Monday, November 20, 2006
What I could have done but didn't, what I shouldn't have done but did, and what I'm glad I did (all in one day)
Friday was..uh...revealing? I don't know what to call it, but I liked it. You know those one-on-one conversations where you talk about whatever comes to mind? I had a lot of those today. Bonding moments :) I never get enough of those!
I found out that
Jarelle is now going through the same phase that I was a week ago. Like, you can't really react to anything. You wonder if you're depressed but you know you're not, but still, you have the feeling that something's...missing. And you're not quite sure what that something is.
We wondered if it was PMS, but we were both not the kind of girls who experience PMS. (My brother has PMS more than I do.) The mystery remains unsolved, so we spent the rest of the time in front of the STR unit (
Ellie, traumaaaa!!!) talking about our respective lives. Would it be wrong to say that I'm moderately jealous of you? Haha. And DIBA HOT SI ANO? Oh yesss =)
Something happened, which I'm really too embarrassed to talk about, but it gave me a very, very strong sense of "Oh shit, I shouldn't have done that." Dear God, I wish I hadn't. I never will again! I feel so guilty. Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Of course, I just couldn't help myself. Me to people: "Waiting makes you crazy!"
Ma'am Paccarangan is liking me less and less. I feel bad about that too. And jeez Ellie, thank you very much for instilling in me a fear of the "monster!" I didn't think much about it until CS when I was crimping the cable and I felt someone's chin touch my shoulder.
NGYAAAAH!!!
I have a song for you, Ellie and people who fear the moon/"buwan" (the dark moon):
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore..."
Although a more appropriate lyric dor people like us would be:
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Paskorus practice helped me recover just a little bit. And when I say "recover," I mean from the traumatic event that happened at the STR unit that I still feel so guilty about. (Though I wish you'd understand that I didn't enjoy spending my ENTIRE lunch period in line, thankyouverymuch. Still, I'm sorry!) Rhey didn't help though. Darn bully. Regarding the monster -- Paskorus practice just made things worse.
[Paskorus is an annual tradition in Pisay where each section competes against the others in a choir competition. This year, we all had to sing "What Child is This?"]
Potassium originally did not plan to join since we had some issues and whatnot, but at the very last minute, Sir Alfer pressured Ada and company to join and they dragged all the rest of us down with them. (Magnesium: "Na-uto niya rin kayo?") We had one day (ONE DAY!) to practice, and at the most inopportune time for me, too, since my recent bout of colds had ravaged my throat and left my voice sounding "freeeeaky," as Ada would say. I have a soprano voice, but my "freaky colds voice" made me defect to the alto voice range for a while, until I realized that there were few sopranos singing, so I went back. Throughout our whole "major general practice" I was coughing like crazy, and gradually getting paos.
"What child is this -- cough, cough -- who laid to rest on Mary's lap -- cough cough -- is sleeping..."
Natawa rin ako dahil sa boses ni ano. He's a walking sablay. While singing I was making "See what I mean?" faces at our conductor, Angel. And she made "Heh-heh yeah I know" faces back. Bwahaha. Then I made "RARR MONSTER" faces at Ellie.
While taking a break we took shots at wrecking Crystle's happy childhood. >:D She had this book, "King Midas" or something, and the characters were drawn as "bears" (or so she said). Deo said they look like rats.
"But why don't they have any ears? Bears have ears!" I said. "Oh I know! It's a seal!"
I got a collective "ngeeeeh" mixed with laughter in response. Yah whatever dudes, Ada thought it was a duck. =P I'm sure it's a badger, but never mind.
That day, I realized that most of the things I talk to my friends about are variations on "Tell me about the people in your life." I hardly ever talk to people about music since my taste in music is simultaneously eclectic and unrelatable. Unless you read
my Friendster profile from top to bottom, or unless you mentioned liking one of these artists and I said "Me too!", I'm sure very few know that I like Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, Billy Joel, The White Stripes or Prince. I'm also sure that few know I like every genre of music except for reggae and new wave. (Ugh.) So I decided to try out this novel topic.
I started with JK. "Mahilig ka ba sa music?" Hehehe. Hey, I didn't even know whether he liked music or not. As it turns out, he's into emo bands (HAHAHA) like Fall Out Boy and Taking Back Sunday.
It's so amusing to tease people about being emo, because everyone I've told that to vehemently denies it. Telling people that they're emo is like telling them they have herpes. =))
Reactions I've gotten:
Jimpo: Yuck noooo!
JK: Hindi ah!
Deo: No way!
[censored]: Shhh don't tell anyone!
(Anyway, JK pahiram ng Fall Out Boy ha =D)
Then I talked to Angel about music. Haha, ABBA =P And Yellowcard! I didn't have the heart to pull the emo card on her, so I was like "Ah okay!" then I finally revealed that I don't really like High School Musical. It was cute, but it's no Wicked or Rent...not even Hairspray! A few days before we were reminiscing about cheesy late '90s bands too, like Aqua, Vengaboys and the Spice Girls. Man, those were the days! I'm only 16 but I'm getting nostalgic.
Paskorus itself was okay. We weren't spectacular, pero wala naming sablay (except for...you know). Paul told us all to smile, so I was smiling while we sang -- actually, it was more like half-laughing because of the voice of you-know-who. He was screaming the lyrics eh! But when I looked left and right I was like, "Why am I the only one who's smiling?" Haha. Awkward moment. =P
My day ended with a kwentuhan with Gippo, who is the best guy for kwentuhan sessions since andami niyang alam na chika! We didn't exchange tsismis today though. Instead, he told me about his situation. Sheesh, I feel like my timing sucks in everything. x___x I should have gotten sick and gone studious next week! (I spent my free time at the library making up for missed assignments.) Maybe I'm that kind of person, but I couldn't help but think, "What if I was there? Could I have done something?"
And I don't really know. I feel like I could have. Or useless as it might have been, I at least would have stood up for them, that much is certain.
What I wouldn't give to turn back time. Though if I did, I'd do Friday exactly the same. (Except for "the thing that happened," because I feel so bad about that. I'm SO sorry!)
