Friday, July 15, 2005
under my umbrellame: "jocelyn, patingin nga nung gawa mo sa THE..."
Jocelyn: *hands out her oslo paper*
me: *scans the second sheet with prying eyes* "uy! bakit ganito ang spelling ng 'right' mo?"
jocelyn: "patingin!" *grabs paper swiftly* "oo nga! ano ba ito? saan ito nanggaling?!"
me: *laughs* "bakit 'RIGT'?"Indeed, being aware of the truth that I have never - and I mean NEVER - misspelled the word "RIGHT" ever since the dawn of my high school life truly makes me feel blessed. I can spell "right" the way it is to be spelled correctly even while being immersed in a big reservoir of CuSo4 solution. It is, after all, just a simple word that doesn't take overnight to be properly spelled. So jocelyn, bear in mind that practice makes perfect. It has never failed anyone - not even I. Kaya mo yan. I know you can do it.For starters... today initiated with me. I woke up this morning having these excruciating sensations surrounding my eyes and the back of my head. It hurt all the more when I suddenly came to realize that I didn't even know since when and why this pain keeps on resurfacing itself every now and then. It's starting to touch the very end of my nerve endings, mind you. Nakakaasar na. I suppose I should now heed joyce's advice to have my eyes checked or risk the possibility of being blind for the rest of my life. (overstatements reloaded)REALITY CHECK: I still would want to see J-hoon Balbuena (kjwan's percussion freak) and Joseph Yeo's (the man with the incredibly broad shoulders) facades (lacking the aid of camera tricks) with healthy eyes. That is to be able to appreciate more the rationale on why my mates, dana and yza are unceasingly swooning over their presence. As stupid as I may seem, I just don't get it, and that is why I'm having my two biological windows checked soon.
(j-hoon and joseph: be ready for me now.)Before I completely forget - I would just like to thank teenoe for that scrumptious pack of Hershey's kisses (regardless of where on earth it came from) of which chocolaty goodness, by the way, I did not munch through single-handedly. Darling, whatever your crises may be, I suppose you can go through all them in no time. If you don't feel like talking about them with us lest publicity might suddenly act on you, fine. We understand. Just pray and the enlightenment you seek for you shall soon find.
RECORD-BREAKING NEWS
Who: Kimberly Ann Naranja and Mary Dana Louise Torio
What: Stayed inside the chapel for approximately 10 whole minutes
Where: SPUQC Chapel (near the Aurora Gate)
When: Friday, July 15, 2005
Why: "we just felt like it..."
HOW, you might ask?
It was teenoe (this is the second time you've been mentioned around here. What's with you?) that urged dana and I to enter the consecrated sanctuary this morning. We wanted to check out what she will be doing since she got in with this "how-long-must-I-continue-to-live?-pwede-bang-mamatay-na-lang-ako?!" look on her face which signaled us that she is either up to no good or she's going to spill everything inside. We finally followed suit.
She stayed in there for a couple of minutes while we were at the far end, examining her every move. What seemed like less than two minutes of surveillance turned to five, and then before dana and I knew it, we were already busying ourselves monitoring the people coming in and out of the chapel instead. The idea of praying never came into our minds that time and for that, Master Edward Brian Sy Beng, we plead for your pardon. We can utterly never be like you who can surmount the weight of being able to busy yourself with prayer in a span of roughly thirty minutes in complete solitude. We'd be dishonest if we'd say that if we were given an alternative, we'd pick two hours of praying for world peace over making fun of people for two hours. We are depravity and sinfulness made flesh, to say the least. But worry not, the treasure of our soul - hindi kami ang pinakamasamang mga tao sa mundong ito na natitiis pang pumasok sa chapel tuwing umaga. There's always this being who, armed with the horribly putrid scent of her underarms ("bumbay-style") and super-immoral ways of living, still manages to infiltrate through the glass doors of the chapel without acquiring third-degree burns and atrophied organs. How does she do it, by the way?
Gayness aside, that 10-minute stay inside the chapel was something. I never would have made it, even if my life depended on it. I didn't like the idea of staying inside the chapel just to pelt God with superfluous entreaties of supplication. Pero susubukan na namin ni dana na sanayin ang mga sarili naming magdasal and be the SOLDIERS OF CHRIST (Reloaded). We wouldn't like to end up being like her brothers who, because of their malnourished prayer lives, ended up sniffing some illegal stuff. Kaya kayo, ____ at ____, masanay na kayong magdasal. Makakabuti yun sa inyo.
LBM (refer to teenoe's previous posts for the acronym's denotation) did not grace us with her presence during our world history class this afternoon. I assume she spent 50 minutes or less attending to her oral hygiene since it is, by all means, totally... unhealthy.
what else has transpired?
- I wasn't able to answer three items on miss caccam's SURPRISE quiz (which did catch me by surprise)
- I finally aced on adding and subtracting fractions (after almost 6 years of keeping on forgetting how)
- I wanted to investigate even more on the obscured persona of miss bengua's irving
- I started to hate AB... (kinokontra nya yung isang research proposal namin and never gave my hotshots the chance to explain about our last option)
- ... and hated LRH even more.
- My best friend invited me for lunch this Tuesday (which is what really caught me by surprise since it is indeed unusual for her to do so)
- I got touched by eka's attempt to spend a little time with me
- I felt the urge to stab someone's neck
- I ate three bars of Snickers before hitting the sack (11:30 pm)
Gosh. It has indeed turned "iridescent" around here. Puro yellow. Haha. How ironic.
And this has been my lengthiest post so far! Kudos to me.
INTRODUCING... CHYNNA'S FANTASTIC FEET!
(makakakuha na ako ng picture ng dancing feet ni Chin soon. *dances to the tune of "feel good" *)
THE REAL LIFE. 3 Doors Down.
I wanted to find somewhere to hide
When I opened up and let those fears inside
I wanted to be anyone else
Only to find out that there's no one there but me
But I woke up to the real life
And I realized it's not worth running from anymore
When there was nowhere left to hide I found out
That nothing's real here but I won't stop now
Until I find a better part of me
I let those hard days get me down
And all the things I hate got in my way
I could've screamed without a sound
I found myself silenced by those tings they say
But I woke up to the real life
And I realized it's not worth running from anymore
When there was nowhere left to hide I found out
That nothing's real here but I won't stop now
Until I find a better part of me
That's out there somewhere
And it can't be that far away
That's where I found myself
And I'll find my way out
That's where I'll find out
(if dana has Joel Madden, I'll have you to deal with then, Benji Madden. You are, after all, too hot to handle as well.)
Why on earth do my friends abhor you, dearest? You did nothing against them. You are not evil, and it'd please me to no end if I would have my uniform autographed by your precious hands. "I won't give up on you, baby!"
the generic generator @ 8:02 PM
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