* wish upon the star *

making your wish come true at 27.5.02

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* Sunday, May 26 *

Margie, I changed the address in your link, is that okay? Would you prefer it, if I changed it back? Just say so, 'kay? C:

Don't really feel like blogging today... Maybe some other time...

making your wish come true at 26.5.02

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* Saturday, May 25 *

Hehe... May nagustuhan ka bang dedication, Alyx? *smiles innocently* Bakit kaya?

making your wish come true at 25.5.02

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* Friday, May 24 *

Announcement: From now on, I will no longer be posting my test results here in this blog. All test results, past present and future, will go to my test blog. Thank you, that's all.

making your wish come true at 24.5.02

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* Wednesday, May 22 *

I woke up this morning at around eleven to a brown-out. Found that extremely annoying, the weather being really hot and humid. Called and complained to a friend about how stupid Meralco was being. After that, I ate a wonderful lunch of tocino and rice, and tried to bear the heat by listening to my Discman and reading some essays from Youngblood 2.0. My mom arrived soon after and seeing our situation, God bless the dear woman, proceeded to bring us to Shangri-La mall. I saw Pineda-san and made some chit-chat with her for a while, after going through some of the cute, but definitely expensive clothes of Rustan’s. Then I hung out at the toy department. I’m one of those people who openly admit to enjoying going toy stores and playing with the stuff on diplay. For example, there was a Foozball table there that I examined for quite some time and would have played with, had there been a ball. I also go stare and look at Barbies, because for some reason they fascinate me. It’s probably because I spent a good deal of my time playing with them as a kid. I love looking at the oufits, the different features advertised by each kind of doll… I especially like looking at the Collector’s Edition dolls, I find them aliw. Toy stores have a way of quieting me though. Whenever I’m in them, I become entranced by everything there is to see. When we all finished gaping at the toys (and realized that there was already electricity at home), we went to get some ice cream, before going home. Being tired of Dippin’ Dots, I went to BTIC to try frozen yogurt. Clutching my change in one hand and holding my double-scoop ice cream cone in the other, I saw one of our facilitators from the forum group discussion (the one with glasses). I caught his eye and waved and he nodded back, but he had this look that (I think) said “You look familiar, but I can’t exactly place where I’ve seen you before.” I found it rather amusing. Anyway, after that my mom went to the Superbowl of China to buy some food for merienda, because it turned out that my lola and my aunt’s family would be staying with us for a while. We went home with Superbowl’s yummy prawn balls in orange sauce, fantastic sweet-and-sour pork (my favorite), my lola’s favorite crispy noodles with seafood and some beef noodle soup for the kids. Not a bad day at all… And it isn’t over yet… I’m still going to watch Funny Face later with my parents and do some of my homework before that. Ja!

making your wish come true at 22.5.02

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* Monday, May 20 *

I am again in another extremely good mood... *grins stupidly* Why? I'm not exactly sure... Oh well...

I think I'll return to the list of points I used before. It’s rather effective.

First, this morning, going to badminton class, I saw in my tita's car five special passes to the "grand" opening of the Rico Yan Youth Foundation. This irked me to no end. But I realized that because of the distance between now and THEN, I can actually write about this without seeming like a fadist (at least, to myself). But I don't feel like ranting about that right now... I'm in too good a mood.

Next point, I watched an extremely great movie last night with my dad. But I'm sorry to say that I don't feel like sharing the title of the movie, even if most of you wouldn't like it. Secretive for a very stupid reason? Me? Maybe... But I want to keep this to myself first. *smiles widely*

Anyway, off-topic, Margie's probably back from Singapore by now so: WELCOME BACK, MARGIE!

Another point to attend to: latest guestbook entries. MARIE! You’re not irritable! Or at least, I don't find you to be... But what do I know, except the fact that... You've found your way here! Yehey! I was wondering why you weren't replying when I texted you, thank you for your clarification concerning your directory. Hehe... I visited your blog, by the way. May I link it? Thank you for complying to my "demand" (I prefer to call it, request, but... then again, your word does seem apt to describe by feeling towards my gbook). Thanks also to Bobbie for the enlightenment she provided.

Okay, last of all my points, the dedications:

To Kat, because for a reason I will not mention, this poem reminds me of her.

Mock-Poem for my Sister by J. Neil Carmelo Garcia

I’m gonna wash that man
right out of my hair
– South Pacific, Rodgers and Hammerstein

In the other room my little sister’s
throwing up three bottles of beer
and her dinner. Our mother rubs her back
as she sobs in between dunking her head
into a plastic pail. A boy broke her heart,
and at nineteen he’s her first.
Expert at puking and picking up my bits
of self from sticky motel room floors,
how do I tell her it’s quite all right,
the booze slides down easier next time –
and as it leaves the twisted gut
it won’t offend the tongue as much?
She’s pretty, I hear the older woman tell her:
there’s time enough for love,
and when it’s good it’ll be wonderful.
Our mother’s just being a mother, I guess,
shushing the shaky one inside her arms
and cradling her back to when she was a girl
just fallen from her first tricycle,
her first toddling step into the world,
eyes wide with faith and arms stretched out
as though already she knew she was adored,
she’d be loved by all. She’s, of course, adored,
and loved, and this poem’s mumbled mockery
of how simple and powerful is this truth –
loved by parents who always wanted her,
loved by friends whose silly cuddly things
and pimply faces surround her bed, and yes,
loved by her queer and lovelorn brother who bangs
at his pc again, thinking words can spell
the difference between dying and survival.
Can they? Certainly not, as they didn’t for John
or Sylvia or Anne, from whose humming breasts
I quaffed my first winy drafts of craft,
this bleak and beautifully wrought sorrow.
No, this won’t do. My sister needs my saving,
even if for a foolish while, from darling life
that can be such a bitch at times. Akimbo
and standing sassy at her room’s bright doorway,
big brother commands her to wash up now, to sleep.
We’re off to the mall first thing tomorrow.
Take it from me, girlfriend.
A make-over works wonders each time.

The poem was taken from J. Neil Carmelo Garcia’s “The Sorrows of Water.” This was put here without the author’s and publisher’s permission. It is solely the author’s property. I’m not making any money out of putting it here.

For Anna, because it reminds me of how her Aussie should be feeling

Central Park by Ramon de Veyra

I hate every couple
I see, obviously.
You’re not here.
On the other side
of the world, you’re as far
away from me as you
can get. So do we live
our lives in direct
opposition: you still asleep,
or perhaps already greeting
the sun, just as I am
saying goodbye to her,
surrounded by misery
in these strangers
enjoying themselves, playing
baseball and throwing frisbees.
I wish I had a frisbee.

But mostly you, here,
to catch it.

That was taken from Heights Senior's Folio Vol. 49, Issue 2. It was posted without permission from the author. I don't own it and I certainly did not write it. It is solely the property of the author.

making your wish come true at 20.5.02

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* Friday, May 17 *

Just came home from a rather fun day. I'm actually in a good mood right now. Close your mouths, it's not THAT shocking, is it? Oh, shut up...

First, I overslept, but still got to badminton on time. Not that it matters to the coaches there, they don't really mind late-comers, but I guess it's been instilled in me to NEED to be on time. I get slightly irritated when I'm late for anything... Anyway, badminton was pretty uneventful, aside from my sucking at the drills we did today. Oh well, at least I improved a little bit by the end of the session. Anyway, after that we were supposed to meet Carla, (who has a phone, but never bothered to tell or text me... Hmpf!) she was thirty minutes late (or 24 minutes, if you want to be technical about it). While waiting for her in the Blue Cow Cafeteria of AdMHS (?), I managed to roll over my left ring fingertip with the wonderful chairs of the caf. It's rather uncomfortable, but it's actually quite funny if you think about it. When she arrived, we hung out at the HS cafeteria. We talked for a while until I had to go home to get ready for the forum discussion thing Adarna invited us to. I was late by about 10 minutes, but I was so excited about seeing some of the campers again that I forgot to be pissed. The discussion was really interesting and it lasted for about two and a half hours. Angela, Anna, Alyx and Louella were the only ones who came aside from me, but I wasn't surprised, nor disappointed. I feel bad for our facilitators though, I doubt that they got much from our discussion. At least, it was fun and we kind of were able to catch up on stuff. It wasn't embarassing... much. Since Alyx, Anna and I still wanted to hang out and talk, we decided to go to Anna's place for a while. We had very... interesting conversations. *grins* Alyx rode home with me afterwards and we got to talk a bit more... All in all, it was a very good day. *leans back on her chair*

I had nearly forgotten the feeling of conversing with poeple you don't really know. It's exhilarating. I found it so different from talking to people who really knew me and vice-versa. Not that I'm saying I like the former better than the latter, because it's two VERY different things. I found it an excellent change of pace. With people like the ones I was with this afternoon, I didn't really know what to expect. I didn't know their opinions beforehand or knew what they were going to say exactly. And that's what made it all so much more interesting. It felt good to share my views on things with people who've never heard those things come out of my mouth before, words that my friends have heard time and again and could almost consider as my trademark. It's easier for me to be "interesting," I suppose, when I'm with people who I'm not that familiar with, because they aren't familiar with me either. They aren't that used to my humor, my side-comments, and my forever-changing personality. I feel like I don't have any expectations to meet, no images to conform to, no specific style that I have to use. They aren't sick of me yet, at least I don't think they are. I find that comforting.

I'll close with a dedication.

For Xyla: the poem reminds me of one that was written in her honor. *smiles widely*

Ikinasal Tayo sa Init ng Banig ni Jerry Arcega Gracio

Ikinasal tayo sa init ng banig
Butiki sa dingding ang saksi at pari
Sumpaa'y narinig sabay ng paghikbi't
Mahinang langitngit ng kahoy sa sahig.

At nagsama tayo sa iisang bubong
Kahit walang basbas ng mga magulang,
Hindi man nagsanib ang ating pangalan
Ang hininga't buhay naman ay nagsugpong.

Madalas din akong dalawin ng takot
Lalo't nagtatalo at nagkakagalit;
Subalit sa gabi, pag ako'y humalik
Muling nalulukot ang puti mong kumot.

Ngayon ay kupas na ang banig-pangkasal
At di na madalas mapitpit ang sahig
Ngunit ang sumpaa'y hindi lumalamig
Lalong nagniningas habang tumatagal.

Ang tulang ito ay kinuha mula sa Tomas Tomo 1, Bilang 2, Setyembre 2000 nang walang permiso mula sa manunulat. Hindi ko inaangkin ang tulang ito. Ito ay pagmamay-ari lamang ng awtor. Hindi ako kumikita mula sa tulang ito.

making your wish come true at 17.5.02

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* Thursday, May 16 *

P.S. I claim Yoda! Not in the same way you two claim Anakin Skywalker though... I just like the funny, discolored, shrunken, wrinkled Grover - he's aliw! --->Take with a grain of salt please...

making your wish come true at 16.5.02

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I watched Episode II: AotC this morning in Megamall. There were less people there than I'd anticipated, probably because it was only around ten o'clock in the morning. Not a bad movie experience, in all. How did I find it? *shrugs* It was... okay. The visuals were absolutely gorgeous, not that I'd expect anything less than that from Star Wars, mind you. The acting is... nothing remarkable, just passable. The story - well, honestly, I think it fails to mount tension. The sense of continuity was excellent though. It takes threads from the original 4, 5, and 6 and tells their story. That was the best part about it, in my humble opinion. I disliked their portrayal of the Padme-Anakin love story though... It was too fill-in-the-blanks, for lack of a better word. Hmmm, you vehemently disagree with everything I've said? Well, please keep in mind that I'm not a huge Star Wars fan or very easy to please... I also lacked a sense of observancy (?) today. Besides, it's not like you can do anything about it; there's this thing called freedom of speech. *smirks*

Shallow Point to make: I have lost weight, thanks to badminton. Well... not really lost weight... just trimmed off what I gained this summer. Believe it or not, this made me feel quite happy. (See, that's why I said 'shallow')

The forum group discussion/reunion is tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to it, even though some... incidents had come to THEIR attention. But I don't really know who's going aside from me and Anna Mae... God, I hope it's not just the two of us... That would be waaaay too EMBARASSING.

making your wish come true at 16.5.02

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* Wednesday, May 15 *

My guestbook is back up. Those who want to sign it (read: EVERYONE, if you know what's good for you) can now do so.

I don't really feel like articulating on anything right about now... Nor do I feel like sharing anything that I appreciate through dedicating...

Maybe when you guys have commented on the dedications... Yeah... I probably will. I want to know what you guys think about the stuff I've been saying/dedicating. It takes a lot of effort to type all that, you know. I hope it's not a waste of energy and precious internet time. I want to know what you guys think (read: PRAISE and APPRECIATION *towers threateningly* - Joke!).

Yup, you've guessed it - This is another ploy for guestbook entries! ^_^;;

By the way, who of the campers are going to the reunion thing on Friday?

making your wish come true at 15.5.02

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* Sunday, May 12 *

Heehee... Dear, we never said you were Daria, personality-wise. We only said that you reminded us of Daria because of your voice and the way you look.

making your wish come true at 12.5.02

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Heh. I’m back from my weekend at the Edsa Shangri-La. Am I glad to be back? Yes, definitely. A hotel is a nice place to stay for a few days, but who would actually want to live there? First, it’s horribly expensive. A call costs P16. A cup of Nissan instant noodles costs P100. Half an hour of internet costs P330. So what if it’s cable internet? Can you say crazy? Second, the pool area is wonderful, but then the slide is terribly hazardous to the health of gaping idiots like me. Do any of you know how it feels to have a chubby, 9-or-something-year-old Chinese girl hit you with her whole weight? Well, now I do. It’s the price of me being fascinated with running water. I was just getting unkinked from badminton and now I have new bruises in very uncomfortable places. Another thing about the pool: the water’s so nice that I actually got sunburnt twice in a row. Not that it bothers me to the point of obsession, being sunburnt actually does not hurt when you’re me, you just get really red in the face for a couple of days and then you’ll go back to your normal color of a shade or two darker, depending on the degree of the “burn.” Don’t mind any of the stuff I’ve said so far, I’m just trying to make excuses, so I don’t feel so rotten about not getting anything for my mom except a card for Mother’s Day.

Anyway, a few more dedications. Again, NONE of the poems belong to me. I did NOT write any of them. I just read them and want to share them with you people.

For Cara and Icey, because I know they’d like the poem.

Untitled by Amianan Padilla

I watch the road I have not taken
All the bliss I could not awaken
And “life” a word I’ve yet to stumble
In hope no more to see one crumble

A childhood scar was left asleep
Years and years I did not weep
What other eyes are set to see
Nothing else but cold debris

The mystery of one life could build
A feeling of ease, if not fulfilled
And this I’ve found, yet still unknown
That when I love, I love my own

I oppose what I believe
and dismiss what I perceive
I should be the written plot
“The day is warm,” yet I am not

The darkness which my life has drawn
A childhood wasted, forever gone
But when I learn the sun is bright
All past errors shall be made right

That was written here without the permission of the author. It is solely the property of the writer. I am not making any money out of putting it here.

For Bobbie and Joey, because this poem reminds me of them and a certain *toot*

Elegy by J. Neil Carmelo Garcia

Of course it no longer matters
that he was gorgeous: the neck massive,
shoulders angled and strong that flank it
and the head it bears high, all teeth and banged
with sleek wavy locks, lush eyebrows above eyes
open-impish and darkly peering. It’s not him
but his picture I’m ogling, an enlarged mug-shot
in some student ID or other, xeroxed by classmates
enraged, grief-stricken, or both, the word “justice”
exclaiming for the passerby to read. And I’ve read,
and am amazed, for I think: this link, this bond
between boys doomed to mime a substanceless manhood,
it flames up swift in the breast, and at it’s sharpest
like all passion it’s murderous. Three stabs to the chest
did the trick: a small sob, blood on the pavement lisping,
and once again in the indifferent world a body ended.
Of desire, this I’ve known like a song: whom we love
we destroy. Though I’ve not done it, I imagine
how rare and bracing it must feel: dull warmth,
life surging forth from the loved, furtive body,
gone but possessed for just a quavering instant. . . .
I step on the hem of this unfurling meditation
out of respect for the dead, beautiful though he was
and already, this early, somewhat mocking: it’s true,
he’s beyond every scheming now. Suddenly it’s clear
how poem and picture can never do him justice.
Unannounced it comes, a quick, stabbing ache–
the whole shame of it, the sense of horrible waste.
Pausing before I trudge further, in my mind’s hands
I heft a bright loss I might’ve wished was my own:
because you see, he could have loved me. . . .

I’ll post more, when I feel like sharing more.

making your wish come true at 12.5.02

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* Thursday, May 9 *

GH--look-alike alert!!!
Time:around 12 o'clock, exiting campus in a red Toyota Corolla
Location:Ateneo de Manila High School campus
Attire:yellow V-neck shirt, did not see bottoms
Additional comments:the look-alike was MUCH cuter than the original

Was is it with that guy? Almost everywhere we go we see someone that looks like him. This is too weird.

Some other stuff happened today, but I don't feel like putting it here. I still feel bad over that rude thing I did a while ago. Sorry, you had to see that.

making your wish come true at 9.5.02

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YEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to stay at the Edsa Shangri-La Hotel for two nights starting tomorrow!!! *jumps around, cheering like mad* Why, you ask? No reason at all, actually. Just my parents' summer treat for all of us. *grins widely* I'm a happy girl, singing a happy, HAPPY song! Shallow? Maybe... But right now, I don't care. I'm a happy girl, singing a happy, HAPPY song! I could sing the little teapot song with actions in front of everyone from camp right now and not feel embarassed. I'm a happy girl, singing a happy, HAPPY song!

Just got the urge to dedicate some stuff here. Don't ask why.

For Margie: this poem made me think of her because of where she is right now:

Simon Says by Ralph Semino Galan

Simon says in Singapore strategic merchants
seek their souls
in the penthouses of skyscrapers.
Simon says in Singapore the Merlion
is sole sovereign,
spawned by both sea and shore.
Simon says in Singapore the streets
are so clean
one can sleep on them...
but no one does,
for there are no hoboes
in Singapore,
only lonely old men
with nothing better to do
than count their coins.
Simon says in Singapore spiny spinsters
spin the remainders
of their dreams
on expensive Chinese silks

That was taken from Tomas Vol. 1, Issue 2, September 2000. It was posted without permission from the author. I don't own it and I certainly did not write it. It is solely the property of the author.

For my friends who play musical instruments and/or appreciate good jazz: this poem seems like the type they'd enjoy.

Blues in G by Tebs Gomez

Sing me a song that tells the tale
of a one-night stand,
of a love that was never meant to be,
of lonesome drunken nights
with a cheap bottle of beer.

Start it with a G,
a steady, solid chord,
confident and sure.
Follow with a C,
calm and secure,
just like his touch.
(repeat 2x)

Enter: an Am
the realization of what happened last night
comes creeping in with the sun.
Send in a Bm,
a hint of answerable questions
that ring inside your head.

Now for the Bbm,
destined to come like the awkwardness
of waking up in a stranger's bed.
Again, an Am,
as you stumble around for your clothes
and clumsily get dressed.

A Cm chases you
out the door, along with
the familiar taste of regret

(repeat from the start)

That was taken from Heights Senior's Folio Vol. 49, Issue 2. It was posted without permission from the author. I don't own it and I certainly did not write it. It is solely the property of the author.

That's all for now, I hope you guys appreciated the thoughts...

making your wish come true at 9.5.02

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Annoying Blogger made an error and deleted my last SUPER-LONG entry. Damn that's irritating. That's why I'm only blogging now, although the last few days were busy enough to write about.

A few points to make though:

First, I now refuse to read The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman, for reasons that only you would know and/or most probably would understand.

Second, I still definitely want to watch Episode II: Attack of the Clones, even if the same reason above does apply to this movie as well.

Third, I hurt from my shoulders to my ankles. How? Badminton class... I think I over-stretched my muscles yesterday and so I woke up with a stiff, sore aching body. Don't scoff at me! It's really tiring and it's a real work-out.

Fourth, visiting Powerbooks a couple of days ago was a bit depressing. They were selling at half-price the books that weren't very popular, therefore hardly purchased. I was browsing through them and I realized how sad it was that most people didn't recognize the value of the books or appreciate them as much as the other more familiar titles, even if they were of the same quality. It must be even more depressing for the authors of those books.

Fifth, the candy at Fudgy's Australia is fabulous. It leaves a wonderful aftertaste that lingers nicely and doesn't turn stale. The chocolate fudge is REALLY good, super-sweet and really creamy. The caramel toffee tastes like peanut brittle without the nuts, also super-sweet. One thing though, Eating more than one piece of their candy within a span of five minutes (or less) is probably sugar-shock-inducing.

Sixth, I took this test, see the results:

Which Royalty Are You? Find out! By Nishi.
Acknowledgement goes to Bobbie, whose links I followed to take that test.

Seventh, I've run out of points to make... I'll put "deeper thoughts and insights" when I feel a) sensitive enough to the "deep thoughts and insights" that would fit this blog title more and b) like blogging.

Hey Ovalteenies, don't you think my blog entry/"essay" would receive these comments from our dear panelists?
"Catalogued, but has no real design - weak"
"Last paragraph is problematic"
"Inconsistent, the idea cannot be grasped"
"The points present images that have no actual relation to each other"

*chortles gleefully*

making your wish come true at 9.5.02

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* Sunday, May 5 *

I miss everyone...

Guestbook is back up... You can sign it now.

making your wish come true at 5.5.02

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I just came home from watching Spiderman. It wasn't exactly wonderful to tell the truth... They completely mangled the original storyline. Not to mention the fact that they removed a lot of things that made Spiderman so aliw... Oh well... I could rant about this for hours if you'd let me, but I don't really want to bore you guys... Besides, I guess it's all you can expect from a movie based on something that was already near perfection... It could have been a lot worse... Think X-Men: The Movie worse... But still... they could have made it at least a bit better... They could have kept the classic Spiderman side-comments... Oh well, no use whining about it. I'll say one thing though, the CG sequences were really cool... if you can ignore Spiderman's web-slinging.

Okay... off that topic: Are any of you campers going to submit your works to the kulit.ph thing? Tell me, ha? I'm not sure I will kasi... It kind of depends on you guys...

Sige, yan na... Wala na 'kong masabi...

making your wish come true at 5.5.02

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You came!!! You signed!!! Yey!!! *jumps up and down* Hurray for the miracle of texting that enabled me to tell people to sign my gbook! Not to mention, inform me of certain things... *waggles eyebrows like a certain GH at a certain umm... person* Hehe... *grins widely*

(Um, TRC02 people, I'm kind of VERY obnoxious and VERY over-dramatic when it comes to blogging, I hope you'll bear with me.)

Sadly, I did not create the layout of this blog. It was a pre-made template of Blogger. The thing on the left is supposed to be a stone angel... I think... I'm not very sure... -.-;;;

Anyway, off the boring topic that is this blog. I'm watching Spiderman today! Yipee! When did you watch it? Where? Was it cool? Oh well, I'll probably find out in a bit.

Okee, gotta go... Later na lang!

making your wish come true at 5.5.02

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* Saturday, May 4 *

Guestbook and links are up... I hope... >.<;;;

making your wish come true at 4.5.02

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