One rather monotonous day....

Okay, this day could be deemed as the most physically and mentally tiring day in 2009 since a while ago i did a lot of tiring things.

I went to school early and instead of wearing my usual gala uniform, i was wearing my PE uniform, i bought an extra tshirt and a bottle of water because sir Cris announced that all third years and fourth years will be running around in the Sampaloc Lake- which we did once last year.
My morning was the mentally hard part since most of the classes that took place at that time, the teachers threw out quizzes and things to answer, not much lecture but yeah- more quizzes.
In between those times, the recess and lunch, i spend most of my spare time asking and nagging my groupmates in the cooking contest for tomorrow about monetary means and important things we have to do for today and bring for tomorrow. During those times, we decided two of the most crucial decisions we made for tomorrow- Jonathan's mum will be cooking the pork ribs first in their house and then the people who will be doing the shopping in Puregold- Me, Asrie and Jonathan out of Twinkle, Marlon, Camille and Paolo.
Then afternoon came and Sir Cris called us all and we went to Sampaloc Lake. Well yeah, we all ran and it was really tiring but fun. I remember walking around when i got so tired and just enjoy the view of the lake, the lush greenery as well as the fresh air that you can blissfully breathe.
I happily reached the finish line as I was one of the first to reach it among my friends. Sadly, it went down to 3 minutes compared to my last year's record, even though i lagged from behind my peeps last year!! (Mine's 43 minutes this year while last year was 40)
After beautifying myself after we went back to school, Jonathan asked that Asriel and I will meet him in Puregold instead since he'll go home first to get some money, so Asriel and i agreed to go ahead to Puregold and along the way, we managed to get some schoolmates like Phoebe, Anthony, Jean (Valjean) and Dave to join us in Puregold so they'll b able to do their own shopping as well.
When we got there, Jonathan was not yet inside so Asriel and i decided to shop for some food until Jonathan came and we'l be able to buy those pork ribs. It was hard looking for the best bargain and exact kind of ingredients. Our legs and feet are dying from walking too much. Some ten minutes later, Jonathan finally came and we're almost finished with shopping for goods. After picking up a good lemon, garlic powder and oil, we went to the Monterey stall and we looked for some ribs that costs us around PHP 500.
After purchasing all those, we decided to part ways(with Jonathan carrying the pork ribs) and i hopped into a tricycle alone since Asriel wasn't going home yet. It was the first time ever that i used public transport here in the Philippines on my own. Well, i was afraid since anything bad could happen and what if yaya saw me on the tricycle riding alone??
Thank goodness, the tricycle went to the back route instead in the usual main gate so i thought of dropping off in the back gate of Montessori (the one gate that is nearest to Canossa) and then walk a little to reach the main gate.
When i arrived at the main gate, i saw yaya waiting for me and we went home. Shortly after i went home, someone suddenly called and it was Jonathan. He told me that the ribs we bought were not good enough for our cooking so we should get it back to Puregold but the problem is, the receipt was with me and i can't go back to Puregold. So i told yaya to go to puregold but she refused. After much shouting and snapping, she reluctantly accepts. after some 30 minutes she got back and gave the receipt to Jonathan. Whew... what a day. I feel so tired anyway, plus i have to study for the UPCAT later since this saturday morning will be my UPCAT and sadly, i will be the first among my classmates who will be taking the exams.

And then, all of the H&M Fashion Against AIDS clothes in Hong Kong are sold out, according to tita Cherry(since i asked her to buy me one and i'll pay her back in return). Must be because of those senglots, tourists, the growing number of Hong Kongian Tokio Hotel fans- including me according to Bill- or them all. Tita Cherry also agreed that Tokio Hotel's tshirt is one mighty shirt.

Harry Potter and the half blood prince

Last sunday, i watched the highly anticipated latest Potter movie(making it the sixth movie in the series)- Harry Potter and the half blood prince.
I was so excited to watch that movie that my sister and i reserved some seats a week before we watched it in Glorieta. I was happy to say that the latest Harry Potter movie is an awesome one, in fact the most unique among the six movies. Unique in the sense that this movie got more laughs, romance as well as darker sides.
I was awestrucked with the characters
I was impressed that the main characters(particularly Harry, Hermione and Dumbledore) became more complex- becoming more witty and emotional than they were five movies back. Some old(and already funny) characters such as Ron Weasley, Luna and the Weasley twins retained their hilarious selves. Then the new characters were just as hilarious as well, with Slughorn being weird, Lavender Brown and her crazy obsession with Ron and Cormac Mclaggen being... stupid.
But the bad part is that...
There aren't much exciting scenes from the book being put in this movie. *groan*
Like Dumbledore's funeral wasn't shown, few quidditch scenes(and feel quite bad because this movies is the last one we'll ever see a quidditch match), Voldemort's family wasn't shown and Harry and Ginny's kissing scene was too short compared to Harry and Cho's in the last movie.
The next movie will probably be a part 1 of the last part of the series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and that might be in 2010. Those guys will be probably grown so old.
Sigh, it was sad to see everybody's changing and growing up but at least im happy that i also grew up with them. Since i became a die hard Potterista at the age of ten, they are still the teeny little trio that i admire who go into adventures and taught me how family, friendship and bravery really matters. Now they've grown and looking at myself, i have grown up too.
For me, diss out anything you want to diss out about my life. Diss out how stupid i am, diss out my weird habits, diss out my choice of college course or university, diss out how unpatriotic i am, diss out how gay and awful Bill Kaulitz was, for all i care diss out anything you hate that involves my preference and life but don't you ever diss out anything about Harry Potter and the Harry Potter universe... or else.

The past seemed to creep...

Today, my past seemed to drop me a visit in the persons of the guy who taught me how to play guitar, my first year highschool adviser and an old classmate.

On my way to school this morning, i passed by my old guitar teacher kuya Johan's house. Usually, whenever i pass by that house, i always notice that no one is there. But this time someone was there outside the house and in my shock, it was kuya Johan. It was a mixture of happiness and anxiety as i saw him again. Happiness for i've seen one of my closest friends in my whole life again, The kind of friend i can happily open up with lots of things and seek advise from. He's the guy who had stood up as a mentor- figure during my 13th year as well as my last moments before i became a TH fan- which truly changed me a lot, radically.
But the anxiety complexity syndrome part is, that im no longer a my chemical romance fan unlike before, im a Chinese culture fan, and the saddest part is(which might devastate him) that i gave up playing guitar... all because of Bill Kaulitz.
Why did i gave up playing guitar?
Well, we all know that Bill is a very vain guy and i hear that he snobs fans(who ask for an autograph or take a picture with him) who had ugly hands- nail bitten fingernails, rough skin and such. Maybe after i met him in person(and shook hands with him) then this curse will stop and i'll be able to play guitar again. 

Then after we've finished our math, values and soc sci exams, my old teacher(and first year adviser) sir Jay R came for a visit since City High is closed for a week. (Hey, we're the only school left standing in the Lakeside district since almost all the schools that shut down temporarily got ahini) 

We talked about a lot of things like our grades, life and what happened when he was gone. 

In the afternoon, i overheard GT talking to Rizelle about "malalastraw". I wondered what the hell is malalastraw, and then Gt announced everyone to our class about Inah- our old classmate who left us for Liceo this year. He said that Inah told him via text that if we never get to meet her later this afternoon, it will be her last and final visit in Montessori- hence "mala-last straw". Well Dean said "I don't give a damn..." and Julien also said "I don't care... good riddance!!" 

Well, i never saw Inah after school. I don't know if her plan on going to Monte became a reality or not... 

A rock poem....

No, it's not at all what you've expected the moment you read the title dawg. So if you're expecting some cheesy, emo or pointlessly frustrated and angry poems that bring about the pangs of pain and dispair, then get the f*** off.

A while ago, as i was fooling around in our autosupply shop and at the same time reviewing for my monthly exams tomorrow and reading a book about Jose Rizal being afraid of Jai Ho people when he was a kid. Out of the blue, i randomly made a very satirical and stupid poem in Filipino about my uncle who lives in Hong Kong and whose name is Rocky.

Mabato

Ang mabato ay mabato.
May tito akong pangalan ay "Mabato"
Kung sa Ingles sya ay si "Rocky".
Mahilig sa Heinaken
at bano kay Doraemon.

Marami syang bato
sa kanyang bahay na bansot.
Ang kanyang buhay naman ay
puro bato.

Iisa lang ang masasabi ko sa yo...
"...Bato bato sa langit, ang tamaan
huwag magalit."

Ang masasabi mo naman sa akin
sa mabato mong Ingles ay...
"... Want to eat some more?"

At sa lahat, ang masasabi nila
sa atin...
...Ano ba 'to??!! Puro nalang
mga bato. Mukha na kayong bato.
Di bale, magkaanak naman kayong bato.

Baka naman sila ang mas mabato kesa sa aten.
Ayos lang, dahil kung binato ka ng bato
batohin mo nalang ng tinapay.

*bow*

What if i made a German version of this one??
That's okay, as long as it's not Chinese(particularly Mandarin, Cantonese and especially Fukien), he won't understand it. ;-)

Ah, dreary school misery

Okay, everything went haywire since thursday morning, when i woke up with a very sore throat that i could barely speak. I was planning to go to school as usual(and to debate on sir Manto's class) so i won't miss out with all my lessons but my dad told me don't go to school for today and go see my doctor instead. So i took off my uniform and put on clothes i usually wear at home. My throat was so bad from morning until afternoon, when i took some strepsils to relieve some pain and i could talk for a bit. For the whole day, all i did was to read books, watch TV, review some math braintrain reviewers, surf the internet and sleep. Later that night, we went to see my doctor in his house because he isn't in the hospital this morning unlike we expect. He gave me a recommendation and a medical certificate to show to my teachers.
Then friday came and i went to school. The moment my classmates saw me, Rizelle, Gt and Phoebe told me that im dead when i go to sir Manto's class since he was so angry with me yesterday. I raised my medical certificate and told them i was sick yesterday(since my voice still feels faw and hard phlegmy-even now). After the CBA, i first went to Sir Jojo and asked for an admission slip just in case Sir Manto will not let me inside his class.
I went inside the classroom and Sir Manto asked me sternly why i am absent yesterday, i gave him my medical certificate and admission slip and told him i had a sore throat that i could barely talk(so how can i debate in that state?). For the whole English period, Sir Manto is angry with us like he had PMS. He told us that his exam next week will consist only of phrases and clauses from last year, so we better review our notes. After telling us the coverage of the whole exams, he left 15 early.
Then 15 minutes later, THE came, reccess and then Filipino. Those periods were kinda okay and nothing bad happen. But then math time came and we had a major quiz!! The last part was so hard that i could almost bang my head against the wall in order to have any ideas on how to solve them. After checking them, i got so unfortunate with the test that i only scored 12/33(lowiq). I was doing well on maths some days ago, why would i drop myself like that mercilessly? i asked myself.
Maybe it was because i was still recovering from sickness(thus kinda brain dead). Some days ago, i was doing good on Trigonometry but a while ago when we had our review classes with sir Ian, it took me a long time to solve one item. o.0
Well, i just hope that i'll be able to do well in school by tuesday so i can pass all my first monthly tests. I should better start studying now or it'll never happen. x_x

WTF?? but that was the past....

Just a while ago, when i was passing on some "Vote Tata for grade 6 rep" campaign comments to friends, i stumbled upon a very ancient friendster account of mine that i seemed to abandoned a long time ago. Stumbling upon it was like rediscovering a well preserved 6000 year old ancient mummy in the Alps, everything i rave about when i was in first year- the Harry Potter-ish blurbs, youtube videos of Regina Spektor, RHCP, MCR and Pink, some MCR pics and my interests back then. Looking at all those it's like a time capsule and you got to know and compare your likes and dislikes now with who you are three years ago. I realized i changed so much since then.
Aside from looking (and laughing) at my collection of MCR photos, interests and such, i accidentally stubled upon my old friendster blog- another important artifact of my First Year life.
As i scanned through the very few blog posts, i read my posts about my plans on being an HP fan in (the then coming) 2007, Spiderwick Chronicles, Captain Underpants, My Chemical Romance and then, i saw a blog post that shows so much of my emotions about the harsh emotional and social torture Keith had made me undergo. Well, i feel sorry for my old self so much that if she was me all along but another person, i would have defended her against the conniving comments that were spat out by (the then evil) Ronziel and the guy who claimed he was Keith's "half brother" called Tipsilog. I would have told her that it sucks having a friend like that drift away from you, i would have told her that what she is suffering right now is nothing compared to the upcoming dangers and frustrations Keith will give on her when she hits her second, third and even fourth year- Keith will avoid and reject her even more up to the point when sir Cris assigned us to be dance partners for the J.S until he leaves her at the last minute of the practice. Even when she's in fourth year, her classmates will still taunt her about Keith.
Now i understand how hard i felt and all the troubles i've been and now i've uncovered the mystery why i turned into my "emo times" until some things turned on the lights- which is Tokio Hotel and a few change of interests.
Good thing on the last half of my second year, i began to find diversion away from him that i drifted away and away from him. On my third year, i was recovering and seemed to lost my interest on him- especially on those times when i really love Bill so much whether in a *dance careless whisper ala Dr. Hayden Kho*(you guys either don't want to know or got my point) or an innocent "fan-ish" way. What i really hate about Keith on my third year was on my JS Prom Practices when sir Cris assigned us to be dance partners for the J.S until he dumped me at the last minute of the practice by unexpectedly getting Patreng. I don't have any feelings for him but i felt frustrated because i was still being rejected and casted away from him even if i no longer had feelings for him. But i didn't mind on my JS Prom and i successfully led myself to enjoy my "night" according to kuya Cj without thinking or fretting about him. Then on his graduation day, i gave him the best graduation gift i had to offer for him. It's not a picture of us being best friends, not a Harry Potter book and certainly not a letter of my deep angry feelings.
Now he's in college (and unfortunately, in the same college my sister goes), i hope that my sister's katropang Arki jocks will beat the crap out of him and torture him like a kidnapped cardinal in Angels and Demons. Then i will certainly be able to get "...retribution".

When he probably marched off to get his Highschool diploma, he looked into the crowd, glanced at his mom, dad, ate Kim, cousins, friends and teachers who had been with him for the past four years, anyone he knew in highschool but one schoolmate. That schoolmate who has been annoying him with pathetic reasons, who bombarded and forever made a mark on his highschool life as the girl whom people always links him with other than Danica, Shavy-LC girl- and Patreng. Anyone was there but that one girl. Well, he was certainly glad about that since no one was there to ruin the best and the last part of his highschool life but he may wonder why she is missing.
But what he doesn't know that the girl had her head straight forward to the future as she packed her brown Roxy luggage with clothes and then smiled at her famous androgynous German crush's photo with delight and whispered to him "...im going back to Hong Kong so you better not ruin it this time. I'll be grateful about it if you made me happy for a week."
Then in Hong Kong, she had lots of fun, met her long lost Chinese relatives and her adorable German crush succeeded in never letting her down this time(in fact he helped her make a good impression upon her Chinese relatives) . What was really great is that she left the past behind had totally forgot about Keith for five days as she saw the bright lights and the wonders of life ahead....

...That girl was me.