Friday, September 24, 2004
The Misadventures of Jeanne and Roi
Now if you'll cut it with all the malicious "yeehee" comments, I'll get on to my post. 3...2...1. Done? Good.
Kami ni Roi, good friends kami (kilala ko crush nyan, kayo hindi! Hahaha) kasi pareho kaming malabo. We understand each other, as we are both extraterrestrial creatures. This kid is...weird to send Yahoo IMs to, but it’s fun nevertheless. Good luck trying to understand the weirdness of the Yahoo Messenger session of Jeanne and Roi.
Jeanne: I've gotten better IM's from a drunken monkey
Roi : malamang
Jeanne: drunken monkeys rule!
Roi : yeah!
Jeanne: hehehe labo natin
Roi : syempre
Jeanne: tayo pa
Roi : onga
Jeanne: we rock, cause we are drunken monkeys!
Roi : yes!
Jeanne: yes yes yo!
Roi : yes yes no?
Jeanne: it's time to get ready for a big surprise, you think it's almost over but it's only on the rise...
Roi : mental message via visual contact...
Jeanne: louder than any other...nevermind
Jeanne: hahaha
Roi 2: :))
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Jeanne: hay...la na tayo magawa ano?
Jeanne: kanta na lang ulit!
Jeanne: Masarap...ang cooking ng ina mo
Jeanne: maging pancake sa umaga...
Jeanne: o kape sa gabi...
Roi : e?
Jeanne: diba? foundation week...i2 ung tinugtog ko
Jeanne: kinilaw na kanin sa tanghali
Jeanne: merienda nyo'y sinigang na ubeeeee
Jeanne: kakaibang mga sangkap
Jeanne: kasi ubod ng sarap
Roi : ahhhh
Jeanne: ang cooking ng ina mo
Roi : op cors
Roi : da best song ever
Jeanne: hehehe....it's our song
Roi: :D
Jeanne: :D
Jeanne: ang sarap....ng PUTAHE NG INA MO!!!
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Jeanne: My name is Vinci and I am neat...
Roi : i love pretty girls and i love to eat
Jeanne: I made this rap from my mind
BUZZ!!!
Jeanne: your turn, dimbulb
Roi : kakalagay ko lang
Roi : bobo
Jeanne: ikaw kaya ung UBOBS
Roi : bobubs?
Jeanne: sabi ko, I made this rap from my mind"
Jeanne: tapos di mo tinapos
Jeanne: tanga
Roi : tingnan mo nga
Jeanne: ung ano?
Jeanne: tapusin mo nga un, tangengot
Jeanne: ubobs = BOBO
Roi : ung mga message ko
Jeanne: ano nga?
Roi : hanapin mo yung duktong sa line mo
Jeanne: wala nga eh bobski
Jeanne: I made this rap from my mind...?
Roi : andiyan yan
Jeanne: wala e
Jeanne: ako na nga lang tatapos lintik
Roi : putek!
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Jeanne: sabog ka ba, sweetheart?
BUZZ!!!
Roi : hahahahaha
Jeanne: I take that as a "yes"
Jeanne: ano sinisinghot mo, gago?
Roi : sumabog ako
Jeanne: tang'na
Friday, September 17, 2004
Gone Too Soon
I remember the day I met Christian John "CJ" Coloso, who was, like me, a member of our choir in school, Himig Agham. We had just wrapped up our practice session, and I was walking back to my dorm with a friend, Paula, and her friend from section I-Sapphire. He was a big guy, kinda portly, with chinky eyes, and I decided it was about time that I got to know people from other sections as well as my own.
"Anong pangalan mo?" I asked him.
"CJ. Ikaw?"
"Uh…JC.”"
I laughed, finding it quite interesting that our nicknames were anagrams of each other. CJ seemed like a cool guy. I’m sure he could've been a great friend of mine.
Emphasis on the word could've.
Fast forward to last Monday, September 13. The entire student body was assembled by the flagpole for our morning ceremony (which, unlike in DLSZ, only happens once a week). The winners during Humanities Week were going to be awarded their prizes, and I was pretty psyched to have won the spelling contest and get cash for it. Haha. Returning to my place in line, I was looking forward to Himig Agham practice, having made a new friend in CJ. We stood there as an upperclassman led our prayer, and it surprised me to hear her pray this line into the microphone she held: "Please bless the soul of CJ Coloso of I-Sapphire, who..."
Oh my god, I thought. Please just say he got ill or something, please...
I feared for the worst. In my mind, it seemed to take eons for that girl to finish that sentence, although in reality she didn't actually pause mid-sentence at all.
"...who passed away last Saturday."
Wham. That totally knocked the wind right out of me. I couldn't believe a word of what had reached my ears...CJ had died? This couldn't be happening!
Unfortunately, the news was as real as it could get. Christian John Coloso had died of dengue fever and heart enlargement. Up to today, it baffles me as to how my classmates could go on as if nothing had happened (I was the only one of I-Opal who actually knew CJ on some level). If I had never known him at all, would I be as indifferent as they?
His death, which was on my mind through the entire week, got me to thinking a lot. About life. About death. How could God let someone die so young? And if CJ got one last look at his life before he went on, would he be content with passing away at souch a young age? If he had not died, what could he have become in the future? These questions, among many, linger in my mind to this very day.
Lunchtime that Monday, Paula, who, besides being my fellow choir member, lived in the dorm room next to mine, brought to attention an interesting memory of CJ that happened one to two weeks ago. We were at the PSHS gym, and CJ was filming the entire place with a videocamera he had brought. Like anyone who would've seen him, I was naturally curious.
"Anong ginagawa mo, CJ?"
He smiled as he continued filming. "I’m shooting a video of my life in Philippine Science High School to send to my friends back in my old school."
I guess the value of that footage has gone up by quite a lot now, huh? Wow...that memory was pretty ominous, indeed. God must really have a plan for each one of us, and well, maybe CJ was one of the people whom God wanted to serve as an angel. I suppose God thought of CJ Coloso as one of the better individuals of this world, and wished for CJ to come live with him in His Kingdom.
This Thursday, a mass was held in school in memory of CJ. The body was there, casket and all, but I avoided looking at it as much as possible, not only because of my necrophobia (fear of dead bodies), but because I wanted to remember CJ as the cool guy from Himig Agham that I had the privilege of knowing, not as some pale-faced cadaver behind a glass pane in a white coffin. I shed a tear as his father gave a speech, all the while thinking that even though I had not known CJ very well (and I really wish I'd gotten to know him better), I was still sad about the fact that I was never going to see him again, ever. Why did it have to be CJ, God, why? CJ never made any enemies. He was nice to everyone, and I was getting close to becoming good friends with him. I don’t know many people from the other sections, and one of the few people that I actually do know just...passes away.
Like many of you who like posting lyrics on their blogs (this means you, Isko!), I will, in closing, end my post with the lyrics of Babyface's beautiful song, "Gone Too Soon." Thanks for reading, everyone, and to CJ, wherever you are: I'll miss you, man.
Like a comet blazing across the evening sky, gone too soon
Like a rainbow fading in the twinkling of an eye, gone too soon
Shiny and sparkly, and splendidly bright
Here one day, gone one night
Like a loss of sunlight on a cloudy afternoon, gone too soon
Like a castle built upon a sandy beach, gone too soon
Like a perfect, perfect flower just beyond your reach, gone too soon
Born to amuse, to admire and delight
Here one day and gone one night
Like a sunset dying with the rising of the moon
Gone too soon
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Love...big deal
It's overrated, I tell you, overrated with a capital D. But for some strange reason, love is the topic in trend among the F-C'ers (hey, you can pronounce it as "fuckers!" hehe, just kidding---don't hit me, don't hit me!), so I guess I'll divulge that aspect of my life too, even though I'm not in love.
One of the first opinions I formed in my head as I spent more time in my new school was, "Gosh, wala talagang gwapo dito." Yeah, Philippine Science was definitely experiencing a cutie drought. Andaming cute sa Zobel compared to here. Now, I had resigned myself to the idea that I would never find anyone here who was in the least bit good-looking...until he caught my eye. And all I could think was, "wow." Smart AND adorable...heh, miracles do happen! I'm not telling you who he is, though...only myself and my friend Arienne know, and I plan to keep it that way. =)
Right at this second, you might be jumping to conclusions and thinking, "uy, may crush na si Jeanne! Yeehee!" but I regret to inform you that he isn’t my crush. Arienne and I were discussing it one day in the dorm, actually. See, I was confused, teetering on the line between "yes, he is my crush," and "no, he's not." So I asked my friend and roommate Arienne to define what a crush is so I could decide better, and she explained that her perception of "crush" is someone you're strangely attracted to for reasons beyond the superficial; someone who twirls your heartstrings like spaghetti on a fork, even without knowing it; one who can ignite feelings of jealousy and/or sadness within your heart just by hanging out with an individual of the opposite sex (and if you find out that that person has a significant other, your heart breaks). Wow, lalim. And totally not my situation with Musikero (my codename for the guy in question).
He does'’t even know who I am, and I don't really know him that well, either. I saw him once hanging out with a girl who had her arm around him, and I didn't feel jealous. I mean, he didn't look any less cute then, and that was all that mattered as far as I was concerned, shallow as it sounds. It's just that my face lights up and I get all giggly and smiley whenever I see him, and there's nothing wrong with that, is there? I'd often beg Arienne for us to walk the longer way around to the next class just so I can pass by his classroom and catch a glimpse of him. Haha, evil me.
Musikero isn't my crush, but seeing him can instantly brighten my day, and you know, I'm happy enough with that arrangement.
And I can't wait to see him again. =)
Friday, September 10, 2004
In gorier detail
This issue, I will discuss in full, boring detail last week's spelling bee. Hey, it's my blog, damn it. I have every right to bore you as I so please. But in my opinion, it's a story worth sharing. Hope you think so too, guys! =)
(Taken in actual, unedited context from my own diary. Note that "JC" is the nickname I'm known by in Philippine Science High School...just so you don't go wondering "Who’s JC?" later on in this entry.)
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September 2, 2004
And finally, something good happens after all the shit I've been through lately.
It's Humanities Week here at Philippine Science High School, and I was chosen to represent my class, I-Opal, in yesterday's spelling contest. Guess what? I WON!!! Thanks to my "coaches" Ian, Arienne and Jasper, who, despite frustrating mispronunciations of certain words they tested me on, helped me to get ready for this whole contest, I bested seven other contestants, and YEAH! Score one for section Opal!
You know, it was pretty exciting for a spelling contest, if I may say so myself.
"Unscathed." The first word for the easy round, and a real piece of cake. And I would've gotten it, too, if it weren't for the goddamn timekeeper who forgot to ring the f'ing buzzer for the go signal. Other contestants jumped the gun and got away with it, scoring a point each for their respective sections, while I who angrily complained to the host about it was told to "pay more attention next time." Motherfucker. What else could poor JC do but grin and bear it?
I breezed through the rest of the easy round, and regained advantage during the average round. There was this one word that my friend Ian asked me to spell when he was reviewing me (he mispronounced it, but that's okay): "laissez-faire." Thank God he tested me on that, because that very word was asked during the moderate round, and I was the only one to get it right (I excitedly yelled "IAN!" after they announced it as correct).
Now the difficult round...that was really something else. Most of the words were guessed wrong by every contestant (myself included, LOL). "Ukase," "zwieback," "deleterious" ---what kind of freak uses that jargon in proper sentences, anyway? Jeez. Alright, back to story. In the end, it came down to a tie between me and section Sapphire's representative. I was nervous as hell, and with good reason: this guy was good. Real good. I could tell right from the start; he stuck out like a sore thumb among all the other contestants, and I knew he'd be my biggest competition. I got especially anxious when I'd glance sideways to catch him nodding and smirking after a word was pronounced, completely confident of his knowledge of that word's spelling. It was now the big tiebreaker, the clincher round between him and me. And I felt that I didn't stand a snowball's chance in hell against him. As politely as possible, I told him "good luck," although I was the one who needed it.
Like in the difficult round, we both didn't get the first few words of the clincher's five. Then we found luck with the third word, "raffish," but unfortunately, we both got it---so that doesn’t make much of a difference, does it? Mid-contest, some guy screamed "We love you, JC!" (I later found out that it was my classmate Don) from the audience. Awesome...I have fans! Haha =)
My opponent and I got the fourth word wrong, too. Finally came the last word of the clincher round. We were neck-and-neck; it was now or never for the both of us.
"Acquiesce" was the final word, a sure-shot hit for me since my roommate Arienne had just tested me on it in our dorm room on the morning of the contest. I grinned at her to signal that it was in the bag, then I looked over to my right to see my co-competitor nodding to himself. Again. Uh-oh. It looked like a second tiebreaker was in order.
The entire audience stood up and, as quietly as they could, leaned closer as we raised our boards, silent and anxious for the answer. Glancing sideways to read his spelling, I was surprised to see he'd spelled it as "acquiese.” Looked like there was going to be only one winner, after all. Question was, who was it gonna be?
Was he right? Was it I who was incorrect? We all waited with bated breath to find out.
"A-C-Q-U-I-E-S-C-E," the quizmaster read out loud, and the whole place erupted in cheers. Before I went back to my seat in the audience amidst the excited crowd of students, high-fiving and shaking hands with my newfound "fans" (LOL!), I stood up and extended my hand to my opponent, Jiano, who I readily admit, put up a good fight, and we shook hands as a show of sportsmanship.
The experience was awesome, and quite thrilling for a spelling contest. Cool, yeah.
Monday, September 06, 2004
The Top 30 Things I want in a guy
Just a little something I cooked up on one of those moments when I was bored out of my wits.
Disclaimer: This list is NOT to be taken seriously, comprendo? And by the way, I'm not looking for a guy right now, thanks for asking. It's just for fun.Here goes!
1. artistic
2. soft-spoken
3. kinda shy..."
torpe", if you will
4. hangs out mostly at the coffee shop or bookstore
5. intelligent
6. handsome/cute/adorable/hot
7. quirky
8. funny
9. preppy style
10. non-smoker
11. non-drinker
12. not an animal lover, but cares about wildlife
13. a decent conversationalist
14. tall (5'8 and up)
15. nice teeth
16. preferably brown eyes
17. well-defined cheekbones
18. cute smile
19. slim
20. clean, well-scrubbed look
21. dark, slightly rumpled hair
22. likes music
23. fluent English speaker
24. not too touchy-feely
25. charming
26. loves fast food
27. appreciates fine dining
28. open-minded
29. free-spirited
30. unique
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Humanities Week, high school, and all the shit related to that
Crap. Crap, crap, crap.
No offense, but the Humanities Week of Philippine Science High School just…sucked. Boring, yes. Pointless, yes. The only highs of this week were winning the spelling contest (yeah, do I rule or what? LOL) and getting a cool second place in the Kilos Awit competition. The rest…eh. It did nothing for me. I loved Foundation Week in De La Salle Zobel (who wouldn’t, with the exciting gimmick booths and food stalls selling yummy treats), but Pisay’s Humanities Week did absolutely nothing for me. Except maybe make me even more scared of next week when we go back to regular, stress-filled school days. And, oh yeah, since attendance was required on Saturday, IT ATE UP MY FREAKING WEEKEND (all because of that accursed storm a week ago. Who would’ve thought that I’d resent a suspension of classes so much?).
But what the problem really starts with is: Philippine Science High School itself. For pete’s sake, man, we’re not all geniuses! Sadly, we are expected to be such, and are forced to keep up with this hectic pace of one new lesson per subject per day (consider yourselves lucky that you haven’t got it as bad, my Lasallian friends!). Oh, the pressures of the people’s scholar.
And they say first year is the easiest year in Pisay. Ha, ha, ha, nice euphemism.
As bitchy and pissed off as I was when I started typing this post, I hereby end it. Au revoir, until I post again. In a better mood, hopefully.
