so what really gives?

i just got back to manila from palauig. again. yeah. we went yesterday afternoon to attend a fiesta which served as my cousin who's graduating's party. here's the thing, it's been quite a while since this issue of her being the sure-thing valedictorian (because well, she's from our family) and (okay okay because she's been top one since she started schooling) and someone taking the title and making her salutatorian. they said there had been so much cheating already in the grades and stuff. i wanted to write about it here but i decided two days ago not to and then redecided to finally do it today. maybe it's because it's still a big issue when we got there yesterday. i mean, she didn't attend recognition and she won't attend graduation on monday anymore. what kind of a great deal is that? that's a sad way to graduate.

anyway, here are the facts:
1. faye, (let's keep the name of the cheater that way) (she's now valedictorian. bummer) (fine! it's her real name. ha!) was not surprised at all when the top ten was announced. :o it means she already knows she's vale. loser!
2. her parents are both principals of the school. oooohh.
3. their report card hasn't been ever released for the past gradings.
4. when my cousin's parents came in to complain and recompute stuff, the adviser could not be contacted.
5. my cousin says when they've got quizzes, the teacher never notices that faye corrects her paper although some of the items are wrong. devil.
6. and when faye complains of a miscalculation in her exams, the teachers would sat, "sino nag-check dito? and then points out my cousin immediately after the question. holy.
7. and when they rechecked papers, my cousin gets higher grades!
(but they weren't able find all the papers so, technically, they can't really recompute everything.)
8. faye also gets better reviewers because well, her parents are teachers.

that's about all i can remember about the whole commotion on that last holy week. i feel bad for my cousin cause i know she's really smart and she can nail that top one spot. there are just some people who buy their way to glory and achievement even though it really doesn't count as anything remarkable at all. bunch o' losers. anyway, last holyweek, we were actually plotting a murder plan for faye. but ye know we were just goofing around. or were we?

passion o' the christ

yeah, we watched it again during the holy week and it does really weigh you down. your emotions i mean. we have been watching it every holy week since it was released because my auntie insisted it. and sometimes christmas celebrations we watch it too, cause my dad would tease my auntie about letting us watch it every chance she gets. haha. *kidding.

this year, we have successfully finished the whole movie because the past few years we were often interrupted while watching the it. i think it's a good movie. no one will really ever know whether it is overrated or less brutal that what really happened, one of my uncle says it's too much but really no one can tell. but generally, the shots, the portrayal, the effects, the blood are realistic and really good. i never actually was able to give reviews on anything but here goes for one movie that's supposed to put a twist to lenten season. good, mel gibson and jim caviezel. i think now people will think jebus is hot. *kidding.

one reason why we did finish the movie this year is because we didn't see the 'penitensiya' it's the yearly 'show' so to say where people volunteer to hit themselves bleeding and walk the streets with black cloth on their faces and leaves as pants. my english-spoken cousin says they are 'teenage mutant ninja turtles'. cute. i have no idea where he got that but it might be a clever enough idea to consider.

back to the movie, passion of the christ is good. it's good. really. good. that's enough.

holy week 2008

whew. after 9,634 days and 2 minutes, i'm back with my usual 'bloggorhea' free writing. thank god. i just got back in manila from zambales for the holy week. end. holy weekend. cause it's literally just barely two days, for the love of god. anyhuway, that was 4 days ago but i'm writing it here just the same.

i had fun really considering jebus just died. no i really am always happy when i'm in palauig. it feels homey and fresh all the time. my parents brought with them two doggies. one labrador retriever who never really retrieves anything. he's kobe. and the other white non-bred puppy named cynkle. (named such because he is 'singkol' in ilocano which means that his front legs are deformed. not really. just crooked but he's not crippled. he was born like that according to my brother) we took them to the beach. yey. and they were stubborn lil puppies. they don't like water. we had to pin them down so they'd stay for a bathing. oh and we did some piko thing too. ye know, the whole draw the lines, pick your stone and take a turn kiddy games.

leki, xinn, noriesse

puppies, leki and tobypiko!

and of course within that whole holy week are the painful processions of the saints, we kept 'mary magdalene' and the resurrected jebus. yeah, we decorate those 'carosas' every year. anyway, wednesday's are around 2 hours of walking around town, friday's we do 3 hours and then thirty minutes for 'salubong' early easter sunday followed by the alleluya singing the angels do (which sucks greater and greater every year. i hate it! it used to be so good. well that was during my time. ehem. and the songs used to be in latin. ha! what do ya say to that! ) the last show is the traditional 'come to yap's place we gots lotsa food' uh huh. we do that every year, serving breakfast after the mass. but the people have been lessening over the years as i have noticed ever since lolo died. it's sad but it's not permanent i hope. :)

xinn fixing mary magdalene's belo

walk it off, fatties!

ang trahedya ng tsokolate at sorbetes

nakita ko itong akdang ito sa http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1301906/1/Ang_Trahedya_ng_Tsokolate_at_Sorbetes na sinulat ng isang broken shade noong mayo 12, 2003 sa nasabing website. ito yung isa sa mga tulang pinapangarap kong isulat. hay.

“Ang Trahedya ng Tsokolate at Sorbetes”

Noong mga bata pa tayo
At napakasimple ng mundo
Kung papapiliin tayo
Tsokolate ba o sorbetes
Buong ngiti nating sasabihin
Ang gustong makapiling
Ng mga naghihintay
Na kamay at labi
Ngunit hindi pala ganoon
Kadali ang pagpili at mas
Nagiging komplikado ang
Lahat ng bagay at ang tanong
Na mayroong nakahandang sagot
Nakakalimutan na
Ipit sa ‘ting gunita
Ang lahat ng luha
Dahil minsan gusto natin ng
Tsokolate at minsan naman
Sorbetes, tsokolateng may
Sorbetes, o sorbetes na may
Tsokolate, o tsokolate na
Parang sorbetes, minsan
Sorbetes na may lasang
Tsokolate ‘di ba?
At nakakalimutan natin
Na magkaiba ang sorbetes
At ang tsokolate, ngunit
Pareho lang naman talaga
At sa pagkalitong ito natin
Nakakalimutan na
Mamili, o siguro
Kinakalimutan
Habang dinidilaan natin
Ang tamis na namumuo sa
Ating mga daliri at
Masaya sa nakababaliw
Na sarap na ating nalalasap
Iniisip natin na
Hindi na kailangang mamili
At tama na ito
Ngunit darating ang panahon
Na kinakailangan natin
Na mamili at dapat may
Nakahanda na tayong sagot
Dahil natutunaw, nalulusaw
Ang tsokolate at ang
Sorbetes, kailangan
At dapat mamili
Sinabi mo na malamig man
Ang sorbetes, mananatili
Pa rin ang init na iyong
Nararamdaman kahit ubos
Na ito, at kahit matamis man
Ang tsokolate, gutom
Mananatili hanggang
Magsawa’t ayaw na
Tinanong mo ako kung ano ang
Pipiliin ko sa huli, kapag
Sorbetes ang pinili titigil
Ang araw, luluha ang buwan at
Magsasayawan ang mga tala
Kung tsokolate naman, kakain
Ako dahil ayaw ko na nito
Bibilis ang pag-ikot ng mundo
At tatawa ako ng malakas
Dahil sa kasinungalingan ng
Aking masayang ngiti’t pagtawa
At nang mga sandaling iyon
Namili ako at sinabi:
“Ayaw ko na ng sorbetes,
Ayaw ko na ng tsokolate,
Iinom na lang ako ng tubig.”
Katahimikan. Ngiti.
Tamis. Tamis at pait.
Tama, tubig na lang.

tsk tsk

save me from my emotions

yep, it's def'nitely schoolwork.
finals week.
last week.
hell week.

the little prince: whew

i finally got the motivation to finish this 83-page novel that i started reading some 2,987,435,875 ages ago. this motivation is nothing more or less than what makes me dizzy all the time--- academics. yeah, i needed it fer a project. i was to make a 150-word synopsis and recommendation of the novel and four other short stories for a group project in lit13.

the little prince almost made my tears fall. okay, so i was a bit teary eyed but only because it's fascinating how it establishes this essence about friendship i couldn't explain. (maybe because it really doesn't exist in my real life) but really, the words, the lines, the story, they just hurt so good it feels bad to finish it like that--- parting ways. i really didn't have the heart to evaluate and close-read the story to academic extent as lit and en because i think i understand it perfectly well and i'd like to keep my view of it that way.

fast forward: so we submitted right? and then miss paterno was actually so amazed with our creative outputs it seemed impossible to get a bad grade but it was actually. possible. today, she told us she found plagiarized works with that project and i myself am shocked. i mean, that class is unbelievably good and faithful to schoolwork. i do not know who, i wouldn't know forever perhaps. teacher said she was gonna submit a list of people who she thinks plagiarized works and they'll have deliberations. she posted 2 options: 1. to run free the whole afternoon guilty or not or 2. come to her and either tell her directly that you did it or doubt yourself. of course, she made clear that once you come to her and doubt yourself, it's either you really did it or you're giving her reason to believe that you might have but not entirely plagiarized some parts.

this announcement got many of us cursing, pissing off, and mumbling behind her. i knew some people who did go. i didn't. i know i did my project on my own. i even read the book so i could really give a good insight. :) also, thanks to my "katamaran" to go search the net for reviews and shit, i am sure my work is 100% formulated by my brilliant mind. ha! i feel bad though for some who are really just victims of "good research" so to say. it's a good lesson. or maybe 2 lessons. 1. site sources. 2. use your own noodle. it's perfectly reliable.

panic! at the disco. peek here.

aright let's move to the next brandon. fine, brendon! panic! at the disco's brendon urie. i never saw it until now but he's really something. nine in the afternoon is their newly released music video from their newest album, "Pretty. Odd." they're just in their jammies but they really look cute and all funny.

i started liking this band more than a year ago and now they seem to really have hit the mainstream. their signature is having really long titles for their songs such as I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES, I CONSTANTLY THANK GOD FOR ESTEBAN etc which may not necessarily have anything to do with their songs but some do. i can never be sure.

here's another fact. fall out boy is their mentor band. oooohh. yeah, i guess that explains the long titles huh? also, that was why in fall out boy's THNKS FR TH MMRS, there was a line wherein the director monkey said "WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN PANIC! AT THE DISCO INSTEAD" haha. i guess they were just fooling around.

anyway, i really like these guys and their songs of course. yey. go panic!

incubus live at araneta

i didn't go.

*tumbleweed
*cricket sounds

what?
*monkeys screaming.
*cars honking.
*tires screeching.

i know i've been planning it since last month for goodness sake! but i just couldn't. i have a gazillion other things i had to finish. everytime i remember chino's offer of front row seats, i feel like screaming my lungs out.

someone told me he took off his shirt. whew, might as well put a freakin' "DORK" sign on my forehead right about now. i felt so guilty i watched all their videos on youtube. argh!

will i ever see brandon boyd take off his shirt in person? oh well, i hope there's still a next time.

aright, so here's my day today

it all started last night. haha. wow. well, my dad was here in manila, century park hotel. so i and yz went there last night to have a sleepover. here are the dtuff i brought:
1 pair swimsuit
1 pair jammies
1 pair clothes for tomorrow
1 pencil case
3 pieces blue paper (for lit draft)
2 lit books
1 en book
1 math notebook
powder, deo, toothbrush, comb etc.
the plan was, we sleep there and then i go to school first thing in the morning. last night, my phone died and i forgot to bring my charger (but that doesn't have to do with anything. just a little detail i wanted to add) i even had to learn how to set the alarm on the bedside clock because i had no alarm clock/phone and i set it to 5am. i did wake up, to shut it off and then i slept, woke up again 6am and then i took a bath. when i got all dressed, my dad woke up and invited us for free breakfast. and i caaaannooott believe i gave in, darn it and my class was hours away. but that breakfast was really goood and i decided to cut all my subjects for the day except! INTACT coz ya know, we have a party coming up. lol.

anyhuway, the pool was inviting! i can't resist! yeah, i know! but there, we swam the 10-foot pool, lapped the lap pool (whut?) and stayed at the jacuzzi and it was awesome. not that i haven't done it before, i just hadn't done it in a while. but still i feel so guilty because i cut two classes! eerrrr! moving on. we went home and i was really in a hurry because intact was nearing. so i charged my phone and took off.

next up, parteh! i brought my camera and i was supposed to take a lot of pictures but laze got into me foyst. boo hoo. so i just came, ate, talked a little, won an award i didn't expect, brought home a stinkin' cd.. wewewait, come again? the second to the last part. won a what? an award i didn't expect, a "RAKISTA" award! i am not only dismayed by how it is termed, i am shocked by it as hell.

1. the term is lame and stupid and i despise it solely! it's like a term picked up from the road, said by a bunch o' kids on the dirt street and a couple of posers. eeekk, it's disgusting. gross. i don't mean to be mean, i just am, and because it's a pathetic label, i don't submit to it, why couldn't it have been "ROCKSTAR" award or "MUSIKERO" award. there are better ways to term it! it bothers me! of course i don't necessarily blame the person who thought of the award name--- that's how he or she thinks. i thank you, whoever you are really on a positive note because...

2. you thought of me that way and you knew i deserved the award but i still hate the name. although, it may just be a dream that i like to play with, being a rockstar is something i'd want on any time of the day, anywhere in what manner you term it. it really is, maybe, the thought that counts. :) thanks. i love the idea. i just hope someday, i'd reach it. *sniff sniff.

i also got nominated for a bunch o' other stuff but i really didn't mind them (that's coz i didn't win. bwahaha) i think one was "MOST LIKELY TO BECOME RICH ONE DAY" or "MOST GENEROUS", and another one, i can't remember. anyway, aside from that, i brought home a cd (courtesy of the nomination) with songs from miss pile about her rules that i should def'nitely remember. here are the tracks:

1. unwritten- natasha bedingfield
2. lose yourself- eminem
3. we will rock you and we are the champions- queen
4. the first cut is the deepest- sheryl crow
5. the warrior is a child- gary v.
6. hawak kamay- yeng constantino *suka
7. grown up christmas list- kelly clarkson
8. superman- five for fighting
9. big yellow taxi- counting crows
10. since you've been gone- kelly clarkson
11. where is the love?- bep
12. go the distance- michael bolton
13. i can't make you love me- suzie mcneal
14. galileo- indigo girls
15. god bless the broken road- rascal flatts
16. you'll be in my heart- usher

i guess i liked intact, i just didn't want to admit it to myself. i like what it wanted to happen but if i had it with people i actually know, it'd be better. i just feel desensitized everytime we have intact coz i really don't care about the block to much, i just like to be part of it and to say i have companions/acquaintances but not friends. that's different. i liked intact because i like the training and the activities, i just would have had more fun if it were people i knew that were part of it. i guess i still don't know my block yet, i still have some insecurities about some people and i know that my interests are not in line with theirs and vice versa that's why i can't live a comfortable life with these people. some are too fickle for me, too silent, too stupid, etc. in the end, it's hard to really be involved into something--- a group, a people etc., when all your paths just delineate.