Entries for March, 2007
A 'friend" accidentally called Angie's mom's number while he was fumbling my phone. He was so used to Nokias. Anyway, Angie's dad returned the call and I was like, What? I almost got to talk to Angie but the line went dead. I don't know why. As much as I was furious that my 'friend' almost made an IDD call to Canada through my phone (I'm on prepaid!), I was also glad because it made me realize that talking to Angie was really easy. I'll call her next time, once I figure out the time difference.
After the whole mobile phone slip thingy, I rang Reyner. This time, it was totally on purpose. I turned it off before he could answer. (Again, prepaid!) He texted. It was almost midnight. I was watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again and maybe it triggered the (brain damage?) paranoia. He said he almost answered the call because he misses my voice. It's really been long, hasn't it? I miss yours, too.
No matter how much we forget about each other, we will always be a part of each other's lives.
I like that.
NB: I think Angie refused to talk to me. I really hope not. I can't think of any reason she should. Just now, after I sent her an instant message through YM, she signed out. This made me paranoid. What could be wrong? Did I do anything that upset you?
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } good
Angie is not mad at me. Thank God!
Just came from Namaste Facilitator Training at Bolong Beach. I'm so tired. I should be snoring off the whole afternoon but I'm here writing a blog entry. I almost dozed off and fell in the jeepney on my way to town. We didn't get to sleep until about past 4AM. The weekend was great. We had marvelous fun. The BSAc Bears and Marion, what more could you ask for?! I shot some pictures and I'll upload them tomorrow. The setting was serene and immaculate. Lying on the beach with your friends, staring at the full moon sky. Nothing beats that moment. It more than made up for the lack of water in the place. I'm happy I went. It makes me less sad that I won't be with them during the Tour. But there are still two years to go. And I plan to make the most of it.
That's the only thing you could do. Make the most of everything while you are still together, with each other. Memories *sigh 
{ music } Girlfriend-Avril Lavigne
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } extraordinarily happy
{ music } Somebody To Love
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } rushed
{ music } Good Morning-Bic Runga
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ show } Grey's Anatomy
{ mood } mischievous
Tomorrow is our Final Exam on Religious Studies, our (last?) meeting, inside the classroom, that is, with Fr. Yatco. I survived! HAHA
I need a 92 to meet my scholarship's cut-off. I think he's more lenient with this exam. I don't know. With Fr. Yatco in the reins, expect the unexpected. He's truly one-of-a-kind. I'm quite happy to have him as a teacher. Few teachers can put you in your toes and most of the time those teachers are the ones really worth remembering.
I don't remember a single time I was with Angie on her birthday. Really! There were a lot of activities during March that I guess got in the way of me being there on her birthday like the National Schools Press conference or PSYSC Awarding Ceremony. Well, what gives?! Someday, I'll be with Angie on her birthday and this time I'll make it memorable. I'll go to Ontario and visit her someday... someday...
My classmates can't believe that my dad won't let me go to the damn tour. What can I say? The feeling is mutual. My dad has never disappointed me in disappointing me. Get it? It's frustrating to say the least.
The verdict: People find me as a spoiled bratt. Yes, I am. No, I am not. In a way. They also think of me as a loner--someone who doesn't like the company of others. Well, so-so. I sent people text messages regarding your personal opinion of yourself and other people's opinion and what matters most. Earl thought I was biting off somebody's back again. Gawd, people! But, hey, it figures perfectly. Why would you hate somebody who's just being herself? I'm just being myself. Take me or leave me. No love lost, honey! 
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } bouncy
Saturday was pretty eventful. We had our Finals with Fr. Yatco. It was quite easy but one can never really anticipate the results so we'll just see once the grades are posted. We watched several of our classmates play baseball. Kareen lead the team and they one the game. I don't know what happened next since I left after their game. My dad was coming wih my stepmother so I had to meet them. I didn't even help my groupmates with our production plan. I could have since they took the last trip to ZAM. They neglected to inform me that and so I spent the entire afternoon watching Ghost Rider and waiting for them to arrive. They made me unproductive, needless to say. Ghost Rider was fun.
Sunday, I watched a movie again. This time it's You Got Me--the Sam Milby-Toni Gonzaga starrer. The movie is quite nice. An old-but-new movie. When I watched it I remeber a lesson in RS about the value of expressing your love in words over action. It also made me think about never hesitating when it comes to love, to take action.
I have a toothache. I drank Ponstan 2AM this morning but I woke up at 6AM in pain. I drank another one and still it didn't subside. I came to school at around 9AM and after eaing I drank Dolfenal for a change but it still didn't work. Damn it. I hate this. I need Morphine!
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } cranky
The RS Final Grades are up and I nailed it! I'm not going to be on the First Warning List this semester. Whew!
I'm swamped. I have A LOT of things to do. There's the production plan for MGT, not to mention a research paper since I'm not going to the tour. There's the final exams. All of them due next week. I have to do research, make interviews and write drafts, study my lessons. My mind is buzzing with things yet done. I'm dead.
I will be.
{ book } [stagnant]
{ mood } stressed
I was thinking of going home (Basilan) to finish the production plan, update my iTunes and catch up with the goings-on in the island but then I woke up at 5AM and realized I only have one dry underwear left. All others are washed up and it rained so there. It's laughable I know. So I'm here at the ComLab moping up what I can and I realize I forgot my damn flashdisk. Darn!
I'm trying to finish reading "The God of Small Things". I've been so busy and lazy. And really, busy and lazy is not a very good mix. Hmph!
I'm thinking of downloading and burning MP3s and I would like to ask you for titles of songs you think rock and love listening to.
I believe you can't be too diverse so I'm trying to cram up as much of everything in this lifetime as I possibly can. Music, art, literature, everything!
Life is too short to be taken slowly.
{ music } a lot of Queen (and I'm digging it!)
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } working
They're off to Cebu. And I'm left behind and all alone. How depressing is that?! Just let me dwell on this issue one more time. It's just so unfair.
I watched Grey's Anatomy last night on Studio 23 and I swear it's one of the best episodes I've seen. It's still on season two and yeah I'm kind of late with the whole bruhaha with McDreamy and the interns. But I'm so loving it now. I'll buy the DVDs and have a marathon.
I don't know if my aunt, Aunt Marlyn from Manila, has arrived yet but I bet she already did yesterday. It's my grandfather's (my grandfather's brother-in-law), Dr. Infante, first death anniversary and I really should be home. And I'm supposed to be there if it weren't for Sir Rubio's and Ma'am Santiago's lack of sensitivity. I'm going home this afternoon and most probably I'll be blogging from there hopefully. I just need to get some requirements for Mgt since I didn't go to the tour. Ha! So we come full circle. Just lovely! Not!
{ music } Keep Holding On
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } predatory
{ music } Breakaway
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } jubilant
Marion is at it again. You should really read his blog. It's pure naughty fun.
Here's a bit from his latest entry:
I had sex, fabulous sex after three months and eight days.
Oh well what's new with that anyway I have been longing to get pierced and to get derenched for a century of days and I finnlay got what I asked for.. Isn't that something?
His blog is a Friendster.
URL: http://incitatus.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } amused
Dad got us this new über cool hp computer set. It runs on Windows Vista--the newest thing to hit computer technology. Well, I don't really know how new but I could as well brag that we're one of the first ones if not the first to ever get it here in Basilan. The ADZU ComLab just upgraded to Vista the day I left for Basilan. I love the computer and yes, I am not that upset anymore. Ha! How shallow of me! How can anyone not love it. It has a SuperMulti Drive and ports for the usual usb and I think all kinds of memory cards. Ahh! The MS Office rocks and the layout is so hot! *sigh
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } ecstatic
My aunts, Rhea and Marlyn just left for Manila. They'll be having a vacay at Boracay then Cebu. I don't know if my dad's pushing through with our own vacation. The prospect doesn't really excite me as much as it would have then, way back when I was ignorant in traveling. I asked Tita Rhea to buy me Crocs. They're pretty expensive but I don't really care. My cousin Myka told me that she read somewhere that Crocs were considered the worst kind of footwear and I should opt to buy Havaianas instead. I didn't reply that I think Havaianas are too fru-fru for my taste and it's so 'uso' that almost everyone's got them on. And come on, havaianas are just extravagant flip flops--normal slippers na nilagyan ng borloloy too be exact. Crocs are not ugly. They're just weird. and I love weird.
To prove to you my dad's paranoia over the uncertainty of things. He asked me to look up formats for last will and testaments. And he always books separate flights for the family. The reason for all this is something I couldn't reveal. My dad will kill me if he finds this blog and read it. It's a 9-1 chance that he will see it but I don't like taking chances. I haven't taken any chance over him ever since my mom died. But still I'm his only child that has gumption to disobey and argue with him. And I plan to stay that way. It doesn't mean that I'm just his daughter that I don't have the right to speak and reason out. I even think that he's afraid of me. Hehehe
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } chipper
I need help with my term paper. I can't find anything decent on the net about my topic. It's about Illumination of Companies--the lighting design and facilities on canning plants, bottling plants, banks, service establishments and educational institutions. I need to pass it on Thursday and all I have right now is rubbish. This is what not going to Cebu brought me. Grr! I want to kill my Dad. Hmph!
{ book } The God of Small Things
{ mood } pressured
I'm done. I'm finally done with the damn term paper. I don't care how it turned out.
<Oh, come on Lizette! Of course you care.>
Yes, I do. *sobs* But I already did what I could. I hope it gets a high mark.
<Yes. I know you worked it, girl. It'll be fine.>
Thanks. I really don't know what to do anymore. I can't find anything on the net. The Library is closed for inventory. It just sucks. I'm beyond hysteria.
<You're exaggerating! It's can't be that bad, can it?>
I think it's okay but I'm not really a good judge of my work, am I? I couldn't grasp that read-it-as-though-you're-the-reader thingy by Sir Halili. *more sobs*
<...>
I'm going to print it now and pass it. I just want to be done with it.
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Thanks. 
{ mood } gloomy
My dad and stepmom are leaving for Manila for reasons I don't know. But surely, it won't be for a honeymoon. Ha! Several weeks ago, my stepmom told me she had a fright when she got delayed. I asked her whether it was menopause or something and it never came to her that maybe it was. She actually thought she was pregnant. I stifled my laughter. The mere thought of her getting pregnant is laughable. It's like a cruel joke. If she were pregnant, it would ruin the already dysfunctional balance of the family. I may sound cruel but she should just really face the fact that my dad wants a son so bad that he would do everything just to have what he wants even if it means hurting the people he calls family. It's sad, isn't it? It makes me remember what Fr. Yatco taught us: It all begins with fascination and ends with destruction. I hate to say this but it is what it is. My dad is leading himself into his own destruction. And as his family, we are only left with his ravages--spoils of his failed (yes it is.) conquest. I love my dad but love is never enough.
{ book } nothing
{ mood } pensive
Ai-Love-Amor | 3 hollered back
I feel that I've changed a lot. Matured? I hope so. I'm not getting younger. Maturity has a lot to do with time and time passes by so quickly. Looking back, I feel I'm not the Lizette I once was. I don't know what actually changed but the difference is so much evident to be denied. I was watching this primetime soap and one of the main characters said that he wished he could go back to the way things were right before everyhting got complicated and the people who mattered were just his own family. Sometimes, I wish that too. Life was easy before I met my father. Just me and my mom, no complications. Come to think of it, life always seems easy for a kid who knows nothing beyond a tv set and the four walls of her home. But there's no way back to the way things were. There are no time machines or time turners in this oh-so-real world. All we had is now and what is to come. All we can do is make the most of what we have. Yet there are also things that don't change--just the same old same. This is not entirely true but isn't it so lovely to see and feel things as if we are transported back into time--feeling and seeing things like it was then. Memories. We can't just live without them.
{ music } Te Busque
{ mood } pensive