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| Gee whiz, it's Saturday night and I'm beat. If only I didn't eat too much then I'd already be in bed, sleeping and smiling like an idiot in a perfectly peaceful way. But I still feel too full, and I'm afraid that I'm gonna go all pukey if I made the slightest attempt to lie down. Today was a lot of fun, and I can't even tell you why it was. It would just sound so ordinary. I mean, I woke up, took a bath, ate, complained about having to go to school, went to school, had a weird class, hung out for a short while, dropped by the mall to buy something, went home, ate, ate, ate... I hung out with a bunch of kids from our neighborhood today. They're a really fun lot, they made me laugh so hard. Renzel, a 10 year old boy, innocently asked, "Do you have a sister?" Yeah, I told him, vaguely thinking of E.  He looked confused for a moment then yelped, "I thought you were her- or she was you- you're like twins!" Then Marivic, an eight year old girl, asked me all kinds of questions. Actually, they all did. These are the kinds of questions I had to answer today:"Where's your mother?" "Where's your father?" "Why are you fatter than your sister, doesn't she eat?" "Are you Chinese?" "You and your sister both wear glasses, huh?" "Do you have a husband?" Then these are the stuff I heard from them after my replies: "What! That's your dad! I thought you and your sister were only rooming with him." "But you look Chinese!" "You're prettier without your glasses." "You're Bossing's girlfriend!" That's the hilarious part, they call my gay friend Mike 'Bossing' or 'Boss' (they all worship him because he plays with them) and when I told them I have no husband they kiddingly said that I was his girlfriend! Then Mike himself appeared and Mon-Mon, Renzel's slightly bratty younger brother, told him: "My father said you were gay. Are you gay?" Then all the kids started asking simultaneously, "Yeah, are you gay? Are you gay, are you gay?" "Well, it all depends on what you mean by 'gay'. If you mean gay-happy, then yeah, I'm super joyful," Mike told them and they all rolled their eyes while I laughed loudly. I also recorded them while they were doing a lot of their funny antics. It was cute, actually, and afterwards they would all hover around me to watch, the boys laughing loudly and the girls giggling happily while playing with my earrings or my hair. Maybe one day I'll actually quit being lazy and upload it on YouTube. --------------- So Equilibrium  is out on another one of those debuts tonight, while I am sitting here at home in front of the computer. 10:24... hmm, maybe I can still make something happen.Like, you know, go to sleep. I really am beat. After I finally feel like I have all these food stuff inside my tummy processed, I'm gonna call it a night! Hope it's soon!I hope E doesn't wake me up in the middle of the night to sleep next to me because she's got a friend sleeping in her own bed. |
| Ahem, my vocal cords were just stretched, thanks to my dad. He convinced me of singing the female part on that song "Suddenly" by Olivia Newton-John and... Cliff Richard? Is that even correct? I've been singing since I was a kid. I even belonged in the school choir on my high school freshman year, but due to inconsistency and laziness problems, I ceased to be a member.  Ahh, the days of innocence. Anyway, after a long time I picked our guitar up again this morning. I'm telling ya, the thing needs to retire. I tried tuning it back to goodness, but there's no hope. When I played a couple of Jack Johnson songs "Flake" sounded like TFF's "Mad World", for some reason! Talk about weird!I just found out that I advanced a couple of inches again. I always thought I was a 5'7" but turns out that I'm 5'8" at the least. That's nothing compared to gypsy4evermore 's 6'1", but still! I've heard somewhere that you stop growing in height once you reach 21. So better grow every inch while I still can, right? Wait... is that even true?  --------------- I've been writing a short story for Gaby ~ Quiet contemplation  's "Invalid Item"  . It's been so long since I wrote something, so I think I really suck now. It's still in private restrictions... let it suffer privately in its sucky misery for a while.--------------- I just checked my cellphone and saw that I had eight missed calls and six messages. All from Shiela. I wonder what she did to her boyfriend this time?  Happy Birthday to vivacious  , all the best to you Andra! |
| If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again? Man I love that song. I went to see my best friend today. As I said in my previous entry, she's sick- last night she was bleeding while running a very high fever. When I got to her place Mike was also there, and I burst out laughing when I saw Shiela wearing several layers of clothing and this long, black skirt to keep her warm. She's on the road to recovery now- our prayers worked! Nothing could keep her down that long, anyway. My best friend, even though small and petite, has one of the strongest personalities I've ever came across. She's a riot, even when sick she's still pretty loud and her wiseass remarks can never be beat! Everyone likes having her around cause there's not a second that passes that no one's laughing when she's there. After a couple of hours Mike and I finally left her and went to grab some coffee. But before that, I accompanied him in his shopping thing and while he was looking through clothes and stuff like that I was way, way, WAY bored. I almost drooled on the clothing racks. I like it when I'm buying clothes for myself but I'm a pretty quick buyer, while there's people that takes forever just to buy one measly pair of pants. Come to think of it, Mike's still tolerable, I have this friend Jackie and she drives me absolutely nuts. She can't make her mind up about what to buy, thus taking us a lifetime to go from one place to another. One time I even yelled at her cause I was so impatient and mad. I received a call when I got home, and our convo went something like this: Me: Hello? Her: Can I talk to Christine? Me: Who's this? Her: Michelle. Me: (holding phone away for a second) Pa!!! Turn the TV's volume down, I can't hear a thing! (going back to the phone) Hey! Her: Hey! How've you been? Me: I've been okay. What do you want? Her: That's mean! What makes you think I want anything? Me: Uh- cause everytime you call you want something? Okay, so Michelle's one of my high school buddies and I love her and all, but I'm serious that everytime she calls she needs something from me! I can still remember the first time she did, I ended up rushing to her place just to reformat her computer and fix her internet access. The last time she called me she was asking for help for her Visual Basic database projects, so I gave her a whole video rental database program I created that I could've sold for a large sum. (Hmmm I'm getting ideas) Anyway you can see why I become very skeptical everytime she calls me. Turned out I was wrong  The girl called just because she really wanted to know how I was doing. What's funny was that I accused her of being drunk, then high (well, she sounded it) but turns out she was sober. Anyway, we talked for about half an hour, and this may sound mean, but I couldn't wait to get off of the phone. I've really come to hate that thing, I dislike it even more than I dislike replying to text messages. (Of course it's a different case when it's my elder sister that's on the phone, we can talk for two hours and I wouldn't complain.) Maybe it all depends on who's on the other line? Even with texting, I guess.Well, it just made me realize that sometimes I should cut people some slack and give them the benefit of the doubt. --------------- It's Benjo's birthday today... I remembered cause there was this whole reminder post of it on another site I frequent. I thought about greeting him, but decided against it. What's past is past- I think there's no point in getting all friendly with him again. But I'm going to greet Nada , Happy Birthday, Nada! Have a great one!Thank you to welkerdeb for the Supportive MB she gave me. I was touched.  |
| There's a new typhoon that entered the country, so it's raining hard again. Looks like I'm gonna be moping the rest of the day. I hate it when I mope. My best friend is sick, we were supposed to go hang, but that's obviously not gonna happen now. Oh, well. We were talking a few days ago, and suddenly she asked me if there was really no way that Ramon stood any chance with me. I told her 'yeah, no chance' and she said it wasn't like she was rooting for him or anything like that, but she said she was seeing how he's doing everything just to please me and things like that. I told her honestly that there were times when I thought about giving the whole thing with him a try myself, but in the long run I know it wouldn't work, so better leave it as it is. For the past couple of nights I've been staring at my ceiling longer than usual, thinking. I'll be a graduate this August and I should start looking for a job.. but I can't, and there's a good reason for it. Maybe in a few more months but at the moment I can't. And I'm thinking, what do I really want to do? I have studied programming, networking, multimedia, and other computer-related stuff but the reality is I think I suck with computers. I want a job where I can travel and get paid for it! I want to meet new people and be in places I haven't been to before. There's so many things that I want to do but feel that I can't. I guess only God knows. I just went out and did something, now huge droplets are all over me, they're even in my glasses. Arrg. Don't you hate it when that happens! Okay, so this is hilarious, I've just been reading past comments from my friends on my Friendster page and most of them are making me crack up. I'm gonna share some of them with you... Tin! She's a good listener... especially when I'm drunk... she's cool and all, you know she looks really nice and everything but there's an ugly reality within.. haha joke! Peace! I miss you and the rest of the crew... don't worry I'll be there on Mykee's birthday. Mwaahh, Soc You're crazy! Probably something we have in common though knowingly, neither one of us would admit. Yet something that perfectly fits us- as if we wouldn't get along without it. - May Wear your skirt, I'm gonna make a deviation out of you! - Ty Tin, she's a loser! She's always like, staring blankly into space and stuff like that. Hehehe joke! She's cool to be with, just a little stingy, if you know what I mean. Crazy and cheap! - Bogs She almost slept outside the house last night, she arrived at the wee hours of dawn and only then realized that she forgot her key! Heheheh, talk about stupidity! - E E's always making fun of me  PS - I've just finished The Count of Monte Cristo. Good book. |
We read a lot of Shakespeare, then Dickens, Twain, and other American Classics for English Class on my high school years, and they made their impression on me, but of course I was more into our literature more than any other. There are four Philippine literature that has to be read during the course of our 4 years in high school, and they are the following: Ibong Adarna for freshman year - This is a popular folktale in our country. It involves a dying king and his three sons, of whom the youngest was to be the savior of the whole kingdom. It involves a beautiful woman who would give the young, good-hearted prince the power to capture the majestic bird that has the power to heal the king. In the end it turns out that this beautiful lady was also the bird (go figure). Florante at Laura [Francisco Baltazar] for sophomore year - A classic story about love, kinda like Romeo and Juliet. This is the life story of Florante and Laura in the Kingdom of Albania: culled from historical accounts and paintings which describe what happened in ancient Greece, and written by one who enjoys Tagalog verses. It is in awit form, which means a 'song', and it has 339 stanzas. Noli Me Tangere [Jose Rizal] for junior year - literal Latin translation is Touch Me Not. This was written by our National Hero in the spanish language and was published in Europe in 1887. He started this novel in Madrid and was half done by the time he left for Paris. This novel created so much controversy at that time, during when we were still under the Spaniards, and Jose Rizal was later shot to death by the Spanish Colonial Government that ruled us at that time for rebellion accusations. This book is a scathing, full-scale indictment of the Philippine political and religious regime, and the book and Rizal's martyrdom sparked the biggest revolution ever to take place in our country, which eventually led to our independence from the Spaniards. El Filibusterismo [Jose Rizal] for senior year - This is the second novel written by Dr. Jose P. Rizal and a sequel to Noli Me Tangere. He began the work in October of 1887 while practicing medicine in Calamba, Laguna. In London of 1888, he made several changes to the plot and corrected a number of chapters that were already written. Rizal continued to work on this novel while in Paris, Madrid, and Brussels and, on March 29, 1891, finally completed the manuscript in Biarritz.Out of these 4 literary pieces, the one that affected me the most was Noli Me Tangere. I read the whole book the summer before my junior year and I cried long and hard after I finished reading it. The way Rizal wrote it was so powerful and the characters so vivid, I was even depressed for two whole weeks. That was the thing about it- the characters were real. They described true, real-life Filipinos that lived at that time, and I felt their sorrow, their captivity, their helplessness. I got the best grades on my Filipino class that junior year My friends were amazed because they knew I wasn't even studying, but that novel made its way in my heart, and up to this day is still very intact. The story centers on the two major characters, Crisostomo Ibarra and Elias, and the trials in both of their journey for personal happiness and justice. The reason for all the discord is the state and political mechanism and the powerful and evil system of the Catholic Church. I am currently reading (and halfway done) with The Count of Monte Cristo (thanks Zack you got me picking them up again), which was one of the influences to Rizal when he wrote Noli, I believe. I'm liking the whole plot but maybe there's just nothing compared to a story such as one that depicts your own country. Though Noli Me Tangere was written over a century ago, this novel still touches the hearts of anybody who has read it today, and conjures up the indescriabable love and passion for our very own country. The English translations have also touched many, and have lent insight to this country's past trials and persecutions.  Crisostomo Ibarra went to Pilosopong Tasio to ask him for advice about his plan to build a school. He saw a book on which the old man was working and thought that the old man was using hieroglyphics. He asked Tasio "But why do you write if you don't want to be read?" and the old man replied,"Because I'm not writing for this generation, but for other ages. If this generation could read, it would burn my books, the labor of my whole life. But the generation that deciphers these characters will be an intelligent generation, it will understand and say, 'Not all were asleep in the night of our ancestors!' The mystery of these curious characters will save my work from the ignorance of men, just as the mystery of strange rites has saved many truths from the destructive priestly classes." |
| I didn't think I had anything to say today, but I received a couple of e-mails from welkerdeb when I opened my inbox this afternoon. I don't know if you've received e-mails from her as well but she seems to be in trouble. She just transferred her blog to my port, and you can see that her latest entry is pretty messed up. I'm really worried about her, so I just ask all of you, especially her friends, to e-mail her and give her your encouragements. I don't know when she'll have the chance to read it but nevertheless I think she needs all our support right now! welkerdeb Also keep her in your prayers, we may not know what it is exactly that she's dealing with right now, but God does. I love her to death and hope to God that she's okay. (I hope she's just really drunk and pray that tomorrow we'll all be laughing about this!) |
I am grinning like an idiot because I finally heard from mdstryker..is back after a long time. I missed you, Matt! How come you were gone so long, huh? HUH???  So, it's Saturday night, and I'm staying put. I haven't been feeling that well a while ago... I went to my usual Saturday class but my professor was being such an idiot so I left. He was an hour late, spoke a few words about going to a sporting event next week, and then went out and was gone for like twenty minutes. I was like 'Whatever I'm getting out of here' so I left! I paid some bills and then went home. The weather was crazy, and unstable, much like I was a while ago. One minute it was pouring, then the sun's up and it got really hot, and when I got home BOTH was on full force. The sun was shining brightly while a hard rain was pouring. It's pretty weird, but's it's known to happen before. My best friend was supposed to come over but I wasn't feeling well so I told her not to. There was a lot of text-messaging that went on (sorry, Tor ) and when I think back on it I had been blunt and unfeeling and unstable. I found out that she was already on her way here but only turned back, so I felt kind of guilty and told her sorry for being so unstable (I was like 'no, don't come over- okay, just get here- no, no, forget it, I'll just see you tomorrow). Of course it was nothing to her but I had to say it. They've been bugging me about my birthday. They want to throw a party for me and asking me if they should invite this and that but I was like, 'nah, not him, no, forget her.' So they decided on a simple get-together and I was setting the rules like "No alcohol!" I may sound like a total wet blanket but it's just one of those things that I have to put my feet down on and say, 'you know me, and this is my day, so- deal with it.' I mean, I have no complaints when it's just any other day or if it's another friend's birthday but the celebration's all about me so... you do get me, right? I'm not a hypocrite, I've drank several times before, but then realized... what's the point? I only get red spots and I don't even feel good afterwards, and besides, it's all against my personal convictions. So, the whole thing about my birthday's still pretty unclear, and to tell you the truth I'm really lazy about the whole thing. We'll just see, I guess.Anyway... today is Scarlett 's day so I'll end this now and rant more when it's MY day. : You're in a sinking boat with a gossip friend a two-timing ex-boyfriend. Who do you save first?The boat or the paddle? |
| I'm a very affectionate person. There wasn't a day that passed in this house where I didn't hug anybody. I'm fond of kissing my family, too, and we're all very comfortable saying "I love you". My dad, mom, and elder sister are fairly sweet people and they're almost the same. E, on the other hand, is a different story. Whenever I try to kiss or hug her she goes "Eww! Stay away from me, crazy woman!" but you know what? I think she likes it, she's just really good at pretending I'm the same with selected friends. In the Filipino language you can call me malambing (ask Ean, he knows these stuff! ) and it would be true. Of course I can still be a major pain but most times I'm very sweet to those people that I treasure the most.I've heard somewhere that an average person needs 16 hugs a day. When I googled about it, I read that a family therapist named Virginia Satir said that we need to get four hugs a day for survival, eight hugs a day for maintenance and 12 hugs a day for growth. To me the number doesn't really matter; the important fact is, there IS a need in us to be held. Here's more research about the importance of touch: A doctor would go visit his patients everyday for their usual round of Q & A. He gave each and every one of them the same amount of time, the only difference was while asking them about the usual doctor-patient stuff, half of them he would touch, the other bunch he wouldn't. He did that everyday for a certain amount of time and finally when the patients were questioned, "Did your doctor spend a lot of time talking with you?" The half that the doc touched said "Yes, he certainly did!" while the other half said, "No, he really didn't." So these guys put money in the change box in a public telephone. Obviously people would come over and make a call. And then- you know how people are, and how they do. They would put their hand in the little coin receiver at the bottom to see if there was any extra change, and they'd always find maybe a few coins. Then the people that put those in there would come up and say, "Did you find any money in that change box?" They'd say no. They'd lie. Ninety-seven percent of the people said no.Then in the same experiment, they would leave the money in there, and come up and say to the person, "Did you find any change in the change box?" But this time they would reach out and touch them on the shoulder or on the arm. This time, 95 percent of the people said, "Yes, I found money in there." And they offered it to the person who asked. I'm sure there are more experiments and research about these out there, but you get the point. A small, simple touch works wonders, and somehow makes us more honest, too! A simple touch can also calm the angered, comfort the troubled, and lift the spirit up of a sad person. Sometimes words aren't even needed- the touch itself speaks volumes.Last night I saw an example. It was obvious that Mr. Duran's blood was all up, man he was pissed off about the stolen water meters! But when my father put his arm around his shoulders and cheerfully said, "Mr. Duran, relax lang", the man's face immediately cracked into a smile and he calmed down. There's just something about touching someone (and no this doesn't justify touching yourself!) ahahahah! I just had to clear that up! Of course there are bounderies that shouldn't be crossed, like hugging an absolute stranger or kissing a childhood classmate you haven't seen in a gazillion years (and who you aren't even close to) and... huh? Yeah? You know these stuff? Of course, of course, I don't need to tell you these. I go on. When we went to church last Sunday the pastor talked of the same topic. My father suddenly said, "I just realized I haven't even hugged or touched your Ate Grace the last time we visited her. How about you?" I told him that I always kiss her everytime we see her. My dad was like HAHAH! Kidding, but he did promise himself that he would do that next time.So, I have just reached amazing blog lengthiness, let me just encourage you to give someone a big hug or a sweet kiss right now. Be it your spouse, or your friend, or your lover or your dog, just go ahead and do them (and yourself) a favor. Just remember to wipe that dog slime off of yourself afterwards, or no one else would want to touch you. |
| Typhoon's gone; the sun rose today. This turned out to be a surprisingly good day. This morning I was having a really bleh time and was all whateva so after I cleaned around the house and took a bath and stuff I went back to sleep. By the way, a burglary occured around here last night. Five water meters were stolen, that's how hard life is in the Phi right now. Those water meters had some elements of bronze in them, and that's pretty expensive here, so they sell it at junk shops. They remove the glass and destroy the needles so they could pass it off as junk. We found out that starting this year there's been 80 stolen water meters already. Adding what's been stolen here last night, that makes it 85. So I woke up, and there's no water. Papa was outside dealing with everything and thank God it got fixed pretty fast. The thing is that our water meter wasn't stolen, those five were our neighbor's. We've always been asking the Lord for protection so I say that God protected our property. Anyway at around 1 in the afternoon my friend Mike came over. I was still all groggy when I let him in, but nevertheless I was happy he came (but I needed my sleep so I went back to it!). He was at our computer all afternoon and when I woke at around 4?pm I commanded him 'scoot!' so I could check my e-mails. But I was lazy and bored and wasn't in the mood to lose myself in cyberworld so I logged out pretty fast and told Mike, 'let's get the heck outta here.'We walked around the neighborhood, bought whatever snack we found, munched on them, talked, until Shiela came and we did the same thing all over again. Walk, talk, smoke (not me), eat, laugh, stuff like that. We were still hungry so we decided to walk the three streets away to the nearest fishball/kikiam/kwek-kwek vendor. They're some of the yummiest street foods here in Manila and it's what we buy when we're hungry and broke. I should have taken pictures of those things! You'd get a kick out of all of them, plus they really taste good! So we were walking and just as we reached the corner of our street these three puppies were loose and they were all barking like mad. I had an experience of a dog chasing me on our own street so I was kinda scared, but Mike and Shiela were two of the most 'whatever' people I know, so they just walked on. The puppies were chasing us and barking at us and I was a nervous wreck, and one almost bit Shiela but Mike chased it off. Anyway when we returned the same one that almost bit my best friend finally succeeded and bit Mike. I was really pissed, I mean the bite was nothing extreme, but those puppies (especially wild ones) shouldn't be loose on the streets just like that! Then I saw the owner come out of his house and I let him have it, along with the ultimate glare  Shiela was howling with laughter while Mike inspected his leg. I swear, that girl doesn't take anything seriously.We hung out for a few more hours. The little children were all out, our street was absolute chaos (chaotic fun, that is). Everybody was laughing and having a good time, Mike even played with the kids. The adults of the neighborhood were also hanging outdoors, talking about (what else?) the stolen water meters, the most exciting thing to happen in Pilar Village since the crazy naked woman that ran on Main Street. So, that was my oh-so-fun day. How was yours? I'll bleed for you like a new tattoo In my heart you'll stay permanent. - Urbandub |
| In honor of Scarlett who's having her very own birthday this August 5th I'm writing several lists of five cause I am damn well bored. Most Embarrassing Moments: 1. I wet my skirt when I was in first grade (and I felt so lost and lonely ).2. I fell down the stairs when I was a freshman in high school and a bunch of seniors hooted. (That was pretty much my friend's fault. She was laughing so hard she didn't see me in front of her when she jumped in ecstacy). 3. I accidentally kissed one of my friends who I secretly liked at that time. (Hey it wasn't my doing! He was dropping me off and I leaned to peck him good-bye on the cheek when he suddenly turned his head and there you go.) After that I was like 'Oh. Bye.' and he was like 'Uh... okay. Wait!' Then proceeded to talk about a school project 4. I fainted on my Citizens Army Training during my senior year (but everybody thought I was acting so I could get out under the horrid heat of the sun). 5. I walked in on my parents while they were having sex (it was totally their faulty door lock, don't look at me). Rush Hour/Peak Season Moments: 1. My friends and I decided to dine out and the restaurant we picked was overflowing. We decided to wait for a table and by the time they led us to one I was really hungry. I was hurriedly maneuvering through tables to get to ours and in the process managed to knock a man in the head who was eating at the table beside ours. He stood up and good-naturedly said, "Do you have something against me?" I just laughed and apologized while my friends told him that I was just really hungry. 2. I was doing the grocery shopping with Ate Grace and the place was just packed. I was the one pushing the cart and this guy's cart was right in the middle of the path, blocking the way. He was totally ignoring the fact that everybody had to maneuver their carts really hard so they could get past his, so after a few unheeded 'escuse mes' from me I charged on ahead and hit his cart hard with my own, making it skedaddle into a very awkward position. 3. Mall. Packed. I was in a hurry. Did I need to say more? There's always these people that block the ways like they owned them! Anyway a girl was shopping with her boyfriend and I went all 'Excuse me.' The girl ignored me and just went on holding shirts against her body and stuff. So I went on ahead, knocking her on the shoulders pretty hard, and she was all sarcasm when she said "SORRY!" I glared at her and said, "Pahara-hara kasi!" which I can't precisely translate in English but trust me it's a good scathing comeback She huffed and puffed while I walked away but I really didn't care at that time.4. During peak season in my internship at PLDT I was dealing with so many clients that in complete disarray I called a guy 'ma'am' and in my confusion when I turned to the next lady I called her 'sir'. 5. While paying for clothes the frantic cashier asked me, "Do you have an Advantage Card, SIR? I mean Ma'am?" I guess what goes around, comes around Moments of Falling Asleep at the Most Inappropriate Places: 1. I fell asleep at the mall food court (I guess I was that full. When I woke up I realized I was leaning all over my friend and he just totally lost the feeling on half of his body ).2. I fell asleep at a mall bench (where minutes later a security guard tapped me and lectured me). 3. I fell asleep at a public lobby (man that was a good one). 4. I fell asleep while at the toilet (hey I just woke up to pee in the middle of the night and I was still very groggy). 5. I almost fell asleep on a three-minute ride to somewhere. The operative word being almost, I'm not that bad, you know. I've just listed three lists of five! How cool is that, Scarlett? Anyway I want to thank Gaby ~ Quiet contemplation for giving one of my favorite poems a ribbon this morning. It's a very personal, meaningful poem for me and I am touched that she found it worthy of an award.
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