When you become someone who acquires the sole responsibility of maintaining a web log, it takes such merciless effort to resist making a mental list of things to talk about.

Needless to say, I am one of them 'someones' with ideas fresh from the oven.

Not really. These are the things that've been accumulating within my demented little mind, say, for the past two weeks. And here they are:

The Povedan Cryptonite 

Most of us might be briefly informed of the close proximity of the two schools LSGH and Poveda. Some of us might even be jealous. Do NOT, I tell you! We're better off as the modest (?), conservative (??), study-oriented (???) students that we are than be like hoardes of boy-crazy hyenas ready to pounce on anything savory to look at. Alright, no, I take that back. Please do not bombard me with hate comments now, let me finish. It's just I met this Povedan within our mala-YFC (reeej haha) group and one time, we were rehearsing for some weird dance when this "hot" guy maybe twice her age came in and she practically went into hysterics. A little dignity, please. And also, she's in 5th grade. 5th grade! Nung grade five hindi ko pa inaalala yung boys! Nung grade five ako eh yung kaisa-isa kong crush ay si Daniel Radcliffe at nerd na nerd ako sa Harry Potter noon! Anyway, not all Povedans are like that, I suppose. Over the years I guess it's difficult not to form stereotypical images of one another in utter discrimination.

"Dad, green na!"

When I was a younger, my dad always had the need to sleep while driving our L300. Last Saturday, I got a taste of the good ol' days again when he drove me over to Cathy's for our Ramayana practice. We were at this intersection in Quezon Ave. when dad said, "Wake me up ah."

My first automatic watch-out-for-the-green-light mode in roughly 10 years.

I'm getting my student driver's permit this summer!!  Pumayag din sila mommy sa softbelles. Wee. Anyway, I find it convenient having my birthday on the last month of the schoolyear, as you can see. Imagine, me having a sweet sixteen. I could barely. Seems just yesterday I was collecting Pokemon posters and other related thingamajiggs from my obsessive-compulsivity (hey, I was young.)

Don't judge a project by it's title page

Ms. Bite must have the worst instincts when it comes to checking long-term schoolwork. In earlier entries did I mention this project of ours. I had this idea completely etched into my mind weeks before it was due... but being the slob that I am, only after a whole month did I get it started. Meaning to say, a whole month after the deadline.

Eto pa, late ko na sinimulan, hindi ko pa tinapos! To be honest I only got about half of the required LAs within that painted box made to look like an Apple Notebook.

But the thing is, when I returned to school, my classmates' works apparently, increduously, were still untouched. Pati, inaalikabok na. Oh joy. Soo, without her knowing it, Ms. Christine Bite, my beloved computer teacher, marked off my 1-month-late, 3rd quarter project as perfect, and guess where it is now.

On display at an exhibit.

Dinuguan

Really, I don't know how anyone could find this dish the least bit loathesome. Although it's early stages it might appear... rather ghastly, it's good!

But the reason I included this in my list is this: Should I eat it with rich, steaming, white  rice? Or with warm, bouncy slabs of puto coated with melted cheddar cheese?

kanin o puto? kanin o puto? kanin o puto? kanin o puto? kanin o puto ahh.

Denise Keller

Denise Kelleeeeer. Such a purrdy face. She used to be the sole reason I watched MTV Most Wanted every morning of last year. That is, until the show was rescheduled and replaced with some local wannabe VJs who won't even reach half of her potential what with her charm, spunk, and natural talent (just throw in some Utt and presto, you've got the best pair-up of all time). But yeah, she does need some fattening up and I hate her hair now. I liked her better with waist-length! I typed this down because I saw her recently on Nick while I was watching U-Pick (ha that rhymed).

Best Friends

My parents barely know the kind of people I spend my days with at school. I guess it's cause I never really stuck with a group or a person that'd lasted for more than a few years or so. Am I that bad at relationships? Could be.

I also have this unattractive knack of withdrawing myself apparently at the peak of getting to know someone. And that's bad, I can tell. But the more I realize it, the more I try to reach out again. And the more I try to reach out, the more he/she moves away. And the more he/she moves away, the more desperate I become - a chain of events which more than likely leads to the dismal fate awaiting it.

African Music

Have you heard the African Children's Choir sing? Individually, the orphans comprising this group wouldn't last 2 minutes in any big time singing contest, but their music, so pure and clear and smooth, has this sort of cleansing effect - one on your soul. With no help from any brass, woodwind, acoustic, or stringed instrument whatsoever. Heaven from the human voice, and the bongos.

Eat more oysters

When I was younger I used to be able to deliver a huge array of jokes, one after the other, in front of an audience comprised of relatives from all over. And then one or two of my uncles would remark "Ang galing naman ng memory ng anak mo, Celine. Kung si Tonton nga eh pag bukas palang ng ref ay nakakalimutan na niya ang kakainin niya!"

But now I find myself having to deal with exactly the same thing.

It's freaky!! But I find comfort in knowing that millions of other people suffer with me. Millions of senior citizens, that is. Have you ever entered a room thinking you're supposed to get something, and then forget what it is you're trying to find? Or maybe watched some program then come commercials forget what show it was that you were waiting for? Or, or turned on the computer and then forget just why you switched it on in the first place? There was even a time when I was watching a documentary on Ronald Reagan's struggle with Alzheimer's, and seriously considered myself having the disease, too!

The only blessed thing keeping me sane though is the fact that I can still cram as abusive and glorified as the art can go, and still keep my grades up. 

BTW I read once that oysters improve the memory and increase hormone production in some part of the brain or whatever.

Ramayana

Wag na yan. Tinatamad ako

Assumptions

As in root word: assume. I grew up watching cheesy, uber-mushy, after-school SOAPs where girls and boys found "love" in every scene until I would've puked my very guts out. Well of course I was young and found that I appreciated things technology of the era would offer, so I bore with. And somehow, there's always this ignorant, stupid, naive, childish, innocent girl who is madly in love with all her might and soul with this guy who SO OBVIOUSLY returns the emotions. And yet, she doesn't know it! Hah. So minsan ganito ang eksena sa bahay pagdating ni Daddy:

"MIMIIII magmakatino ka ngaw ag mong iyakan yang si Enzo dahil gusto ka din niya!!!"

Aha joke lang hindi ko sinubaybayan ang Click sa aking kabataan kaya wala akong kinalaman sa mga yan.

But because of this intense submersion I've had with the dramas of teen love I must've learned to apply what  believe in real life: if the symptoms are there, call an ambulance,.. if you know what I mean.

That's why I'm having a rough time dealing with crushes. Darn, darn crushes. When I like someone, my senses go on hyperdrive. I watch out for the things we see on TV when guy unmistakably likes a girl. The flirting, the stuttering, or even the most subtle actions. And I HATE IT. I hate it to the very bone. This ugly, little habit of mine which decides that life is like a fairytale where the princess always ends up with the prince. But no, you don't decide whether you get what you want in a snap. It goes way deeper than that.  

Florante at Laura 

I admit, I am pretty worried.

It's in 15 days (two weeks!) and we still haven't come up with anything significant for our play, aside from the script, which is yet a mess. in itself.

Alright, let me clear it up. Our F & L play will be directed by me and Steph, and so far we've only accomplished the script-distributing part. And that's bad. For one, because most of us are getting deja vus from the Ramayana, and also because we got the lowest mark in the whole batch from that last one. dang dang dang. Please Lord, grant us the hours and inspiration to do this thing.

Papa Peter

PAPA PETER. You know, from Narnia. Hahaha. Wala lang ang pogi niya.

HAY thank you tapos na.