My Tiny House

My Back Hurts

2007-04-14T23:24:00.000+08:00

Just came from the first ever DCBDYF camp, called In Christ: Life from the Grave. I do say, it was nice overall. But a few things left me confused and crying and ready to collapse from exhaustion. Like Pastor Sandy's sermon on complaining being a sin. I didn't know that, I didn't realize.

But then I come home and my dad tells me that he disagrees. It isn't a sin. You have the right to complain when what you get isn't what you pay for. Or something of that sort. Complaining most of the time, when you should actually be doing something--maybe that is the sin. I don't know. My brain isn't working. After commuting home from UP LB via bus, I'm ready to black out.

The Lord pulled us through. It was the first camp, the first try, after all. We're new at this--there were a lot of problems. A lot of mistakes. But ladies and gentlemen, we made it. We made it. Even if Recreation beat the life out of me, along with the 1 am nights and the 630 wake up calls, the long, cramped ride home and the financial complications--

Yay. I'm off to sleep.

Perhaps a Part Will Stay

2007-04-07T22:17:00.000+08:00

A recent phone conversation triggered a truckload of memories. Yes, the right question was asked: what was I thinking during those three days? It was a breath of fresh air, so to speak. Something to distract me from the thoughts swirling at the bottom of the floor back home.

The time I refused to tell Tim that I was going to miss him, before leaving for the States last year (I gave in at the end, of course.)

That phone conversation with KJ one surprising night. Of turtles, gifts, and other things that don't need to be mentioned. I miss her company, maybe. As I miss the company of a lot of people I don't get to talk to anymore.

And of course, that stubborn issue of the future. I guess my optimism has withered away somewhat, because of discouragement and things not being as they used to be. But hey, strip away optimism, and you still have dreams. Strip away dreams, and you have a bit of hope left. Take away that bit of hope, and all you have is...the love that was there first. Perhaps a part will stay.

(And sentimentality strikes again.)

San Antonio, Isabela

2007-04-06T23:14:00.000+08:00

Blog entry on trip to Isabela

San Antonio, Isabela : 12 hours away from happy Manila. The inhabitants of my grandmother's home are Tito Victor, Tita Maricon, Lola Pacing, 3 cats named Ming, a family of chickens, and Christine the goat, who is worth 700 pesos and who my grandmother plans to butcher in the near future. But hopefully not.

-Day one-

8 pm.

The headlights of the van blazed into Lola's garage, and there was the goat, scampering away. We had Chicken Joy! for dinner. It was a safe trip all throughout, despite mom's fear of seeing that crazy naked man praying in the cemetery again. (She and her brother saw the guy on their last visit. We didn't see him, but the thought of it is creepy nonetheless.) Lola seemed much more alive than she was the last time we saw her. The mosquitoes were alive and well too. We watched Music and Lyrics, and Tito Victor unveiled his rather large collection of pirated DVDs. We were in pirateland! Yay! That night, I shared a bed with Abby, hugging a stiff pillow and burrowing into my batik. I could hardly move.

-Day two-

...which proves to be a lot more interesting than day one.

The family, along with Lola and le faithful driver Kuya Melan, drove to the Bayan of Ilagan to get some supplies. Mom was pointing out cotton trees along the way, which weren't really cotton trees, but...something else. (I forgot the term Lola mentioned. x.x ) We ogled at the yellow rice road and the yellow corn road and the yellow sitaw road. Harvesting season! Almost. There were miles and miles and miles of farmland everywhere. Ilagan wasn't nearly as modernized as Santiago, but had a sufficient supply of junk food to keep us happy. Yes, I ate two large bags of Boy Bawang. Mmm. Garlicky. Abigail purchased enough candy to last her a week, and Lola bought 6 cans of rootbeer. (Yes, I must've inherited my love of rootbeer from her.)

We ate lunch at Felicita's (which serves the greatest pancit in the land) and then went back home. After resting a bit (and watching a couple of movies), we were off to the river. (see post on mermaids.)

The night ended in Tito Victor's delicious liempo, kalabasa in gata, and mangoes. The siblings weren't able to overcome their fear of bugs, and thus had to be *accompanied* while taking a bath. Hurrah. The night's movies were Letters from Iwo Jima, and Flushed Away. After the movie, a three-minute conversation in the bathroom. Did I mention San Antonio has almost no signal? Yes. No signal, except for at the edge of the garage, the middle of the bathroom, and beside the oven toaster. :D

-Day Three-

The day begins with me waking up beside Pat with no blanket. It is hot, and Lola is already up. It's 9. Breakfast is meatloaf and sausages and soft rice and scrambled egg. After dallying around the house a lot (and attempting to watch House of Flying Daggers), we're off to Ilagan again in the late afternoon to go shopping for the bonfire dinner later tonight. Way Back Into Love is playing over and over and over and over again in my head, and Pat does Josh Groban thrice.

At the store, one customer mistakes me for one of the store girls. :P

Lady: Miss, saan yung mga pantyliners?

Me: (startled) uh..(looks around) hindi ko po alam..

Lady: (realizes her mistake) AHH! (covers mouth with hand) sorry! sorry miss!

Me: That's ok..

Lol. :D

Dad purchases two chickens along the way back to San Antonio (cooked ones, mind you.) It's really dark by the time we get back to the house, and Tito Victor and Kuya Melan and Kuya Jesse (who is slightly drunk) begin to heap firewood in the back yard. Soon, a bonfire rises four feet into the air. Dinner is chicken and dessert is marshmallows and roasted banana and graham crackers and chocolate. Yum. Kuya Jesse asks us if we believe in "Fairytales that are real", and proceeds to tell us about the time he saw a mermaid, and about the manananggals in Capiz, and that time when a girl and her boyfriend fell victim to the creature.

Sooo.

After roasting marshmallows, Tito Victor rigged up mom's MagicSing, where he got a score of 78 on his first try. Not bad. Then mom went, and then I went, doing Rainbow Connection. Abigail went after that, reciting her version of The Golden Rule, garnering a score of 32. Lola sang a couple of songs, and after that, we watched part of Night at the Museum, but were sent to sleep by mother. Another day, the last day, ended.

Yeah, it's a breath of fresh air, getting "away from it all". I rather enjoyed the mosquitoes and no heating and roaming around the house looking for signal. The first trip of summer. Yay. :D

Mermaids

2007-04-06T08:33:00.000+08:00

3/4 of this is nonfic. 1/4 for the third person writing style and a few changes. But yes, this did happen.

Mermaids.
San Antonio, Isabela

She capped her eyes although there was no sun to hide them from. It was mid-afternoon, but cloudy. The sky, swathed various shades of white and grey and light orange, glowed softly. The girl moved. The Otso river wasn't that wide or that deep; it was an absolutely normal river. Except for the fact that Lola had seen mermaids there.

She fingered the thick safety pin attached to the end of her shirt. Crunch. With every step, the rocks beneath her shifted. Large rocks and pebbles and gravel of three different shades filled the riverside. The cobbled road of sorts went as far as the river did, and was about half a mile wide.

Plop. Plop. Splash.

They were skipping stones across the water.

Lola had said that mermaids could be warded off by sharp metal objects. The old woman had insisted that each of the girls wore at least one--the pins belonged to *her* grandmother and were passed on to her mother, and then her, and now she was passing them onto them, her grandchildren; the only ones left in the country.

"Lola, do mermaids even exist?"

That question set off a series of stories that their mother would absolutely have loved to get on video. If only there was more tape. What a pity. A faraway gaze settled into their grandmother's eyes, as she called back to a time older than the Otso.

The sound of rocks breaking in half filled the air, and the girl was startled out of her thoughts. She glanced at the sound. Pat was throwing rocks on the ground, making them ricochet off the harder ones, and seeing if they would break. So far, her research seemed successful.

"Pits, you might hit Lola."

Splashing sounds came from the riverside, and the girl aimed the camera lens at the mountains and the water. The second sister was still skipping stones. Lola was talking about dwarves in an aunt's swimming pool, back in alabang. One of the old maids had seen them, she said. There were two of them every night, splashing their feet at the side of the pool. Tito Ray, their now-divorced-uncle, had seen the little men when he came home once, at midnight.

"Look! Frogs!"

The LCD screen spun, and the girl zoomed in to capture the miniature amphibians.

"Where? Where?"

"There Hannah! Aw, you missed them. Look there's another one!"

"I can't see them!"

"You're too slow."

"Sure."

She stood straight, now facing the river, always in motion. The wavelets were permanent, it seemed, edging together, then crashing into nothing, then coming back up again. Perpetual motion, if there was such a thing. But according to Physics, there wasn't. All forces had to die down someday. Briefly, the girl wondered if the mermaids would too. It was a spur-of-the-moment thought, as were most of her thoughts. She scanned the surface of the river, hoping for...something. It was just a myth, she knew. But looking wouldn't hurt.

The sky was gradually progressing to a deep shade of orange. Clouds cast shadows on the endless bed of rocks. Kuya Melan, the driver, got into the battered silver van, and so did mother and dad and Lola. The children were left by the river.

"Kids, time to go!"

The wheels of the van crunched across the gravelly surface. The girl called to her siblings.

"People, into the van!"

They ambled up in the direction of the vehicle, carrying with them small pebbles they liked, strangely-shaped rocks, and two pieces of smooth driftwood. She turned to glance again at the river's surface. Nothing broke it, except, perhaps, the movement of planks of wood, as illegal loggers transported Narra to their waiting trucks. The girl headed towards the van.

There were no mermaids. But that was because they were wearing the safety pins.

Excerpts

2007-04-01T21:19:00.000+08:00

Here's the dirty little secret, Tam Lin whispered in his ear. No one can tell the difference between a clone and a human. That's because there isn't any difference. The idea of clones being inferior is a filthy lie.

Then Celia's arms were around him, and Matt could smell the cilantro leaves she chopped up when she was cooking. I love you, mi hijo, she said, hugging him. Never forget that.

Next, El Patron put his gnarled old hand on Matt's head and said, How I scrambled for the coins the Mayor threw me! How I rolled in the dirt like a pig! But I needed the money. I was so poor, I didn't have two pesos to rub together. You're just like I was at that age.

Matt shivered. El Patron hadn't loved him, but the emotion the old man had given him was just as strong: the will to live, to put out branches until he overshadowed the whole forest. Matt turned away from El Patron and saw--in his mind--Maria.

Gosh, I've missed you! said Maria, giving him a kiss.
I love you, Matt said.
I love you, too, Maria replied. I know that's a sin, and I'll probably go to hell for it.
If I have a soul, I'll go with you, promised Matt.

---

An excerpt from The House of the Scorpion, by Nancy Farmer. It's a kid's book, but I haven't read one quite like this since The Giver. Yes, it's another one of those amazing, interesting books that pull out your emotions and play with your head. The last bit caught me. And you might know why. Anyway, I look to finishing the book tonight, and if not, during the first hours of tomorrow.

I'm going to San Antonio, Isabela with the family to spend time with my last grandma, Lola Pacing. And the ever-smoking, porkchop-cooking, beer-drinking, car-fixing Tito Victor, and his lovely young wife ~~ate~~ Tita Maricon.

Here's to 12 hours in the car with Abigail and Pat. Wish me luck.

survey o_o

2007-03-31T13:05:00.000+08:00

*The Favorites, Have-You-Evers.. and Last Times! Oh, the variety!*
What is your favorite..
gum:	Um. I haven't eaten gum in ages.o_o
restaurant:	Last one I went to and liked would be Prince of Jaipur.
drink:	Watermelon shake. :D
season:	Summer!
type of weather:	Windy
emotion:	Excitement
thing to do on a half day:	Daydream and Draw
late-night activity:	Write stories while no one is looking. >.>
sport:	lol xD
city:	NY! :D (because of all the weird people)
store:	Fully Booked! :D
When was the last time you..
cried:	3-28 :D
played a sport:	intrams!
laughed:	last night :D
hugged someone:	last night :D Sarah.
kissed someone:	o_o (last night. my dad. on the cheek. :p)
felt depressed:	Yesterday. (clearance. >.<)
felt elated:	a while ago. It's amazing what brownies can do. :D
felt overworked:	...
faked sick:	1st grade? :P
lied:	can't remember..
What was the last..
word you said:	"uploading"
thing you ate:	the brownies of heaven
song you listened to:	Unbreak My Heart
thing you drank:	full cream milk...siiighh
place you went to:	..home?
movie you saw:	TMNT! lol..
movie you rented:	The Magic Sword..5th grade :P
concert you attended:	wait. waiit.. er. Fair Concert. :D
Who was the last person you..
hugged:	Sarah
cried over:	...er
kissed:	dad :D
danced with:	Erik
shared a secret with:	Sarah
had a sleepover with:	Sampa sleepover..I was next to Jean :D
called:	Llyza
went to a movie with:	Sarah, Joseph, Tim, Karlo, Abby and Pat
saw:	my dad
were angry with:	abigail >:(
couldn't take your eyes off of:	um.
obsessed over:	..i'm pretty sure it was an anime character..
Have you ever..
danced in the rain:	i want to!! o_o
kissed someone:	yeah >.>
done drugs:	nope
drank alcohol:	wine :D
slept around:	...eh?? NO
partied 'til the sun came up:	nope :P
had a movie marathon:	yep!
gone too far on a dare:	uh, no.
spun until you were immensely dizzy:	yeah! (prom :D haha)
taken a survey quite like this before:	i doubt it -
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EK 0_0

2007-03-29T23:57:00.000+08:00

Just came home..from Santa Rosa..

Dead tired and sleepy.

Screamed my brains out during those two space shuttle rides.

I WON AT RIO GRANDE. Damn it. xD

Muon was absolute fun.

I love them all. :D

I can't wait to do this again. This is the most fun i've had in a long time. <3

It's All Good (graduation post)

2007-03-28T19:02:00.000+08:00

What can I say? The wait is over, and we're finally done. It was a fun four years of hell. Which later on, turned into a heaven of sorts. I don't regret a lot. In fact, I marvel at how God works His threads; at first it is confusing, and then, at the end, when you see the big, colorful tapestry, everything makes sense and is quite beautiful. Thank You, Lord. I survived. It was wonderful.

I'll miss 07. All the wonderful friends, teachers, and special ~~person~~ people. I do believe the grad song tells the story best.

To lack of inspiration
Cramming papers
Making something out of nothing
To failed Econ tests
What I’d give to do it over and over again
Or maybe not
Looking back on all the long nights
MUs, brotherhood, sisterhood
It’s all good
So let’s all walk together
To places we barely know
Take a step, take a stroll
We’ve got all this to show
Even though we can’t stay
I’ll see you ‘long the way
At least we’ll always know
Where to find home

Pisces and not Scorpio

2007-03-25T00:13:00.000+08:00

You Should Be A Pisces

What's good about you: carefree and compassionate, you are truly light hearted

What's bad about you: when things get bad, you tend to retreat and not let others in

In love: you're a true romantic - it's flowers, bubble baths, and candles all the way

In friendship, you're: eager to lend a sympathetic ear and likely to develop a deep connection

Your ideal job: bartender, magician, or secret agent

Your sense of fashion: simple clothes that don't distract from your personality

You like to pig out on: seafood - from fish sticks to salmon

What Sign Should You Be?

:'(

2007-03-23T03:54:00.000+08:00

I don't think I've ever cried this hard before.

It's 4 in the morning. I can't...

I stared at the ceiling. Lord, why? Isn't there any other way?

It hurts. So bad.

323--

2007-03-22T21:04:00.000+08:00

Two hours and fifty-six minutes. Until his birthday!

:D

Apprehension? Yes.
Confusion? Yes, still.
...yeah. At least I know what to do now. =) I think.

See?

2007-03-21T21:42:00.000+08:00

I can already imagine you.

"Tae ka!"

I can also imagine me.

"Sorry. I don't want things to get out of hand..."

Imagining him also helped a lot.

"I move towards option 2."

It's a battle of want and practicality.

Right now, want mixed with practicality overrules everything.

I can't think anymore.

I just want to be happy. Or something.

The Difficulty of Being

2007-03-21T17:11:00.000+08:00

I can't help but cry because there is no other way out of this.

The diffculty of being under layers and layers of secrets is that it you feel that it's alright, get used to that feeling, and then are pulled out into the rude bright light of the world. And after that you realize and regret, and restart. The difficulty of being chosen to live a life that has standards, a life that carries the name of the Savior, is that others will see you with that Mark, and know that you are different. The hardest part of living is living without compromise.

It's a strange place, the world. It's a wonderful, deceptive "things-are-never-what-they-seem" kind of place. With all kinds of temptations, all kinds of situations that complicate existence. It will be hard, what is going to happen. If your eye causes you to sin, then gauge it out. If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. Easier said than done. Easier said than done.

It's been obvious. For the past few months i've been compromising, and perhaps not just in terms of relationships with other people. I have found out, that it is, horrendously easy to let yourself fall into the trap where feelings affect decisions, and where your line of sight is so screwed up that you can't think straight; that you cannot see the big picture anymore. And this, my friends, is the big picture: I shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this.

Because even if we're young and intelligent, we can also be incredibly blind and stupid. I am guilty of being. Incredibly blind. And stupid. And guilty of compromising, and guilty of leading you on. This should stop. Tears should stop now. Everything is going to fade. And it will hurt so bad.

Whoa.

2007-03-20T17:32:00.000+08:00

We just had a Sampa Reunion. 0_0

How weird is that?

Zy's house, Batangas. (twas a miracle I was allowed. :D)

Attendees:

Kimmy Jem Jasper Johnmark Zyrelle Paolo Erik Junnius Jira Apple Justin Warner Jean Hannah

Fourteen (14) Sampa and one Lovely. :D

Movies!

Just my Luck, House of Wax, If Only, and Ghost Ship. Plus four episodes of House.
A lot of Jem screaming, Paolo groping people and Johnmark spoiling parts. x.x And Boy Bawang! And chips! And Jasper sleeping basically the whole time.

My mood to write suddenly jumped off a cliff and died. Anyway.

Yeah, that was basically it. Sampa Thing = Starbucks (thanks apple!), Roadtrips, Movies, Pillows, a lot of unfair Tickling, Kimmy and Jem being all homeless on the floor, and fiesta foooooooooooooooooooood! Yay.

Oddity

2007-03-15T08:20:00.000+08:00

Last night, I dreamt that I was in a bookstore with my family. It looked like Shopwise, but it was a bookstore.
I was looking for the mints. Mint chocolates, mind you. I found my way into the chocolate section, and found the mints, but they were in little books--mostly about love and weddings and stuff. I opened a small purple book and found that there were two purple mints inside.

Abby called me and said that they were leaving. I nodded and moved to the next section, where there were children's books. One book caught my eye. It was big and white and silver, and had an illustration of a woman clad in a blue cloth and white headwrap standing in a river, holding up an animal by its tail. The book's title was "The Fox Murderer" I was intrigued--why would a children's book be called The Fox Murderer? Anyway, I picked up the book, and at the same time, saw the van in at the entrance of the bookstore/Shopwise.

I opened the book anyway. It turns out that the woman on the cover was actually a man. And he did not have black hair, but "diamond" hair (meaning blonde) The man was an ex-convict who stumbled into a river (this part of the dream gets blurry) and was somehow taken into a native-american-eqsue tribe. He lived with them and married and had a daughter; and his wife looked a lot like Queen Gorgo from 300. One day, a caravan came down the river, with an old small man with glasses and white hair wearing a purple wizard's robe driving it. He demanded for the man and told him to do his magic.
He handed the man a thin, dark brown, scared-looking dog and told him to kill it like he did foxes. The whole tribe watched as the man held the dog uncertainly, not knowing what to do.

The book becomes boring and I put it back on the shelf. But I can't help but feel a little disturbed. The van is nowhere to be seen. So i'm left in the bookstore.

MY phone vibrates thrice. Ria and Erik and Jira. I wake up for a few minutes, and then go back to sleep.

No more dreams follow after.

Red Hot

2007-03-14T20:22:00.000+08:00

Intrams 07-

Go red! hot! scorpions!

And the first time I've played soccer in my entire life.

I learned a few things.

Damn, it's hot out there. And it hurts when you accidentally kick a soccer shoe- clad foot.

The field is a slippery place and you don't know when to fall. And when you do fall-(like chrissy and liean and paola and me and a bajillion other people-) it hurts. O_O

I protect my square. When the ball rolls into the square, I kick it out. This, apparently, is not what a midfielder is supposed to do.

But then, there were other sports besides soccer. Like Volleyball, for instance. Yes, le red people were quite good at both. And Jovi and Zie and James were effective cheerleaders.

Intrams was not without casualties.

Like when Erik kicked Mark in *thatplace* (purely accidental. x.x or so it seems.)
Or when Karizz nearly fainted in the middle of the basketball game.
And when Paola scraped her knees, and Liean scraped her knees and Chris scraped his knees, and when Paola earned back pains from being a forward--

But not without scoring us a goal. :D Go Paola.

Today was the day I gave Robert my skirt for his growing collection; the day AJ rocked my socks with his professional burping; the day we lost to orange and black--(4thplaceyay.)

Andandand...erik brought Lemon! *jump*

PS.

c/o Cy. Never kick with your toes. x.x

I My Me Mine

2007-03-11T19:19:00.001+08:00

9 Plays, 5 Days. (part two.)

2007-03-08T08:08:00.000+08:00

Les Miserables

Staged by Tau, and the first of the musicals. Based on the novel by Victor Hugo, Les Miserables centers around the life of ex-convict Jean Valjean (Ivan Clement) and the people around him, set during the tumultuous period of the French Revolution. The problem with musicals is that they are a huge production to take on; the audience depends on the clarity of the actors' singing voice, which depends on the sound system. Technical difficulties aside, there were some sweet moments in the play, like chocolate chips in a cookie. (lol) Ivan played Valjean, as mentioned above, and with young Cosette at his side (Peachy Arines), you couldn't help but "awww" with everyone else. Peachy's performance tugged very much at your heartstrings. She was incredibly cute. (*sniff*). The pair that won me over, however, was Ramon Marfil and Joji Mendoza as the Thenardier couple. They provided a burst of comic relief from an otherwise dramatic and...very long...musical. Directed by the renowned Jessica Morado.

The Phantom of the Opera

This was, with no doubt, the most awaited of the musicals as far as 07 is concerned. Andrew Lloyd Webber's beloved musical about a vengeful opera ghost is one of his most celebrated creations. When taking on a production such as this, one must deliver. And yes, Charm did deliver. Quite well, in fact. The pivotal starting moment was when the spotlight centered on the spinning chandelier suspended from the ceiling. 0_0 And then the play unfolded. Yes, every musical is riddled with technical difficulties, and Phantom was no exception. I wish we were able to hear Garrick sing, as his voice fell victim to a lapel mike unstuck. Noooo. Janel, as expected, delivered a chilling number, hitting beautiful and precarious high notes as the audience sat dumbly. Justin Romasanta played the title role, and he did justice to the Phantom. His voice alone was exceptional. One of my favorite moments in the play was the Masquerade. We were concentrating on the dancers--and then Justin leaps out of the seat beside the one in front of me. Crap. 0_0 Where'd he come from? Performances were excellent, although the character that struck my fancy was Carlotta, played by Jackie. >.> The role fit her like a glove, and the singing and acting seemed awfully natural. *applause* Congratulations Charm, for braving a rather large and daunting task. Directed by Jackie Canlas and Garrick Bercero.

Oz and West Side Story to come later. :D

9 Plays, 5 Days. (part one.)

2007-03-06T20:18:00.000+08:00

A review of each play. Hopefully.

TGIS: Thank God It's Sunday

An evangelical musical about the lives of each member of a youth fellowship. Directed by Mark Gicain. There was heartfelt singing and dancing, with music recreated from scratch by the extremely talented Sam Simon. Presented at the SSA Theatre, the musical was a good effort presented by the DCBCYF. Although there were some technical difficulties, everything came off nicely. Sure, a few of us slipped with the lines, but that was it. Not the most extravagant of productions, but it served as a blessing to me, and hopefully, to our audience.

10 Things I Hate About You

A play based on a movie based on a play. The movie starred Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles, with a storyline based on Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew. Muon undertook the task of adapting the movie into a play. The lead roles were Jan Mikes as Patrick, Rikka Fernandez as Kat, Liean Eugenio as Bianca, Jerome David as Cameron, and Cyrus Cruz as Joey. And I was the bartender! Yay! (lol) Anyway, all I can say about Vladymuon's last production was that it was simple, clean, and well done. :D Props transitions were ok, acting was ok...It was fun, and everyone was happy. Directed by the multi-awarded Dane Leonardo.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

I wasn't able to watch this one, which was presented by Photon. T.T Jira and I were doing the final paper in the girls' dorm. However, I heard that it was a nice presentation, with beautiful costumes and VERY memorized lines. I wish I'd seen it. Theater Class '06 did it last year; it was very entertainting. One of Shakespeare's more lighthearted works. If only. -_- (I wanted to watch Celine. Or something. >.> *sniffu*)

Love is the Doctor

Directed by the great Ryan Magtibay. This is, by far, the funniest class play I've seen. Well, it is a comedy. Electron, as always, delivers a clean and substantial performance, driven by two amazing (and previously undiscovered) acting talents, Justin Valencia 0_0 and Adelle Santos. They were AMAZING. And very funny. Great acting; and Alba singing was just...ticklish. Wonderfully ticklish. Justin and Adelle were brilliant--other standouts, however, were Robert and the singing Alba. Jason playing the romantic was a novel idea, and at the same time, deliciously ironic. Bravo, Electron. It was short and sweet, leaving you with an apetite for more.

Cyrano de Bergerac:

A *French* play by Graviton. :D Zomg. I'm sorry, I wasn't able to catch this one either. I don't even know the title. 0_0 Cy did the music though, so it must have sounded pretty. =P Yes, I believe in Cy. I admit, it would have been interesting to listen to the soundtrack-- medieval music Cy-style? 0_0 cool.

the next four to follow. :D

Measure in Love

2007-03-03T22:18:00.000+08:00

I went over to Monci's house for practice, and found Lito there. He and Jeremy were watching RENT, and so I joined in. It was fun..albeit...sort of...strange. I couldn't help but wince every time Maureen and Joanna..you know.. >.>

Anyway, it's been a wonderful, tiring series of practices and meetings for the DCBCYF Musical, and all our hard work (kuya mark's most of all) will pay off tomorrow. My hope is that the soul of the performance will get through to those we invited. =)

Ah, one can't help but write about the last days of our stay in school. I've ranted about this before, ("omg we're leaving! tundun!") but would like to add something. I enjoy it the most when we sit across from each other and talk about things. When we laugh, when I can't stop--when he's eating and eating and I'm indulging in something sweet (and bouncy). Those are the times I like best. When we talk and it doesn't have to mean anything; when we laugh and it doesn't have to be too funny--(underwear! x.x)

...just wanted to get that off my chest. :D

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

Bread Pan

2007-03-01T20:01:00.000+08:00

Half-lovely

Tomorrow is the last perio ever. Today saw mostly Muon practice and STR work.

Junnius and Jed and Ervin stole gradpics from me today. But then I trade only. :D Tundun.

Muon 8 and the last STR oral report. Goodbye, The deveopment of a new culture medium for pleurotus sajor-caju using cellulose-rich materials. I definitely won't miss you. We do recommend, however, that future researchers foolish enough to continue our project start earlier during the year and do NOT steal water hyacinths from government sanctuaries because it is against the law. (Don't blame us--we didn't know.)

:D

I had a meaningful conversation with Jerome. Rather, a 5-minute meaningful conversation with Jerome. It reminded me that I should try harder to share one of the hardest things to share--because you don't know how that extremely special person will react. If you'll say it right. But then we just have to try again and again and again--

Truth is, i'm scared.

I bought Chris breadpan. I think it's the first time I bought Chris something. And before that, the first time I was tickled by Ervin. And yesterday, the first time I ate kikyam (courtesy Karizz) and dinuguan (Erik). The first time I watched the whole 10 Things I Hate About You; the first time Ryan mussed up my hair; the first time I didn't finish the book before an English perio.

Tomorrow is the last day. Yes, I will document it. Yes I will miss it. But most of all, I'll try my hardest to make the best out of it. :D

rollercoasterscreams.

2007-02-27T21:52:00.000+08:00

Happy 2nd birthday, hannahisapalindrome. :)

Teacher speeches on the very last day of High School.

Sir Palima : I was a caretaker in Japan..

Sir Talaue: Choose what course you really really really really want.

Ma'am Caintic : Alis na kayo!

Sir Arghs: You were a fun class, albeit sometimes irritating...

Ma'am Candy: How much was the tablet?

Sir Sherwin: Goodbye, Muon.

Well, I don't have much to say about our very last day. It was normal, but that just goes to show that the feeling of lastness, of finality creeps up on you when you least expect it. Today was just...blah. The end will come like a thief in the night. And that day is hurtling towards us at the crashing speed of a defunct rollercoaster.

:D

2007-02-19T21:30:00.000+08:00

Kuya Daniel just came. With pencils. And a sketchpad. For me.

*JUMP*

HappinesS!!!!

Yellow Rain

2007-02-19T18:24:00.000+08:00

We were young and so inspired
We weren't the only ones who thought
We'd change the world
No sun would set without us
No one we knew could ever doubt us

We had our future figured out
We knew a love like ours would always save the day
And that we'd always be ok

But would you know me now
Would you lay me down beside you
Tell me everything I want to hear
Like that was your favorite year

Yeah, rushed ending to the last post. The reason being that i'm in no mood to continue. Let's pull ourselves into the bright, hot air of reality once again. Today is the beginning of the last normal week. I realized that after Physics, and despite the ridicule of the situation, shed a tear. Chest constriction, and I...I didn't know what to feel. Apprehension describes it best. During lunch period, I walked around with James, Cyrus, and Paola (after not finding him. at all.) And we took to the grandstand and watched the yellow flowers fall. The heavy feeling grew.

Goodbye Pisay. Goodbye Physics room. Goodbye table. Goodbye Paola. Goodbye James. Goodbye Jira. Goodbye Sir Palima. Goodbye air. Goodbye field. Goodbye grandstand. Goodbye rocks. Goodbye, high school...

I've stopped convincing myself that I don't belong. It happened at the beginning of senior year, surprisingly. Because for once, I was content. For once, I could smile at school life with a light heart inside me. Looking back on the things that happened, I can say that there isn't a year that compares to the 4th.

In the middle of Sir Sherwin's lecture on differential equations, I practiced a bit of pen twirling, remembering someone who told me that I wasn't from Pisay if I couldn't pen twirl. It is the last week. The last normal, everyday beginning; the end of together. And I couldn't find him. I wanted to tell him that, "Guess what? today is the last normal-ish Monday!" He'd probably answer with "Yup. *insert one digit number* school days na lang eh..." and I'd say, "Yeah. I can't believe we're almost done.."

See? I've to resort to imagining conversation. But there are better things to do. Cheer up, hannah. I'm going to miss a lot of things about Pisay. We're almost there. It's only a matter of waiting.

"Our days are numbered." - James

black.white

2007-02-18T13:33:00.000+08:00

It isn't a new feeling. - Jovi

I nearly dated the prom king.

Feb 17th--

I woke up and found that he messaged me at 4 in the morning that today was prom. (I do believe his excitement > mine) Alright. I still had a mask to cram and several minor preparations to undertake before the actual thing, and since the mask wasn't what I expected, there was a bit of panic=mindblank=chaos going on in my head.

So we went to the mall. My sisters and my dad watched the All-breed dog show while mom and I hunted for a pretty shawl. We finished late, and the backs of my ankles were scarred because of those evile new shoes I thought would be comfortable. I ran into Jovi (actually, he poked me on the escalator), who went shopping for a corsage for Karizz. Home, after. I took a bath, dried up, and we hauled off to the salon.

I was curlified there. And we finished quite late. In a minor state of panic (again), mother drove home and I dressed up, while little sisters and their friend gawked at my hair. And dress.

Pat: You look like your drawing!

I'm not sure if that was a compliment on her part, but there wasn't time to think of that. My main concern was to get to Edsa Shang before the traffic ate up the car. Unfortunately, dad was in the mood for siblingly pictorials. So fine. Pose. Smile. Glare and scurry away in heels when it was over. I got into the car, and then mom began doing her last-minute mom things. Sit properly. Did you drink water? Eat cookies. Okay. Okay. Gaaaah.

Traffic. I couldn't lean back on the seat or touch my hair. The opportunity cost of being curly. It was a dull and anxious two hour trip. But at least I arrived.

"I'll pick you up later?"

"Yeah. Bye dad!"

"Have fun."

*click*

Okay. Look for the boy in the white suit. He wasn't outside. Ohwait, there he was. I waited for a bunch of little children to exit, and then stepped into the lobby. Erik looked unusually pretty . He looked at the mask I was holding.

"Ok na yan." I nodded, and he told me to wait. I saw Brr (mark jason) and AJ and Pabs and people, and they took pictures. Hurrah. Going over to where my date was, I put my mask down, and realized that a couple of rhinestones had fallen off. Crap. Erik held up a glittery silver and black mask. Yay.

We saw Jamie and her mom on the way down to the ballrooms. Said hi to people, and registered. It was time to go inside. Table 15. Messina. I do believe we crossed the room thrice to find it. The Muon table. Well, muon + vladybaby extension + Mr. Gallego. Kisses were scattered all over the centerpiece. Llyza was there, along with Chrissy, Maudrik, Cyrus, Sir Vlad and Ziella. And Ziella's dress. Was purple and feathery and lovely. So even though I was basically an hour late, things were looking up. =)

Sir Martin and Pretty Female Teacher were our emcees. The set-up was quite nice, with a giant white mask amidst red draperies at the back of the stage. Erik went off to get his solo shots, and I sat with the Muon people and looked around. James got to do his Prince of India thing. With hat and white gloves. *applause* I spotted Paola and Celine (who, quite suspiciously, was seated by Junnius) and Vincent and Mark and-- ohhhh. Lithium.

Jira looked like a disney princess. And Apple was erik's real date. ;P

We ate dinner. Llyz and I should've shared a meal with extra rice. Cause I wasn't able to finish, and neither was she. Mushrooms! And an AVP on 07 and 08. Sad and fun and with a lot of...movie clips. It was nice. :D

Right! Voting for King and Queen. So Erik wanted to be king. Fine. I scribbled on the four sheets of paper, voting Zie for Queen. After dinner, we went around and paparazzied and watched the cotillion and the teachers dancing onstage. The usual activities followed. Group pictures outside, and there was a Sampa pic (*GASP*) and Sir Arghs struck a very amusing figure in his silver mask. Erik = camwhore. Seriously.

The dancing followed. I missed the viscomm pic ='( and people kept stepping on me, and I was falling asleep and Joriel asked me what his finger was. Uh. So then Erik wanted to dance with someone and left me with Kuya Ed who left me with Pabs who passed me back to Erik and then I wanted to dance with James, and I did...

And then there was Jovi, Audrik (who wanted Mau so he left me with Janmikes), and Janmikes--we spun around a lot. Till I got extremely dizzy, and he didn't. So he passed me back. Dance. Dance. Dance.

And then it ended. And then we were happy. The end.

V-day

2007-02-14T19:02:00.000+08:00

"Love is not love unless you give it away."

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
My favorite parts of the day were:
-the muon boys' serenade
-jovi reading karizz's booklet
-erik running across the field. x.x

The flight of paper hearts

2007-02-13T15:01:00.000+08:00

It is a happy Tuesday. ^_^

Liean, James and Jovi went to my house and ate Elf-cookies and played the piano. We basked in the pre-valentine's ambiance. Erik called later on. And we loudspeakered him. Socks likes the three of them =)

music : the long way round - dixie chicks

location : dining room

weather : warm and breezy

Hot weather/Cold hands

2007-02-12T16:47:00.000+08:00

I need warmth. (needed, actually.)

Achievement tests! Chem and Bio, this is the first day. February 12th. Please bring your sharpened Mongol # 2 pencils with eraser intact. No talking during the exam. You have 60 minutes to make guesswork of Philippine history. Time starts now.

Lunch was at the caf : a hotdog bun with everything on it, complete with hungry boy wanting to bite off. And me running away from the blue scarf which also had everything on it. Trip to the front lobby, where Gino sat. Erik played around with the scarf some more and then Jao came and they talked about stuff, which finally led to butt-measurements (the usual) and then some. Then they started picking on Domo (0_0) nevermind..

Anyway, we took off to the mall for lack of stuff to do at school (and to get linen pants <3 ) yay yay yay yay yay yay yay!!! Thanks for the pants, dear!!! *jumpjump* Pants that aren't see through and stuff. x.x Hurrah!! Lovely, they are. Pantspantspantspants. White. And. Too long for me. And pricey. x.x Moving on...

We walked around some more and looked at another pair of pants, this time pinstriped. He mentioned he sucked at shopping. We went to Fully Booked and checked out some Bob Ong books and cards and notebooks (I *want* the McDonalds journal. Will get it next time xD) and then went around some more...(mojos at Shakey's) and then he heard some guy singing this song on a Magicsing, so we went downstairs in time for that part that sounded familiar. ^_^ Haha. Coincidental.

After that, we went to the pet shop and squeed and gushed over the adorable puppies. There was that Husky he wanted (blue eyes) and the *adorable* little Chowchow puppy and the Yorkie. 0_0 Cuuuuute!! *gush* We talked about random fun things, like how we both used to get dropped off at Kids at Work, what he was going to do for his birthday (17 dances? x.x), and how awesome FA graduates get to while away time airbrushing T-shirts for people. T.T lucky dogs.

Right. After that we got iced tea and walked around some more, looking into random shops, (the temptation of getting a haircut dawns somewhere here) and then the Extreme HotShots contest came up. >.> He got one order of extreme hotshots and we were supposed to eat it. One by one. The consequence was a *mwah*. No iced tea. I don't normally eat spicy food, and neither does he. Bato bato pik. Hannah loses and she goes first. Dip in gravy, put into mouth. Still okay. Erik goes next.

This continues until the whole box is empty. My lips are aflame. He's sweating. My eyes are tearing up. In the end, nobody wins. x.x This is where my hands are cold, and his are not. The world reverses for a minute. I exploit his hand warmth. Yay! Warm hands. Damp-ish, but warm.

Empty iced tea cups, and then we head home. Time to walk--

Every street going right is Vigan road. There's the castle house, the tower house, and the house with the old lady and her giant pet snake. Seriously. Then after walking some more, we get to my house. He waits outside while I go in to get some funds because I owe him stuff, and then the ates let him in, oh wait, he doesn't want to sit or drink-- time to go, erik. So we go out and walk towards the gate--

But then he wants to get Socks. Fine. We go back. :P Sockuu. She doesn't pay attention to him and sniffs the ground. To the gate! Walking for a bit through the park, the world looks sleepy and lovely and warm.

The day ends here. He gets into a cab, and waves. Byebye. ^_^

V

2007-02-10T20:47:00.000+08:00

Vladymuonforuming is fun. =P

I think i'll make it a habit to post here weekly, at least. Last night was Ate Dane's debut, with eighteen presentations and eighteen lessons and eighteen times the fun. With age comes privilege comes responsibility. It's one and a half more years for me, and I can wait. =)

Today was spent studing for the Bio achievement test. -_- The dcbcyf people were practicing in the living room the whole time, but I got to join them for the latter part. Kuya Mark is a foodmonster. Too bad Chel wasn't there. The entire tub of pancit would've disappeared in seconds. Ate Monique is 19. And Adi is 16.

The week ahead is very busy. We're looking at exams, exams, exams, and prom. And after that, the perio! And the musical!

---

Around me lies chaos. Paper on the floor, paper on the bed, and paper on the desk. Four bio notebooks containing three quarters' worth of lessons and bags and drawings and pencils and rubbershoes scattered all over the place. This is my world, and as far as i'm concerned, creative clutter is love. And so is Muon and room 206's hilarious music videos. 0_0 This puts Jed in a whole new light! :)) *fangirl*

I finished Thr3e a few days ago. All I can say is that it is...shocking and brilliant. And shocking. 0_0 Gaaaahhh.

It seems i'm too distracted to blog decently right now. :P Another time then!

Missing Marbles

2007-02-03T23:02:00.000+08:00

Not the best of days. Waking up to a sore throat and exploding parents, I ate a late breakfast of instant oatmeal and cold water. The day proceeded with "the talk" revolving around grades, life, and possible distractions. A cruel, cold bath came after, along with the February chills. I drifted through what was left of morning with a little cloud of depression floating above me. At least, until the DCBCYF people came.

We practiced for an upcoming musical, called T.G.I.S. Dancing, songs, acting. By this time my throat was killing me, and the notes Kuya Mark wanted got higher and higher. Voice projection. I was tasked to get Chel's solo for Seasons of Love, since Gabe left and Chel got to take over his song. >.> My skin was burning up for some reason...I passed it off as a reaction to the cold weather.

At around 8:30, Adi and I met to talk over our first ever bible study, which was scheduled for tomorrow. The passage was Nehemiah 13, and was basically about the sinful nature of man. The chapter was stuffed with lessons and little observations, and I'm just glad we were able to meet and weed out the possible nuggets of wisdom from the text. It was fun talking to her again-- the last time we really really hung out was when we were eight and sunday school classmates. And now, we're leading our first bible study. 0_0 Time doth fly.

We ate ice cream after that. Not a smart move for me. I lost both dessert and dinner soon after Adi left, and the thermometer professed me feverish. Runny nose, cough, fever = flu! And so the first illness of the year comes to attack. So now I sit, shivering a little. Erik is telling me to go to sleep, but maybe in a few minutes. Cold air and wet hair do not mix (perhaps it isn't flu but a mere head cold) In any case, today was definitely nice, but not the best of days.

Papercut

2007-01-30T20:23:00.000+08:00

I've been working on something for around 10 days now. A journal.
Inspired by a certain palanca, I decided to make something that would express how things ran in my world. To some extent. I was exited. Very very exited to write, to remember, to give. And to see the reaction. ^_^

I guess I wanted to prove that I could show him what I thought. I wanted to see what he thought of it too. The weirdness, the doodles, the stories, and the top-of-my-mind rants. And I guess I fell short of the expectations. Again. ^_^

Aruga

2007-01-27T11:07:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, the Philippine Science Foundation Inc., in partnership with renowned painter Joven Ignacio, held an art exhibit entitled "Aruga", at the Rockwell Powerplant Mall, Makati. The event was a fundraising to help address the financial needs of PSHS students, particularly those under the foundation's Godparent Program.

The exhibit opened on the 26th of January, 2007, at 6pm. Several distinguished guests were present at the ribbon-cutting, including PSHS' very own General Hermogenes Esperon, AFP chief of staff, and national artist Napoleon Abueva. Guest artist Myra Ruth Picart also exhibited her own works, all of which were already sold.

PSHS students were present all throughout, functioning as performers and ushers. The exhibit runs until February 2.

Pearls Up My Straw

2007-01-23T21:15:00.000+08:00

2nd day of YMSAT.

We defended our tarp against the judges from 8 in the morning till lunchtime. I brought my sketchpad, my 6B pencil, and a kneaded eraser. Sadly, my art materials have been abused. Sketchpad was taken, with two pages wasted, and held for ransom. The eraser is now missing. Ergh.

Lunchie. And then, the 2nd judge. And then ROCKXS with the Diapeople. ^_^ Hurrah.

Soon after, I went back to the astb, and Erik suggested to get some Zagu. 1 hour in line. 0_0 Andand. TOOMANYPEARLS... creme brulee tastes nice. Basically, we sat there. And I doodled. And he tried to doodle. (take note. Tried.) :P

The problem right now is that parts of my memory are missing. I'd have to think hard to recall stuff....Llyza is still Maldita. And I am not owed anything. 0_0

...*mindblank*

OH yeah! I put in two new pieces for DA. Yay, a deviantID for hannah! Yay.

)-ende-

8:16

2007-01-21T20:07:00.000+08:00

Happy birthday Sir Vlad! =)

Random.

2007-01-18T20:04:00.000+08:00

Icarus

2007-01-18T19:29:00.002+08:00

You fly among the quiet clouds,
Whipping shrilly bout the empty blue-
And then the world does not exist.

Only the sun is burning your skin and the wind,
Coming in short breaths-empty,
And skyboundandalmostfree--

Feathers and the ocean roll into one,
So dip your toes into the water mountain ranges,
Circling under once earth caked soles

Salt in throat and the gull-scream echoing.
Into nothingness.

The descent begins with melting wax.

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Created in Filipino class, slightly fixed at home. :D

Midnight Fairydust

2007-01-17T00:26:00.000+08:00

I can't stop smiling! =)

(I'm sorry erik, I know I said i'd sleep , but then it occured to me to update-- oh well. )

All I can say for tonight is...I'm excited. About a lot of things.

There's the prom, of course. And i've got the best date evAr, (I guess) Hahaha... a contrast of color, and a lot of ruffles. ^_^ I can't wait. Ball gowns! Masks! Paola! Yes, it's that season again. Glowing lights and black skies and gold dust in the air.

Mom and I went to UP today, and basically, she pointed out where i'd be studying, what i'd be doing-- all I can say is that i'm looking forward to the looser schedules and the freedom that college life will bring. Along with the kidnappers, rapists, terror teachers and whatnot. UPCAT results this week. :D Archi, here I come!

Argh. Still smiling. But it's better than chocolate. *huggles phone*

Buhong Sky! Yeah~

2007-01-11T21:46:00.000+08:00

The art of cramming pinoy. And blogging! At the same time! Feel the talent. :D

Okokokok.. I haven't blogged in a while. The last time was bohol. I think. So now i've got to cover a few topics. First off, the Retreat!

It was a nice retreat. Uhhmmm, yeah. A lot more electricity than last year. You could feel the passion flaming up from the jumping people. Wonderful. Lovely. ^_^ I hope we maintain our halos till graduation, at least. Or I hope we keep them forever. 07 is a wonderful batch. And. Um. My camera ran out of battery. Rawr. But anyway, the retreat was fun and eventful and obstacle course-y, with dancing brotherhood people towards the end. :D Ohwait! I forgot! I got these wonderfabulous palancas (which i tore open giddily and finished in 10 minutes. x.x) and lots! and lots! of hugs! *dances around* Long live us. :D

Hamsters tied with string sitting in an open hand! The monkey with the trapped fruit! And the little girl inside the glass box who is also tied with string! Such was the talk of the oval-walk.

And now. After retreat, everything's gone back to normalcy. Or semi-normalcy. Person C wants to ask person A who the World expects to be asked by person B. OHno! Person C = dilemma. Will he do what he wants to do, or succumb to the expectations of the world?? (person B, what are you *really* going to do?) And thus we talked about this while working in STR, chopping and oven-drying bundles upon bundles of kangkong (thanks mom) with a groupmate and a non-groupmate who I really really wish was a groupmate. Ahh, the prom. Already?? Butwhy. It isn't even Feb yet. Hahaha. We used to be sooo excited.I guess now it's been there, done that and blahblah. Tundun.

Oh, and *advertisement* SUBMIT WORK FOR THE DALUMAT! Please? Doing so almost guarantees a hug from the not desperate Editor-in-Chief (aka the cheditor) Cy Tamura. :D

Tarsier Kingdom

2006-12-29T13:13:00.000+08:00

Back from Bohol, the land of little hills and little monkeys, of multitudes of starfish, hermit crabs and watermelon milkshakes. ;)

It was a fun trip, a nice way to celebrate Christmas.

Day One.

Starfish discovery. We combed the shores of Panglao island for starfish and hermit crabs. Incidentally, Pat decided she was deathly afraid of starfish. And fingers, bugs, and lotion too, but don't ask. Abigail made it a point to harass Pat with said objects, which led to one of their usual bouts of getting back at each other. We, at dad's suggestion, made a starfish parol.

Anyway.

Abby and I created the Sandman, in place of a snowman, and left it there. The next morning, it was gone. Today was Christmas eve, and that night, after watching Disney Channel, my phone woke me up several times with several text messages, and one call. Yay! Christmas.

Day Two.

Christmas day. More resort frolicking, and the discovery of hermit crabs. Patricia decided that she was afraid of hermit crabs as well. Surprise! Abigail and Pat name a foreign family "Rugby family", because that was what the father's shirt said. They observed the Rugby baby and the Rugby child, until the mother shot them a withering glance.

Dad and I went to the mall. Not much there.

Day Three.

After breakfast, mom wasn't feeling so well, so the rest of us took off to eat lunch on the Loboc river cruise, and see the tarsiers. The cruise had musicians, dancing customers and a halfhearted magic act. (And river urchins clinging onto the rails)

The tarsiers were, like last time, sleepy and harassed by the eager tourists. Huge eyes and soft, soft fur. They don't like cameras much.

Upon returning to the resort, my mom's friend Tita Mamel brought us to another resort, called Amarela, which is Portugese for yellow. It was really pretty there, with the feel of an old, huge house filled with a lot of old and unusual conversational pieces. And they had a library, where me and Ab spent the next three hours. :D

Day Four.

Snorkeling at the Marine Sanctuary, and after that, kayaking. A splash in the pool, and then dad had to leave for Manila. Work and all. So then the rest of us took to the game room; pat and abby and mom played chess, and I read Les Miserables. x.x (and played pingpong with abigail. ^^)

That night, we watched Raising Helen.

Day Five.

Departure for Manila. YAy~ we came home at 9, and collapsed into bed. The end. ^_^

Wednesday

2006-12-20T21:30:00.000+08:00

5 more days.

23 december - leave for Bohol

26 december - return to manila

1 missing christmas list

5 presents bought for people on the list

4 presents wrapped and ready to be given

1 dog expecting a present of some sort

3 things on my christmas wish list:

-a world lit up
-a new book to read
-white linen pants <3 style="font-size:180%;">a billion things I need to do before vacation ends.

Pasko na Naman

2006-12-17T22:39:00.000+08:00

Pasko na naman. Yes, I had to sing that. ^_^

The Christmas season is in full swing, with relatives home from the States, parties left and right, and mother caught in the whirlwind that is her high school reunion. The weather hasn't turned cold yet, sadly. Today I took an hour long nap, and woke up with a dry throat, dry skin, and dry air coming from the dry electric fan. I ran to the water dispenser and downed a couple of glasses, then ran back to bed and proceeded to stare at the ceiling.

Yay! Christmas! Yearbook writeups are finally finished, so all I have left to do are the illustrations of charm and electron. >_> Jovi gets to do Muon, lucky person.

Soo. The break started off with ACTS camp. FUN! Just the thing I needed! Badly. ^_^ I came home refreshed and very very blessed! Yay!

After that came a slew of christmas parties. I missed the last Muon thing. It sounded like a lot of fun, swimming and all. *sniff* And now my dear, dear cousins are here in the Philippines. And vacation is something we don't want to let go of, but can't wait to finish, and dread seeing the end of. College! dundun!

It was our church's christmas party today. I saw Kuya Pao and his camera, and he mentioned the UP tuition fee increase, and asked how I was. And then I realized just how much I missed the Missions Exposure two summers ago. o_o Kuya Mark and the fellowship people were there as well, with Chel and (ate) Yanyan having to leave for their..places. Monci's in the states, by the way. I didn't know. 0_0

Anyway, senior year is being used up! Already! *cry* With one quarter to go, we're being pushed off to the big world of college and stuff. YAY. 0_0 That's all for now. Le chatters have made it hard for me to concentrate. HAhaha. ^_^ I miss dia.

SIIIIIIGHHHH...

2006-12-02T11:18:00.000+08:00

Unproductive!!! 0_0

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but now I get to play around with my tablet..mwahaha..

Durian!

2006-11-30T20:10:00.000+08:00

Typhoon Durian is coming!! 0_0

Purchase the necessary supplies and prepare for a billion hours of DARKNESS.

0_0

My mom bought a plastic full of batteries. And everything in the house is charging.

...which reminds me. I must plug several things in. Later.

there is enough light to write by--

Madhouse

2006-11-27T18:07:00.000+08:00

Hellweek, but good news! My math grade is reviving. We are on the edge of Christmas vacation--the last leg of highschool now stretches out before us. It is Sarah's birthday today, and thus, the last of the Novembers has left a year behind.

--o--

MADHOUSE.

The air is saccharine and heavy and makes my head swirl, because everything smells of chocolate. Have you ever tasted the floor of a candy shop? All wrappers and sugar and last week's bubblegum coated with dust. Peeling, colorful wallpaper. And skin..pink and round and smooth.

The woman behind the counter is as thin as a lollipop stick, peering through her waterfall hair. The voices of candy move through her eyes-- glazed over with warm caramel, and a pupil of dark chocolate. (There is only one) She doesn't say a word, her fingers speak for her. Leona is neither deaf nor mute. It is a choice.

I am too short--bespectacled without need and three years younger than my actual age. We stare at each other while the drugging aroma penetrates my nostrils.

"What do you need?" ask Leona's fingers.

I shrug, glancing at a random shelf. "I don't know. Maybe something with chocolate."

Leona looks at the shelf, and her fingers pause, looking thoughtful.

"But we have lots of things with chocolate. Silver pie, Truffle cake, Hornet's nest. Chocolate professors, chocolate mutineers, chocolate criminals."

She moves, suddenly. It is a movement too fast for the weighed-down pace of a candy shop--all coated with sugar; crystallizing.

"We have a series of them. Pick one, if you'd like." Her fingers had a bit of trouble explaining and getting the series of transparent crates down from the shelf. I could only watch in amazement as boxes upon boxes of chocolate figurines piled onto the candy shop counter.

Leona looked satisfied as she put the last box down in front of me. Her fingers smiled with a flourish.

"Here you are. Our whole chocolate series."

My eyes climb over each box hungrily. Each piece of candy was an artfully crafted chocolate figurine. There were different kinds of figurines in each box--every one being unique and eerily lifelike. I peered into the box of chocolate children, and was surprised to find a chocolate in the exact shape and dress of a girl from my school, who went by the name of Dominique Tee.

I reached inside the box and pointed to the figure.

Leona nodded and reached for a pair of glass tongs on the left end of the counter.

"Good choice." remarked her fingers. The chocolate was wrapped in silver foil and handed to me in a paper bag.

I handed Leona the money, and exited the shop.

Dominique Tee tasted rather good.

Don't Quit.

2006-11-24T19:07:00.000+08:00

LMAO. I am sorry, Bravo people. I kind of blanked out. =P hee.

We shredded water hyacinths till six, talking over things. Llyza is a prospector. And Ji and I shall begin the setting-up. Well we *should* begin the setting-up, among other things. (^_^) Today was kind of alright. Anthony and Jeremy passed the Pisay exam! Hooray for tlt-dcbc children. Hope they get in. Hope nothing bad happens to them when they get in. ^_^

That's all for now. D;

Luff!

2006-11-23T19:50:00.000+08:00

Thursday. Did not turn out as expected. I had an inkling, of course. Yet as the first half of the day rolled by, it began to dawn on me that all the snails in the world were ready to die. (Erm.) We had a speaker for viscomm, Gerry Tan. He showcased some of his exhibits and stuff. Lovely ideas. Sedative slide presentation.

RIGHT...Jira and I left to take part in our favoritest subject, str. We journeyed to Parks and Wildlife where water hyacinths were plucked out from the lake, ripped from their roots and stuffed in a bag. (it sounds like a kidnapping. 0_0) We emerged muddy and tired and ready to go back home to school.

When I got back, the world inverted. Sort of. It began when he brought the giant pink bag out from the guard's table. 0_0 And then the photocollage! And then the cake! *_* The cake was eaten with a lot of forks. Thank you erik! Thank you tim! ^_^ *happyhappyhappy* (Ji and Llyz..were screaming. Gahh.)

Bravo frolic practice after. ^_^ We rock. Triangle! V! Orignal X! Helicopter! Alpha! (lmao) comcom is soo not hot. =P

Okies. So after the frolickers dissapated, his wallet vanished into thin air. 0_0 Then Tim just *had* to bring out his camera. >_<

Stars and fireflies and finger-wrestling. The funnest post-birthday ever. <3

Sleepless Eyes

2006-11-21T21:03:00.000+08:00

Short post.
The sounds of Bravo practice are ringing in my ears. I should be memorizing my piece of Julius Caesar. So MANY things to do. -_- STR. GAHH. Anyway, today was happy. Towards the end, anyway. Chocolatechocolatechocolatebrowniething. YUM. Flurry over gradpics. Muon says I look like Anne Hathaway. x_x WHY.

Something is entertaining. But disturbing. But entertaining. ^_^

Circlebox

2006-11-20T05:49:00.000+08:00

*YAWN*

I forgot to update this weekend, so here it is. ^_^

Oh wait... i'm sixteen! 0_0 .......

...i'm old. >_>

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We had a birthday lunch at Tim's on Saturday. Many thanks to the people who came. We stuffed ourselves with Tita Tina's FOOOOOOD, and watched a movie that made my eyes bleed. Happy birthday Tim! and Jeremy. And whoever else was born this day. :D

On Sunday, le family went out to eat. So we ate. Mmmm..Malaysian-Indian-Singaporean food! Nothing new for dad though..haha. And after that mother and I split with dad and the sisters and went shopping...and after years of shopping, we rejoined the sisters and dad. And we did stuff! And then we ate dinner. And we went home. And so ends Sunday.

Sooo..it's Monday today. Econ Casework! Haha. :P Yay yay yay. Daddy Jovi and Mommy Karizz and Kuya Cyrus and younger sis Ziella. x_x oh wait. That seems wrong. Anyway, it's 6 in the morning and there's flag sem later..sooo I gotta go. :D

the other last post.

2006-11-03T19:58:00.000+08:00

This will be the last post for a few months. (If I can help it.)

I am currently feeling suicidal. (Yeah, grades. Yeah, parents. Yeah you.)

It's another quarter ahead. (Do or die.)

Yes, I've finally gotten caught in the spiderweb of my own making. (And kind of realized.. "hahaha. Stupid me.")

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[11/4/06] The penguin is named Benji after our beloved Science teacher. =) We miss you T. Benj...

observation

2006-10-31T18:49:00.000+08:00

Giving is happiness in itself. =) [for me, at least. perhaps i'm a minimalist, and the details are too small and invisible to notice.]

-Quotes of the Day-
(brought to you by Boredom (tm) )

*blinkblink* quote:
"You're heavier than Shayne." - Tim (to Hannah)

drama quote:
"Listen to your heart, Hannah."- Jessica

eunice quote:
"Omg, you got that from fanfiction.net, didn't you?"-Eunice to Jessica)

Jessica: Yahoo answers.

Hannah: *blink*

quote of near desperation:
"What should I do?? I should have planned a month in advance! omg i'm soo dead. It's Jean's birthday!"-Robert

paola quote:
"I hate sunburn. Look, my nose is peeling. I hate sunburn..."-Paola during bio

*evil laughter* - Jira

My bad.

2006-10-31T16:45:00.000+08:00

Uhuh. I've done it this time. Way to go, hannah. Smart. Very smart. -_-
Clumsy mouth, as always. I know what I said, and it's way too easy to take those words the wrong way. 0_0 stupidstupidstupid. My fault. My fault. My fault. I don't like seeing..him mad. If this is how it's going to end, I don't want to break him anymore. He's too fragile. I'm just clumsy and dense and blind. I don't want to break him.

..I suck at chess. But then again, this isn't all just a matter of logic and strategy.

faire

2006-10-29T20:53:00.000+08:00

Freaky Fairday has ended. The final school fair for us seniors, and a memorable one indeed. :D

My Day One revolved mostly around Project Runway and the like. ^_^ Team Flybutter was gathered at the GRHM, scattered across the floor like labrats, sewing like crazy. Soon, superglue was used as the substitute due to time constraints. I stabbed two fingers with a needle. Clumsy. Ma'am Duallo backed out for modeling at the last minute, but she got a replacement, Ma'am Ira. A good thing too. Thank you, Lord! ^_^

Muon gaming booth! Um, there were a lot of people, as expected. DDR, PS2, and television sets. (Which reminds me. I seem to have left mine at the boys' dorm. x_x) After escaping Project Runway for a few moments, I was able to catch Beat the Geeks (o.o) and Cyrus' courageous attempt to do so. So then, 4:30 came around, and the Runway show was upon us. Makeup commenced, along with the dressing up and practicing of poses. And then, finally, after a lot of tension and one nervous breakdown, the show began.

Llyza was great. 0_0 It was absolutely amazing. Jami was good too, except that the music suddenly stopped at the beginning of her second run, so she had to stop. Sir Jude was !!! =P Hahaha. Sir Talaue and Ma'am Ira were uber-cuute modeling the Pisay gear, and I guess all of our effort paid off in the end. Three out of four prizes won. Best female model. Best ideal uniform. Best collection. ^_^

It was a double victory for 07 that night. The Nerve emerged victorious in the Battle of the Bands. After a rainshower and some discouraging but wise conversation, we returned to the field and the rest of the night played out. =) I was kind of sleepy to be honest. 0_0

Day two followed. Not much in the morning. Hmm..being jailed by Erik, and then being jailed again because of Tim. (such great friends I have. T_T) Jessica hit me with a water balloon later on, while I was staring up at the pretty fireworks. 0_0 Muon classpic.. (we're going to EK!) and the closing ceremonies..and then the concert ( I was with robert and jean and tim and AJ) ...hee. Giniling Festival was fun as usual. I liked Paramita tho. And Up Dharma Down. ^_^ Hee.

SO then ends the fair. For a more..in-depth look, check out the multiply. :D

Danceday

2006-10-23T22:11:00.000+08:00

Muon danceday. Dante's Inferno, starring US!
It came out pretty good. In the end, the costumes came together nicely, even if the whips and the little red bow ties went missing. Reynard found a black polo. I found black pants. And the horns that were slaved over last night came out rather well. Dante and Virgil were blingblingy, and and...ours was the only modernish one. :D But we pulled it off, for a change. A nice comeback after Posible.

Tim, let's finish that thing we were supposed to finish before. OKies? ^_^ I feel what half of you feels. (the known half, mind you)

YAYGOMUON. {is full of happy muon-ness. i left my horns at school. SOB.} Tomorrow is a holiday, and a well-deserved one for all us tired souls. I still have to search for a faircostume. Trixy is coming on December 14. Birthday outing on November 11th.

vincent is evile. EVILE.

freaky!

2006-10-22T22:28:00.000+08:00

An end to the drama

2006-10-21T21:32:00.000+08:00

We took the Mapua exam in school today. I fell asleep for half of english and actually dreamt something. Lunch with Robert. We talked of things past and present, mostly about him. Erik was with me in the morning. He doesn't like almonds, and neither do I. (or mari and mithi, for that matter.)

A brief interlude of Project Runway followed, and after that, practice.

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIEAN~ (and she flies into the cloudy sky, dangling by her multicolored balloons--)

James was depressed today. Chris is planning something. Llyza had a ballet recital. Ziella's little brother looks like her. Jerome has confidence. Reynard can knock down demons. And beware of Cyrus. x_x Hannah needs the X factor. Ate Dane IS the X factor.

*sigh*

...still wishing. no point in waiting.

Okay.

2006-10-20T20:29:00.000+08:00

Just so you know. My life isn't perfect. Neither is yours.
I just thought you'd be happy for me or something. Not this.
Definitely not this.

Your move.

Over the hills and far away..

2006-10-19T21:34:00.000+08:00

Whew. This has been a tiring week. Here's a recap of things flown past and things to come:

Thefair.
Two days of senior-managed, non-academic FUN. I can't wait. Project Runway approaches as well, and FLYBUTTER is...shopping. (Actually, Ziella and me, using other people's stipends. Believe me, running around SM is a very, *very* good way to burn calories.) Muon is doing the Game Console booth, and the campus shall be set alight in the evening with pretty Christmas lights!

inferNO.
Yes, they will dress up in fun costumes whilst dancing to Dante's account of hell. Yes, it will be fun. I can't watch Cyrus without bursting into laughter. xD And Mark absolutely rockxs. Hellisfun. 0_0

EvErythingElsE
Last week was horrible, but this week brings recovery. It's time for another beginning. But alas, some things just won't go away. I am not owned by anyone, so please don't get angry when I go off and mingle with people who aren't you. I'm working on bringing back my Econ grade, among others. And writeups need editing. And the ten minute rule has returned. And perhaps I shall continue with that story I never seem to finish.

Janna found me. ^_^ I miss her soo much. Can't wait to see my best friend again.

October she will stay

2006-10-11T20:45:00.000+08:00

LAZINESS. Laziness and pessimism.

I just want it all to end.

Next week should be better. (actually, anything is better than this)

Or if not, the week after.

*sigh*

BUMBUMBUM.

SCREAM.

2006-10-09T18:26:00.000+08:00

Torturous day before perio, but we've heard it all before. Econ is not passable and my brain is dead...hurrah.

I taught robert Implicit differentiation. xD ChemeconfilipinoARGH.(s) Ever feel like a stake is being driven through your head? I do. (it's been teh first time since 2nd year)

The Importance of a Pinky

2006-10-07T10:37:00.000+08:00

Well, it was drizzling last night when we (dad, ab, pat) came back from Pastry Passion, and I had to open the gate. So I did it in a hurry and ended up having my pinky slammed in along with the lock. Ow. Hail to red-blotched swollen fingers.

Today is a bright day in which STR hopes to be something eventful. The year is half over. Andand...I want more pineapple salad..

Dangle dangle

2006-10-04T23:04:00.000+08:00

Recovery. Back to school, back to real life, and thus it is time to face the aftermath. Uprooted trees all over pisay, billboards torn to shreds, and a reality check: we aren't as safe as we'd like to believe.

Dangle.

Hell is a requirement, and another week lies ahead. Some damage has been forgotten, and some has been fixed. I am grateful. My world is held together by string; one string was cut. And another was tied back together. Nevertheless, I am thankful for the firefly that lights up the jungle of string. It has the space to fly away. To leave my world, and yet it doesn't.

Snap, and butterflies are released over the top of a white tall building at the breaking of dawn. She stands on tiptoe, feet barely brushing the edge, and stares into the infinite. She can't see anything.

Jump? Stay? Her toes curl over the buildingtop, and the sun is rising. Shafts of cruel, dazzling sunlight pierce her eyes. And she is blinded.

And she falls and screams. The butterflies release, and they fly after her hungrily, like a black and orange cloud, chasing at her heels.

She never hits the bottom.

What has gone on before..

2006-09-27T14:36:00.000+08:00

Wow. Double post day, eh. Finished the english essay, and now i'm mini-marathoning Ouran. :D Cuteness. Hikaru and Kaoru are such liars. And Tamaki is sincere even when he doesn't appear to be. ^_^ Yet they all express emotion freely. How nice. (lol, anime rant) Anyway...

Stupid cough won't go away. Oh well. It could be worse. (physics post quarter, here I come.)

Blackout

2006-09-27T08:41:00.001+08:00

Yesterday was horrible. But nice.

I won't elaborate.

Today I am sick, at home. The throat is overridden by fire-ants, and my head is swirling. No fever, though. Last night saw a total blackout of our street. Candlelight filled the house. And rain drummed on the roof. I am going to miss the Physics Longtest. And the Comsci Practical. And the Chem experiment. And PE. And English. And a billion other things. But. Ohwell. It hurts........

Blackout

2006-09-27T08:41:00.000+08:00

Adventure Day

2006-09-23T13:09:00.000+08:00

Today I went to Pisay to pick up Jira. Mother dropped us off (she was rather annoyed) at Parks and Wildlife, where we walked around and talked to the guard and found water lilies. Bringing two samples, we trekked back to Pisay, through Quezon Ave. ^_^ Excercise! We dropped off the stuff at Pisay and rode the pedicab and the jeep to SM, where we bought rubber gloves and trashbags and waffles. And then I walked home. :D

Hmm.

Yesterday was a GOOD DAY~~ Mainly because I passed the Math Long test. :D Yay yay yay! I wore Paola's shiny turquoise headband (Jira's handiwork) and Tim took out his camera. We decorated the Inkwall, and then, upon finding that the CISD hadn't authorized our decoration, took everything off and stuffed it into Sir Joey's cubicle. Photos were abundant after.

CAT=rain. Water fell from the sky, and we were herded into the auditorium. And then water stopped falling, and we were herded back to the field. KJ is scary when herding. KJ grabs butts! 0_0 (I am so not going near her in the caf anymore.) Anyway, once the herding had commenced and everyone was seated at the grandstand, the COCCs began doing their..thing. And they graduated! Hooray for them. ^_^

After that, the scramble for Econ Homework took place, and Tim bought me chocolate milk and we ate and I went around looking for econ homework. Then Tim had to leave for Los Banos. =( Awww. Bye Tim! They'll be back on Sunday though. So then Erik popped up in all his pinkness and we talked. The endd.

(rule 1 was violated! rule 1 was violated!!! xD)

Now, now darling, don't kill yourself...

2006-09-21T20:15:00.000+08:00

I stared at my Quickie and decided that this week was BADWEEK # 3. Hooray for me. The ten-minute rule was not followed today, and I had to leave early to hunt down Chel and Adi in SM. (Reynard was there. But he is unimportant. =P) We then walked to my house and stayed in my room and Chel brought out his guitar and Adi brought out her drum. And her drumsticks. :D HILLSONG...Chel=hillsong. They both left at 630 due to nonexistent curfews and whatnot. This Sunday is going to be a *huge* challenge. I have to sing! >.< Noo.

=( I have to go. Please get better.

melted.

2006-09-17T19:19:00.000+08:00

Sundays are not my good days. Sometimes I wish I had a smidget of privacy and the power to alter tiny details. But I don't. So. I won't say life sucks, but I will say that there are some things I wish I could change.

I live in a box that is constantly being opened at the most inopportune of moments. Someone, give me duct tape. Please.

fuzzie

2006-09-15T20:49:00.000+08:00

Flannel pajamas are very comfortable. Pat is playing the piano, and Abigail scrubs herself. Socku is outside running around and chasing insects/cats/anything that moves. Crickets are alarming in the front garden and the back garden. The fan is rotating. The router is blinking.

ACET tomorrow!~ Oh no. We will all do our best, and land where we will. It is, of course, according to the Master Plan. Go Pisay people! ^_^

Friday today. We watched "A Few Good Men" for CAT. It was a good movie. The ending was not completely happy, and I suppose that's what saved it from the dark abyss of cliched-ness. Speaking of cliches, you can't handle the truth. :P (Cy's laughter rang out a bit too much, lol.) Tom Cruise is fun lawyer! And the lady's hair is very sad. (she looked like a very young grandma.)

After the movie, I went out to the front lob with le 'friends' (RIKKA! haha) And then they left me, one by one. So, I went and found the Mg people. (justinwarnerkimmy) and two charm people (jamiegelo) and Justin pole danced. And they told me to pole dance. But I would not pole dance. So Gelo did! And we jumped on the goal post, and I lay down on the field and stared sideways at the sky. It was very pretty. From the side. (It's scary looking straight up) Kimmy didn't bring a camera. And my camera's missing. So we sat and lay down, until it began raining. It rained and we went to the front (I ran. Idiot.) and went to the caf. Where we saw people and people, and him. Jean came and we talked for a bit, and then she had to go. So I walked to the front and sat at the flagpole and saw one very small star. It was almost covered by a giant grey cloud, but it was there.

Tim is the new Dr. Seuss. =)

Hide and Seek (again.)

2006-09-14T18:57:00.001+08:00

Chemistry LT today. I drank the super energy drink and the sky became bluer. Lemon Tea.

Today is Thursday, and Thursdays are relatively wonderful.

I want a camera.

I want to take a picture of the sky.

I want to pass chem.

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I -might- know where my stalker hides. Shall check. Soon, maybe. He stole my giant red pen. And it broke. Whyy. Math killed me this afternoon. And life is wonderful. *off to dinner*

Hide and Seek

2006-09-13T23:15:00.000+08:00

Replay. A million times.

Lemon Tea made my cough go away this morning. I was late for school, but didn't malfunction as much. Note to self: drink lemon tea again tomorrow. For the Chem LT. And try to be early. ^_^

...sometimes...I get this uneasy feeling that someone is watching me. And I just don't know *where* he is.

Goodnight and Go.

...thing.

2006-09-10T20:52:00.000+08:00

You Are Root Beer

Ultra sweet and innocent, you have a subtle complexity behind your sugary front.

Children love you, but so do high end snobs... when you're brewed right.

Your best soda compatibility match: Dr. Pepper

Stay away from: Diet Coke

What Kind of Soda Are You?

Rings, Pastries, and the Future.

2006-09-10T19:38:00.000+08:00

It is Sunday, and the evening breeze sways the curtains gently.

Another week ahead looms, and this weekend stands different from most. For one, it is happier and more free. Also, I found something beautiful. Rain fell in torrents and we all fell asleep, as floods drove people into waiting. I got home at midnight, and collapsed. Sweet, sweet sleep. Dreams took over, and I cannot remember.

Listless ticking falls into a corner.

...and it shall begin growing at its own pace.

And all the stars are out tonight

Imagination leaps far. Sometimes it is a good thing, and sometimes it isn't. Imagination spawns dreams and nightmares alike. It morphs into what could have been. And it is what might be.

the only decent post for the next few months, maybe. [isthisdecentthough?]

On to something

2006-09-09T15:48:00.000+08:00

The closet door just fell off. What the hell.

Slit a smiley face :)

2006-09-08T18:26:00.000+08:00

Wow, today was vaguely disappointing. Everything is put into balance at the end. Happy in the morning, unpleasantly strange after lunch. Happy in the afternoon, and puzzled and annoyed during early evening. The last Humanities week ends with a subtle flop. I admit, it wasn't as do-nothing as those in the previous years, but it was fun. Well, the ACLES were, at any rate. (cept for the career talk. SNORE.) And the world was EMO. So, here's the week in review:

monday - PRACTICE! Muon at the audi and Cyrus sleeping onstage. Then came the SACK RACE (I'm sorry jerome) in which we got second place. Go Yellow!~ I think we won tug of peace too. :D Or maria goes to pisay. Or something.

tuesday - more PRACTICE! This time at Rikka's penthouse. Till midnight. 0_0

wednesday - DANCEDANCEdance. Go Muon! We didn't win, but at least we worked hard for it and did our best. Hooray for yellow sparklepaint and tie-dyed pajamas. :D And watermelons!

thursday - A couple of ACLES, and then the fashion show. Art Club, and we scavenged pieces of greenery from all over pisay, arranging them into some sort of arch at the front lob. Pito and Shayne were FUNNN emcees. (mango juice! lol) Robert cheered. ;) And I took pictures and Kuya Ed kept poking me. -_-

friday - TODAY! Attended two talks (eagle=mammal with feathers.) and then ate lunch and then died. Ended up having to promise tim some cookies. *SIGH*

and so it ends. :D

Time to get songs to please the listeners. Haha.

Empty Apartments

2006-09-03T20:55:00.000+08:00

We'll all get tired of dancing, eventually. Some a little sooner than others. Guess it can't be helped. *sigh* Hannah is very elastic.

....pinoy practice at Ria's. And ... i'm not in the mood to write about anything. It's all your fault. >_> (you know who you are, lol.)

m i n d b l a n k

2006-09-01T19:13:00.000+08:00

I wish I had someone more stable to ride on. (Whose shoulders aren't bony.)

I passed physics! And econ! Yay! HAPPINESS. Now all that's left for my parents to grieve over tomorrow is my math grade. I prolly need a tutor again, so...that's...kind of depressing. But the scales have not tipped yet. I shall try my best as the rest of second quarter looms ahead. Here we gooo! ^_^

Tomorrow is Family Day and Egg's party. Needless to say, tomorrow promises to be fun. Or at least, a little fun. My legs still hurt a little, but everything else rockxs. Cy brought the CIA comics today, and Ria and I read them during comsci. LOL. Nico is demented, and Cy's drawings suck. :D I miss Dia. I miss all my sections to some extent, but right now, I miss Dia, even if we weren't fused together that tightly.

Filipino practice was uber-fun. And a little scary when I almost fell off of Cyrus' back. Hooray for Jan Mikes. I like riding on him more than Cyrus. At least he's a bit more stable and a lot less bony. And Jovi is the stable-est of all. (The best baka ever. :D) Three is the magic number. ^_^ But we'll see.

Jessica danced at the front lob at 6:15. Hahahahaha. So funny and cute to look at, she is.

I'm a bit excited for tomorrow. ^_^ I hope we win.

life=lovelylovely

It huuurts..

2006-08-30T19:33:00.000+08:00

Ow. Ow. Owww. It hurts to sit. And stand. And I nearly flew off the stage twice. Filipino practice hurts the feet. I suck at basketball, and I don't care. Hahahahaha. Chem longtest was ok, even if I did cram everything in last night right after viscomm and bio and...stuff. As of now, life is fine and normal and slightly boring. And I find myself getting mad at people for no particular rea---oh wait, there is a reason. HANNAH IS FED UP WITH CAMERAS. >_< Try again after humanities week, please. Or risk getting blown up. Kidding. No, readers, it isn't that time of the month yet. My stomach just hurts and the weather is too hot and I can't sit down without wincing from PAAAAIN.
Yesterday, I sent out a food poll through text, to the usual people plus Muon. The dishes in question were Cyrus and Lumpia. Needless to say, Lumpia won by one vote. :D The next, according to Cyrus, is Hannah or Cheesecake? Hahahaha. The best answers were from Erika and Garrick. ;)

erika : cyrus? food b un? haha. lumpia nlng di nman ako mbubusog ke dickson. xp.

garrick : If you mean food as in killing and gutting, Cyrus gets my vote. :p But for actual consumption, lumpia.

hannah: xD

Cyrus: (upon receiving the news of his loss) Ang daya naman!

froufroufroufrou. >_>

2006-08-29T20:53:00.000+08:00

I LOVE THIS SONG. LAPPIE'S BEEN PLAYING THIS FOR HOURS. AND SO HAS THE CD PLAYER. <3

It's Good to Be in Love

I don't know where to start
Say I'm tired or throw a party
These cucumber eyes are lying the more that I smile
about it.
And all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw aways
I don't like it.

It's good to be in love.
It really does suit you
Just like everything.
I'm happy you're in love,
'Cause every colour goes where you do.

I'm adoring you.
It's all good.
You're so beautiful.
I'm black and blue all over.
You're breaking my flow, how could you know what I'm saying
about it
When all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw aways.
I don't like it

It's good to be in love.
It really does suit you
Just like everything.
I'm happy you're in love,
'Cause every colour goes where you do.

I feel so powerless
I've got to stop it somehow
oh come on, what can I do?

Why's it happening?
How's it happening (without me?)
Why's it happening?
How's it happening that he feels (without me?)

It's good to be in love.
It really does suit you
Just like everything.
I'm happy you're in love,
'Cause every colour goes where you do.
'Cause every colour goes where you do . . . . (goes where you do)
Happy you're in love x3 (ooooh) Happy you're in love

Submitting viscomm late. Must study for chem despite me knowing nothing. Must cram Bio problem set. Life is fun and depressing. Luksong baka makes your legs hurt.

Part Three.

2006-08-26T18:29:00.000+08:00

0_0 Who knew the Lemon Squares would last till senior year? Not me. 0_0

Luckily, the kitchen didn't explode. Hooray for mixers and powdered sugar! And little sisters, to some extent. (She wouldn't leave me alone till I let her play with the dough.)

Anyway, this is what happens when people finish Anansi Boys in two days. 0_0 You *will* cook me something. Eventually. :D

Today is laaah!

2006-08-24T18:19:00.000+08:00

Here is something I haven't done before. A full description post! Fed-up blog readers, cringe! ^_^

Ok, first, I woke up. The alarm clock rang at six, and I rolled over to turn it off. Then, the cellphone rang at 630. I ignored it. Until it rang three more times. So, I was up. Breakfast was corned beef and orange juice and rice and milk and egg.? And Uncle Dado and Auntie Mila ate as well. Mom was still asleep, and Dad took me to school. Earlier than usual. xD Yay for the car!

I arrived at school and went through the customary bagcheck and headed for the bio room, where people were doing physics homework. Which was mostly non-do-able. So we had Bio. Then Chem. And then we had Econ, in which Sir Vlad jumped on top of Mari's desk! Yay! And then Physics, which I choose not to remember. :D Viscomm time! I drew grapeshoes and vinestraps and passed it. Break! We had to sit at the frontfront benches because the children crowded up the tables. Oh well. After the customary picture care of Timothy (lunch today was tuna sandwich with tomato and lettuce and cheese.) we did NOTHING! Actually, we talked about how Harry Potter sucked, and how the writer of My Immortal was either a college student working on a psychology thesis or a sad person with the IQ of a cucumber.

Filipino! We had this game thing about Lam-ang. And Himbalik lost. Aww! And then after that we had some announcements and the Filipino practice! Yay! Llyza flew and Liean flew and Ziella flew and James sat on Jan Mikes' back and laughed crazily. And Ate Dane is the greatest. :D (and Chris is fat.) I was bored after that so I went down and dropped off my bag. And then I went to the library! And I drew some random people while sitting with Chris and Paola and Mari and Kristine and Karizz and stuff. I created a drawing of Mari, in color! And then I left the lib because it grew boring. I went to the back landing again and Jan Mikes said people were looking for me. So I went and tried to look for them. And I found Tim! By himself. At the front. Doing something. So we walkedwalkedwalked (x2 speed) and found no one. Not even Jess, so then my mom texted me that the van broke somewhere, so I had to hitch a ride. Tim! So now I owe him brownies by Monday. Foodfood. Actually, I might owe more than one person food on Monday! Oh no! But I have cooking skillz, no matter how burnt the food may appear! Mwahahaha!

I am not hyper. Seriously.

Suffocation and Distance

2006-08-23T18:26:00.000+08:00

A candle inside
a room
too
small

Do you ever get the feeling that sometimes you limit yourself too much to one thing that all other things fade away even when you don't want them to? We don't want others to hurt twice. I don't want anyone to hurt twice, but what if by trying to prevent the second hurting, you yourself are shackled to the walls? Friends understand, yes. But the thing is that sometimes they think they're the problem. SPACE. That's all I need. Room to breathe. Room to de-smother myself and breathe.

A star

w
a
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t
i
n
g

to fall.

(intothegroundandcreateahugecratersixhundredtimesthesizeofpisay.)

I am tired. Hugely tired. Baked in the cavernous oven that is the audi, half black, half white faces glinted in the lights, throats heaving, postures stiff. Cloth rushing, pins clicking and black on flesh, running. Physics brought me down, and my seatmates encountered the cranky, vague just-woken-up me. This continued through Filipino, and after class. And then, upon getting home, I took off my socks and dropped them into the (thankfully empty) trash can. 0_0 Strangeday. I am not my usual self.

casio

chris is llyza
paola is a llama
they live in the bahamas
eating fried bananas
princess diana
wore a red bandanna
she was killed by her ohana
"the end" said hannah.

zeus is gift wrapped.

2006-08-22T18:51:00.000+08:00

How can one person singlehandedly create a fluctuation in the so far steady wavelength of emotions? A sudden gust of wind on a hot day. A huge downpour of rain on a calm evening. A pink splatter on a canvas of white. This is very wrong. 0_0

Reader's Theatre tomorrow. Must run to National Bookstore. Quickly.

forgetfulness

2006-08-17T21:42:00.000+08:00

postmodern

There are two drills boring holes into my head. -_- Today was. All right. I was introduced to the world of Kit, Louie and Jessica. And I went home at 7. And I arrived at 7:40. Late. Late. Late. Socks ran away when I opened the gate. And time went too fast. And traffic went too slow. As you may have noticed, Duo's at the top. Then, a pic taken from tim's cellphone (Cy's finger is the man. My finger is the woman. ) and then, a picture of a picture of a drawing of what I see.

Blue and Yellow and Pink and Green and Orange and Purple and Blue.

2006-08-16T21:03:00.000+08:00

Basketball makes me dizzy. 0_0 CAT marching is disorienting. And the electroscope hates me. Today was a day horrible and nice. Nice in the morning, horrible in the middle, and nice at the end. :) Tim bought me a lollipop and I hate him. Cy thinks I look like Bjork with messed up hair. My walkman ran out of batteries so now I can't play Frou Frou. I have to make a fair poster. Freaky Fairday.!

He was crossing the field. He had a blue bag. And a black bag. And a yellow shirt. And the field was muddy. The mud went squelch on my rubbershoes. Goodbye semi-cleanliness. Um. Front lob, and then his mom was there and then I said Hi and grabbed the electroscope and left. Mother was at the caf parked next to a lot of cars. One car was brownish-peach. One car was dark green. I went home and tried to sleep. Oh no. Fair poster. Ate dinner. I dislike ampalaya. A lot.

(there's your post. happy? :P)

Use a spork to do it.

2006-08-14T18:24:00.000+08:00

I dislike being sensitive. You make too much out of some things. You overreact. Your imagination leaps beyond what is realistic. And sometimes what goes on in your head has the tendency to hurt you. I'm not usually in a complaining mood. It's just that today it rained, and I didn't feel all that happy. (I could be lying. But you, dear reader, wouldn't know.) I feel like hiring an assassin to kill someone. This is the second time now.

cupid + psyche

2006-08-10T21:23:00.000+08:00

The piano is playing in the background. How sweet it is to be loved by you...

An old man sits by his fireplace. It is cold outside. A little boy is pushing a red wooden cart that sells brass bells. The bricks pile up against the sky. In the middle of winter and spring. Two swallows perch on someone's chimney, and the Taho man begins his daily routine at 5 am, lifting the buckets and yelling into the quiet morning. Inside the 7th apartment from the old man's home, someone clicks away at a rusted typewriter. Clack clack. Clack. Her name is -. She lives -. She loves -. She dies. The end. The writer sighs and stops. The door opens, and the Taho man is waiting. Warm syrup and cold tofu. It is good for the soul.

perio week. Sleepover at Rikka's tomorrow. Reader's theatre. o2jam is dizzying without music. and with music. I felt dead upon getting home. Collapsed on the bed and slept like a rock. A vibrating pillow woke me. and thus I begin to study once more. Maybe. Motivation is...slow. My sense of responsibility is on vacation in Palawan. It is drinking strawberry shake and watching the dolphins.

103

2006-08-07T17:25:00.000+08:00

This is the 103rd post. T_T not very dramatic, I know. I have...40 more minutes and YM doesn't work. AGH. *vent frustration* Joviiiiiiiiiiiii...the world conspires to kill our physics labrep.

post-upcat.

2006-08-06T19:34:00.000+08:00

Well, here goes. I got in an hour early and had to endure the long wait while the people in my group stared at each other the way complete strangers put into awkward positions do. After thirty minutes of staring, I talked to the guy next to me. Who was taking up ECE. Or business ad. He was from Rizal. Umm..yeah. He was talkative. 0_0

Exam time. Aircon. I downed a box of hello panda in between science and math (I think) and that was it. By the time the clock struck 5:07, hunger had burned a hole in my stomach. And I was too distracted to notice. A few minutes of walking in the rain ( mom was at school of stat ), and I ate half a box of brownies, and a pack of skyflakes. Hyperacidity came before fever, but I'm okay now. Yaaay.

Chel says I'll pass. ^_^ But that's up to the Master Plan.

UPCAT!

2006-08-05T19:57:00.000+08:00

Tomorrow, I shall wake up and eat and be happy. Then I shall pray pray and pray, and go to UP, to Malcolm hall, and take the exam. And hopefully, pass. ^_^ I know everyone else will. :D God Bless to all! ^_^

la. la. la.

2006-08-03T15:52:00.000+08:00

Nooooooooo. UPCATUPCATUPCAT. Noooooo.

Early dismissal! Hurrah! We did nothing from 11:40 to 2:30 except walk around, eat, drink, and hang out at the library. The Muon fanfic is in progress. Oh no. James is the evil water demon. Chris is the king, Llyza is the queen, Jovi is the (evilbackstabbing) prophet, Jan Mikes is the prince accompanied by his 'loyal followers' Ervin, Junnius, Audrik and Jira. (spot the odd one out. xD) The Vloodfather! Dundun! Rikka is the queen of happyland, and Liean is the princess. Jerome is the tribal chief person. And Ria is evil minion # 1! Yay. Such is the desperate madness of Hannah and Ziella and James.

...ohcrap. I left the batch shirt design at home. Mich shall kill. OH wait. She can't kill if she doesn't know. 0_0

The bunnies are adorable. And hypnotizing. 0_0 Buuunnnnieees. It'd be nice to replace them with bobbing green alligator hatchlings. Maybe the offspring of the first alligator that I had in the other skin. Funnn. Green. Alligators. I was really disappointed with my viscomm plate today. Agh. The ink blended! And ruined the whole image! Too simple! Nooo. A green turtle and an orange fish against an ocean. A cute concept screwed up. -_-

Passed~ Upcat~ simulation. Hahaa. Yay.

/somethingrathersenseless.

In the space between heartbeats

2006-08-01T18:27:00.000+08:00

Limbo. The realm between anticipation and acceptance, rejection and depression, dreams and sleep. It's when your toes are cold from the rain, and the clatter of the car engine sounds behind you. Distractions come later, piled upon the desk like yesterday's dust. The crickets sing, and the sky is deep indigo.

The future lies ahead, and even you are not certain of it. You think you have a chance, but it all depends on the Master plan. And that is what you are afraid of. What is the Master plan? Seek and ye shall find.

Darkness and light do not mix. Darkness and light do not mix. Darkness and light do not mix.

But darkness can turn to light. If it wants to.

Little Red Eyes

2006-07-29T06:31:00.000+08:00

Movie review: Lady in the Water
Director: M. Night Shyamalan

The plot was spun out of a made-up bedtime story that the director told his kids. It revolves around a lonely man named Mr. Heep, the groundskeeper of a set of apartments, as well the Narf named Story, who comes out of the pool one day to search for "her human".

Pros.
The story concept was good, and the characters, although a myriad of them, are fun. Lovely acting from Giamatti and the others, and I liked the way ordinary things were turned into something scary or magic. (The pool. The washing machine. The..grass.) And the scrunts were scary. 0_0 Also, while the story revolves around identity, there is another side message about arrogance. It kills. :D

Cons.
There were too few 'scary' moments. Albeit not a horror film, it would have been good to balance out the movie's mellowness with more jolting, jump-out-of-your-seat things. But not too many, please. The twist at the end...was very surprising, and very puzzling. I wish we were given an explanation.

Overall.
I like mushrooms. But there are just times when all pizza hut pizzas taste the same. :D

Essay

2006-07-24T14:19:00.000+08:00

The air was cold and the sky white-grey. Faint puffs of breath diffused into the atmosphere, and under several layers of clothing, I shivered. Summer. Away from the barbecuing heat of Manila, the cool weather of China was an ominous force to be reckoned with. If you weren’t careful, your fingers could freeze off.

A taxi door slammed, and my parents and I stepped out onto the asphalt roads. The driver rolled down his window and pointed at something. He uttered a few unintelligible words in his version of English, and my dad nodded and handed him a couple of bills in return. A screech of tires later, the little red car was gone.

I turned around and let my gaze wander over the landscape. The Great Wall. This was where the wind was a shrieking chill down your spine; where stone snaked over earth in an almost endless path, stretching across the country from the capital to the Gobi desert. Before us lay the realm of Outer Mongolia, and behind us, a streetful of noisy, scary hawkers, beckoning to the ‘rich tourists’ to come and splurge some dough on products made in China. Slowly, we began our ascent.

The Great Wall is insanely famous, so I wasn’t surprised to see the path packed with people up to the second watchtower. The first few steps were easy; my parents and I strolled along comfortably enough, pausing occasionally to admire the view and take pictures with a Llama. The path was, at the very beginning, extremely friendly to the feet. Unfortunately, its nature in the long run is an entirely different story.

We were halfway to the first watchtower when the wall began to curve. Built over mountainous territory, it went up and down, up and down. The path steepened, and my legs were beginning their slow, painful journey into jellyworld. It didn’t help that the wind got fiercer as we trudged farther on, biting at my fingers and cheeks.

The goal was to reach the second watchtower, and we were only halfway to the first. The stone path slanted upwards, and I groaned mentally. Second watchtower, second watchtower. My hands were going numb, and I stuffed them further into my jacket-pockets; a futile attempt at warmth. Half an hour of trekking passed, and I kept going. So did my parents. Up, down, up down went the wall, and our beaten feet obliged, stopping for only a few moments of rest before continuing the long journey.

Past the first watchtower, my knees and feet were screaming. ‘Must…keep…going,’ I thought to myself, panting. ‘I’ll get there eventually.’

And when we did get there, the view was breathtaking. Flowered fields stretched out before us; the wildlands, dotted with violet and green under the grey-white sky. It was beautiful, and totally worth the tiredness, the numb fingers, and the jello legs. I smiled to myself right then, rubbing my flushed cheeks with cold fingers. Climbing the wall had been an endurance test; to see how determined we really were. I could have stopped in the middle of the path and have gone back, only to miss the breathtaking view that lay a few steps away.

When it comes to life, shortcuts won’t get you too far, but patience, quiet perseverance and rigid determination will. If you know what you want, then by all means, work towards it. Don’t stop. Don’t let any obstacle daunt you or put you down, because if you do, all the strength and effort you’d have poured into your journey will be for naught.

note: crammed because I was impatient and didn't want to miss FMA. :D

It's in the Rain - Enya

2006-07-24T09:08:00.000+08:00

Trixy's coming over for Christmas. Woo. :D Let the invasion begin.

Today I woke up and, in the fuzziness of last night's dreams, wished that I didn't have a heart to feel anything with. Life would be less sad. And a lot less wonderful. *cough*

Le cousin IMed me this morning. She's coming! For Christmas! Dundun! Few have encountered the Trixy (coughcoughcycoughcough) and in truth, she's pretty fun, albeit different from the personalities we're used to. Grandma is watching the Da Vinci Code in the living room, and Tito Victor eats breakfast. I slept on the floor last night...pretty late, too. 0_0 My arm hurts! The badminton pains are settling in once more. I feel like the weather. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain, rain...

Water trickling down, many drops. Gliding through the cool air, clear as crystal, grey as sky, hitting the ground and breaking.

Mendelian genetics, High School Musical and the Twelve Olympians will comfort me. :D

Dawnwitch

2006-07-21T21:02:00.000+08:00

Rifna is the Ladywitch of the Dawn, residing in two different realms at once. She is a strange, middle-aged lady with an unkempt garden running a boarding house in middle-class Aspile. And in Erssaun she is the goddess of the light, of the morning, married to quiet man living on a garden-island in the middle of the ocean. Rifna has two forms that look alike. Blonde hair and a blue dress, with deep grey eyes and a wistful smile.

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CAT again today. Bravo-2 is the new platoon, and the rain fell lightly after we dispersed. Ateneo and La Salle seminars were held, and thus, I missed lunch, and had to eat in math class. Sir Sherwin is so nice. :D

"You smell funny." - Jack Sparrow

2006-07-13T18:29:00.000+08:00

Today is Thurday and not Saturday. Somehow, I keep on forgetting that. ;) We went out today to catch a movie, "we" being Tim, Cy, Jessica and me. The usual suspects. Pirates of the Carribean II : Dead Man's Chest was our poison of choice, and once more, the band of heroic pirates and non-pirates geared it up for another two hours of Disneylicious entertainment. 0_o Er. Jack is sooooo gay. Rofl.

There were a lot of fun moments, but if I elaborate too much, there will be spoilers. The end was disappointing though; it was totally obvious that it was sitting on another sequel which is going to hit cinemas next year, according to the nearly infallible Timothy. There was plenty of seafood in the film, including an octopus-man named Davy Jones ( remember spongebob?) and the rest of the Flying Dutchman's crew.

After the movie, we ate donuts. And played shooting games and music games and karaoke. And then we walked around, found Ma'am Cardenas at Cybermall, and dissipated. Hooray. The day concludes pleasantly, with Don McLean's vocals ringing in the background. "Bye bye Miss American pie..."

Quotes of the Day:

"Can I eat your breadstick?" - Cy

"You smell funny." - Jack Sparrow

#2

2006-07-10T19:04:00.000+08:00

#2

The sky is brightening, but it is still dawn, so there is not much heat to absorb. The tall towers lining the coast waver gently, bristling with solar power. Inside the tallest tower, a man paces, stopping periodically to pick up a pair of binoculars and stare out the great stone windows, peering into the depths of the world. It is quiet, because everyone is asleep. The sun was still in mid-rise.

“Aspile,” muttered the man, and his winged wizard’s cap rustled, as if cringing at the word. The city—the blotch that marred the wildlands—disgusted the Coast Wizards, and it was Demas’ task to monitor their movement. He put down the binoculars, face grim. A log book lies open before him, and Demas picks up an ink pen, jotting.

“And so the humans come to know of the wildflower, and conspire to uproot it.”

The sun will be up soon, and the other wizards will awaken and head down to the shore to replenish themselves. Demas let out a sigh, and put down the pen. This was not very good.

#1

2006-07-09T09:55:00.000+08:00

It is on this mad morning that I choose to begin...

Somewhere in between a fold in reality lies a place, shaped like a circle. It is a city called Aspile. From the beady black eyes of the sea-birds, it is a massive grey plate sprawled out over the terrain, with a tiny green square located somewhere in the middle. That square is a garden called Rhombus. But alas, the sea-birds were shot by the humans living there, and so they cannot tell more.

Introductions are the hardest.

meow.

2006-07-07T21:14:00.000+08:00

CAT today. Hairnets and marching and "handa rap!"and fingernails to chop.
Squat. Thrust. Examine red palms. Repeat. xD Have been reading webcomics (directionsofdestiny), and have been drooling over the wonderful art. Hans Tseng is a veritable master. And so is Sarah Ellerton. Squeee!! Why are the internet people so extremely talented? *jealousy*

I ate spaghetti for lunch today. And NO, I will NOT be the Lagablab cover girl. (*_*) Weirdness. I shall now commence living in fear of cameras. Creative writing is going to be shut down (again! oh no!), so please join before Sir Flores cries. Please. ON a side note, we had the first Inkwell meeting today. Hooray. Most of the members were from the lovely section of Dia. :D Haha. Dia=talent. Writing talent. xD

STR is finished....and Uncle Mac is going mad. Thank goodness he came home from Cebu. Wonder if he's going to return those two minivans and stop trying to flee from home.

Cover

2006-07-01T17:16:00.000+08:00

Since I'm so exited, :) here's the unfinished cover of Dream Country. I will keep this title, even if Neil Gaiman took it for himself without me knowing. >:( It's still MINE. MINEMINEMINE.

Think it's pretty? :D photoshopped.