Hangovers and Awkward Hilarity

So what happened today? Quite a lot--or maybe not.

Today started at 12:00 in the morning.

I'd tell you what I was doing, but I don't really remember. What I do remember was that I was tinkering with my brand new phone and watching movie trailers. Oh! And I made pancakes because I got hungry.

So I headed to bed past 3am. (Yeah... so early, right?) But damn, I couldn't get myself to fall asleep. It was insomnia or something. I passed the time playing in bed with my two best friends. :> My iPod and my new phone. (What the hell were you thinking?) Because they're my best friends, they shall be called Poddy and Slick.

Slick is fun. He's like having a cross between a T-Mobile Sidekick and an iPhone.

Anyhow, I think I finally fell asleep when the sun came up. That was 6am. Unluckily, it's a Sunday, so wakey-wakey! Let's go to Mass. Strangely, we weren't all that late. Then again, we went to the 12:15 mass, so how much later can you get?

But God, it was like I was hungover on something. I couldn't get my head to concentrate. Usually, I'd have a talk show or one-person seminar in my head during Masses, but today all I heard was the sound of the Mass echoing and echoing, entering one ear and exiting the next as I stared into the Christmas lights. Gahd, that felt bad. Not to mention the lack of air conditioning made my skin feel all bad.

Yes. Aside from light headed-ness, that bad feeling in my skin is a side effect of the global phenomenon called puyat. When not in aircon, it just feels bad. I remember I barely slept one Thursday night/Friday morning: SCIENCE LAB PERIOD WAS HELL. HELL! HELLLLL!!!

(Yes, the Physics lab doesn't have air conditioning just in case you didn't know.)

Anyhow. Moving on. We went to Shang, and I was still woozy. Note: I was bumping into things and tripping. And it's not just my normal klutziness.

I went to Gap but didn't get the sweater I want. I thought about it again... it seems a bit too loose for me. I'll try it once more, and I'll see what happens then...

Anyhow. Fast forward to home. It's family get-together day with the father's side. Weeee. (Note small hint of sarcasm.) I just have to say it's awkwardness to another level. I don't really relate that well with those who are sorta my age--quite strange since they're my neighbors. Usually, I stay inside the house, but since my mom wasn't able to plan some office Christmas party on the same day, she got me to accompany her with the awkwardness.

I just have to say: My mom + Father's side get-together = Awkward Hilarity. Amen.

Anyhow, when it was getting too dark, I went inside and read me some Twisted. Jessica Zafra is a goddess--in writing that is. Then I watched HIMYM.

Aww, Ted. Aren't we all just looking for love?

Alyson Hannigan has to be given more props. NPH is hogging all the spotlight, but nonetheless he's pretty fucking legen--wait for it, and I hope your not lactose intolerant 'cause the next word is--dary! (Yeah... if you've forgotten about the first season, you'll prolly think that dragged too long. Haha!)

Lessons Learned from a McDonald's Shop

I just finished (meaning paused) my HIMYM marathon to accompany my dad to get a meal at McDonald's. He ate more during the family get-together, so I dunno why he's starved.

Anyhow. We went to the one in the intersection between Meralco and Ortigas Ave. The ony in the Shell station. So he left to find a table while I ordered with an American accent. (Yeah. It's fun screwing around with people's heads... y'know, if you that counts as screwing with people's heads.)

So while I was waiting for my order (heaven only knows why only one person was at the counter), there was this taong grasa who came in and started putting together all the money that was collected. So I looked around for other people's reactions 'cause... well, I love looking at people's reactions. Basically, nil. No one really cared.

Well... except for these two ladies in one corner who had this look of disgust. Quite sad. So I finally got my fries after giving this other lady the look that said "WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FRIES, B----?" Kidding. I asked politely--with a half-irritated tone. I looked over at the two ladies again, but the other one went missing.

So I walked over to the table with food in hand. Sitting down proved pointless however since my dad wanted more ketchup. (Why the hell do they give only two at a time?) I walked back to the counter, and I saw an awww moment.

Apparently, I was wrong. It was a look of concern. Before leaving through the door, the two ladies gave the taong grasa woman two plastic bags of food. I didn't really notice, but the woman also had a baby on her shoulder and a three-year-old child with her.

Who knew? That was just pretty fucking sweet.

There are people out there. And in places unexpected, too.

So this blog is dedicated to you, two ladies! Drinks on the house! (Or not...)

Well. You got nice people and you got shit people.

Fast forward to eating my apple pie and sundae (Yum!). There was this family in the table behind me who made a rude comment. I don't remember exactly what about but it involved Intsik and laway. I wanted to turn around and squint my eyes. (Biaoxi! Or however you spell that. God. I'm in a Chinese school, and I don't even know how to curse.)

Yeah, Chinese bros, I hear ya! Peace out!

Other lessons learned?

I need to find me a midnight barkada. In one table there were these four dudes who were in pambahay lang. (God, don't you love my ever-improving conyo skills?) just, I dunno, hanging out. And I realized the following: (a) it's fun to just hang out with friends doing nothing, (b) I get bored a lot of midnights, (c) I need to find friend who live close by. So yeah, it'd be fun to have an out-of-the-blue call in the evening: "Dude, McDo tayo?" And then I go pick up Carla and call up Jake to call with. And we all head to Starbucks or McDonald's and stuff. No?

**Names are fictitious. Introduce me?

So maybe that isn't a lesson. But whatever...

And that's what I learned from a trip to McDonald's. :D

Just Say Yes!

I quote Kim: "Today's the best day to end the [school] year."

Not verbatim! (Nag-quote pa ako :|)

I agree.

Congratulations to the Xmass Comm. You guys put up one hell of a show. Really proud. It's a good thing you didn't keep "in theme." ;)

I enjoyed this year's MRX--and apparently the last one ever in high school. When it started, we already knew it would turn out pretty well: who would've thought you could get Ms. Pasiliao to be GaGa for a day? Hehe. Mr Acosta doing Single Ladies--bigay na bigay pa! Sa'n ka pa?

One thing bugs me though. Who the hell is number one? In fact, who placed what? I don't even think there was even a Top 10. I only remember 10 performers--and two of them were just placed in there by random gigs.

Anyhow. It was great to see Ms. Lopez sing! Hehe. Even if I didn't vote in MRX this year due to insufficient funds o.O, I still got my wish. :D (The one I've been bugging her about with drawings on the blackboard.)

Oh! And Red Velvet Skies. The best band Xavier's had since Mau. ;)

Go Ferdie! :D

But the real highligt of the day didn't even last more than ten seconds.

"It's a love story. Barbs, just say yes!" Mr. Yu FTW! Cue crowd uproar. *raaaaaaaaaaaaa*

And MRX this year was a total success!

Classroom party was fun. My Grahams Fridge Cake Thingo was a hit. ;)

Fast forward, we went to Greenhills. Did some Christmas shopping. But that wasn't the highlight of the day. AVATAR was.

Gahd. Ten years in the making. It was BRRRRILLIANT. Seriously. Epic.

To think I wasn't that interested in it in the beginning.

And that's the end of my o-some day. :D

I've got a busy break ahead of me. I've got less than a week to make Christmas cards and a certain gift. I still have to buy Christmas gifts. And I have get-togethers to go to. Not to mention all the English homework I have to do. Hay carajo. Wish me luck.

Catch Up

It's been a looooooooooooooooong time!

New year's resolution: blog more! Hehe.

Well, if you've been stuck under a cave (or piles of homework), the date's December 17. Yes, it's the last day of actual classes. Thank God--or should I say Emmanuel?

I still have a couple of things to do such as rewriting my missing Chinese journal (#$@#!@#&!!) and doing shit for a couple of shit. But I'm putting that off to be here. Awww.

(Wow. My head's so scattered. I'm just blabbing it all out on this blog.)

My last actual blog was twelve days ago, and Gahd! so much stuff I've missed.

1. Tuko!

My directorial debut. Hehe. The night before the first show, I finally surpassed The Giver and stayed till 11:30. w00t! It was pretty fucking hectic--that's an understatement.

But we made it through, and I'm pretty fucking proud of everyone--that's an understatement. I've yet to write my congratulatory message: it's just that I've been so stressed with stress that I haven't the time to do so. But we had three great shows. We did pretty well. And comments are awesome. I'm really proud! Go FX!

(And no, our first show wasn't our first run! :P Beat that!)

2. Sampayan!

Yes. My crazy little class play. It went strangely well. Yes, again I directed. Yes, again I'm proud of everyone. Only an hour or two before the show did we actually have our first run, and goddamn, I would've walked out of it if I weren't so involved. But come showtime, they delivered better than I thought they would, and I'm pretty fuckin' proud of my class for pulling it through!

And might I say... GAH! That's it. (Mark knows what I mean. ;-) )

What are the chances Xavier will ever call me to come back and judge these things? Hehe.

3. Academics

I'm fucking worried. Yes I am. Mostly about Chinese and English.

Shocker, right?! ENGLISH. It's like Mr. Legaspi's deadly checkup quizzes only for poets.

Why were two separate entities born? Why can't we have an Anne Sylvia Sexton-Plath or something? That way, I wouldn't mistake one for the other. :| Fucking 10. (No, not over 10, mind you.)

Then there are my bad Chinese MTs. The first one, I studied well, but apparently not well enough. The second, ah well, I haven't the results yet, but I bet they aren't good news.

I want to graduate with honors! Pleeeeeease. Christmas gift lang po!

4. Christmas

It's near! And I've so much to do.

• Christmas shopping
• Make Christmas card
• Make a Christmas gift (Not to mention buy the stuff I need)
• Christmas reunions/parties
• et cetera. Gahd.

Anyhow. I'm getting sleepy. So Im'ma move on. Hehe.

But hell yeah, I will be back soon. :D

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

For those who lost the list of books:

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

-- About murder

-- Adapted into a 1967 film

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

-- Pulitzer Prize for Fiction

-- About a transexual

-- Most recent book

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

-- A bit weird but a good book

-- Adapted into a 1970 film

The Cider House Rules by John Irving

-- Abortion, Orphans, Sex

-- Adapted into a 1999 film

The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

-- About a deaf man

-- Adapted into a 1968 film

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

-- The longest but makes for good conversations

-- About an architect

-- Adapted into a 1949 film

Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut

-- Anti-war science fiction film

-- Adapted into a 1979 film

Burnout

Gahd. I don't even remember the last time I blogged... seriously.

Life today is full of stress. And you know you're really stressed when you're losing weight without actually jogging around the track oval...

OMG! I'm losing weight! Woohoo! (Or not.)

But I guess today is total burnout day. Either that or I'm just too worried about something beyond my life. Mark that under psychological stress.

I haven't been letting the stress get to me, usually. I mean the past few days have just been... ugh. But I guess, I've been jumping around through them. Today though was quite... different.

For most of the day, I've been sheepishly and sluggishly going through all my subjects. And once again, I slept through my lunch period in the infirmary. Don't you just love the scent of medicine? (Though I'm annoyed at how noisy it's become in there.)

I didn't have a fever, which is good, but I just felt exhausted... totally. I could barely climb up the stairs. But as I just said, emotion has a lot to do with the workings of today's events. I don't think I want to dwell on that. It's a bit too... personal.

Strangely, I was able to gather up enough energy to be hyper enough to work through the FX meeting. Guess that says something. So do me a favor and watch the show! It's going to be great.

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Where was I? Oh yes.

I would like to report that my t-shirt business is a success. Thanks to all those who bought! And thanks to my really hardworking groupmates! You guys are awesome! :D

The bazaar was fun. Cookie Claus, I hate how I spent so much money on you. :|

I bought Christmas gifts already, so I'm happy. I also got this battery-powered hand fan. It even has this word-whatever-thingo. :D

Sunday night, Patring, Kim, Stef and I watched A Christmas Carol. It got me into temporary Christmas mood. :D I had a fun night...

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I guess in my passive blog state, I've missed out on telling you all the other things I've done.

Sigh. I'll try to update more. This feels good--stress reliever. I miss blogging.

(Poems coming soon. I have two more in the anger series that just need some editing and one I just made a while ago.)