Urgh...wouldn't you know? I've got the worst sore throat and a freakin' cold. And I got wet in the rain! It's rainy seasons here so we're all expecting thunderstorms and typhoons.

My pants are soaking wet from the rain right now...

Anyway, I am still so pissed off at that girl who named herself Picasso. We sketched vegetables today. I looked at "Picasso"'s work and the half of a squash she drew looked like a friggin' yellow vagina (pardon the disturbing simile) and still, her whole artwork looks like a CRAP. No abstract style in there.

Tonight, I'll probably wrap myself with the thickest blanket and drink tea. Hmmm....

In our art class, we did a still life drawing of an orange surrounded by bananas. Our art teacher showed us one of my batchmates work (FYI: total Biatch) which looked more like a grapefruit with a mardi gras costume. I mean, I'm trying so hard to appreciate it but it still looks like- crap. I absolutely have no idea what's so interesting about it.

Then, during lunchtime, my best friend and I went into the empty art room to look at the crappy artwork. (pardon me, but everyone says so) We found it and my best friend said it looked more like an apple with a yellow helmet. Then, we noticed that she titled it "Bananas of Picasso" (I can't say her name coz if she reads this, she'll throw me a b*tch fit) and we both bursted out laughing! I mean, Picasso would've slapped her if he was still alive! She brings shame to the abstract world! Then I commented "Picasso? She compares herself with Picasso? Picasso my a**!"

and wouldn't you know it?

We suddenly noticed our art teacher who had walked up to us. It turned out he was sleeping on the benches in the art room. Urgh..

Moral story: if you've got something bad to say, bite your goddamn tongue!

But still, it doesn't change my opinion about that terrible splotch she calls art.

One word that generally describes the situation in my classroom: Chaos. While I'm trying to grip the facts of Analytical Geometry on the blackboard, someone's spraying perfume every ten minutes, someone's laughing at the back, someone's talking like he'll die tomorrow, there's someone always challenging the teacher's points and conclusions, someone's throwing crumpled up paper, (well, it's better than spitball), and there's giggling going on. I'm a joykiller all right, but only when it's necessary. Besides, I still don't get Pythagoras' theorem!

And then, during our free period, there's this girl singing like she's having a concert despite the fact her voice i totally fg annoying! If only I can throw a book at her...dammit.

An then, while making our composition writing in nglish, there's a guy who'll assume I'll keep providing paper for him. Dammit.

Gotta go. Peace Out

I'd almost give anything up to have less weekdays and more weekends. I'm hoping to be at least top 10 of the class.
We've got new teachers- two of them at least. Our Filipino teacher is really funny but "seemingly" gay. And he has this really big mole in the midle of his nose which looks like a fly in the distance. I hope my gaydar isn't broken. I've got nothing against gay people- I repeat: I like hanging out with them.
Then we have our adviser. A guy. He teaches PE. But for some weird nonsense-of-a-reason, my blood boils at the very sight of him. I just plain HATE him. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against PE but i just don't like him. Period.

Anyways, I might not be able to log in for the next few weeks because my mom just had to take our only computer to my brother's condominium to Manila. Because my brother's a scholar in college. He needs it more than we do. Hmmph... I'm totally depending on internet cafe's nowadays.

School's a blast. It's just too bad my best friend's in a different section so we always try to find time to hang out together.

Then there's college. This'll be the year we'll be taking entrance exams to different colleges. I might go crazy filling up forms!

School's a really difficult roller coaster ride, if you ask me.

1. They are laughing at me, not with me.
2. I will not fake my way through life.
3. I will not call my teacher "Hot Cakes."
4. I will not encourage others to fly.
5. I will not Xerox my butt.
6. I will not instigate a revolution
7. I will not draw naked ladies in class.
8. I did not see Elvis.
9. I will not trade pants with others.
10.I will not drive the principal's car.
11.I will not sell school property.
12.Spitwads are not free speech.
13.A burp is not an answer.
14.I will not belch the National Anthem.
15.I will not grease the monkey bars.
16.I will not hide behind the Fifth Amendment.
17.Hamsters cannot fly
18.I am not a dentist.
19.Underwear should be worn on the inside.
20.I will not expose the ignorance of the faculty.
21.I will not conduct my own fire drills
22.Goldfish don't bounce.
23.I will not eat things for money.
24.I will not yell "She's Dead" during roll call.
25.I will not barf unless I'm sick.
26.I will not carve gods.
27.I will not aim for the head.
28.I will not snap bras.
29.This punishment is not boring and pointless.
30.My name is not Dr. Death.
31.The principal's toupe is not a frisbee.
32.Mud is not one of the four food groups.
33.I will not sell miracle cures.
34.I do not have diplomatic immunity.
35.I am not authorized to fire substitute teachers.
36.The Pledge of Allegiance does not end with "Hail Satan."
37.Garlic gum is not funny.
38.I will not do anything bad ever again.
39. "Bart Bucks" are not a legal tender.
40.I will finish what I star

My favorite are number 3, 24, 28, 36 and 40.

And you can't blame me. I've been working on my painting for the last few days and at the end of the the day, my nails are splotched and speckled with colors of the rainbow. It's worth it for the love of art, but I can't ignore the fact that my fingers look like they've been digging in a gutter. Urgh.

Maybe when I get to the mall, I'll walk up to the salon and demand to give me a pedi ASAP.

Anyway, I'm almost done with my painting.

Two summers ago, while our vacation in LA, California, I realized there are some dogs with an uncanny sense of getting themselves lost.

While folding our laundry in the garage, it was any other day- when a dog with short curly-white fur- promptly walked in the garage, seemingly out of nowhere. It was a female of mixed origin and she was quite friendly and didn't hesitate to be petted. It must've known we were dog-lovers. She had no collar so we assumed that she'll eventually walk back to her owners in the neighborhood.

The next morning, I was shocked to see the dog sleeping on the old couch in the garage. We had no choice but to keep the dog and see if the owner might look for her.
We fed her, hoping that this time she will go back home so we left the garage door open for her. To no avail. She enjoyed our company though, being very playful at our presence.

It's apparent she wanted to adopt us.

When we left LA, the dog was still at our relative's house. It's a good thing they have dogs of their own too.

Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!" With the billowing effect on his "cape".

Oh brother.

My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.

He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.

It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.

Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!" With the billowing effect on his "cape".

Oh brother.

My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.

He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.

It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.

There was one time I got really bored and then I decided to try on these bunny slippers my mom bought for my li'l bro. Hmmmm...surprisingly snug and fit! They were totally comfy. I didn't mind the bunny ears sticking out as I "bounced" from the living room to the kitchen.
Then, I decided to wear them to the mall.

Yes, I get dotty at times, but I can't help it.

My best friend squealed with delight when she saw the bunny slippers. Then of course, the people stared at my bunny toes. I think bunny slippers are unconventionally stylish. They bring out the child in me. It was fun.

But now I can't find those slippers anymore. They must've hopped away somewhere.:P

There was one time I got really bored and then I decided to try on these bunny slippers my mom bought for my li'l bro. Hmmmm...surprisingly snug and fit! They were totally comfy. I didn't mind the bunny ears sticking out as I "bounced" from the living room to the kitchen.
Then, I decided to wear them to the mall.

Yes, I get dotty at times, but I can't help it.

My best friend squealed with delight when she saw the bunny slippers. Then of course, the people stared at my bunny toes. I think bunny slippers are unconventionally stylish. They bring out the child in me. It was fun.

But now I can't find those slippers anymore. They must've hopped away somewhere.:P

Last night, while waiting for my bro's bus to arrive in the terminal, we stopped by our local Cafe' du Marc. It turns out our fave acoustic band was there which certainly tripled the fun. We hire that band sometimes for birthdays and reunions. I like the two lead singers. One is a girl, the other's a guy. And there's nothing more that drives me crazy (in a good way) than a guy with a golden voice.

The night would've been perfect if it weren't for the drunk, laughing idiot in the next table. He's a rather large man with a stupid look on his face. He bursts into drunk laughter every few minutes. What a damper! If the only way to make him sober is to kick his loud ass outside the cafe, I'd certainly do it. And maybe hit him with a few beer bottles.

Last night, while waiting for my bro's bus to arrive in the terminal, we stopped by our local Cafe' du Marc. It turns out our fave acoustic band was there which certainly tripled the fun. We hire that band sometimes for birthdays and reunions. I like the two lead singers. One is a girl, the other's a guy. And there's nothing more that drives me crazy (in a good way) than a guy with a golden voice.

The night would've been perfect if it weren't for the drunk, laughing idiot in the next table. He's a rather large man with a stupid look on his face. He bursts into drunk laughter every few minutes. What a damper! If the only way to make him sober is to kick his loud ass outside the cafe, I'd certainly do it. And maybe hit him with a few beer bottles.

Would you believe my mom makes me want to take up ballet lessons- again?
I've taken them up when I was much younger, probably when I was nin or ten. There is no way I'm going to wear tights and peel them off from my sweaty skin at the end. I'm physically flexible but all those stretchings and work out leaves my entire body aching!
I can't even fall asleep because my legs and arms are killing me!

And the whole concept of ballet isn't just working out for me. It's just sooo feminine and prissy. The dancers are so tall and skinny you'd think they'd break if you touch them- or talk to them. I love watching ballet dancers do their thing but I've got no passion to even do a simple plie'. Or wear tutus. Urgh. Tutus.

And practicing as a class makes things much worse for me. I prefer having private lessons.

For lunch, I can't help but contort my face in disgust when I saw our lunch would be snails. The small native snails you cook in a pot with milk. Ugh. I mean, the French eat escargot and all but please- the thought of eating a creature that's been crawling on all kinds of dirt- I'd rather say I'm a vegetarian! (No offense to escargot-lovers!)

Anyway, I watched as my mom and her gay guy friend poke the snail out of their shells with their forks. I felt all squirmish inside. Someone save me. My pig-of-a-sister loves them too. I really shouldn't complain- we Filipinos eat all kinds of "delicacy" stuff- like century eggs, boiled duck egg with the dead still-developing ducklings inside, cow guts, cooked pig blood with the guts, grilled chicken guts, bats, ox tongue - but snails are a different matter. I eat things that used to walk or swim - but crawl on the ground leaving a trace of slime? Urgh...

Someone pass me a barf bag. Please.

There's this one time I went to my best friend's house to pick her up so we could got to the fest held in our school together. Chara was still asleep when I arrived but she immediatly got up when I prodded her awake. Chelsea, her sister, Trish, my own sister were putting finishing touches on the props they'll post in their booth. Then, Jessica arrived on time.

and then, Chara's aunt came.

She asked some questions where I studied, who I'm with, which college I'll attend, What my section is, etc, etc. I answered her questions simply and then she kept blabbing -and blabbing -and blabbing -and blabbing...and blabbing!!! Jessica was there beside me, staring at Chara's aunt, unable to utter a word, probably thinking the same question in my head: WILL SHE EVER STOP??

Thankfully, Chara came to our rescue and asked her aunt(with a rather reproachful tone) if she had breakfast today. When her aunt left, I sighed in relief. Chara apologized about her extremely talkative aunt. Her aunt was studying journalism and media and being annoyingly "inquisitive" was part of the job. Seriously, I have nothing against chatterboxes but I swear Chara's aunt had three mouths! I mean, everytime I answer her question, she suddenly gets into details, details of the details and so on... and it takes a long time for her to finish you'd think you're watching paint dry. And I thought the boys in our class are a handful.

I really like this book from John Powell. In fact, while in a conversation, the interviewer answered his question:

Author:I am writing a booklet, to be called "Why am i afraid to tell you who i am?"

Other: Do you want to want an answer to your question?

DAuthor: That is the purpose the purpose of the booklet, to answer the question.

Other:But do you want my answer?

Author: Yes, of course I do.

Other:I am afraid to tell you who I am, because if I tell you who i am, you may not like who I am, and it's all that I have.

I really like this book from John Powell. In fact, while in a conversation, the interviewer answered his question:

Author:I am writing a booklet, to be called "Why am i afraid to tell you who i am?"

Other: Do you want to want an answer to your question?

DAuthor: That is the purpose the purpose of the booklet, to answer the question.

Other:But do you want my answer?

Author: Yes, of course I do.

Other:I am afraid to tell you who I am, because if I tell you who i am, you may not like who I am, and it's all that I have.

When I was about 11, and it was bedtime, I noticed a newt on the ceiling just above my bed. My older bro, playing with the laser pointer (yes, the one that makes a red dot to point at a specific area) pointed the laser at the little newt's eyes.
I told him to leave the newt and go to sleep.

The next morning, lying awake in my bed, the newt was still in the same spot. It hadn't moved one bit. While gazing at it curiously, my aunt came in to greet us and sat beside me. We began to talk and catch up on things with my other siblings. And then...

Plop.

The newt fell on my aunt's nose.

She shrieked and we all screamed as we backed away from her. My aunt quickly brushed off the paralyzed newt and ran for the bathroom. She washed her face thrice.

My sibs and I still laugh about that moment.

June 14 is just around the corner and that means I'll be going back to High School as a senior this time. That means I'm gonna be stuck in the same building with our no-good jack-a** of a principal. He's not the strict type. That would've been better. Our principal doesn't know how to do his job!! Everyone hates him!!!
He has zero experience for a principal/attorney. He's naturally stupid. And he's been the principal for like 4 years now! He doesn't look at complaints, he's always gone somewhere else at times we need him. He doesn't know any procedure to save his life!!

The good thing about going back to school is you get to see your friends. Old friends. Make new ones. Though I seriously doubt I'll see the clique called SWIPEY. They're the biatches that backstab each other (think "Mean Girls") and they're the kind that wear jeans too tight that you think their butts are eating the denim. And personally, I think they stuff their bras. They're the type that think that everyone loves them sooo much. Whatever. I'd rather throw up. The total opposite of the SWIPEY clique are SOLID. They're equally popular but Solid is a good group. They're the type that study hard, join clubs because it's their choice and they don't leave anyone behind.

I can't wait to investigate the freshmen. Last year's freshmen were so...strange? I was going to the bathroom and when I walked in, the freshmen girls were crowding before the mirror, putting on make-up!! eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, foundation... OH. MY.GOD. I was so startled I just used the freshmen-less bathroom in the 2nd floor!

I have nothing against make-up on girls but at their age? All of them are only 13! And why would they put on make-up at school?? Are they trying to seduce teachers? I mean, some lip gloss and blush are fine- but the whole thing like they're going at a club??
Just plain wrong.

This year, we've got new teachers-again. I'm expecting that all of them are competent.

Peace out!

I can't help but wrinkle my nose everytime someone is smoking even just a yard away from me. Does he know that smokers contribute to air pollution? and non-smokers are more endangered when they inhale the smoke that smokers exhale??

I just get really angry to see a smoker. They're killing themselves! what's so cool about smoking when you realize you have cancer or a terminal sickness because of a cigarette?? Smoking is anything but sexy. It's anything but cool. It's anything but good. I don't know if smokers are ignorant- unless they are planning to kill themselves they may do it! Not that I care. Who invented the cigarette in the 1st place???!!

I'm good with getting along with smokers as long as they know the proper etiquette before smoking and after smoking. Thank God our president decreed that public buildings ban smoking!

If anyone has a problem with this blog, i'm just saying.

What's up with the people and the Da Vinci Code movie? I can't help but laugh when people try to ban it. For the love of pete, it's just a thought-provoking movie, you don't have to believe everything!! So what if Jesus did get it on with Mary Magdalene?? I mean, there are more darker secrets than that the church doesn't want you to find out, trust me. Religion is just like politics to me- some people prefer democracy, some don't. People choose to be Catholics, some prefer to be Jewish. It's the people's friggin' choice!! And the leaders of this religion or government will try their best to bring you on their side. And everything's still a choice for you to make.

This is just like the time people are trying to ban Harry Potter series because they thought that the devil is involved. As if!! I mean, people have been killing, stealing and hurting before that book came out! People today are letting their imagination run amok- and I thought my imaginations were wild.

it's better and time-saving if people just leave that movie alone. Just enjoy the fact that Tom Hanks is in it! sheesh, what does the movie industry have to do for some box-office hit?

God, Jessica is soooo lucky! She's living in London right now and she keeps telling me how positively great Kings College is. And how the people look great. How the weather changes. And chocolates. Especially chocolates that she could stock in her room. I mean, I've tasted Hersheys, 3 Musketeers, M&M's and other stuff but nothing quite compares with the chocolates in Europe. There's this one time my dad came back from Europe with chocolates from Belgium!:p It was sooo darn heavenly just to pig out on it.

Jessica also told me about this chocolate cafe' where they serve chocolate tea. I can't figure if she's kidding or not but she insists she's had one. I won't be surprised if she comes back from Europe chubbier than usual.

She called me a few days ago. I was totally shocked when she called. I mean, how much do you pay per minute calling from Europe all the way to Asia? But it was sooo cool of her. She's a bit nuts in the head. but that's why she became my best friend because she can manage to bring out my fun-loving side.

She called to say that I can pick up the gifts she sent me in her grandparents' house on the 28th. I asked if she also sent chocolate. Yes, she did! I just want to choke her on the phone out of delight!

It's not surprising that women indulge more in chocolate than men do. I mean, it keeps my sanity together.

Shout out to other chocolate-lovers!!!:P

The upside: great story- I love the idea of going through a closet to enter another dimension where you suddenly turn into heirs, heroes, heroines, idol, god, goddess, etc. The movie effects were awesome. It's a cross between Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Loved it! The movie runs quite smoothly. Then there's the usual. The bad guys, the good guys. Good guys must save the day because the fate of Narnia lies in their hands. The casting was quite perfect to me.

The downside: let's see, the girl, one of the main characters who's an archer only shot her arrows thrice (or twice?)! Legolas made her look like a friggin' amateur!And their were some positively boring parts, I won't mention which. The ending was a bit "plain". But i guess overall, I'd give the movie 4 out of 5 stars!

I absolutely adore the color pink!:p But when I see guys wearing them- I see red! I'm itching to punch a guy wearing pink, I don't know why! I must see my psychiatrist, I think. I just HATE it when guys wear pink. I just want to strangle them until their eyes pop up! I just have these silly quirks sometimes. (Note:I like to keep my bedroom door closed all the time, if I'm in or out)

Just call me a freak, OK?

And then, there's this one time when we saw a lot of people wearing green for the summer. My piglet-of-a-sis told me that "green is the new pink"! Does that mean she's color-blind?? I know it means that green is the new trend for summer, but i just want to scream at her everytime she says, "green is the new pink, green is the new pink-" like the hell i care about pink turning green or the other way around! It just sounds plain stupid to me.

For guys out there who like to wear pink, feel free to say I'm discriminating. I'm not saying guys aren't suppose to wear pink- I'm saying how I feel about them. It's just a stupid quirk.

If you're looking for some fun in Manila, Philippines, go to Eastwood city!

It's just a place where there are a lot of places to hang out. And I mean a LOT. The restaurants there range from themes of local to ethnic to foreign. Fastfood restaurants and 5-star restaurants. Botique shops. designer stores.Movies. Whatever! I just loooove it there! But if you want a really good time, i recommend you hang out there at night! Cuties come crawling out of the woodwork- socialites form together sex-and-the-city style- bands are ready to play- foreigners hang out there too. Eastwood closes around 3am. Or was that 2am? No matter. I can't wait for the day I'm gonna get back there!

God knows where one of our kittens, Mr. Blik, has gone to. We've only been away for three days and our cats were left with our househelp. When we came back, Mr. Blik was nowhere to be seen. Do cats miss their own kind when they suddenly disappear? Mr. Blik has probably turned into roadkill by now, or hopefully been adopted by some other animal lovers when they saw him prowling around the neighborhood.
Or maybe lying on his back in some mucky old gutter. I can't imagine.

Sigh...

Well, I've got driving lessons today. I'll probably run into something, not that I want it to happen.