Wednesday, February 28, 2007
#31: THE FAT BELLY IS TALKING
Gawd, I've been neglecting my blog for weeks! No, days. Well whatever. But anywhoo, here I go.
It's a day off for me. It's Wednesday, and no classes. This day's supposed to be project day. Yeah, right. I'm doing this dang blog. So there. Actually, it's Thursday today, 2 weeks before I last edited this post. So there. Don't bother understanding this paragraph, will ya?
So what happened these past few weeks? Aah, yeah, I remember. The glories of a consecutive FAT and the Periodic Test. We just got over it. It just went like a breeze. I'm not even reviewing. I'm like in an 'i-don't-care-i'm-already-a-UP-student' mode. I came in late the first 2 days. I hope that doesn't give MaSci a bad reputation on the teachers' side. So that's basically it. Haha. No worries.
I just finished The Testament. Okay, I read it twice. It's actually nice. Oh, gawd, it rhymes! Yeah. Read it, it's good. Such immense money at stake. If you want lawyers, jungles and tribes with billionaire missionaries, then this book's for you. I still think the ending needs work, tho. But thanks anyway to a certain Sarah Horlador for pointing out that it's not actually the heirs' fault why they turned out that way. Sure, sure.
What else? Oh, soulmate LeYa de Tanggera (whose blog I spammed a while ago =p) and I just created the killer tango routine! Compliments to YouTube, of course. After a grueling n to the nth hours, we had done a series of steps that would make Ma'am Carlos go 'Wow'. Well, that's what we thought, at least. That's what our classmates thought so, too. But it went out a little different than what we expected. Mrs. Carlos had some kind of twist going on in our dance by changing the song, so It's not Viva El Tango anymore, it can be Beep, or Sway, or Buttons, or El Bimbo, or whatever song she pleases. Thus we ended up dancing some remix in the middle of the song, and we have had to stop for a change of music. It is irritating. Well good thing LeYa and I kept our cool. We managed to get a nifty grade.
There's this star awards thing that they call in MaSci, wherein you get the chance to get an award, given that you have what it takes to be qualified for one. I don't know if I would get one, but hell, I'd sell my gorgeous body for a second meritorious. And what I would not do for a first meritorious. Haha. Talk about desperate.
Right now the playlist's playing (duh) Irreplaceable by Beyonce. I dunno, the song's like drugs. My stummy (stomach + tummy. laugh or i'll kill you.) is full of desserts. What are four donuts, a slice of sansrival cake and a strawberry waffle doing inside me? Storing a library of fats for me, probably. Why, thank you.
Aargh. I really need an Ab King Pro. Any donations, in cash, kind, or pray-over will do. But I do prefer cash.
Hell, what am I saying.
it got me home
2:37 AM
Friday, February 23, 2007
#30: IS IT OKAY IF I CALL YOU 'MINE'
Is it ok if I call you mine
Just for a time?
And I will be just fine
If I know that you know that I'm wanting
Needing your love
If I ask of you is it alright
If I ask you to hold me tight
Through a cold tough night
'Cause there may be a cloudy day inside
And I need to let you know
That I might be needing your love
And what I'm trying to say isn't really new
It's just the things that happen to me
When I'm reminded of you
Like when I hear your name
Or see a place that you've been
Or see a picture of your grin
Or pass a house that you've been
In one time or another
It sets off something in me I can't explain
And I can't wait to see you again
Oh I love your love
And what I'm trying to say isn't really new
It's just the things that happen to me
When I'm reminded of you
it got me home
6:26 AM
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
#29: FIRST DANCE
First, a calm morning surprise
Wrapped unsuspectingly
Esconced in an azure shell
Of endearing embrace
If blue skies did not make you smile
Then the yellow sun will
The photographs of you and me
Can be seen clearly on golden rays
The final formal question
Presented itself on wooden film
The approval was not given
And so did the refusal.
Your lips had formed one word
Simple, yet I am smitten
The wait, I say, is worth the while
For it gave a sweeter reply.
Now I hold the fruits of earth
With my two hands
Waiting, waiting
Amidst the flurry of cloth
Then you came
And immediately defined
What breathing, living
Is all about.
The night is still young
And the music plays fast
So I bide my time
And waited
I walked towards you
For then the tune
Is slowing down
As the people are
Holding your hand
Amidst the colored sea
Is enough
But you gave more.
We began to sway
To music unremembered
For my brown eyes only see
This beauty in maroon.
The music would not stop
As if we had conspired
To lure you to this floor
For eternity
I asked if I could
wrap my arms around you
And prayed you'd allow me
You did.
Holding on tight
I never let go
For in this moonlit night
Everything is clear.
Right then and there
You have become
My first dance
My first love.
it got me home
7:15 PM
Monday, February 19, 2007
#28: NEWS ON JOURNALISM ( PART 2 )
And then the bad news: The Nucleus is out. Our newspaper, yeah. It's great. The fruit of our hardwork has presented itself to us in a form of a 2-sectioned wad of large glossy paper.
And yeah, there are issues. First, the typos. Unavoidable, really. But some errs are just too obvious to miss. Then there's the name switch. Students are named for articles that are not theirs, intentional or unintentional. I'm a victim of this, too. My poem, "Nightingale" was unnamed, and Angel's interview with Ma'am Sabado was credited to me. Now I'm clearing that stuff.
The problem doesn't stop there. There's this issue about Gidget, our associate editor, about not getting the facts right on her editorial. Granted that, but still, I think Gidget's editorial is kickass.
And lastly, there's this thing about BJ, the other associate editor. Well, more of an ass editor. I've been silent on this issue for a while, but hey, i've been swimming in his pits for a time now. I went to his blog to read on his prom update. But what I saw was a post about him being a hero on this issue and all. This is really way beyond me. But everything just came back after reading that goddamned post. I was really furious.
He said he did that in the guise of defending us from the admin and all. Get real, man. You just really wanna suck up, I can tell. And if you really do think that you need to defend us, well I don't think so. Everything you say always comes out wrong, and you know it. You said it yourself, you're tactless. We don't need you to muddle up the issue some more.
And I did not flame you. I swear. But I would've done the same if I know what flaming is. Someone used my name. And he's a coward. But it just goes to prove that I'm not the only one who knows about your friggin' kiss-assing. And I do think too that the flamer is you. I have half a mind to consider that angle. You needed an issue, you insulted yourself, accused others, and expressed your sorry heart to Ma'am. I think you're desperate and crazy enough to do that.
Man, sucking up has dramatically evolved from volunteering in erasing the blackboard to stepping on other people's reputations.I'm tired of your tattletaling. I know you've been denigrating my reputation to our adviser for a while, telling her of those innumerable insults I've thrown behind your back, when in the process of your tattletaling the one who's backstabbing is you. Yes, I did say profanities on you, but it's after you had thrown one. Just look on my tagboard and you'll know what I'm talking about. And I thought your congratulatory statements on me were true. I would find out later that before one meeting, you spilled the beans on her and gave me a bad name like you always do. What a coincidence, backfighting after I won the Valencia. You jealous? You wanna have one too? Oops, I forgot, you can't. So you just contented yourself in dirtying up a rival. How pathetic. A word of advice: don't backstab. It's a faggy way to fight. And there's no need for me to do what you're doing, wrecking reputations and all. Because you've got none to start with.
Don't say we don't have a problem, internal, external, or in-between your ass. Because the problem is you. I've forgotten about this juvenile game of yours, but I just can't avoid your cutesy little post. I really don't care if you cry your heart out. I think you deserve it. So stop acting like you're innocent. Cause we all know you're not.
Feel the conscience tugging at your heartstrings, man. And do something about it.
***
it got me home
1:00 AM
Sunday, February 18, 2007
#27: THE NEWS ON JOURNALISM (PART 1)
I really need to update. So, even if i'm brain-dead and all, i must, i must, i must increase my bust.
Um, that went wrong, didn't it.
Well anywhoo, i'm gonna post this one because I just went to my blog inspiration- my once fat-armed, now thin-armed friend Nika! *clap*. Her posts' great it's like enervon; it gives me energy to make my own. It rhymed! Lol. Just search the links, she's there.
So, i'm not gonna talk about recent stuff for a while, uhm, especially the prom. But I tell you, it's perfect. Maybe a little too perfect. But I guess I'm gonna be selfish for a while and keep it to myself. For I'm gonna backtrack on days waay before for the sake of updating. Here's the lowdown on Journalism.
***
Aah, good news first. I won the Teodoro Valencia Cup on Journalism! *applause.*
(Hey, please let me boast in this post, okay? ^__^)
It was really hard. Bobbie Chua (starlet exemplare) and I went to Quezon City Science High School to compete against other schools on a national level. My confidence is low back then, for I just placed 7th on Feature writing on the NSPC, adding that to the fact that I was on the same room with the Saint Paul Pasig Girl who won first in both Editorial and Newswriting in the NSPC. Inferiority complex, yeah. It's a good thing I changed rooms when I saw the terror teacher who would supervise us. I'm really scared, because we had just known about this contest the day before, whilst others had been preparing for weeks. And the one guarding us is a student teacher Mam Basco look-alike. No matter really; that's life. So this is what transpired during the contest:
News: The first leg of the contest. I was watching the St. Paul Pasig girl. This was her forte. But my will to win is stronger than my pessimistic spirit. I did this:
WASHINGTON, USA- President George Bush yadda yadda...
I think that heading and my title did it. I'm confused, because I wrote a news about Bush giving a speech about intensifying troops in Iraq. And I eliminated the Saddam Hussein being hanged part. But the others did something about Democrats and crap. Thank God I followed my intuition. I'm looking for my scratch papers to remember what really made win in this category. I just can't.
Editorial: The topic is one I'm comfortable with, and after reading the notes, I believe the judge is a happy-go-lucky person who is lenient in the rules of editorial writing and borders more on its creative parts. Being a Feature writer, I think it's an advantage. Again, I'm taking a peek on the Paulinian. The proctors had been reading her notes for some time now, and they seem impressed. Habon, don't compare! x_x
Features: At last, my forte! This is the part I'm most confident I'd win. The topic's about the May 2007 elections. I made some kind of feature about that topic some time ago, so I just patterned my piece to that. These are some of the kickass lines:
"..Now I know that my mother's belief that Politics is dirty isn't true. For Politics is not dirty. It is deadly."
" Politicians, if you don't want to be branded as pigs, snakes, or every other animal on the chinese zodiac, then don't act like one."
" I wish that politics would be as clean as the barong tagalog I would wear on my inauguration day."
The title of the composition? VOTE [INSERT NAME HERE] FOR PRESIDENT.
Sports: I'm so not familiar with the jargons used in Sports Writing, so was lucky we were instructed to do a sports feature. It's about a woman boxer named "The Hurricane". So my title is A FEATHER IN THE HURRICANE'S CAP. My intro goes like this:
" This lady packs a punch. And I'm not talking about the beverage either."
Science: Dang. I'm officially brain-dead on this part. I dunno there's something like this, this Science Writing. So I just did crap and slept the rest of the time away.
Copyreading: I know I won't do well on this part anyway. Heck, I don't even know what a slugline is. So, like Science, I just did crap and slept the rest of the time away.
Dang, I just remembered that I left my digital watch on my armchair table during the contest.
You see, I was listening intently on Mrs. Correa's English lecture when Mr Victorio announced:
Mr. V: "RONALD ALLAN P. HABON, MOST OUTSTANDING JOURNALISM (mark, JOURNALISM) IN TEODORO VALENCIA!!
Habon: *stunned*
Leah: AAAAY! Seatmate ko siyaaah!!!
Jorge: AAAAY! Hiniram niya bolpen koowh!
Classmates: Ano daw?! Best in Asia?!!
So there. It was a blur. Mr. Victorio's telling me "i'm proud of you! I'm proud of you!" and Ma'am Basco telling me I won First in News, Second in Feature, Second in Editorial, First in Sports. Or Second in News, First in Feature. It didn't matter really. The awarding's supposed to be that day. But we were not there. That didn't matter too. As long as I had proven myself. For months now I've been thinking of what a failure I had been in being an English Club president and living in someone else's shadow. Now I had worth. It may not be as showy or as vocal as oratorical or some other form of English contest, but it still counts. After all, it's not everyday that a student wins 5 awards in a single play. I made Mr. Victorio and Ms. Basco proud at last. The two teachers are literally jumping. Well, i've got He Who's Up There to thank. Those 30-second conversations really worked! Walking up the stage with your achievements being recognized is such a utopic feeling. All I can say is, WOW.
+END OF EXCESSIVE PRIDE + ^__^
I'll just use my bragging rights just once, and that's now. I promise I won't let this thing get into my brain.
***
it got me home
6:30 PM
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
#26: MUSIC BOX
This is my valentine post. Hope you like it ^__^
***
It’s all because of you
I’m feeling sad and blue
You went away now my life is just a rainy day
I love you so
How much you’ll never know
You’ve gone away and left me lonely
Untouchable memories seem to keep haunting me
Of love so true
That one day turned my gray skies blue
But you’ve disappeared
Now my eyes are filled with tears
I’m wishing you were here with me
Soft with love are my thoughts of you
Now that you’re gone I just don’t know what to do..
For as long as I can remember, the music box had been there. It is old; its age could be seen in its chipped wooden exterior. But even so it is beautiful, its obsidian black color inlayed with gold trimmings and a chinese pagoda design. It has a special place in my Mom's wooden cabinet, right beneath her photo albums. When my sister and I were kids we would sneak into mom's room and extract the box from the cabinet. We would fight over who would turn the key. Then we'd open the box, its creaky little hinges making an almost inaudible sound as we peek into what's inside.
The contents never ceased to amaze. Jewelries of all sorts of sizes abound: silver hoop earrings, a broken gold watch, diamond earrings, some rings, and gold bangles. And then there were some things I don't know. But the most arresting part of the box, of course, is its music. Some sweet song's being played by a mechanical musical fork inside the box, while a miniature ballet dancer and a chauffeur-like gentleman spins around, creating an illusion that they're dancing to the beat of the song. It was a euphoric feeling, everytime we open the box. It's like going to some kind of wonderful place.
It was only recently that I heard the same tune again. But now, it's not just some tune; it's music. Those sounds that had once led my young mind in deep reverie now has words and meaning. I was really pleased to have found the song, after all these years. Again I went to my mom's room. The old music box's still there in its usual place. No, it had not accumulated dust, for I well know that mom plays it often, in days when father's away and at sea. Once again I turned the key and opened the latch. I was welcomed to the all-too familiar tune, just like the days when I'm still a child.
A revelation had presented itself to me; this is a solid proof of true love. Though the music box had passed the deluge of time, the melody goes on. This box is dad's gift to mom when they were still lovers. And years later, the sweet music still plays.
If only you were here
You’d wash away my tears
The sun would shine
And once again you’d be mine all mine
But in reality
You and I will never be
‘Cause you took your love away from me
If only you were here
You’d wash away my tears
The sun would shine
Once again you’d be mine, all mineB
ut in reality
You and I will never be
‘Cause you took your love away from me
You took your love away from me..
***
Love ya mom. Love ya dad. ^__^
it got me home
4:37 PM
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
#25: WARNING : DRABBLE POST
Listening to: Seize the Day- Avenged Sevenfold
Feeling: Crappy
So damn dizzy. Crappy crappy day.
I'm late, as usual. And, as usual, the guard overlooked me and my rubber shoes. Iric divulged Jaycee's award-winning performance to Bobbie. It is funny and crappy at the same time. See Bobbie run. Run Bobbie run!
It's the typical kind of day, really. There's a new trend in Lawrence. It's called the 'Uhn, Sir' epidemic. You have to hear it yourself. Math time with Sir Luna will never be the same again. Imagine a whole section moaning "uhn... sirhhh!" like hormone-crazed beings whenever they get the chance.
"Uh, Sir Luna? uhn...!"
"Uh, file case? Uhhhh!!!"
"Uhn, Richard? Uhhhh!!!"
"Uhh, hangin? Uhhh!!"
***
Our English activity is fun. Flori drew Friendship. Jonathan drew Cat. Aika drew Smiley. Leah drew Eraserheads. Klitty drew Spongecola. Julie and Aia drew Paradise. I drew Sexy.
***
We had our Nucleus meeting thingy. There's lots of talk and cheapandas. Our newspaper qualified for the T. Valencia. Woo-hoo. Then we're gonna sort of do the yearbook and newsletter and, yeah, clean the room. Hah, as if.
***
We just made our Filipino radioplay today at BJ's house. Gods, the outcome's great. Thank heavens we don't have any divas and feelings in our group; everyone cooperated. The result's awesome. Tho we went home really late (I've just arrived, it's 11), it was well worth it.
***
I just got dumped. What a feeling. I feel crappy. And it sux. Aargh. But not to worry, self. You'll get over it. The piknik tasted nice anyway.
***
Math Camp's tomorrow. I still haven't packed any friggin' clothes. And I can't seem to summon enough energy to pack, much more take part in that overnight stay. But between a 50-something lesson plan PowerPoint presentation with write-ups, acetate graphs and god-knows-what-else and that as project, I think there's no need for second thoughts. Anyone who'll choose the former deserves a Pulitzer and a laurel wreath for heroism.
***
I'm dizzy, I'm crappy, I'm loaded with assignments, i'm tired, I'm crappy, i'm late, and I'm dumped. And oh, I'm crappy.
***
it got me home
11:49 PM
Friday, February 2, 2007
#24: AFTER BROADBAND'S ONSLAUGHT
Thank heavens broadband's repaired. For the whole week I've been going to computer shops with internet. No offense for users of this line, but DSL just don't cut it. I can't even open blogger with it. Man!
So now, here I am. This thing would most likely consist of drabbles and other sorta litters collected over the week, so here goes.
***
Intrams is just over. For almost three days, it's finished at last. Naturally, issues abound. For example, the KlinTon pairing having bagged the prize. Now I wouldn't comment on that. Well I played my game some, which is volleyball. I'm not sporty or anything, and I don't really like volleyball that much, so it's an o.k. thing for me to be a benchwarmer. The times I played were not bad, too. I'm rather good at setting the ball. But I don't do spikes or fancy stuff, yeah, as somebody reiterated to me some time after. The bottom line is, we lost. Our team crapped against the 2nd year. Gawd, it was such a Kodak losing moment. Balls are everywhere, if you know what I mean. Oh, the shame! But then again, the thing's way past me.
The cheering's actually good. The dance of the anorexics, as Minnelle said. I love that girl, she always makes me go lol. And I'm not saying that bec. I know she'd read this either. Nice, original choreography by Mr. Iric Lunar, Anyway. My soulmate LeYa's there, too, screaming "ENERGY!" All while pouting her lippy. You vain girl! Their second dance's worse. It was so funny. Thing is, I was watching them dance, and I thought, "I should've suggested some material into their arms, like pompoms or lotadas or something, they look so bare!" And what is a lotado? I dunno too, it just came in my consciousness. How weird was that?
Well the dance was just fine. I honestly thought the third years would win (the one with the Aklia girl strutting her stuff), but the fourth years bagged the prize. It's a plus for us there, tho. So no prob.
***
Jaycee brought to the Intrams her little sister, Ethikita. I mean, Joy. She's a snob like her sister. And she slapped Amity and hugged Mrs. Correa's son, Superman. But, aww, the baby's so cute. It makes me think of my past dream of being a pre-school teacher. It still is, but mom just wrote Psycho and Bio on the application form, so, bye-bye kids.
***
I had a little rift with Klitty of Clitoria during the Intrams. To think of fighting royalty! A big no no. It's because of this FarEnce banner. It's made with chalk. And I'm getting calcium carbonate all over my clothes. So I asked Katwiener to fold it. And after a while she still hadn't folded it. So in a rage I sorta shouted at her and it made her angry. Now I'm not used to that side of Keithrina, so I walked out. We're okay now, but still considering she's the first to say sorry. I admit I'm not good in confrontations, and I think that as a man, I should've done that first. Now that's a thought to consider. Anyway, Klitty, Katweiener , Keithrina and Katrina Manalon are one and the same. Cheers.
***
The Intram's nice, overall. I got to enjoy the free time. Too bad I hadn't pushed myself to catch up on the tests I had missed. Dozens of pending make-up tests and projects, here I go.
***
it got me home
4:36 AM
Thursday, February 1, 2007
#23: FIXING A BROKEN HEART
There was nothing to say the day she left
Just filled a suitcase full of regrets
I held a taxi in the rain
Looking for someplace to ease the pain
Then like an answered prayer
I turned around and found you there
You really know where to start
Fixing my broken heart
You really know what to do
Your emotional tools can cure any fool
Whose dreams have fallen apart
Fixing a broken heart
Now I don't understand what I'm going through
There must be a plan that lead me to you
Because the hurt just disappears
In every moment that you are near
Just like an answered prayer
You made the loneliness easy to bear
Soon the rain will stop falling
And I'll forget the past
Cause here we are at last...
You really know where to start
Fixing my broken heart
You really know what to do
Your emotional tools can cure any fool
Whose dreams have fallen apart
Fixing a broken heart it got me home
9:18 PM
#26: MUSIC BOX
