don't EVER talk to strangers

i had my review again today. it wasn't so bad. i sucked big time at mathematical series, progressions, sequences and stat. i'm sorry to say i've forgotten almost everything mrs dino taught me in second year, except the definitions of mean, median, mode. why is it that i seem to forget [or purposely forget] all the good things i'm supposed to know?

oh yes, i am such a good example to my younger sisters in the lower levels [remember? grade six, ms carandang]. yipee...

bio was okay. didn't know much of the terms, so i got a low score. [ha, why do i even bother fabricating such a pathetic excuse and not just come clean and say i forgot?]

dismissal time. i was waiting for my dad in the stone bench outside the entrance when a girl suddenly sat beside me and started talking to me. at first i was kinda taken aback [more like flabbergasted], i mean, since the cliche "don't talk to strangers" is highly applicable these days. i talked back, since she seemed quite nice. she asked about me, my school, what section i was in inside, you know, bio-data questions. she kept addressing me "po". jeez, do i look that old and wrinkly? she also called me a rich kid upon hearing that i went to shs, which i am not, just to set the record straight. i hate being called a rich kid. makes me sound spoiled rotten by my parents.

anyhow, i soon found out the reason for her apparent friendliness. after the hi-i'm-alex-who-are-you part, she asked me if i believed in the apparition of the virgin mary in fatima, portugal. i said, yes, of course. next thing i knew, she handed me two sheets of photocopied paper. i skimmed it, and i saw it was about the prophecy of fatima. she told me that the reason why she was giving it to me was because she encountered some "bad luck" when she first ignored the message. apparently, her grades "slided" when she didn't pass on the chain letter. chain letter. CHAIN LETTER. would you believe that? you know how i feel about those effing chain letters. i wish they'd burn in the fiery pits of hell, that's how i damn well feel.

*following dialogue is a rerun of our conversation.

me: ohh. prophecy of fatima. alam ko na 'to. matagal na 'to, actually.
mary vynne [the girl's name]: ahh...
me: so, ibig sabihin ba nito, pinapasa mo yung malas sa 'kin?
mary: depende sa 'yo kung gusto mo paniwalaan yan o hindi. [a narration of her "experience" follows]. basta kelangan mo ipasa sa 24 na tao.
me: ahh..so bale nakuha mo yan sa email tapos si-nerox mo 24 times?
mary: oo. kelanga kasi. [again, chain letters are not effing real, okay?]
me: no thanks. [giving back the photocopied letters]

i'm neutral about this whole prophecy of fatima. i know it exists, since people broke down in tears and got all hysterical last year when they read it. i've seen proof of it in dan brown's books. i don't know if i should believe it or not. i believe in God, that's all, plain and simple.

i don't know why i didn't ignore her and just find another place to wait. maybe good manners just dictated me to keep talking to her, since it was a potentially safe area, and people were around. cripes. the whole time we were having that weird conversation, i kept thinking so that's your game? just sidling up to people, then befriending them just so you could pass it on? man, that gives a whole new meaning to making friends.

paranoia struck again kanina. i wondered if she really was a student there, or if she was a holy person, maybe an angel or even mama mary [really paranoid] testing people if they actually believed in the prophecy of fatima. *shudders* needless to say, she scared the bejeezus out of me. she seemed nice enough, but still...*shudders*

*sigh* why can't i ever follow good advice?

written at 3:09 AM

insanely weird trips in the land of dreams

on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your dreams? in terms of weirdness, i mean. ha, if you'd ask me that question, i'd say eleven, or twelve, on the days my subconscious is really on wack. honestly, i don't know where all of it comes from.

want to hear one of my weirdest dreams yet? brace yourself; it's insanely weird. long too, so you might want to grab a pillow just in case you pass out in the middle of my narration.

Act 1 [haha...may pa act 1 act 1 pa ako no? nagfifeeling shakespeare]

Scene 1: my dream starts out in this medieval castle. there were a lot of people, pages and noble people, and princesses, who looked quite harassed and distraught. turns out the reason why was because all of the princesses, except one, were being sent away.

Scene 2: the dream shifts to one of the rooms in the castle. characters: the king, the princess who was left behind, and one of the lady's maids. there wasn't much dialogue. the king was just looking out the window and sighing and the princess and her maid were talking. oddly enough, the maid called the princess donya consolacion. after that, some scenes followed, but they just flashed by like a blur. next thing i know, the princess morphed to a prince, and she, i meant he, was romancing the maid. [aha...the plot thickens...:)]

Scene 3: the dream shifted again, but this time, it was a different setting. i was in the powerstation arcade in eastwood, but it looked really old and the games looked a bit outdated [i mean, there wasn't even that race car thing i adore so much or house of the dead 2/3]. instead of the power card, we were lugging around tokens.

Scene 4: it shifted back to the castle, but it was a cartoon view this time [in scenes 1 and 2, the characters and places were actual people and places]. anyway, the other princesses were back and a party was going on in one of the castle's ballrooms.

Scene 5: back to real-people-and-places view. the princess-turned-prince was carrying the maid in his arms and was taking her to this secluded cottage in the woods. it's not what you think, okay? :) then there was this flash of light and the prince tripped and fell. then he crawled to the cottage's steps and took out his silver knife. in the sand in front of the cottage, he wrote the words do not kill?? in bold red letters that looked like blood [don't know where the blood came from]. another blur of colors flashed by, and next thing i know, the prince was on top of the maid and they were surrounded by pools and pools of blood. grisly, i know.

Scene 6: the prince staggered to the garden and collapsed near one of the fountains. a floating white mist appeared. the prince saw it and sucked in his breath. as he did, a thread of white light from the mist followed the air and soon he was sucking the white light to his mouth. the princesses soon appeared after that on the balcony and they started sucking the white light themselves. a queen from another country and her son the prince appeared and watched the odd event like it was a spectacle of sorts. there was another flash of white light and the prince and princesses disappeared. instead, only one princess lay on the place where the prince used to lie. she was a fusion of the princesses and the prince, dressed in a resplendent dress of blue and silver. her hair was styled like marie antoinette, only her ringlets were orange and silver, alternating ringlets. the queen on the balcony gasped when she saw the princess, declaring that she was fit to marry her son, the prince.

Scene 7: scene shifted to a sort of videogame kind of view, with the distorted and grainy graphics. the prince and princess were in their courtyard and there was a picket fence in the middle of it. in the center of it were four babies [two sets of twins, two girls and two boys]. they were cooing at them and stuff, and decided to name them. they named one of the girls sofia mariella [?????] and one of the boys james [?????]. i think the other two remained unnamed. i really don't know why.

Act 2

Scene 1: at first we were in school, preparing for the band aid. then, it shifted and we were at the mall. hale was there, and people were acting really wild and rambunctious. they were all moving to the beat of bebot by black eyed peas all at the same time and they were drawing speech bubbles in the air all at the same time.

fine.

so, that ends my insanely weird dream. are you still awake, alive and breathing, reader? did my dream bore you to death? or made you laugh hysterically? actually, it's not the first time weird dreams keep popping out, nor do i doubt that it would be the last.

P.S. oh and yeah, ace was eliminated in american idol the night before, but i think you know that already. the last song he sang was that's all by michael buble. *sniffle* made me remember charley and krista and char-char. i miss them terribly.

poor taylor had to decide between the two groups [elliott, kellie and katharine in one, and paris, chris, and ace in another] who he thought was safe that night. thank God katharine's safe. haha..i want her to win, since she's good and really pretty too. :)

written at 9:08 PM

ang saya. napakasaya.

went to get my card today. on the way, traffic was absolute murder, so we rerouted and detoured and took several short cuts. would've taken ten to fifteen minutes from house to school, instead nasayang ang gas at tinagal pa kami. kasi naman, may misa pa yang si erap. hindi ko talaga maintindihan ang takbo ng isip ng ibang tao. ginulo na nga niya tayo at lahat, may nagpamisa pa sa kanya. pambihira, traffic tuloy. eleven na kami nakarating sa school. ang saya. napakasaya.

let out a sigh of relief when i saw my grades. thank you God so so much. yipee...i saw my term paper and learned my score in the english exam. so much to be happy about. :) got the application form for up as well. i don't know how i'm going to get it filled out on time, since i don't even have a course in mind yet. oh well, have to do it, sooner or later. :)

written at 2:32 AM

dull as dishwater, but happy as a clam

it's official. the summer heat has completely gone to my brain, hence the weird titles.

started my review classes today. tracy was my classmate. heee. :) we had math and language proficiency today.

algebra was incredibly boring. boring, boring, boring. oh, i forgot. one more thing. boring, and dull as dishwater. kung wala sigurong aircon, i might have succumbed to the endless drone of his voice and sunk into a boredom-induced stupor. yes, fortunately, it was a male teacher. i sound horribly sexist, don't i? needless to say, almost everything he said did not register in my poor sleep-deprived and fun-needing brain. i was just jotting down whatever he was writing on the board, zombie-like, in my notebook, promising myself i'd take some time to review it again later. i don't really enjoy math, except if miss lagud's teaching. she makes it seem less complicated, dissecting every problem and repeating it until we get it. wahooo...kudos for miss lagud!

language/english was really fun [when was it ever not? :)]. i loved our teacher to bits. she was like a combination of mrs benitez and ms canivel. ang fun and funny niya, and she made the topic really interesting. we were laughing most of the time, and she kept sharing tips on how to get to up. even if we were kidding around, she was still able to explain the topics really well. i had tons of fun. :)

next thursday again, but no more english. *sniffle*

written at 6:10 AM

bee season

i watched bee season [a movie based on myla goldberg's book] last night. it's kind of confusing, so stay with me as i try to explain the movie. at first i thought it was a movie about an attack on people by a swarm of deranged honeybees. weird, i know, but it can happen. turns out i was...not right.

okay..the movie opens showing eliza naumann's surprising ability to spell any word given to her, no matter how complex. as she proceeds to the national spelling bee, her father [richard gere] gets obsessed with helping her win, and is confident that her spelling abilities have become a sort of spiritual channel in communicating with God, a teaching known as Kabbalah.

meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, their family is growing more and more dysfunctional, as each has his own secret to guard. miriam [juliette binoche], haunted by frequent lapses into the past, has grown fond of breaking into people's houses and collecting, magpie-like, trinkets that she is convinced will help her "hold the light of God", a religious concept she picked up from her husband, or tikkun olam, which means collecting shards to reunite and repair the world. aaron, their son, on the other hand, has grown confused of his father's ideas about God and tries to find a way to connect with Him. he meets a mysterious woman in a park, chali [kate bosworth], who introduces him to Hare Krishna, a Hindu religious sect devoted to worshipping the Hindu god Krishna.

so basically, that was the plot of the movie. i know my blog's turning into this one big home reading report that doesn't seem to end, and i apologize for that. haha...with nothing to do, all i can seem to do is watch and critique movies. i just hope i don't run out of good movies to watch.

okay, so back to the movie. i was confused most of the time the movie was playing until the end, when everything from miriam's odd behavior [it was a mental problem] to why saul naumann grew obsessed over helping his daughter was explained. i looked up bee season's reviews on the internet [halatang wala na talagang magawa] and they didn't really receive much praise for it. i think that the movie was divided into too many parts, like eliza and her father's story, then miriam's, then aaron's, that it would become all jumbled up and the viewer would only grow even more confused when in fact, they were already confused by the information overload from the previous scenes.

try seeing it yourself. :)

see the world through a kaleidoscope of colors...

written at 5:32 AM

sweet, sweet sixteen

whee...happy sweet sixteen to me! and to tracy too, my "twin" sister!

i really don't feel like i'm sixteen today. still feels like i'm fifteen...oh well, i guess it does take some time for these kind of things to sink in.

every year, as far back as i can remember, i have always woken up to the smell of sesame oil and misua noodles on my birthday. it's a chinese tradition that my mom insists on keeping, because noodles are supposed to symbolize long life, according to the chinese. truth is i'm not really crazy about it, even if it is quite good.

nice day to celebrate my birthday, huh? maundy thursday...don't know if i should be sad or happy. in fact, on my actual birthday, there was even more reason to be, because i was born on a good friday, exactly one minute after jesus died. i came during a time all catholics were mourning, new life amidst, well, not new life. my uncle once said they were hoping that i was going to be born on april 15, easter sunday, para masaya raw, hindi malungkot.

we didn't really celebrate much today, since all establishments were practically closed due to their observance of the lenten season and most of my family members were out of town. thank God tempura [one of my favorite restaurants] was open, so we had lunch there. i love the food there. my parents let me order anything i liked. yipee...one of the perks of being the birthday celebrant is they give you anything you want, since it is your birthday and it only comes once a year. well, almost everything.

then, to wrap up everything, we went to church to hear mass. after that, had the stations of the cross then went home. pretty simple, i know, but could i really ask for anything more? :)

written at 2:26 AM

where's the justice in that, eh?

the day started out as usual. woke up at 8:30, ate a mcdo longganisa breakfast while watching jack on star movies then proceeded to spend some thirty minutes in front of the computer, doing nothing but checking out people's blogs and looking up the harry potter and the goblet of fire script on the net. after waiting some ten minutes for the home page to upload, my patience wore out and i decided to abandon my attempt and watch some good old television instead.

there was nothing good on either disney channel, cinemax, hallmark, hbo or star movies, three channels which i usually just choose between to watch. so i channel-surfed some more and found a movie that piqued my interest in cinema one. it was ipaglaban ako, the movie 2, starring carmina villaroel and some other minor filipino actors. it was about this nanny [carmina] who was wrongly accused of kidnapping her five something charge, a seemingly autistic child. the truth was the child ran off on her own accord. meanwhile, belen [the nanny] was taken into custody by the police, who, instead of informing her of her rights [makes you think of the shows wherein policemen would handcuff people and say 'you have a right to remain silent..anything you say or do will be used against you in a court of law...you have a right to an attorney...blah..] physically, verbally, emotionally and sexually abused the poor woman to make her 'sing'.

need i say i was aghast the entire time i was watching the film? made me think that there must be a lot of people in jail who really are innocent and had to go through hell just because they were used by some people to save their behinds. justice is indeed blind...it only sees those who can give it money and turns a blind eye upon those who are poor. cripes, if that's so-called justice, then we might as well forsake all ethics and decorum.

this sort of thing could be happening everyday. we just don't know it. people like her go through hell just for the truth to be told and for the wrong to be righted. bravery isn't dead after all..

written at 10:46 PM

a not-so-vacation vacation

*pardon the title. i couldn't think of anything else.

we just got back from our annual pe family outing and i'm dead tired. got carsick on the way back, even if i did sleep most of the time. don't worry, we got home before the scene got ugly.

while the outing was bitin, i at least got to spend time with my family instead of the tv, computer, or my books. so we checked in to taal vista hotel to spend the night.

we didn't really do much, just swimming and checking out the local restos, so no beach or sand, just the chlorinated blue swimming pool in the pool deck. while we were there swimming, something weird and really unexpected happened. so there we were, swimming away and splashing about when this little girl [who by the way kept shrieking daddy! daddy! daddeeee.... cripes, you could've screamed at the monotony of it] went up the pool's stairs without the lower part of her swimsuit [it was a two-piece]. we thought, you know, it just got swept away by the water [like in the movies...home alone 2], but no...she had another agenda in mind. she squatted at the edge of the pool, and well, i'll spare you the details. i'll just tell you that we ditched the kiddie pool asap.

so basically, yeah, that was it. swimming all afternoon then we headed to gourmet's for dinner. food wasn't really good, i had to practically force down my supposedly creamy carbonara because i didn't like it that much.

today was just as uneventful, just breakfast down in the lobby [yummy...pancakes, croissants w/butter and jam, fresh fruits...and lots more] then running around in the grassy slopes outside with my cousins and sister. took pictures of taal lake, then a little vanity moment for ourselves. after that, we went back to our rooms, cleaned up, goof called our uncle just for fun, raided the bathrooms for freebies, then checked out.

na-bitin talaga ako sa outing namin. one day lang, tapos wala pa kami masyadong nagawa. *sigh* we don't really go home to the province and if we do, it's only around once every four years or so. we also don't have the ancestral homes that most of you have [you know, the ones with windows na capiz, i think and the wood's kind of embedded on it], since, well, my ancestors aren't really from around here. i wish we had one though, somewhere near the beach, 'cause that sure beats the chlorinated swimming pool by a long shot. anyhow, i could always visit palawan, boracay or even maldives in my dreams, right?

ha. wishful thinking.

some pictures might follow.

written at 12:58 AM

gateway!

today was a really fun day because finally, i got to do something else for a change instead of bumming out and just watching tv and spending "quality time" with the computer. went to gateway and spent a wonderfully fun-filled day with nicki, keishia, koko, jescia, apa, ces, and jill.

we had a blast at timezone, where the time spent there simply exuded media violence. we took out zombies and dead people come to life in the house of the dead 2 and martial arts people in another martial-arts related game [don't know what it's called] with guns. duh. anyway, even if it went everything ms galicha taught us in media awareness, it was something i tried for once and sickeningly so, i kinda enjoyed seeing all those things taken out and beaten. we also car-raced, something i'm mediocre at but something i thoroughly enjoy. i'm just wondering if you really have to keep turning the steering wheel right and left to stay in one direction. well, just musings of a confused mind. oh and yeah, ms galicha would've positively glowed with pride if she had seen the ride nicki was on. completely non-violent and relatively, i mean, completely safe. how much harm can you possibly get from a yellow-pink-and-blue contraption that gently swayed from side to side in tune to a nursery rhyme?

*warning: next part may contain spoilers [if you ever intend to watch the movie,
that is.]

well, the icing on the cake, the cherry on top of our fun outing was when we watched moments of love. now don't think any of us swooned and were na-kilig when we watched it. in fact, we weren't even supposed to watch it. we were supposed to see either ice age 2 or she's the man, but jill "suggested" that we watch the movie, so we did. we wanted something new for a change, so a pinoy movie it was. truth is, i'm really not much of a fan of pinoy movies [i sound really unpatriotic, i know] and i almost don't watch them. i've watched around three movies in the past three years. truth is, there's only a select few pinoy movies that are, well, worthwile entertainment. there are times that it contains too much drama and crying, kaya nakakaumay panoorin.

moments of love was pinoy cheesiness at its finest. the movie contained really mild [and quite shallow] humor and it was utterly predictable the whole time. we were able to guess most of the situations and turn-outs [is there such a word?] in the story. to me, the plot was unoriginal, seemingly taken from good foreign films, with only slight modifications. the movie was like a remake of somewhere in time [jane seymour and christopher reeve were the actors] and the love letter [campbell scott and jennifer jason leigh], especially the love letter, where the two people [one present, one civil-war time] communicated with each other through an antique desk, not a phone, like in moments of love. despite that, it was fun watching the movie because we got to criticize it. well, more like panning it. we were giggling when no one else was, and positively guffawing at the last part, because we thought it sounded funny when the old lady professed her love to her late fifties sweetheart, who was, i think twenty-four years old.

we went to fully booked after to browse at some books. didn't see anything i liked, and besides, i didn't have enough money left [most went to the arcade] so i didn't buy anything. i had to leave after some time, so i said good-bye to nicki, ces, koko and jescia. we planned to meet again in may and watch a movie marathon.

seeing them today made me miss them more. hope we have more of these outings.

written at 5:55 AM

summery summer

it's the fourth day of summer vacation and while i think it's a bit tame after third year [nakakapanibago e...i mean, wala akong ginawang kahit ano right now], i'm really enjoying the heaps and heaps of R & R i'm getting.

currently spending a lot of time with my sis and my younger cousins. there are just the four of us girls, and two other boy cousins in our mother's side so we're pretty close. we've [the four of us] named ourselves in the wackiest, craziest and weirdest ways, like four knights from the round table [as usual, being the eldest, i get to be king arthur], the four founders of hogwarts in harry potter and the four witches in charmed. don't ask, i know it's weird.

my days have so far fallen on the same routine. wake up. eat. computer. tv. eat again. computer. tv. sleep. wake up. eat. sleep again. haha...i think i'm going to get fat from all of this.

i miss my friends. it's been just four days, i know, but i've grown accustomed to them being there with me everyday, and now, well, they're not. i even miss school, and my teachers. i know i've been grumbling about too much work and late nights, but now, i kinda miss it.

anyway, i won't be bored for too long. i'll be starting my review classes and my mom said i could study piano and violin again, in up this time. can't wait! she also said i could study swimming as well. we might even go on vacations in between. yay. :)

written at 7:17 AM

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