it Sucks to be

crap
you learn much much more outside the classroom.
and i assume everyone knows that- i mean at least those who proclaim themselves authorities of the classroom should know that. but why do we all have to enter class?

'cause we should. for now

but learning is much more fun outside the classroom.
and i assume everyone agrees on that- i mean

crap.

quizzes to take
reports to make
topics to research
websites to search
fencing bouts to judge
auditions to face
lines to memorize
costumes to sort
cds to burn and re-burn
soundtracks to rip
dvds to watch
shows to stage
teams to build
laws to internalize
court cases to study
slides to view
accounts to tally
fil texts to re-read
history to rediscover
an einstein to be
spongebob to thank
old friends to meet
some physics to explain
personalities to understand
faces to tolerate
crap to handle
some real change to hope for

all in due time.

lisnin to merrily we roll along. thanks gigo
sortof readin ads announcements
feelin kinda sleepy. it sucks to be sleepy, sleepless and crap

market! market!

marketing is like a science. i think

marketing is like feeding a baby. you have to know what the baby wants then you give him the nourishment he needs. my two-year old cousin is very hard to feed right now. and he compensates by giving everyone a really sweet kiss or a really cute smile. but he ain't eating anything except a particular pizza stick snack, a particular cereal, a particular flavor of yoghurt, a particular spaghetti and a particular chowking. he got tired of cheerios and i don't blame him, but he has to eat. i'm just a concerned cousin. he'll need it for golf

marketing is like calling big ass and small ass companies to sponsor for your org. it is real fun at the early parts but wait till you get to the follow-em-up parts. but it is well worth the experience and they're right- you get to learn

marketing is like selling tickets or shirts or donuts or anything worth selling. it is fun to read how cello's and c2 are doing good in the market right now considering how bad the economy is and how poor everyone feels. i mean, don't you always see trash bins full of red or yellow or green c2 bottles and people carrying orange boxes all around? those people are good

marketing is like going to an audition for a musical or a talent pool. wish me luck

lisnin to the tonight show
sortof readin malacañang press releases on monday being a holiday
feelin kinda relieved

sup-Er

wow. there are a lot of things to do, it is so cool to be this busy. unlike some parts last year. me likey

long tests and quizzes have been bearable lately and my outlook towards previously crappy subjects are now getting more positive. smile
a good example is psychology where i recently shared this super beautiful poem that reminds me of gradeschool periodic academic assesment tests, where for every subject [even science or math] we would be asked to write a story, make a diorama, compose a song about topics aside from the usual objective-type questions.

Practice Makes Permanent

practice makes permanent
and permanent is fun
'cause memory ain't perfect
but it gets the job done

permanent is fun
'cause then you could answer
all tests, all questions
given by whosoever

from accounting to bio
from theo to psych
you face tough stuff
you don't have to like

but you have to know them
or else- a sad F
so you study or cram
'til there's no more time left

so that is when practice
gently comes in
knowing that knowing
is best so you'll win

that A or that prize
or stuff you set your eyes
and since you remembered
since you paid the price

you may also forget
but no need to fret
once you practice and practice
you'll never regret

all those cues, those techniques
to strategize
all those notes, those terms
you memorized

and then you will learn
many cool things by heart
thanks to memory, to your brain
understanding shall start.

i can still super clearly remember those p.a.a.t boxes, which had to be neatly and most creatively wrapped your way, containing materials such as recycled magazines, modelling clay, popsicle sticks, glue and whatnot for our p.a.a.t projects. projects that we have to do within the one and a half hour alloted time for each exam. six years plus plus ago

but i have to work on law, though. badly
and i have to start on accounting. immediately

blueREP rehearsals have been real tiresome but fun. costume parade number one just concluded. but i have to work on my other orgs as well.

goodays lie ahead. peace be with me

lisnin to the once on this island soundtrack. i love love the human heart song
sortof readin first-in first out and last-in first-out and other accounting choochoos
feelin kinda hopeful

feD up

dirty finger
always ready

pissed
sick
annoyed
irritated
crappy
would you please shut the

inhale
exhale

feeling better now

dirty finger
clean

fully awake
good God

it's like palaMan

said that lady on the mrt to her lady friend, referring to that particular kind of dust that spreads on your shirt when you attempt to wipe it off. i was laughing with myself after hearing it, 'cause she was right. certain stuffs are annoyingly like that, they spread when you attempt to wipe them off.

woke up late again today than planned. actually, i did wake up on time then grabbed some siopao for breakfast then went back to my room supposedly to be ready for the bath. but no, went back to sleep and like my do nothing philosophy, i did nothing against it and slept. until 11, i was supposed to be in school at 9

for nstp's hopefully last session. but since i went back to sleep, i found myself hurrying up to be on time for law21 midterms. good thing i was just on time for an okay test. most of my answers were correct, it is the defending them part that i will lose lotsa points. i only used 1-4 sentences for each 10-point question. and the fact that my pen ran out of ink by the first hour didn't help. good thing i wasn't attempting to lengthen my answers then.

and the nstp session? well i learned from carina at cello's that our coordinator cancelled it. woohoo, the do nothing philosophy works! at least for today, huge smile on my face

also was hanging out with blockmates from my new legal management block. actually, i'm the new one in the block and i'm not really doing a good job catching up on things about them, but i don't really have to so i shouldn't mind. most of them are fine, but i miss my other blocks. i had 4 blocks [a piece of trivia i posted in strains during tambay week] last year. that biology block, the 2 management engineering blocks [one for orsem, one for the two sems] and the legal management block. wow, i know

that's what you get for doing course-tours... which reminds me of intarmed at UP manila. i read earlier that they're renovating the philippine general hospital with 1 billion pesos. years ago i totally thought it needed lots of renovating but i never thought they would. now they will and it is good news

good news like the 12 finalists on that world challenge by bbc and newsweek. they're so cool, one makes clothes out of only organic materials, one uses chillis to prevent elephants from attacking their fields, one uses cooking fat as bio-diesel, and one is from the philippines. one reason why the news reached me. but you don't have to go and vote for the philippine finalist you guys, like what everyone is telling you. it's good enough you're reading good news

at a time like this

lisnin to defying gravity, and rent [everyone seems to like everything from rent, but i only am liking certain songs]
sortof readin world challenge finalists' stories
feelin kinda Good

filipino and Loving it

woke up an hour plus than planned but still made it on time for blueREP rehearsals. today is quezon city day and so we had no classes. we did rehearsals at mahar's with gino and kakki and ren and everyone else.

sorta sang into the woods, which was not at all easy
sorta finished choreo for we dance, which was fun

then watched st louis loves dem Filipinos.
which had songs better left unsung
which had lines better left unspoken
which had house rules better left broken
which had a really cool story

that left me a question: where does bulan go after death, to our heaven or to his nine-layered heaven?

surely no one knows, but for the purposes of the story [a phrase the storyteller loves to use], where?

the three-hour musical was a very good attempt at putting original Filipino musicals on the map. highly because of its material- the philippine reservation at the 1904 st. louis world exposition and everything and everyone around it.

a very good attempt, and i must say a timely one, at reminding us of who we really are. sino ba kayo? was entablado's question, it is this very question dulaang UP was asking. at least i think so and i'm glad enough i was still able to watch it [they extended the run], thanks to kakki. kenneth and ren were there too

and all of us think some songs were too sad and sleepy. there were songs that you could remove from the libretto and still understand the story, and more importantly, shorten it to a more tolerable two-hour show. but no, they have their ways

we just have to sit through and wait.
almost midnight, just got home late.
do something great

lisnin to once on this island
sortof readin somweek updates
feelin kinda hopeful for tomorrow's law21 midterms

things i learned

just recently:

1. always reheat calzone before eating one
2. a migraine ain't so bad
3. there is magic to do
4. brown sugar is still the best
5. food ain't about taste, it's about experience. otherwise, we'd be eating salt or sugar or soy sauce all the time
6. it is ok to pay with a student's discount even if you only save a peso and a half
7. rmb stands for raminbi and it's far stronger than the centavo
8. i miss yogurt
9. acting is dangerous 'cause everything happens for the first time
10. the facial wash ain't in my bag
11. pappu's car is named buttercup
12. marching bands are noisy
13. really holding a gun requires practice
14. there are still Chinese who bind their feet
15. law21 midterms are harder than expected
16. no other newbie seems to be hanging out at strains
17. it is going to be a busy weekend
18. the maid CAN cook real good chopsuey
19. the first few lines in into the woods took me forever to master
20. they extended ...and st. louis loves dem filipinos
21. some koreans love tinikling
22. caf-up eclairs ain't so bad
23. the girl who sings new philosophy from you're a good man, charlie brown is the same girl who sings defying gravity from wicked
24. ads is helping out on this inquirer seminar with fishballs on its poster
25. i am a cluster liaison for mea docs
26. charmie and liza and gary and milky-white will also be taking pappu's buttercup tomorrow
27. it takes not just one to tango
28. i need to hit the beach
29. kokomo IS the title of that beach boys song
30. why we tell the story
31. an obligation is assumed to be joint rather than solidary, unless otherwise stipulated
32. psp is cute
33. cough and colds and a terrible terrible headache will never be a good mix
34. guacamoli is the word, NOT wakkamowli
35. i can't seem to carry a good conversation with too witty people
36. one CAN change the world
37. there's a new south korean prime minister
38. enola gay is the mother of the commander of the bomber of the city of hiroshima of japan
39. enola gay is the name of that bomber
40. oompa loompas not hoompa
41. gateway's got good affordable furniture
42. more and more and more lines
43. cost of goods sold
44. a migraine is bad. i need to sleep

lisnin to my thoughts
sortof readin kokomo
feelin kinda sick

we Dance alone

they dance alone, said sting. or was it bono
in a really soothing, sorta eerie sort of way

just a nuance in my media playlist. a list filled of songs about people, love, whatever then all of a sudden someone reminds me that they do dance alone

that kid who wondered if he could have my yellow face towel earlier, by the overpass

those rallyists chanting "oust oust arroyo" in a guys-sing-along-with-me-cause-my-beat-is-really-cool kind of way, in front of gate 2.5, slowing down traffic allong katipunan

those Pinoy minors showcased in cnn for being unjustly detained behind bars along with old convicts, suspected criminals and self-willed pedophiles. showcased. for the world to see

that chocolate factory worker in that gk village at lagro who we in t1 interviewed for nstp

but don't we all dance alone. i mean to paraphrase kate monster from avenue q, everyone's a little bit alone sometimes. everyone's a little bit marginalized sometimes. everyone's a little bit different sometimes.

but not everyone seems to acknowledge that fact. and we go continue living our inconsiderate lives with our stoic faces. and we do not stop. 'cause why should we

we do admit we're all humans, but if we all admit we're all similar in more ways than one, then maybe things will work out better.

one good thing that is the same for everyone maybe is that yes, everyone is different. race, religion, gender, age, addiction, motivation, favorite tv show

and before i end this litany, let me place here that school is fun. tihee accounting quiz was easy but i flunked it thanks to having no clue what cost of goods sold is for periodic accounting. but the long test results were okay, thankies. i also realized i gotta spend more time studying for law21 midterms. i'm supposed to be meticulous with details, i tend to overlook them this time with law, crap. but i'm working on it. so with psychology's memory chapter with our group in charge and asian history's new projects on china and world war ii and filipino's bonus points [worked on 3 already, woohoo gotta look for more bonus points] and memorizing pre, alle, parry, repose, passe for refereeing in fencing. inhale

exhale. rehearsals are fun too. the ever-so-kind gino is teaching us we dance, rain and lotsa other songs while the ever-so-"thank you"-or-"God bless you" macky is giving us lotsa acting workshops for our roles while the ever-so-curly-haired vica is giving me reminisce-scihi-and-our-love-for-the-cebuano-dialect moments. inhale

exhale. i dance alone. i miss dancing at vudu or those student gov't disco parties at the gym back in high school, where we have to clean the entire gym after hours of carefree dancing.

dance with us

lisnin to some golf tournament on espn. i want to drive
sortof readin gmail conversations and at least 30 yahoo messages, only for one single day
feelin kinda good really but not satisfied. content but yearning for more. weird, this is what you get when you miss a lot of good people, a lot of good things

practice makes permanent

kakki is right on that one!

that is why rehearsals are fun





but post-rehearsal dinners are fun-er


i like it.

lisnin to robots. cute movie, better than shark tale, tihee
sortof readin Gaspar Aquino de Belen's Pasyon, and its context
feelin kinda high, from merlot and this coffee cake from some gateau. california red wine never tasted this strong
oops, those pics are from ren's blueREP's pic site

man, it's Raining

just turned midnight
just got home from this thing with dear friends from high school. catching up on what everyone has been doing lately and on the latest about everyone's romances. sweet

before that
was dinner with blueREP. lots of blueREP people, and shakey's was going mad with all the stuff we were doing. strains people were there too. fun

before that
was blocking rehearsals for blueREP. my body was real weak thanks to sleeplessness, but i, along with joms and fiel and some really good manongs, managed to sorta help out pappu's friend whose car's battery got discharged or something. the weather didn't help. tough

before that
was this talk on ricky lee's contributions to filipino art and culture. quite interesting by the way, considering how everyone there in that forum seemed to be merely forced to listen, or at least be there. interesting

before that
were classes, which were filled with me being real drowsy and hanging out, which were filled with games of bridge and bluff and camwhoring, at strains' place. cute

before that
[and including this day]
were wet and slippery and humid and wet and annoying and sleepy and wet days

it's been raining
but the Big Boss is real good.
it wasn't raining on that short walk to the condo where my bed awaits.

me sleeping is a waiting

lisnin to the sound of palm fronds being blown by the wind from outside my window
sortof readin mea documentations' minutes of first meeting
feelin kinda sleepy, a busy weekend draws near

new aveNue

make that avenues.

who would have thought garlic pandesal and hazelnut chocolate would be so good together.
who would have thought avenue q is this cute.
who would have thought strains is this fun.
who would have thought gino the musical director would this be animate-y.
who would have thought filipino would bother me this much.

yes guys, you should try it. especially nusica hazelnut chocolate. it's got the right creaminess and the garlic pandesal from rustan's has this right aroma that reminds you of pasta.

yes guys, you should grab a copy of avenue q. i got mine from tricia and they're doing the highlights sometime in november somewhere through repertory philippines or something. i remember seeing its broadway ad from somewhere and one of the cast members was right when he said the show's got really neat messages expressed in a never didactic way. fun too, with songs that say the internet is for porn or that you can be as loud as the hell you want [when you're makin' love] or that somebody's not wearing underwear or that everyone's a little bit racist, my favorite. bitingly true and slaps you on the face but it's ok 'cause you're laughing anyway. they should bring it here in the philippines, the entire show not just highlights.

yes guys, strains is fun. although it gets corny at times, but what group doesn't? the point is it is so much fun and it's just the hanging out part so far. i finally learned how to play bridge today, goodness. i never understood it before when t1 used to play it at the zen garden. met other strainers, and just rolling along. can't wait for the rest of o.d, of strains.

yes guys, rehearsals with bluerep are also fun. gino is so cute when he stresses a point or when things don't sound right or when he moves his hand and feet and eyes and mouth and everything. yes everything. that is how animate-y he is, you wonder where he gets all the energy. macky, the director, is real insightful too and helps everyone out making it a really cute learning experience. everyone else is so inspiring too, awww.. hehe the SMs the core the everyone. such fun

yes guys, filipino is totally annoying me [sci10 is too but the airconditioned room makes it less annoying]. i just don't get it why i have to wake up so early for some class about texts. although i have to admit our prof is good, and some texts are good an enriching, and some things that we do are sorta important in my cultural growth and development, [listen to yourself, karl]. but i totally am not motivated. crap, try harder karl. do

lisnin to there's a fine fine line, avenue q soundtrack and blue revue songs
sortof readin elements of a short story for this filipino paper
feelin kinda relieved but still a bit worried about filipino. gotta do this paper. crap crap

story facTory

interestin, much like mangoes

commuting ain't the sweetest thing in the world, what with all the stoic faces or the occasional grin, but it still is sorta conducive for sweet thoughts

like chocolate
from a waterfall, on a river, inside a stupidly wrapped golden tin foil, or between pan de sal. sweet, i know.

shang was unusually full today, thanks to the chocolate factory. the last time t'was this full was star wars episode 3 with my bro and tito bong. i was a bit tearful on that cinema earlier today, surrounded by kids screaming die die die and eating their popcorns out loud.

but then, came the hoompa loompas. and they started to really get annoying, especially when they sorta mimicked that good band queen. but the squirrels were cute and highmore was convincing. now, i have to meet tim burton. or maybe i'll wait first for the corpse bride.

you gotta catch the movie, and also beyond the sea. kevin spacey can sing! it's like ray only brigher and without the cocaine.

anyhoo, gk bitaw at payatas was moved to next sunday today that's why i was free for the movie, which convinced me to grab a bar of dairy milk chocolate after.

and yesterday, well yesterday was cute. you see, t1 found a way to stop from waking up at 6 in the morning just to go to amparo and break this huge pile of wet soil and place them in sacks for nstp. t1 found musmos at 9 in the morning, not 730. but the sleeping disorder in me told me to sleep more and, remember "do nothing", slept till 10?

well doing nothing paid off, and iya sent this message saying they cancelled nstp and musmos. woohoo. the Big Boss loves me

He sure knows i can't wake up early after sleeping late the previous night thanks to bituin escalante as asaka. you guys, she totally rocks in Once on this Island. and we only paid half a thousand for orchestra seats thanks to our lack of punctuality. but it was totally fun even if we missed the first few minutes. getting there thanks to jepoy and the bluerep gang was fun too.

totally, even if i had to endure all the harsh realities nora aunor's himala movie showed me. i had to for bonus points, and it took an hour more than expected. thanks to that, i missed strains ga, ads training session, blueREP rehearsals and law21 makeup classes on extuinguishment of obligations. but watching a ricky lee movie ain't so bad. sure is better than fantastic four or spidey2.

three days full of stories. stories that can be summed up on this essay i found from mcsweeney's:

THE SHORT ESSAY THAT CONQUERED THE PLANET
by Tim Carvell

It started quietly. The writer finished the short essay and sat back, pleased. He sent it off for publication, and the essay was distributed into the world. A few people read it. They showed it to others. Others began reading it. Soon, they noticed changes: They felt younger, more alive. Their warts and blemishes disappeared. Their reproductive organs swelled. Their hearts were filled with song.
They began to tell others about the essay. Soon, the essay was being copied—emailed around the world (with an appropriate copyright fee always, always being sent back to the author), and placed on websites. It was tacked up in offices, schools and churches. It was read from pulpits and from podia, and from the balcony of the Vatican. It was appropriated by a columnist for the Boston Globe.
The essay was set to music; it became an opera, a play, a blockbuster film. It became a well-reviewed ballet, and an avant-garde production at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, staged by Robert Wilson, with music by Tom Waits—whose music seemed happy for quite possibly the first time ever. The essay became the shortest piece of writing ever to receive the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. It went on to win the Caldecott Medal, the Nobel Peace Prize, and the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. Then it swept the Grammies.
Miraculous reports began to trickle in: The essay had closed an unclosable wound. It had brought peace where there had once been strife. It scratched the places that could not be itched. It tamed lions.
Word of the essay spread to other lands. It was translated into many languages. Relief organizations stopped shipping food, and began simply dropping the essay on blighted areas, which miraculously revived. The essay created droughts where there were floods, and floods where there were droughts. It converted water to wine, and vice versa. It partitioned those parts of the world that had hitherto been thought to be unpartitionable. It sowed peace and love. It raised the dead and smote the wicked.
After months of planning, the people of the world, at a given hour on a given day, all stood in the streets and read the essay aloud, in unison, billions of voices mingling into one as the essay soared out into the heavens in a fantastic global murmur. The heavens parted and the sun shone on the entire world at once, in a cataclysmic expression of joy, and all animals were given the power of speech, and all humans were given the ability to fly, and the unicorns returned.
The writer beheld all this and smiled. "This," he thought to himself, "is a fine beginning."

fine.

lisnin to explosions. my tito is playing battleships, unwinding after making this real cool program you shoud catch on the thirdByte site. an enhanced font viewer
sortof readin the onion, "Report: Our High Schools May Not Adequately Prepare Dropouts For Unemployment", and the economist's diversions
feelin kinda well-rested. good heavens

jack On

yeah
it is nice to be insensitive at times. nice

after long test, make that really long long test, last tuesday, [4500 net loss, fingers crossed!]
i found out that i got the role of jack, as in jack in the beanstalk,
the dim-witted jack from into the woods. such fun

i found out that i got in strains too. woohoo along with isa, cattski and sabz.
fun people, but i can't make it to the GA this friday. tssss

i found out that i did poorly in the filipino and sci10 tests. crap, C+ was the highest score in fil class. goodness. and i missed the surprise quiz after the sci10 results were distributed because i had to go out for our history project.

wednesday, 1oam. real real low moment for me, after knowing my fil and sci10 scores and that i missed that sci10 quiz and that there's one item missing in our history project and that i didn't get accepted in strains [i didn't know that aids was just messing around with me, he's a strainer].

you see, our lit teacher used to tell us about hubris. this greek belief in high and low moments. in other words, that life is a wheel, there are times when you're up, times when you're down. cliche, i know so let's stick with hubris. it sounds cooler

so there. but by 1030, my spirits were up again. back to the normal me, woohoo
i wouldn't miss a good night's sleep for nothing.

life is good again
and i remember how nice it was waking up to the sight of flowers even after just 3 hours of sleep
and i remember how nice it was to have two 25 centavo coins on your pocket so you don't have to grab a bill from your wallet
and i remember how c2 tastes better than the iced tea they sell at the caf even if it is now a peso more and even if c2 aint that healthy
and i remember how cute my paskong mea card is even if i haven't had the guts to drop it yet
and i remember how nice it is to prepare your own breakfast, not the usual way where you just pour milk on a bowl of cereal

i've been freaking out lately cause carissa has been quiet about tomorrow's show and i sorta promised at least 10 people for loge seats.

i just found out she had to be admitted to the hospital for kidney infection. again, according to her cousin. what a relief

i mean, ofcourse i was worried of her health and all but i was more worried about her giving up on this noble thing. cause i remember this conversation that i'm not sharing and it is kinda complicated so let us leave it at that.

whew. and even if all the rain water come crashin down on all of us tom, [it did earlier today, twice!] i know things will turn out right and

nice. God is good. He is. but even if He isn't, He still is my Big Boss and deserves all my lovin.
and oh. i need some lovin

certainly not from a cow. please

lisnin to the science of lance armstrong, an encore presentation, sunday on discovery channel
sortof readin kay tu fu na makauunawa sa hindi ko babanggitin sa mga taludtod na ito by benilda santos, which is my entry for the fil dep's literaturas y figuras timpalak. partly for bonus points
feelin kinda anxious but calm. magic to do makes me calm. strange

long Taste

the media player is about to finish its second run-through of my 1 hr 45min long playlist and i am still awake. close to 3am.

considering that i woke up at 3pm today, not bad. but hey, i slept at 7am. yup, had to finish this project for a "client". that's what i get for postponing and postponing. sleepless nights and sleepy days.

my health is deteriorating. my hands seem to shake all the time. my vision is getting blurrier and blurrier. but i haven't felt any better!

cause everything seems to be going right!

except ofcourse a few things, accounting included. and later today we get another 3 hr-long taste, i know it would taste a lot better this time. 6-9pm once again, right after and during our first blueREP music rehearsals. i'd also find out later if i made it to strains.

but before that i gotta sleep.
but before that i gotta recollect.

my weekend was Loaded. even if we had no classes today. actually make that because we had no classes today. after waking up at 3 in the afternoon, i had to buy materials for asian history and for filipino's letras y figuras. i was carrying this huge illustration board around shang. i didn't know 30 x 40 inches would be that big. and then it rained.

it rained on me. i decided not to wait in the really long line for the cab so i opted to take the jeepney. having been able to save some moolah for not taking a cab, i was happy on the ride home until i got to the corner near the condo. and then it rained.

and rained and rained and rained. cue thunder and lightning and some really strong wind blowing

with a huge board, lots of don't-get-me-wet materials and an umbrella, i waited. but the rain never stopped until i got home and eventually started working with what i had to work on. until now. there's a psychology report to prepare for, due next week. two contests for mea. a bonus points contest for filipino. an accounting long test. and an increasing number of "clients" for this friday's show.

now i rest. inhale. exhale. not a bad long weekend.

lisnin to prince, U2, sting and the jackson 5's ABC, 123
sortof readin improv games for the psych report and jekki's stuff on marketing
feelin kinda not ready. maybe i just need sleep. make that kinda eager