format. Then Stanly handed me back the paper and I suddenly panicked. It's like, "Oh no! He's gonna see how sucky it is! I must burn it! BURN IT!"

And then I see Stanly's face all happy and he was all, "Ang ganda." And I was taken aback and sort of just froze while I was processing those words. Wait, what?

He even asked me to send it to him so he could edit his own work a bit. So now Ryle and Kenn were all excited about it. Hmmm...

Now for those of you who don't know, Stanly is like the Filipino-God. So praise from him is like WHOA.

Yesterday, he sent me his work. Now this is way better than anything I could come up with because it's straightforward (without all those Messy Symbolisms), there's an ending but it's not a happy one. And I personally enjoyed how he retained his Stanly-ness in the story instead of completely changing his persona, like I'm wont to do.

Seriously, ask him for it. Despite a small abruptness in mood at the start, I'd say 5/5.

Charlene also introduced to me this wonderful, wonderful song this morning:

藉口 by 周杰倫

翻著我們的照片
想念若隱若現
去年的冬天
我們笑得很甜
看著妳哭泣的臉
對著我說再見
來不及聽見
妳已走得很遠
也許妳已經放棄我
也許已經很難回頭
我知道是自己錯過
請再給我一個理由說妳不愛我

就算是我不懂
能不能原諒我
請不要把分手當作妳的請求
我知道堅持要走是妳受傷的藉口
請妳回頭
我會陪妳一直走到最後
就算沒有結果
我也能夠承受
我知道妳的痛
是我給的承諾
妳說給過我縱容
沉默是因為包容
如果要走
請妳記得我
如果難過
請妳忘了我

I can't face another day

It's Confirmed

i am completely alone.

Bit of The Past

http://www.xanga.com/oh_cali

Her name is Carla Lizardo. We have history.

See, as a child, I used to play Badminton regularly, and the place where I trained happened to be the place where she trained, too. Now, I once tried out to join Batang Pinoy. We happened to be in the same team.

Now, I'll admit that I certainly wasn't the nicest person or easiest to get along with back then. And that's probably why I didn't get along with these girls (i.e. Carla, Lisa, Janina and Chibby). Well, I mean of course we were civil, but you couldn't call that budding friendship no matter how you broke it down or analyzed it. So I left Valle Verde in seventh grade because I wanted to take a break from Badminton and that was the end of that.

Now, all these years later, when I've left that sordid part of my life in the distant, distant past, she has to go and leave a reply on my old blog (which I don't even use anymore) about the Soph Night. Now I don't know why she's suddenly decided to intrude into my life again but it did more than just kick up some long-settled dust. It's stirred some reflection.

Way back when, I saw her as a bitch. But then, I was an asshole. Age brought a lot of maturity, depth, understanding and compassion on my part. Why not hers, too?

Hmm... by reading her blog, it's fairly obvious that she and Jasper were on for a while. Hence, soph night.

Well, I don't know. And I won't really bother to sniff her out and talk to her. Or any of them. It's been a long time coming, and that part of my life is and has officially been in the past for quite some time now. I don't want it back, either.

Elsewhere...

It's been a rather long week. Somewhere around dismissal time, while I was walking around with Charles after I'd helped him with Chinese, I realized that today was Friday. Meaning that there were no classes tomorrow. Meaning that I did not have to do a speck of homework tonight. Meaning that I could sleep early!

Yes, you see, I've lacked sleep for the past few nights because this week, the week before the Quarterly Tests, is Hell Week, as it is traditionally called by Xaverians of generations past. Meaning that all the lessons, homeworks and quizzes that the teachers had not been able to give in the duration of the quarter were crammed into this week. Yet I survived!

Uhuh, today is indeed the blessed Friday. That moment when I realized I was free, and all that was left between me and freedom was Gate 14, I nearly yelled out in joy. This was the very moment that I had been fantasizing about since I woke up on Monday morning. I savored it til I was almost sick of it, and walked out of Xavier a free man.

Elsewhere...

I was rifling through some old stuff in our room when I came across this card.

It said:

Chen yi hui
陳奕輝
Ken Tan

Yep. That's my old teacher from fifth grade (fifth grade... everything seems to have happened in fifth grade...), Ken Tan. Sadly, it's only got a long-distance number and a cellphone number. He gave this to me back in 5th grade, so I have no idea if it's still the same or not.

Wonder where he is now...

周杰倫 - 髮如雪

狼牙月 伊人憔悴
我舉杯 飲盡了風雪
是誰打翻前世柜 惹塵埃是非
緣字訣 幾番輪回
你鎖眉 哭紅顏喚不回
縱然青史已經成灰
我愛不滅 繁華如三千東流水
我只取一瓢愛了解 只戀你化身的蝶

你髮如雪 凄美了離別
我焚香感動了誰
邀明月 讓回憶皎潔
愛在月光下完美
你髮如雪 紛飛了眼淚
我等待蒼老了誰
紅塵醉 微醺的歲月
我用無悔 刻永世愛你的碑

啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦
啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦
銅鏡映無邪 扎馬尾
你若撒野 今生我把酒奉陪
啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦
啦儿啦 啦儿啦 啦儿啦儿啦
銅鏡映無邪 扎馬尾
你若撒野 今生我把酒奉陪

Brother Haw once asked me

Brother Haw was my ex-Filipino teacher in H2. He's moved on to Ateneo now to further his studies, and I feel blessed that I got the chance to be his student, despite the trauma that entailed. He's a great teacher, very empathetic in some ways.

We were chatting one time.

Me: siya nga pala! nabasa ko yung kwento mo sa Anthropos
Me: ang galing talaga!
[There was this story he wrote in Anthropos, the title of last year's literary magazine for Xavier. Apart from the fact that people were just plain shocked that he was writing in English (he's a Filipino teacher, after all), there was also the fact that he wrote about how a man was heartbroken and chose to become a priest. To anyone with brains, the connection is very clear.]
Bro. Haw: malinaw ba? gets mo yung point ko?
[At this point, my first reaction was to say "Err... not really.", because I REALLY didn't get it. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I realized the last few lines (during the Christmas eve when he knelt at the Church and asked God, "Would you like some company?") that I realized he was actually saying that THAT was how he had decided to become a brother. I literally backspaced the words one by one with this somewhat shell-shocked-realization look on my face and typed in...] [EDIT: Okay, apparently, that's wrong. It wasn't then that he considered brotherhood. I remember him telling me that he got a bit addicted to it when he joined some prayer stuff way back when. This is when he realized that he wasn't alone in being alone (paradoxing). Jess was, too. And on his birthday, no less.]
Me: oo nakuha ko siya

We don't talk much anymore, but that was one of the best conversations we've ever had. Wonder where he is now...

*For those of you who are curious as to what he looks like, you can see a pic of him here.

I Guess I'm An Isya

A while ago, in Filipino class, we formally closed our discussion on Paraisong Parisukat. To end it, Mr. Claro posted a seemingly philosophical question.

Isya ka ba?

Filipino Advanced, skip the following.

Isya is the main character in the story. She's apparently a very ambition-less girl who has replaced her home with Mirashoes Inc. Apparently, she's lost all her family, and now practically "lives" in and for Mirashoes. When her colleagues Emy and Belen ask her about her background, she replies, "Wala akong kwento." Then she meets Al, a very ambitious young man, smart and the type that could ascend the ranks. Unfortunately, though, he doesn't want to stay in Mirashoes. After he's made a bit, he'd like to move on. But he's fascinated by what a simple person Isya is. The budding romance inevitably ensues, but somewhere along the way, Al is exasperated with his condition, strikes out and gets himself fired. Isya, model employee that she is, stays and recevies another medal for 8 years of loyal service. Then all of a sudden, she just breaks out in anger.

Mostly, it criticizes how the people think. That they can give up what they can have, what they deserve, and settle for what they have. But it's because they choose to be satisfied and never to want more that this happens. That they're afraid to be exploring again (like how some people tend to be when they've been in a relationship for a long time).

We should never be like that. It reminds me of the time when I was at Mom's Family's Place in Oroqueta, and they got to talking about their children. Mom remembered something from the Joy Luck club. The little girl there kept telling her mom that she was expecting/asking too much of her, that she'd never be the perfect girl she wanted her to be. Then her mom said, "Is there anything wrong with wanting the best for my kids?"

Mom proceeded to say that, "咱若無希望, our children will not reach their full potential." It's true. If you don't keep pushing them and pushing them, they will never realize that they can reach their dreams.

I love my mom, sometimes.


So now you get the context behind Isya.

There's another. G. Claro explained that Isya saw Mirashoes as a sort of Heaven, when in fact, it encouraged a kind of slavery and unquestioning (read: BLIND) acquiescence. Heaven in Hell.

I think I'm an Isya. The Phils is made out to be some sort of Heaven but I don't see it as such.

Xavier is made out to be all good but I don't see it as such.

My home is made out to be all good but I don't see it as such.

Haaaaay.




I am seized with a sudden longing for the old H2 days in Science regular with Mrs. Vasquez. Kenn to my right, Rod to my left, Lance in front, Charles to my front-left, Gian to my front-right, and all the fun we'd have. Kenn, Gian and I. Haha! What fun.

That's when I taught them about licking the whip, I believe. Gian and Kenn also started teasing me about my shampoo-commercial-worthy hair. My God, I miss them doing that. Shit.

I ruined the plangganas! I have to show Gian and be scourged or something. God... ang daming nasayang.



Ooh lookie... It's our (Kenn and my) dear Science teacher in a rather... hm. Suggestive position.

And who is that foxy lady he's with? It's none other than...



Ms. Melanie Yao! My dear, dear Math teacher in High One. They're honestly a cute couple. I should get one of him and Ms. Amanda Lu.

I got these pics from Ms. Yao's Friendster. Ciao!


THE ENERGIZER BUNNY:

Aldwin Calubad: makakatulognakomga3to4am
Raphael Malilay: Do what I did: eat sugar and drink coffee for breakfast
Allen Yu: ...
Allen Yu: are you crazy???
Raphael Malilay: Hey
Allen Yu: you'll be like the energizer bunny on steroids
Raphael Malilay: All the grogginess just goes away
Aldwin Calubad: cgemaybei'lldothat
Allen Yu: NOOO!
Allen Yu: i want my friends! not energizer bunnies!

I am always the voice of reason.

In case you're wondering, Aldwin's spacebar was out-of-whack.

Today's Little Story

Let me tell you a story.

There was once a little boy who had a beautiful cream-colored towel. It was soft, texture like a bird's down, so he quite enjoyed sifting through the soft threads and hugging his towel on cold mornings before he bathed. The brilliant yellowish shade reminded him of the meekly blowing autumn trees with marigold and vermillion leaves that bled together as they left their homes on the high branches. It reminded him of the sepia sunrise of a far-away country he had been forced to leave behind. It reminded him of the napkins in one of his favorite seafood-Chinese restaurants where he'd learned to eat Beef Wok. So it was not just a towel.

Then one day, one of his brother's friends came over to their house and slept over. Now this friend had a skin disease, so the little boy's mother was rather wary of him.
He awoke the next morning and he found he had no towel with which to dry off with when he had bathed. The little boy's mother thought to herself, "My little boy is but a child. He will not know it if I take advantage of him. I will take his soft cream towel and give it to our guest to use."

And so she did.

The guest thought highly of them when he left, for he was given such a lovely cream towel to use, like silk on his skin. But the towel was infected with his disease, so the mother thought it correct to burn the towel, for she could not very well let her little boy use it again.

And so she did.

When the little boy came home and found what she had done, he was devastated. The mother thought she could make it up to him. Now, he has several new toys and a pretty blue towel.

But he misses his soft cream towel.


Raining You by Brad Paisley

Well, I looked out today and saw that the sky was gray,
And I thought about the way you loved days like this

Driving into town, it really started coming down
Bringing me back around to all that I miss

It feels like it's rainin' you
It feels like it's rainin' you

I didn't even run inside or worry about staying dry
Besides, there's nowhere I can hide these feelings now

Running down my face
Takes me to another place
I can't think of a better way to drown

It feels like it's rainin' you
I can't explain it, but I am baptized anew
It feels like it's rainin' you

If I had my way, it would do this every day
I would never see the sun
Because the closest I get to holding you again
Is every time that sky opens up

It feels like it's rainin' you
I can't explain it, but I am baptized anew
It feels like it's rainin' you
It feels like it's rainin' you...

I Didn't Want My First Entry

In a long time to be about this, but it's the first thing in a long time that I've felt strongly enough to update about.

Martin told me today. About it. What you do.

I am unhappy. I hate it. I somewhat wish he didn't tell me.

And it just confuses me. Because there was that one time when I really believed that you were good. That it was okay. I feel bad.

I just feel really bad.


So here's a basic rundown of the bigger things that have happened over the period of time in between this entry and the other one.

- Had a nice long talk with Kenn on Thursday. It was good--we walked all over the campus, chatted and had a lot of fun. We oughta do it again.
- I am now a ... spoon (I just changed the word so I don't give it away. Ask me what it means).
- Courtney's come back from Canada.
- Laoshi got hella mad with Pohan, Leigh, Maverick etc... well they had been causing trouble, so it just cut them down to size.
- I've met a fellow blogger named... Rens.
- Raphie and I ran into Sola frisbee-ing. At one part of the conversation, Raphie told Sola,

Raphie: My editor asked me to explore the human side of Frisbee, so I figured, since you're human too, I could interview you.

I may have found it dead funny, but I'm not mocking it. I'm really just laughing at the posterity.

- Appreciation Day, I got to school at 5:15 am and did NOTHING until six thirty plus. But I suppose it was worth it.
- Char's birthday gimmick. She's sweet sixteen now. Awww.

Can you believe it? I almost missed THIS:

Simply because my parents were irresponsible! Un-fucking-believable.

- Walter's grandfather was rushed to the ICU, and among other things, his day went to hell.
- I wasted over four hours one night simply cutting my 10-page Portfolio Entry into a pithy three pages since I thought that was the limit, til I found out the next day that it was the AVERAGE, not the limit.

I've been fairly happy with myself lately. What I've been unhappy about is my life. The things around me.