Sunday, August 27, 2006
(Really) Good Friday
Everyone's panicking. My make-up's practically melting and I'm having trouble with my costume. Less than an hour to go before the start of the show, and we hadn't practiced with full costumes, lights and sounds yet because we're busy with the make-up and lapels. Then it's too late, because people from various sections and levels start showing up to watch us.
And I am nervous like fuck. Me to Deo: "I have to pee!!!"
It's showtime. Which includes: someone forgetting his lapel, another forgetting his lines, the sounds conking out for some weird reason.
Nevertheless, WE WERE AWESOME-TACULAR BABY!
Let me explain from scene one. This week, all the sections (including mine, III - Potassium) presented their chamber theatre adaptations of the Indian epic Ramayana. My class was scheduled for Friday. I portrayed the evil queen because evil comes so naturally to me (diba Arienne? LOL!).
After my scene, I left the stage laughing my butt off at the mayhem and headed to the back of the auditorium where I got to watch the rest of our play while handling the lights. My verdict? Is obvious. I swelled with pride as I watched the audience cheer like crazy when Jules emerged in his deer costume, as the fellas kicked some major ass in the fight scenes, as Angel delivered the last scene so touchingly, as Chanchan waltzed out, every bit the Fire Goddess -- proud na proud yang tatay mong si Alfer! Hahaha =))
The end was the highlight of my day! I was so nervous because I thought we'd get deductions for the technical difficulties. We quieted as we listened to Sir Alfer's comments, which can be summed up in his last statement:
"I have lots of comments, but they're all positive."
And we got 100 out of 100! *rock fists* Even though they didn't need it because they were so great themselves, we "avenged" Sodium wahaha =)) Thanks for the support, you guys!
I'm sure I've said this a million times before, but I'm incredibly proud of Potassium. The play was a product of good things: a cast so hawt that the promotional posters got stolen (hahaha), hours and hours of practice, and a super-dedicated director. While everyone was great, we totally owe this to Direk Honey because she went through some major hell for this presentation. Thanks so much! =)
In my fuchsia Indian top and evil queen make-up, I headed to the grandstand where I had free KFC for lunch thanks to Dea (Happy Birthday!!!!) and served as a "waitress" to the rest of Adelfa (bagay sa outfit!). Even though I skipped ComSci for it, you're worth it Dea wahaha! Alabshoo!
The rest of my day didn't go too well. I messed up my Math long test again (it's really making me depressed) and in the last hours of the day...I...said something really stupid in a game of Truth or Dare. Angel, Deo and Honey, DON'T SAY A DAMN THING! Huhuhu -___-' It...just...slipped...out...gaaaaah. Me so stoopid.
Of course, I was still smiling on the ride home. And why shouldn't I? Potassium rocked the house! In addition, I had, after an entire year of bored crushlessness, developed a crush. Ahahaha!
In Alabang Town Center, I met up with some Zobel peeps. Quite a delightful surprise! Shame I had to leave because it was Mom's birthday, but she cancelled the dinner and I got to relive old times with the guys and gals I miss so much =,) Jammoe and Micmac also gave me some really good advice about my guy problem -- man, the wisdom of Zobel! And Kalalz, sorry 'di ako nakareply ulit kanina! Would you believe nawalan nanaman ako ng load? Haha, you're a curse upon my cellphone mehn!
Simply put, today was a very, very good day, despite my Math booboo. I'd totally go through it again (only if I did, I'd make it a point to never initiate that stupid little Truth or Dare game. FELLAS, WALANG LALABAS!).
Saturday, August 12, 2006
A better way to spend Wednesday and Thursday nights
Take American Idol, and then remove all the things I hate about it. End result? Rock Star: Supernova.
First off, I hate Idol contestants like Kevin Covais and Scott Savol. On Rock Star, everyone's cool. Even jackasses are cool. Even Zayra Alvarez is...tolerable. I really don't know how they do it, but on this show, it's amusing when someone's being an asshole. Performance night definitely compensates, because 90% of the performances are good or awesome, compared to 30% of Idol performances (and that's usually because Daughtry is performing). Every week, I feel bad that someone has to go. I certainly wouldn't mind if Supernova up and decided to have ten lead singers instead (granted Zayra isn't one of them).
Secondly -- the judges, the judges, the judges! Those guys are the best. Jason Newsted (Metallica) is so awesomely multifaceted, Tommy Lee (Motley Crue) is hilarious and Gilby Clarke (Guns N' Roses) is the perfect foil to Tommyhawk's antics. No reptitive comments here, dawg. They have never ever described someone's performance as "pitchy." And there's irony in the fact that they're rock stars but they don't act as inebriated as Paula Abdul. Not that I'd mind if they were smashed, though.
Then there's the issue of the elimination process. Instead of cutting the contestant with the lowest votes, the bottom three of Rock Star have to perform, then Supernova will decide who to cut. It's way better because you can't complain. There's an explanation for everything, unlike on Idol where they just leave you hanging.
Best of all, this show has introduced me to some really fantastic music. Through Rock Star I discovered Live, a band I didn't think I would like until "I Alone" and "The Dolphin's Cry" came along. (If any of you know other great Live songs, let me know!) Other awesome discoveries? Stone Temple Pilots, Radiohead, K's Choice, Jefferson Airplane, the list goes on.
My only regret is not being able to catch Rock Star: INXS, because my brother said that all the performers were amazing, but at least I have a DVD of the highlights. Call it pluggage, call it silly fanaticism, but if you guys haven't seen this great show yet, I urge you to start watching ASAP! If you're thinking of checking out some performances on YouTube, I recommend "About A Girl" (Nirvana) and "High Road Easy" (Sass Jordan) by Dana Andrews, "Plush" (Stone Temple Pilots) and "The Dolphin's Cry" (Live) by Magni Asgeirsson, "Losing My Religion" (R.E.M.) by Ryan Star and "White Rabbit" (Jefferson Airplane) by Phil Ritchie featuring Jason Newsted, if only to catch Jason act so adorably after the performance -- yeah, "adorable rock star" is an oxymoron but you have to see it to believe it.
Oh, and my predictions for the Top 5? Here, in no particular order:
1. Magni Asgeirsson
2. Dilana Robichaux
3. Lukas Rossi
4. Storm Large
5. Toby Rand
[Rock Star: Supernova is aired every Wednesday and Thursday at 8:00 p.m. on Star World.]
Saturday, August 05, 2006
It's God's way of saying...uhh...
The first thought that popped up in my head on Saturday morning upon waking up was, "OWWW FUCK."It felt like someone had just sliced open my stomach and then sutured it without any anesthesia. The pain was practically immobilizing. I lay there helpless for about thirty minutes, browsing through new text messages, and finally got up and turned on the PC to get started on my requirements.
Leaving for the bathroom, I had a strong urge to vomit from all the pain, but I couldn't make myself do it. Perhaps eating would ease the stomach ache? No, I couldn't make myself eat either. As minutes passed, I could feel my body temperature rising. Great. The world's worst stomach ache and a fever?
I was gone from the PC for a while because I had to lie down before I passed out. When I came back, I saw a YM from Castro and chatted for a while before the nausea overtook me. So I typed...
J.C. Cruz: oh god i feel sick
And then I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. Upon returning to the PC...
J. Carlo Castro (8/5/2006 11:01:01 AM): what'd you do?
J.C. Cruz (8/5/2006 11:03:06 AM): sorry i just vomited
J. Carlo Castro (8/5/2006 11:03:14 AM): eww. i didn't need to know that
I'm sure neither do all of you, but this HURTS LIKE FUCK. The timing is horrible, too -- I planned to study the whole day today. Instead, I got horribly ill and wound up spending my day in bed, being a pain in the ass to everyone else in the house because of all my whining and groaning. Everytime I had to walk, I'd be like, "auuuuugh owwwww!" On my bed, I was a writhing mess that whined "guuuuuuh aaaaagh" every so often.
Proof that horoscopes aren't true: I checked out my Saturday horoscope, and it said "Thanks to the stars, you lighten up -- in fact, you feel so light that you're practically flying!"
Oh, the irony.
I know my frequent absences from school have become an issue, but Jesus, if you guys only knew what this felt like. Trust me, I truly madly crazily want to go to school today. Problem is, if I did, I'd be dead by Chemistry.
So what's with the title, you ask? I've been stumped this whole day trying to find a reason why God would let this happen to me. I'm a staunch believer in that God lets things happen for a reason, but today I really can't find any. Hopefully though, He'll let me get better tomorrow so I can study.
Of course, just because I'm sick doesn't mean I can't laugh. I checked out Gino dela Paz's blog and saw this:
"Brangelina's baby will have a tough time in school. Shiloh Pitt, after a little creative wordplay, is Piloh Shitt."
HAHAHA =))
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Apply directly to the forehead!
If I were to describe the current state of affairs in The Life of J.C. in one word, it would be "messy." Of course, I've always been messy. I'm like Cristina Yang, only I'm a hell of a lot dumber.J.C. Rants in Numeric Sequence:
1. The rain has the shittiest timing ever. It's gone when I want it there, and then it shows up RIGHT AFTER SCHOOL, just to piss me off.
2. I can't seem to shake off my cramming mechanism. Ergo, my grades aren't looking anywhere near what I want them to be.
3. Okay, not really a rant here, but I have a confession to make: I lied. (I'm sorry, Sir Nat!) In our Math quiz, there was a bonus item where you take the name of your crush and turn it into a typhoon name. For example, if your crush's name is Mary Jane, you can write, "Bagyong Marijuana." Or something like that. Anyway, I've been crushless (Eric Dane doesn't count =P) and bored for over a year now, so I decided to write the name of some random guy in my batch with a name easy to convert. I was really desperate for bonus points---if you've seen my Math grades, you know how badly I need bonus points.
As it turns out, Sir Nat took those names and used them as our codenames for when he posted our Math grades for the public to see (and laugh at). So Pisay peeps, if you figure out which one is mine, just remember na hindi ko crush yan. (Gusto ko lang asarin si Maan M. wahahaha).
[ETA] 4. I lost my wallet. ;___; That's the ultimate testament to my dim-wittedness and early-onset Alzheimer's, although it's not really an aberration because I've lost three cellphones and countless wallets before. *sigh*
Even worse news? Forgetfulness seems to be contagious, because Deo, JK, Rhey and some other people have lost their wallets this week too. (Lucky Deo found his though. Damn youuu!) Either that, or someone's going around stealing people's shit. In that case, STOP STEALING STUFF YOU SYPHILITIC DRUID. I want my wallet baaaaack! I know I sound shallow, but right now I feel like I lost a part of me.
If you guys have seen a black compartment-zipper-thingy with some Bic ballpens (2 blue, 1 red, 1 black) and a Marithe Francois Girbaud wallet containing P1300 and an assload of barkada pictures inside, pleasepleaseplease give it back before I get an aneurysm. If you do, name your reward--I can treat you to lunch or do your English/Chemistry/STR homework for you or whatever (but believe me, asking me to do your Math homework is a death wish). If you don't, I'll make sure to haunt you in the afterlife and pull down your pants in public when you're not looking. And then I'll turn Hindu and pray that you get reincarnated as a septic tank. And then I'll steal your wallet...no I won't because stealing is bad.
5. My brain has a short half-life! I can practically feel myself getting dumber and dumber as time goes by. I have an inconveniencingly short attention span, and, as I mentioned before, the memory span of a goldfish. Every day, I forget something. And during lectures, when I understand a lesson the way I used to do back in first year (i.e. without having to ask someone else to explain it to me), I'd be all, "OH MY GOD! I actually understood a lesson? Wow!"
Tragic, I know. Like, I've never had any alcohol because I believed people when they said that alcohol kills brain cells, but now I'm coming close to thinking that I might as well drink because my brain cells are dying on their own anyway. Yeah, that's how stupid I'm becoming.
(Don't worry though, I'm not going anywhere near alcohol.)
My friend Miggy has the B-E-S-T LJ icons ever, so Mege-phloque, I hope you don't mind if I borrow a couple for this post. People, this is how I feel right now:
And this is how my brain cells act inside my head:
(Hahaha dalawa na lang yung brain cells na natira sa utak ko)
I wish there was a roll-on stick you could apply directly to the forehead to make you smarter. Which brings me to my next topic: the Head On commercial, also known as the most annoying commercial in the universe. (Okay, lame and contrived segue, but you gotta admit it's creative. LOL.) Click here to view the commercial.
Now, I would have hated that commercial, but click here for the perfect remedy--the greatest commercial parody I have ever seen. (It's funnier if you watch it while you're stoned...of course, I wouldn't know that >=D)
If you can go through watching those videos and not have the sentence "Apply directly to the forehead" play in your mind through the next twenty-four hours, I swear, you're superhuman.
