Believe it or not I actually couldn't find the time to write this whole two weeks. Or maybe I did, I just didn't make it a priority....
This is bad.
(But I did do a short entry over at Rachel's. By the way I wanted to keep that layout, psh.)
But throughout the two weeks I have been wanting to sit and type for three hours. My parents make me run on a very thin line when it comes to usage of the Machine(s) from Hell.
Good morning, we are open from 4:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. from Monday to Thursday; 4:30 p.m. to 11 p.m. on Fridays; 10:30 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. on Saturdays and 12 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. on Sundays.
Any downloads/uploads/rants/raves after working hours will have to tarry to the following work day.
This still applies to you even though you are already sixteen years old.
All right you know you are fucked when you are being babysat on the Internet at the age of sixteen. If you've never been to a gig, never kissed, never gotten drunk... Well.
Anyway. I have now strung together all the phrases I've accumulated over the two weeks; distorted, exaggerated, told as is,analyzed, depicted, spouted trash of (fiction / non-fiction).
Encircle your preference where applicable.
I don't like this much.
August 11
Today I thought I actually, somehow, miraculously grew three inches in a very short period of time. I was brushing my teeth when I realized this.
The next day I found out that the mirror was moved down three inches.
Well, like, duh, right? And to think I got excited because I thought I finally grew taller...
August 12
I gave up my Saturday Sleep-In for a day trip to Tagaytay, a provincial city up the mountains. I was hoping for beautiful cold weather but we didn't go very far up.
We were headed for a birthday celebration of a few priests at the Somascan Fathers Monestary. My grandmother and the choir were there to sing. I tagged along for the photo opportunity.
Which didn't fail me, thankfully. I found a garden and was balancing on two separate pieces of concrete (there were ants everywhere else), taking boring photos of flowers until this Bright Turqouise Thing jumped accross my LCD screen. I diverted my view to what was beyond the screen and spotted a spider of the abovementioned color.
Very obviously I abandoned the stupid flowers.
I played with the spider for about an hour, changing locations by letting it crawl onto a leaf and running to somewhere else, which I felt a bit bad about after I realized it was missing a leg. Other photo opportunity included Taal Volcano, which is up on deviantART.
Speaking of my camera's LCD screen. I believe I have finally worn it out from making it illustrate direct views of light sources (i.e. the Sun, and lamps). But good thing it's just the LCD. I would be well damned if I had inflicted damage to the lens, and not just because I would get into deep trouble with my father.
One of the performances at the celebration was a five-year-old girl and she belted out this classic ballad and while she was singing she actually started crying. Tears welled up and fell down her cheeks as she sang I'll be waiting for you inside my heart.
I was not touched, normally people would be touched by people who cry while they sing but this one was just a little weird for me, this little five-year-old belting her lungs out about unrequitedlove.
Adrienne: Do I look fat?
Liana: No.
Liana: You look like you have big boobs.
Adrienne: Anything else new?
Pshhhh
August 13
"Israel and Hezbollah have agreed to stop fighting - just not yet."
Quoted from CNN.
Um. Just not yet? So are you guys going to have an intermission? Some need to refill their popcorn and some need to BE RUSHED TO THE HOSPITAL TO DIE, BE MOURNED OVER AND CHUCKED SIX FEET UNDER.
Seriously. "Just not yet?" They actually had an agreement to have a cease-fire? What was this, a pre-nuptial? Seems so pretty much.
Split the mass of concrete debris.
Split the destroyed homes.
Split the smelly, humid atmosphere of a bomb shelter inhabited by a family of nine.
Split the crushed eardrums within earshot of your big shiny explosives.
Split the crushed bones
Split the wasted courage and effort of those who tried to stop this
Spilt the death toll.
The world progresses nowadays by making things compact. Everything is portable. Fits in your pocket. Thin as a pencil. There are actually jeans (I forgot what brand) that have an iPod sewn into it. Featherweight laptops. People are so busy that everywhere is a hotel, with the mini shampoo, mini barsoap and foldable toothbrush.
So really these people should realize by now that making big shiny sophisticated explosives is a thing of the past and so are massive death tolls.
In other news there is Dengue Fever here in Muntinlupa and this is me obviously being extremely paranoid.
August 14
Julius: I read on the internet that if someone wears black all the time it shows that your self-esteem is low.
1) It. Is. A. FUCKING. Jacket.
2) Color to Character Analyzing is a big fat serving of bullshit on a silver plate.
3) Wow I am so sick of debility to start a remotely interesting conversation.
4) Oh dear god why did I have to get stuck with you on the school bus?
I just don't get these people on the school bus... if I could I would put a sign beside me saying
IS ON DIFFERENT WAVELENGTH
And Jessa, I hate (or not so) to break it to you but Black Eyed Peas is not rock, no, and not even just because Pump It ripped off the guitar riff from the theme of Pulp Fiction.
My CVE teacher would not listen to my explanation in
this. He was actually
worried because I didn't fully agree and because I was the only person ever to state that.
I am sure there are more people who don't agree either, but write that they agree anyway so they get ten points. They go on and on about how God is the only person in their life ever ever ever and oh please who are you kidding?
To be completely honest I did not agree at all but then I had to take the fact that I was enrolled in a Catholic School and would probably be sent for counselling if I had been blunt, so I stuck in God somewhere in my answer.
And, Sir, where the hell did "You must agree because this is what happens to rich people who are not depending on God" ? Wow way to stereotype yeah, Sir I Don't Like Teaching From the Book But I Use Real-Life Experiences Instead?
Although he contradicted himself by complimenting me on my writing when I saw him around at lunch time.
Airport security have decided to speed up checking by judging people by their race... now really. What are you guys thinking, do you want to fix up the world or not?
Cease-Fire - 5 a.m. GMT
August 15
I would very much like to cut my hair but I think I would feel somewhat naked with shorter hair. It helps, having thick just-off-the-shoulder hair. It very conveniently hides my earphones should I feel the urge to listen to something during school hours. Specially during Filipino class, it's like all I hear is "[some filipino words] the same black fucking truck [more filipino words] I'd rather dance with you than talk with you [Filipino blabber] hey unloving" and well you get the picture. The teacher never talks to me so she never notices.
August 16
Today my Social Studies teacher said that an average early man's lifespan was only twenty-five. Which was really sad, but then I figured there wouldn't have been so much to then so maybe it was OK. It's funny because humans are supposed to be progressing but here we are dreaming of how our life will Finally Start at the age of twentysomething.
Today my Social Studies teacher asked the class what their reaction was towards middle-eastern or "Islam-looking" people.
This motherfucker that I really really don't like in class shouted "TERRORIST" and everyone either laughed or agreed.
Except me. As an all-too-familiar retaliation towards stupid statements I shouted Wow you're rude across the classroom and gave him a really disgusted look. I don't know what hit me after that but I started tearing up. Probably because
1) I was going to be stuck with these people for a whole school year
2) Their ignorance was truly atrocious
3) This boy, Jerone, he just disgusts me so much, every part of him, everything he does, the way he talks, the way he's so desperate for attention... in short he is quintessence of obnoxious.
Another reason why I like my hair is because it hides my face so well so I don't have to worry about the rest of the class witnessing my random bouts of melancholy.
On a lighter note my parents found Kopiroti here in Manila and I think it's some sort of Rotiboy franchise and it's really good.
And I need that latest Jon McGregor book.
August 18
There's something wrong with my Internet and I can't upload or send anything and I was so annoyed that I looked for my brush for like ten minutes before realizing it was right in front of me in the first place.
August 22
Some man at the bible study: The interpretation we are being given
A bit of an oxymoron isn't it? I hate it when people use vocabulary the wrong way.
August 23
Today did well to amuse me because Jerone finally fell off his chair while rocking it. Though I was playing more grotesque mishaps in my head than what actually happened, i.e. his face ramming into the teacher's desk as he slipped forward. All he did was slip forward. My day will come soon.
He still wouldn't stop rocking the damn thing after that and I tried kicking the chair but he was too heavy and I couldn't kick it hard enough without being obvious.
Kevin: Don't you love me?
Adrienne: O__________________________________O
Kevin: Not even as a friend?
Adrienne: I have never even talked to you, except for the time you said I forgot to bring materials and that time you refused to listen to me because you always think you're right.
I just hate how he used the word "love", obviously we have very different definitions for that in the context of friendship.
He didn't answer after that. I think I am going to break the trend of backstabbing here. Yes that is how they do it, people smile at you all the time but actually they hate your guts. They smile so they can use you when they need you, for maybe a loan of a ruler or white-out. Or coins.
Yeah right like I could give a shit. Deem me a proud bitch but I've never been one to be all fake just so I could get something I want from another person.
August 25
I should have skipped school because it was pretty unproductive anyway. No lessons though they said there would be. I was stuck at the hot gym for over two hours not comprehending the Tagalog that was being babbled on stage - today was National Language Day or something - and very unfortunately for me the batteries on my MP3 player died halfway through.
The only good thing in school today was the long conversation with Chris and Monica.
Kevin has always annoyed me. Today I watched him gain 900 pounds per minute as his head swelled like no other.
This boy won the talent show last year. This boy sings everyday in class, thinks he's fantastic at it. I mean, okay, he's all right, but nothing like he thinks he is.
For one, he's got all his theory wrong. If you were a real
professional like you so proclaim you are, Kevin, you would have not said that you would have to "sing falsetto" to hit the high notes.
Falsetto is when you Don't use your diaphragm to place your notes, but just use your throat. Dear Kevin, you never used your diaphragm in the first place. All you can do is butcher notes into a million others a la hyrbrid Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears. Complete with the rapid up-and-down movement of the lower lip. All you need is lip gloss to look like them....
And a much flatter stomach.
Speaking of which, I would also like to request you stop pressing your stomach against the curve of my back because it really is fucking gross and I don't know, maybe you haven't noticed but your stomach Does walk in front of you when you move. If you're that slow, I mean that your stomach is protuding.
Don't get me started on your stick and balls because the next time I feel it against my leg I am going to kick it so hard your anus will be blocked forever.
And on to the next one:
Dear Mark, you should not waste your time trying to lecture me about my usage of the Internet because
1) You should be grateful I gave you tips on how to save your blog and English
2) Liana
doesn't stand up for herself, I am The Sister I think I know that better than you
3) You barely know me
4) I will never listen to you
5) You barely know me
6) You barely know me
7) You barely know me
Enough emphasis? You are lucky I did not punctuate that with vulgarities really your little confrontation was so inappropriate.
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Updated Sunday, August 27, 2006, 04:02 p.m.
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