May 31

My grandfather said from behind the paper: "Hallelujah! She's up at seven in the morning!"

The school orientation was a drag, and there is no softball so I don't know what to join... I was thinking of badminton but I never did get the hang of the whole wrist thing, I play badminton like I would tennis, using my whole arm.

Maybe I'll join as many activities as possible so time will seem to pass by faster and take my mind off things and turn in me into a cold working zombie...

School has an Speak English policy, thank god.


June 1

Despite our hatred for stereotyping, we can't help but agree with some of them, whether we're upfornt about it or not. Evidence?

Lightbulb jokes. Duh.

Plus they're so fun to come up with because it's just like caricature. Take the outstanding, unique features - and then instill, imprint, and exaggerate. Which is always a blast for me. Exaggerate exaggerate exaggerate.
How many Jia Yis does it take to change a lightbulb?
Just one. But she doesn't quite know why...


And then one week later, one to laugh through her nose while the other realizes:
"Oh, so it actually took three LAW!"


Alright that was more of an inside joke, but anyway.

20. Julie and her one hell of a joke book
21. Lightbulb jokes



My parents' latest frenzy is New Zealand. No, no more Canada because we'll freeze to death. Let's go to New Zealand and name all the cows and run through the fields singing The hills are alive with the sound of music! and go to school completely barefoot!

No offense, the fact that people can go around in public barefoot is great because it means the place is extraordinarily clean. It just creeps me out a bit. Too... Intimate, for the lack of a better word. It doesn't help that our neighbors recommend the place and my mother said, "it seems like we're really being guided and directed to New Zealand! This must be a calling!" And that's another thing I'm creeped out at, the "we're being guided" bit. And "calling." It's scary.

Next on my To Do list is convince my parents that New Zealand is no place for Twentysomethings, specially me. There are only so many ways I can photograph greens and cows.
Another fact: Nightlife is non-existant. The whole country shuts down at five in the evening.
That's not even evening, it's late afternoon. I will lose my mind.

22. Being able to stay outside late just walking around
23. Good company, obviously



June 2

Today I watched Eshita ask Hugh Grant to love her.

I was watching Notting Hill and I swear, Julia Roberts looks a lot like Eshita with that shoulder-length hair. For one, Eshita had the exact hairstyle the last time I saw her with her hair down. Then there's the distinct nose. The big eyes. The wide smile.

The scene is near the end, and she's wearing a blue top and skirt. ("I'm just a girl, in front of a boy, asking him to love her.") At Hugh Grant's character's Travel Book Shop. Tell me it doesn't look like Eshita.

Apart from a very unusual laugh, Julia has a really big mouth. But that's a good thing, because when people with big mouths smile, it's pretty.

Notting Hill has a good soundtrack. And it's one of those nice sappy love movies.


I just wasted 58 minutes of the internet card mindlessly surfing, half hoping someone I wanted to talk to would sign in. I think I didn't log off because this was the 3rd out of 7 times that MSN actually worked, and I felt I was somewhat wasting it if I were to log off. Not that staring at the contact list every few minutes was any more productive.

I say half hoping because anything I really hope for doesn't really happen, and I have been reduced to denying that I'm even expecting anything, and that's become a habit.

My MP3 player slash Portable Hard Drive is suddenly not working and I am about to go ballistic. We're talking about a very crucial lifeline here. When I call it Portable, I really wear the word out.


How many Filipinos does it take to change a lightbulb?
500 and a quarter.
The person who changes it is 1/4 American, 1/4 Japanese, 1/4 Spanish and 1/4 Filipino. Then the 500 to whore out that fact all over the newspapers.

I think I've already mentioned that the Entertainment section of the Philippine Star has a striking resemblance to her friend the Tabloid.

What? You've never met? That's a pity, but now that you have I'm sure you'll get along great!

No, really. Who gives a flying shit if some 18-second star of X-Men 3 has a Filipino father? Why would people want to read about how 1/6 of the Pussycat Dolls is Filipino, or 1/4 of the Black Eyed Peas is Filipino, or 1/3 of the original Sugababes is Filipino? Or if someone from The O.C. has one chromosome, half of which is - drumroll! - Filipino?

Not doing so hot in the photographic field either, I'm afraid. You know stars won't like you taking their photograph again when the first shows you half-wasted at a celebrity afterparty, all sweaty and pink at the cheeks, hair plastered all over your forehead.
Or worse, when they see double when they look at the photo.
And usually we like to read and not just look at pages and pages of badly-printed photos. 'Stars' is in Italics because as the slant-to-the-right suggests, it isn't quite.. It yet.

Because you see if you are a star here in the Philippines, well, it's like jail (or my idea [read: the Hollywood version of jail] of what it's like in jail, I personally have not experienced it.) -

Join the club.
What'd you get in for?
Dancing on TV at the age of 7?
Or, or, wait I know. You can cry like no other.
Oh, can you hit a high C by belting your lungs out and gradually destroying your throat too?

You know. Every little achievement is fantastic. Remarkable. Brilliant. Super. Special.
Which is great, I guess, but this only works when there aren't two million others.
Finish a whole jar of mayonnaise in one day and it'll probably be in the papers. Do that in America and you're just a fat bastard who spends every single meal with Ronald McDonald.


June 3

My eyes have been dry a lot lately. It hurts.

"We might watch a movie later!"
Why waste the money?
"Eh..."

We watched anyway.

Poseidon was an okay movie, but that's just me because I like offbeat films. It was well done, entertaining and not the regular running-away-from-water scenes in Trapped in A Sinking Ship flicks.
I thought it was extremely scary when they showed one of the men dying. The cruise ship had turned over so they had to climb to the bottom of the ship where the propellers were because that was the only way out. They got there and the propellers were still running. Someone had to turn it off from the controls, which was in another room that was already filled with water. So that was going to be one hell of a breath to hold, getting there And looking for the controls.

Obviously, he didn't make it.

That few seconds the movie showed us how he struggled for air, it was terrifying. Eyes wide open. All four limbs thrashing in every direction. Chest throwing the torso forward, backward, forward, backward. As if the lungs inside were alive and desperately clawing at the skin trying to get air.
It was like a fish out of water. Or a really badly choreographed dance. That Blue Guy in Linkin Park's Papercut music video.

Obviously, since this is Hollywood, his lifeless body is floating and his hand hits the correct button. He still saves the day.

It was a very small part of the film, hardly shouting for attention. I don't think others would have thought of it much but for me it was without a doubt the worst part of the film.

On a lighter note. Must watch The Lake House. I confess, I am a sucker for sappy movies like that, provided they're well done and not corny. Keanu Reeves lives in 2004, and Sandra Bullock lives in 2006. They live in the same place. The mailbox is magical. They fall in love but it is impossible and they go crazy because they can't see each other. But somehow they do. The works.


Before we left the house I got to watch a bit of The Kid... must really watch that movie again, it just sucks me in every time.

Chester, he's my dog? Where is he?
I don't have a dog.
I GROW UP TO BE A MAN WITHOUT A DOG?!

I was going to be a pilot, I was so sure!

Now isn't that sad. The boy's so adorable, too.


June 4

It finally rained today. It was beautiful. And most importantly, cold.

It just occured to me that every single face in the class photos (at least 2005's) are airbrushed.

24. Observing art up close
25. A good pencil. Think 0.7 2B lead, which is almost like a real drawing pencil
26. Watching the ink print onto paper and watching it dry while I write
27. The thack of a ball hitting perfectly into my glove
28. Quotes. I = complete sucker for them.
29. Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory



June 5

Pardon me, sir, I don't know who you are.
But I think I see something in your eyes..
Though I could be wrong.

Winter is here,
And all the rose lie deep beneath the snow.
That's where lovers go to hide from pain and sorrow.

Never for sure, when your luck will turn,
Waiting out that snowy day.
Hope for a cure, that someday you'll learn,
Why love keeps on going when there's no one there.

Pardon me, sir, I think it's up from here.
Take this one from me,
One day you'll feel free to fly away,
Where ever you want to.

Never can tell when the dawn would break,
When you find a shoulder to cry on.
After the spell, you won't feel the ache.
And you'll forget the corner you've been living in so long.
You'll breathe a sigh, and see it's time to move along.
Just a little stronger.

When the winter's gone.


How can Jennifer Warnes not get all choked up when she sings lines nine and ten?

Oh maybe she's married or something.

I don't usually put whole songs into my blog but anyway. I've only been listening to four songs for the past week and a half. It's surprising that I'm not getting sick of it.

Santa could you also throw in the original piano score of Evanescene's Hello. Thanks.

30. Listening to music in the dark



June 6

The effeminate (to be polite) teacher said, "Today is a very special day, six six oh six! It only comes every century!" and I was thinking, uh, wasn't it 5.5.05 last year, what gives?

Then I realized he was talking about the whole devil sign thing.

Funny because the school is, like, hardcorexILoveJesus. You know.

This is the student orientation and it was no different from the parents' one my parents insisted on me attending last week. Except of course today I was exposed to the student population.

Turns out people didn't turn out to be as bad as I expected. During break Tammy, Miggy and I, three of the twelve new students, were whisked away by... a boy whom I can only describe by first impression as some kind of Peter Pan of the humongous group, and invited us to wala lang, tambayan lang. Which roughly translated is "nothing much, just hang around with us."
I think.

Anyway they were friendly and I am ashamed to say I know none of their names, I can't remember, not even that boy I think it was Tobe or something, everyone introduces themselves by their nickname except me. None of them are in my class.

Of course the student population has its share of jerks, when I stepped into class (late, because of some admin things) I made a beeline for the back row and this lanky, pimply, buck-toothed boy sitting alone in front looked at me and patted the chair beside him, and judging from his facial expression his intentions seemed More than "friendly".

You know when there are really fat women/girls that have thighs that obstruct their way of crossing their legs? So when they cross their legs it isn't really crossing, it's just... Laying On Top Of. And so the leg is just sort of sticking out in front of her like a lost KFC chicken leg. Isn't it a little...... unsightly?





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