Monday, June 26, 2006
It's Krypton for the anal-retentive.
I had a particularly good day today. Man, I forgot how great it is to just let loose and laugh. For once in my life I can rest assured that God's on my side, and I feel paranoia-free and fantastic!
Nicoli challenged me to a race of sorts today. For lunch, I had a lime-flavored Koolee and five pieces of my favorite chicken nuggets, and he had a piece of pork chop, about three cups of rice, and a big jug of water. The race? Paunahang makaubos ng pagkain. I was like, "No, I was kidding!" but he was totally serious about it...so I beat him. :) That was some funny shit right there, though. Koolee nearly came out through my nose because I was laughing so hard XD Nicoli sure is a funny thing!
It reminded me of that time when Ian, Jape, Kathy and I had a race to see who could finish our Koolee the fastest -- most of us got brain freeze LOL!
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Natawa talaga ako dito...Kim was telling me about one of her classmates in III-Mg (that's III-Magnesium, folks) who mistook the chemical symbol for something else.
Tao 1: Ano section mo?Tao 2: Mg.Tao 1: Ano ibig sabihin ng Mg?Tao 2: Manganese.ZOMG LOL!
I'm totally going to use that if someone ever asks me about the chemical symbol of my section, K (Potassium).
Person: Ano section mo?JC: K.Person: Ano ibig sabihin ng K?JC: Kalcium.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA bobo.
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LOL Eda, lookie what my bro had to say about
him (pinakita ko Friendster pic nya):
"He looks like a beaten-up Django Bustamante with a salad bowl for a forehead."
SHET PANALO! =))
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And lastly: I was feeling nostalgic so I decided to dig up one of my favorite YM conversations, involving me and two ex-Atenean guys. Funny in bits, sad in others (we were all so hung up on our crushes back then, my God!), but this, I think, was the best part ever -- one of them talks about the other's seventh grade faux pas:
I asked [him] grade seven, "are you heterosexual?"And he said, "of course not! im not gay!" hahahahahahaha!Good times, good times. :)
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
She's a Killer Queen
We Opalloidz (JK, Weeecoli, Dosdos, and yours truly) have established ourselves as back-of-the-classroom slackers. Of course, I look weird in EngJourn class because there's literally no one in front of me (nag Physics pa kasi kayo eh!).
Speaking of EngJourn, I wanna switch electives
*sniffle*. I'm not having any fuuun --- these past meetings have just been Araling Panlipunan revisited. I mean, fuck it, I went and joined this elective so that I can
avoid this Filipino and AP crap, and it's come back to bite me in the ass. Tomas Pinpin? Plaridel?? La Re-bulshet-acimiento (whatever the hell it was called)??? Holy Elterible, I don't give a flying rat's ass! Unsurprisingly, I got a near-failing grade in my first EngJourn quiz. I wish I'd applied for Advanced Chemistry or Problem-solving Physics instead. :'-(
It's been two weeks, but the
Potassium jokes haven't gotten stale yet. Just earlier I proudly proclaimed to Sir Chris, "I'm J.C., and I'm a Pota!"
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In other news: I hate Physics 2. There's an assignment every effing day, and I lost my protractor. Those vectors can go fuck themselves.
We've got our first JS Prom this year! Ma'am Duallo-David is dangling bait in front of us -- everyone who has a date gets plus points.
By the way, I know someone who wants to ask Jakey (JK) to the prom wahaha =))
Lonely heart nanaman 'tong si Roioioioi, o. But I'm so proud that you're mature about it. My little boy is all grown up (and learning the guitar)!
*sniffle*And...hoy, Future Ex-Boyfriend Micmac! Pwede ba outsiders sa prom nyo? It's party-crashing time, bebeh! Kung pwede ka sa prom namin, no single girl is off-limits, you not-so-accomplished-but-enthusastic flirt =)
P -- for party!A -- for all night long!R -- for reefer!T -- for "turn me on!"Y -- for............why not?Haha =))
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Day One (Masaya magpakabobo!)
Sorry I was late in blogging this, I'd already made a similar entry in my friends-only LJ.
Sooo...first day? Okay! There's not really a lot to write about, but I'm feeling a lot happier than I did a few months ago. Potassium would take some time to really gel, but doesn't every section? At least we're fun right off the bat, even with our lame and overdone Pota jokes. I'm relentless -- mga anak kami ng Pota! (Does that make Ma'am Bawagan our Mother Pota?)
By the way, Kimmy, don't mind her na -- she doesn't mean a thing. I feel sorry for her. At least we don't care about it anymore, diba? =)
English Journalism is apparently not as easy as I hoped it would be. Sir EngJourn Teacher, if you were deliberately trying to scare the crap out of all of us...you did a fantastic job. But really, I'm sure he's much nicer in person. Just scary as hell in class.
Our other teachers are okay. I was hoping we'd get Sir Villavert for Chemistry, but now, I'm happy we have Sir Felix "Darna!" Generalao -- the perfect mix of fun and smart!
*happily does Chem HWs a week in advance*We have Sir Alfie (I'll call you Alfie, it's my favorite Bacharach song) for English. I still can't get over the Evil Queenishness of him strutting around the classroom with his fan, and how Morticia-like his eerily pale and bony frame is. Uh, Sir, there's this thing called "sunlight." Maybe you should check it out sometime. =P
Natawa kami sa signature nya -- at first glance, it reads "ASS."
Me to Kim: Hahaha! Your homeroom adviser is an ASS!
...Sorry, I couldn't resist. -____-'
I actually thought he was a girl at first (Juniors Re-Orientation)...we were seated meters away, and I had to squint to see who Potassium's English teacher would be. Then I thought, "That anorexic chick dresses like a dude." When I was writing down the teachers' names in my notebook, I didn't catch his, so I asked Hannah, who said it was Alfred. "Her name is Alfred? Now, that's messed up."
Anyway. What's up with "Masaya magpakabobo," you ask? Well, it's true! I discovered it while talking to Arienne. Basically, the gist is to let yourself go and learn to make light of your imperfections. Long, long ago, I used to be an intellectual snob, and in effect, perenially miserable. Now, I'm a happy idiot! I love
Densa! I won't let anything below 2.5 ruin my day!
Now, I'm not saying I will giddily slack off on all responsibilities, because then I'd be digging my own grave in PSHS. My point is, I've learned to embrace the fact that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed -- and I'm still smiling.
Like they say, "Ignorance is bliss!" =)
Monday, June 05, 2006
Flowers and a Red Crayon
Ever get that feeling where your heart literally starts hurting, like it's about to explode? The kind of pain you feel right before you start to cry?
Angge's
"The Red Crayon" (which you can find on her LJ) made me feel that pang, and Angge, I am so proud to have known such talented people like you and everyone from Zobel. It's a great story, if I haven't told you already. :)
So I've been reminiscing about the good old La Salle days lately, and reading about The Red Crayon made me realize that, well, La Salle is
my red crayon. Green crayon, really. I loved that green crayon, and it brought a lot of joy to my otherwise colorless life.
I'm not saying that I don't like the black crayon. Actually, I view it as a ballpen -- entirely different, and not as fun as a crayon, but it opens the door to a lot of opportunities.
I may not have the green crayon anymore, but I'll always have that lovely, half-colored Winnie the Pooh picture in a golden frame in my heart. Youth is fleeting, but memories are forever. :)
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Yeah, I know. If you didn't read the story, my post sounds like I wrote it while I was on crack. But really, it's special to me, as are the beautiful people of La Salle. In closing, I will place my lengthy
Evergreen post here. It was originally written for my secret special LiveJournal for the people who are special to me (if I give you the link or add you as an LJ friend, you're special to me ^-^), but these people deserve a mention on all my blogs. Here goes the lengthy "Thank you" speech:
Lari, who is the Meredith Grey to my Cristina Yang, the James Wilson to my Dr. House, and the Seth Cohen to my Ryan Atwood (you were always the smart one), thanks for always being a positive and happy person. You're awesome and smart, and you bring light to every life you've touched. Live long and prosper!Miggy, Mister Mathematics -- irresistibly fun and super smart! Every time that Will Smith video "Gettin' Jiggy with It" airs on MTV, I'll be thinking of us and our stupid little Jiggy dance. :) Vicky, to me, you are definitely the ultimate, overachieving, super-friendly, musically gifted Supergirl. Keep kicking butt there at DLSZ! "Who's that skinny kid who looks like Micmac? Oh my God, it's Micmac!" Hehehe. Future Ex-Boyfriend! It's amazing how you are everyone's shoulder to cry on. You are the future Dr. Phil, and the day you get your own talk show, I'll be the first person to line up for front row seats. Kalalz, sorry for all the years I've picked on you, because for all you are, you never deserved to be my personal insult dartboard. I hope you know that I never really meant all those gay jokes :P I also hope that you get to read this because I really am sorry for being such a bully, and I think that at your best, you represent all the good things about being a Christian. *sniffle* :,-) Roi, you're like the weird little alien brother I never had, and I mean that in a good way (if there is one). It's only with you that I can have the weirdest conversations and still make sense, and have four different text conversations all at the same time. You know I'd gladly sing your praises to your Dreamgirl (*wink wink*) until she finally says "yes," because beneath all your peculiarity, you're a great kid. PUTAHE NG INA MO! \m/ Notnot, even though I've been picking fights with you around 4th and 5th grade (remember when I gave you the finger and you told Ms. Naputo? OMG LOL!), I know you're a good guy and you're destined for great things! Remember: with great power comes great responsibility. Of course, that's not something you have to worry about because you're perfectly capable of both. ;)The Askalz, who will always be my favorite dysfunctional family, thanks for all the good times. And everybody else, because you all rock: Laurs, Marga, Cath, Pielle and Powie, all smart plus pretty, y'all rep-ruh-zent girl power!; Crazysexycool Angge, no music, no life!; Hsoj, the cool, hilarious, stoner dad that I never had -- I will look back on all the "high times" we've shared and just laugh and start to act high again; Ate Norms, the ultimate mastermind, the Vince McMahon of DLSZ, if you ever become the head of WWE Creative, or design some major-selling video game, I will sit back, laugh and say "I knew it!"; Iskosis, little guy with a big......heart -- haha!; Kat, the original bandana girl, you were always the cool and stylish trendsetter; Sexy Sophie, ever so fabulous and brilliant AND FORGIVING HAHAHAHA; Jero the German Janitor, and original inventor of my nickname, Janjalani; Jam, the Reese Witherspoon of high school: pretty, smart, talented, and gracious about everything thrown your way; Ever-humble Samgee, you are more than you think you are. Keep rockin'!; and Papa Joe Fabian, who opened up a can of whoop-ass on lazy ol' me and taught me the value of hard work -- next time I slack off, I'm going to remember you, and I will work hard to make you proud. I hope to become successful one day, so I can gather us all up and plan an event a la Mr. Holland's Opus, all misty eyes, sentimental background music and "We are your opus!" Or at least, I hope to visit you in ten years and tell you that you made a big difference in my life, because really, you did. So whenever I feel like Pisay is like some mental military school, or something akin to Stu Hart's Dungeon (and trust me, I do sometimes), I will remember obnoxiously reading verses from Jessica Zafra's Chicken Pox for the Soul to Kalalo while everyone else was working on a Math seatwork, Jiggy-dancing with Miggy, paper chats, morning discussions of Final Fantasy and the WWE with Isko, the Charley's ET chant, sneaking into the CPA theater with you guys to watch live tapings of that game show hosted by Paolo Bediones, singing "Latino Heat" with Isko and "Sexy Boy" with Ate Norms -- and promptly fucking up the lyrics, watching Franma toss and catch Milo balls with perfect execution, the Young Observer gang and how we always picked on...you-know-who (she thinks we're total assclowns, but oh well), ATC gimiks every week, band sessions and making fun of that jackass band instructor, telebabad with Vicky and Sam A (4 hours straight!), the million trips to Enchanted Kingdom and riding the Enterprise for my first and only time, finding out Kat's crush in a dream ("That's so Jeanne!"), playing Pusoy Dos during Foundation Week, red shirts on Valentine's Day, the basketball boys' adding a little something special to our graduation day, and butchering that "Graduation Day" song with Kat ("Graduation day, and we're still as one, graduation day, blah blah blah blah BLAH!"). God. You people get to have fun and take it a day at a time while I'm hanging by a thread every waking moment, hoping I'm not gonna fail something today. You're all awesome, funny, smart and soaring through high school awesomely, the future's so bright you gotta wear shades, while I seem to be in over my head a lot of the time. But Meredith Grey said it best: "Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop." I hope to still be able to see you all in ten years or so, and visit your weddings, and hear how fantastic you all have become, and cheer you on, and mooch off of your successes (just kidding about that last part). Westlife is gay, but I am (for)everGreen. :)
