Lifelessness

I'm staying

It looks like I'm not going to move after all. The blog layout's working normally again(I think), so I don't see any reason to transfer anymore. Huzzah.

Lots of things have happened. Things I will further elaborate on.

So, Friday was... interesting. It was our Second Intrams, and ours the first to finish amongst all the volleyball games in the gym(since there was one in the tennis court). This is not to say that we won quickly. On the contrary, we lost in, perhaps, 25 minutes(the time was 3:41 if I'm not mistaken). I was already finished changing while some of the groups were still playing. I ran into Mrs. Fajardo on my way to the sports center, and she asked if it was over already. I just replied "Mabilis kaming matalo." True enough. Our only goal at this point is to win 7th. Pathetic, I know.

I wonder if Mr. Asis is going to push through with that greenslip threat? Hope not.

The speed at which we lost and at which I moved worked together to get me to ____ very, very quickly. So quickly that when I got there, people were asking "Ba't ang aga mo?" After a while, I retorted, asking if it was really that weird that I was so early. Then our SC President(who was there) said that it was, and that they'd be leaving me alone in a while. I didn't tell them, but I was really, really happy to be left alone, especially since a whole bunch of people were staring at me. They must've thought I was a sponsor or something. Too bad. I do plan on sponsoring again though... at least one more time. I just hope no one gets whoever I want to sponsor. Thing is, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have some... difficulty with a certain friend... considering that he's got a lot friends who want to sponsor him too. Curse. It won't be as easy as with Filbert, wherein I got Andrew through yelling and threats. Or won't it?

We shall see.

Narration for Friday over. Now, Saturday.

So, I woke up at six, all drained from gaming until two the night before. Ate Tita was the one who woke me. I was actually still a bit groggy, until she mentioned that since Kuya Ricky's wife was giving birth, he'd be absent. At that, the sleepiness was out of my system.

Now, I had many plans that morning. First, to go to Xavier, and second, to go to the faci training for the YCLC thing(which, as I had learned the night before, was at Corinthian Gardens[which context told me was where Stefan lived]).

For some reason, I was still pretty calm that morning. I moved very leisurely, and had a nice chat with Mom during breakfast(you people must eat Bagels with cream cheese and orgasm(no, this is not an ingredient[it actually can't be an ingredient, but this is just to get rid of any ambiguity], you sick, sick sicko[sounds a lot like that slogan{oh wow, I almost typed slogo} for Stick-O doesn't it?]).

Weird sentence(s) eh?

I can now say, with complete confidence, that my dislike(read: hatred) for children stems from my mother. Mom and I would probably be the last people to become pediatricians. We'd shoot our patients the moment they stepped in with their squeaky shoes. Of course, according to Mom, her dislike(read: hatred) for children does not extend to her own. This makes me feel special(and lucky).

In the end, I just took a cab to Corinthians(Henry is probably wondering what it is with me and cabs[I knew it Henry]). I got there 20 minutes late, only to see Enrico and JOG walking around the playground. Inasmuch as this signifies mental issues, I was still relieved to know that nothing much had started.

Many purps were there. Yes, purps. See, last year, the groups were... color-coded. Our group was Purple(no duh). For some reason, we ended up becoming very, very united. This came to the point that, even though we won all of one game(Dodgeball), we still wanted to have a gimik together. Unfortunately, this never came to fruition. Still, we were remarkably united.

Now, purps: Marvin, Bianca, Carlo, Tammie, Rachelle(who was one of our facis, along with Pancho), and myself. I find this cool. There was actually one point where Joy overheard Marvin, Rach, and I talking about there being so many purps, and she asked why we became facis. Marvin replied that it was because we were all inspired by Rach. Then, Joy asked, "Teka, san 'yung mga finaci ko? *looks around* Wala ata a!"

Not a good sign. Much laughter from us.

Anyway, once everything started, I found out my groupmate was... Jill! We'd been acquaintances for a while, but this was the first time I really got to talk to her.

Lots of games that day. We thought they were wala lang, but it turns out that they were what we'd be doing less than a month from now. Interesting.

When I told Jill I wouldn't really be her partner, what with the whole mandatory interaction with Poveda on the same day as the Akwe, she was surprised. And less than happy. Sorry Jill! All those bonding things for almost nothing. Then again, she gets to choose her next partner. Almost like online dating.

I hitched a ride with Enrico(along with Ian and CY) to Xavier, whereupon I called Mom and found out I'd take another cab home(hello Henry). So I did. I dozed off at one point, but thank God nothing happened.

Later that day, Anticipated Mass at CGH with a replacement priest. Comparing him with Fr. Louie(our regular priest)... I'd have to say they're more or less equal. The substitute had a clear voice but lacked content, delivery, grammar, and pronunciation(yes, I am aware just how much it sounds like the oral test in English). Fr. Louie, on the other hand, mutters(a lot), which makes it hard to listen to his Homilies(which, as nice as they may be, are extremely lengthy). But as far as I can tell, his grammar and pronunciation are okay(not perfect though).

Today... I felt oddly detached. Like I was in some kind of dream. All the way until three or so, when I took a shower. Before that, I kept imagining I'd wake up or something, even though I was doing homework and I'd eaten breakfast.

When Dad arrived, we went to eat at Kenny Roger's. The waitress gave me one of those surveys, and I was tempted to be mean. Mom and Ahyha made me feel kind of guilty, so I ended up being fair. Bah.

And now, here I am, in front of my PC, typing away. I should be doing homework and organizing my room, but I feel too lazy to. So, here I am, still typing away. I'd keep typing, but sooner or later, I have to stop. Might as well be now.

Hmm...

Seeing as something keeps going wrong with this layout, I see only two possible options:

• Find a new layout
• Make a new blog someplace else

I'm not sure what I'm going to do at this point. I have much history with this blog, and it'd be nice if I could keep it. It's just that... something keeps going wrong with the damned picture. And in all honesty, there aren't that many nice, working layouts out there for Xanga. *mutter*

Think think think.

I utterly, utterly despite Filipino this quarter. It started out wrongly, and from the look of things, it's not going to be improving any time soon. Crap. Failed a quiz and that damned research. Crap. Crap. Crap.

I have to start studying now, or I'm not going to keep my honors this year. Oh, crap. I must, must, MUST keep getting honors. I must!

Sigh. How I loathe Filipino. Never been good at that subject. Don't see myself getting good at it anytime soon either. It's really quite sad: I rarely speak Filipino, so I fail at it. When I fail at it, I feel horrible, and speak it even less. The less I speak, the lower my scores.

You should hear me speak Filipino. It's absolutely horrendous. Hilarious too(to me anyway). Arrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhh.

Of course, I know, chances are, people feel the same way about me too. At least it's mutual. Would want to find out what they said about me though. Oh well.

Two school days and Math and Soc. Sci.

That's really all we had this week for school. Interruptions in the normal, mundane schedule don't come around all that often, so whenever they do, much jubilation is to be had.

Tuesday was a big waste of time. Before Recess, all we really had was the Radio Play for Filipino, wherein our class won second place, as well as Best Cast. I asked Mrs. Enaje why we weren't first, and she said something about there being too many themes(activism, discrimination, and romance were all present). If there was a Best Female Voice award, I'm pretty sure Walter(who voiced the girl) would've won it.

After that was Math and Soc. Sci. Whatever. I can't really remember much, save for that damned quiz in Math. Crap.

After Lunch, we had the Pep Rally(I almost typed in Prayer Rally). Expectedly, I was filled with no "pep" whatsoever. That athlete's oath was just eyebrow raising.

By the time everything was finished, it was only 2:30. Seeing as dismissal wasn't til 3 pm, we were ordered to stay in the gym area and watch either Basketball or Frisbee. After a while, we(being Allen, Henry, and I) moved to watch Frisbee. It was... an interesting game. Allen was a whoreslutslattern as usual(I hate to admit it, but the whoreslutslattern is good at what he does), much to my frustration. Henry was transfixed by the game, likely because he joined the sports club for it. I was watching too, but at one point, I was just raping someone instead(then again, he seemed to like it, so I doubt it really counts as rape). I must say, the game is interesting. Only then was I thankful for having made those Frisbee interviews for that Frisbee article. Otherwise, it'd be kind of confusing.

Wednesday... I went to Xavier for that damned bulletin board. Dammit. Only luck(and prayers) can save us now.

Judges, if you're reading this, know that H3-A copied our design. Even if we don't win, at the very least give us a higher score than them!

Yes, I'm evil, I know. But it's really true; take a look at our bulletin boards and it'll all be clear.

Report Card day came after that. After getting mine, I was reading through it, and wondering why in the world I didn't get any honors. Then, I realized I got a G for conduct in, of all places, Math. 'Twas at this point I pulled a Drew Barrymore in Donnie Darko and screamed a certain word. In front of Mr. Asis too. Oops.

When we were dismissed, I made it a point to go to Mr. Sy and talk about the Conduct grade. I actually talked to Gelo before, and what he had to say was hardly uplifting. How that... that... person, has any friends, I will never cease to wonder. I would have shot his face very, very quickly, if only to rid the world of the sight of his face.

Thankfully, Mr. Sy did reconsider my conduct mark. I have honors now, hurrah! When I told Gelo about it, he was still damnably derogatory. MUST. SHOOT. HIS. FACE.

Gelo is now on the list of people I must kill to keep them from making anymore copies of themselves. Like Mark Roxas(who, as I typed his name, went online on Y!M. Speak of the devil eh?).

Today was pretty tiring, really. I made it to the gimik with much help from Henry, who provided much needed transportation. I actually made them(since Andrew tagged along too) wait a while, since I was with Mom at the PTC.  Ergh. Sorry Henry!

Now, the gimik... well, to be honest, it was a little disappointing. This isn't to say I didn't have fun(since I really did), but when I imagined how things would turn out, it played dead differently in my head.

I won't say what disappointed me(nor will I tell you, even if you ask), but I will reiterate that it fell short of my expectations.

I did like how I managed to finish another cup in Mario Kart Arcade though. Admittedly, the part where I lost in the same course thrice could have just NOT been there.

Traffic back home was horrendous.

Tetris DS is more fun than you probably imagine.

This lack of coherence tells me that I don't want to blog any further.

Good-bye.

I don't deserve this

I won't bother explaining it all, but, in a phrase:

PRAISE THE LORD!