SWEEET
hahaha. i just discovered how to add music to the blog!
nice. now i can listen, and you too, dear reader, to a rare live version of
jason mraz's "sleep all day". just sweeeeeeeeet.
(well if you don't like it, just turn off your speakers, right? :P )
thanks again to the master blogger, romel.
you see, he's one of those who influenced me to blog in the first place,
and was the one who helped me set up this blog.
especially blog essentials and luxuries from blogger to blogskins to photobucket, and to stuff that i just discovered by spying on his blog (wahahaha) like the oh-so-necessary tag-board, my cleverly-hidden sitemeter (guess where it is! actually i don't know too..LOL), and my newest addition: powerwebmusic.
thanks! and you'd be delighted to know that i have influenced some 2 or 3 people to blog na rin, or at least, update their blogs! wahahahaha. shempre, i work darn hard to make this look good. ;)
i just hope the content's not too bad, too. hahaha fishing ba? =)
NO LONGER TOO WET, JUST DAMP II
12:04am.
this isn't a blog for this new day, january 31st, but for yesterday (see below). i just decided to continue the entry even if it ain't the day no longer. (haha..rap songs gettin' to ma head..=p)
i also should be asleep by now, since i didn't sleep at all today even if i had zero classes to attend. but i, um, just don't feel like sleeping just yet.
warning: please read the looong (hahaha) blog dated january 30 before you read this. if you refuse, hmmm... it's not too bad either. :)
anyway, as i was saying (this is extremely difficult, having to shift my mood by a day earlier), i was feeling a little damp last night.
after my feel-good moment at the bazaar, i went back to the hall with korinna, as our fellow bridging kids had left just moments earlier. i should've gone to the library to return my books, but then i felt the urge to just surf. what on earth i was surfing, i forgot already. i sure promise not to be a net addict. promise.
anyway, after a quick dinner, i slept awhile so as to ready myself for fencing at 8pm.
i woke up at 7:45, just enough for me to get down right on time. i brought my foil (a.k.a. unsharp but pointed sword, with some electronics going on) and ran down four flights of stairs, walked a little to the dining hall, then down another flight, before i arrived in the comm hall.
KY, who was quite in a perky mood that night, having seemingly forgotten about the first years no-show in the novice competition some weeks back (see previous post, "pizza and coke"), declared tonight as free-fence night, which meant that there was to be no usual training, but just actual swordfight between two fencers using all the cool gear.
it was cool, but that meant i'd have to run back up to the fourth floor to get my foil's wire to connect my sword to the suit. i didn't mind much.
so free fence it was. and i realized i was lousy at it.
maybe my dampness started just then.
i mean, i always seem to get rattled with nerves during times when i shouldn't. i mean, some nerves are a good thing, as my dad once told me, as it shows that one's serious about something. haha. i remember that when i used to join some sort of competition in school -- i think it was elocution or something. anyway, that sort of stuck to me. but in this night's case, my nerves didn't do me good. i was embarrassed.
my turn to free fence came after many pairs have played. i free-fenced with KC, one of the jolliest and friendliest and funniest seniors in the hall, who has been fencing, i presume, for a good many years already (i think he's a Year 4 senior).
i screwed up my footwork, i couldn't do a disengage, my foil couldn't target the silver area on KC's chest, and everytime i stepped forward, he'd effortlessly parry and hit me as if i were a willing prey. it was over in a breeze. 0-5.
although KC wasn't the type of opponent who'd make his competitor sulk, (on the contrary, i was glad it was KC i fenced with since he seemed more of a patient teacher than a cold nemesis) i felt a wee bit awful. damp if u please.
the scholars from mainland china did okay, some even getting up to 4 points against a senior. the locals did fine too. okay, so some of my fellow fencers got zero points too, but still, i can't help thinking that i'm just not good at it. at least not just yet. or maybe not ever.
you see, i've always been searching (perhaps unconsciously) of something i'm good at. okay, so i may be good in math and in writing and all, but this time, i want something that's physical. some sport.
people always say i got the height for basketball, and wonder why on earth do i not play. the simple answer is i don't know how. the complicated answer is i was traumatized by a childhood experience (although that's slightly an exaggeration).
i'm lousy at swimming. i've seen korinna and ivy do a lap or two without stopping when we went swimming last time in the sports and recreation centre, while i could only swim halfway across the pool. not to mention i had to swim near the edge, just in case.
volleyball is not for me too. my arms are too thin, and the thought of them getting fractured in a game isn't such a remote reality... at least to me. besides, im too clumsy for the intense smashing in volleyball. sigh.
we used to play kickball when i was a kid and that was the part of my athletic life (if it ever existed even) that i liked. we used to call it "soccer", because we kicked the ball, but it was really like baseball, since we had the bases and all. i later learned it was called kickball.
anyway...
** to be continued **
shucks. im just so sleepy. gudnyt! i'll finish this, promise.
*****
6:05pm, february 1.
as i was saying, i pretty much convinced myself that i was a pretty good kicker. and this was bolstered by the fact that, when the nestle exporatorium came to my home city of davao, bringing with it its displays of history, entertainment, and lotsa cool stuff, i was THE person who kicked hardest in one of their exhibits (i think it was for Milo). after all the spectacular exhibits, the last few stops towards the end were FUN stuff, things that people could actually play with. so after a cool obstacle course which included huge inflated rubber balloon-like obstacles and a harness, the kick-as-hard-as-you-can-and-hit-the-target game was next. not having played "soccer" for a good many years before that hot afternoon, i was pretty skeptical about my ahem, "kicking skills". so after the rest of my buddies tried their luck, i got the ball, and following the instructions of the guy in-charge, i gave it a good kick.
i was quite surprised i even hit the target (i forgot if it was the face of the image of a boy or something else), as i was quite lousy in targetting things like in basketball, but it turns out i hit the bull's eye. 'twas fun! great! woohoooooooo! ;) the exploratiorium even had a meter to record some sort of "measure" of the kick (i think it was the strength of the kick as it hit the target), and my kick was some 100 sumthing X units.
the score didn't register to me as i didn't know what the hell it meant. it was until the guy in-charge told me that was their top score of the day. and we were the last class of the the day! it was a field trip of juniors and seniors in high school, you see, and i was just a junior! hahaha. that gave me a goood wide grin. yehey!
but anyway, apparently, despite my high score in that kicking game, i still wasn't good in any sport in school. there was no soccer being offered in my school, so i contented myself playing badminton. i think i wasn't half bad, in fact i was better than average, but it wasn't till i came to singapore that i saw hard-smashing, professional-like badminton which made my badminton-playing ego shrink to about half its size.
anyway, i still try to find a good sport.
it's hard to learn when i'm already 17. i mean, i hope people here would teach newbies begining from square one. i mean, most of the teams here accept people with prior experience or knowledge. oh well. i'll fight to get into SOME sport somehow. i almost signed up for soccer here, but found no companion, and found myself busy to attend training. a friend on the e-block, yee hau, invited me to go for softball, but the training schedule didn't fit mine. oh well. next year! when earning points through extra-curricular stuff would be a MUST so i could stay here in this hall. yeah, and i'll pursue the choir too, that which i abandoned this year after being accepted for auditions. :) PR comm took loads of my time eh.
anyhow, i think i'll learn a sport somehow here. that's something on my to-do list already. fencing isn't too bad. oh, i attended the volleyball competition of our hall, KE7, in the IHG (inter-hall games) the other day, and it was then i realized that a game like that could be violent. hahaha.
i sure hope to God i get to play soccer next year. or any sport where i'm good at, for that matter. i should simply find my "calling". yiheeeee.
it's not necessary, of course, that i become sports-oriented, but it sure would be fun, in a sweaty sort of way. ;)
12:04am.
this isn't a blog for this new day, january 31st, but for yesterday (see below). i just decided to continue the entry even if it ain't the day no longer. (haha..rap songs gettin' to ma head..=p)
i also should be asleep by now, since i didn't sleep at all today even if i had zero classes to attend. but i, um, just don't feel like sleeping just yet.
warning: please read the looong (hahaha) blog dated january 30 before you read this. if you refuse, hmmm... it's not too bad either. :)
anyway, as i was saying (this is extremely difficult, having to shift my mood by a day earlier), i was feeling a little damp last night.
after my feel-good moment at the bazaar, i went back to the hall with korinna, as our fellow bridging kids had left just moments earlier. i should've gone to the library to return my books, but then i felt the urge to just surf. what on earth i was surfing, i forgot already. i sure promise not to be a net addict. promise.
anyway, after a quick dinner, i slept awhile so as to ready myself for fencing at 8pm.
i woke up at 7:45, just enough for me to get down right on time. i brought my foil (a.k.a. unsharp but pointed sword, with some electronics going on) and ran down four flights of stairs, walked a little to the dining hall, then down another flight, before i arrived in the comm hall.
KY, who was quite in a perky mood that night, having seemingly forgotten about the first years no-show in the novice competition some weeks back (see previous post, "pizza and coke"), declared tonight as free-fence night, which meant that there was to be no usual training, but just actual swordfight between two fencers using all the cool gear.
it was cool, but that meant i'd have to run back up to the fourth floor to get my foil's wire to connect my sword to the suit. i didn't mind much.
so free fence it was. and i realized i was lousy at it.
maybe my dampness started just then.
i mean, i always seem to get rattled with nerves during times when i shouldn't. i mean, some nerves are a good thing, as my dad once told me, as it shows that one's serious about something. haha. i remember that when i used to join some sort of competition in school -- i think it was elocution or something. anyway, that sort of stuck to me. but in this night's case, my nerves didn't do me good. i was embarrassed.
my turn to free fence came after many pairs have played. i free-fenced with KC, one of the jolliest and friendliest and funniest seniors in the hall, who has been fencing, i presume, for a good many years already (i think he's a Year 4 senior).
i screwed up my footwork, i couldn't do a disengage, my foil couldn't target the silver area on KC's chest, and everytime i stepped forward, he'd effortlessly parry and hit me as if i were a willing prey. it was over in a breeze. 0-5.
although KC wasn't the type of opponent who'd make his competitor sulk, (on the contrary, i was glad it was KC i fenced with since he seemed more of a patient teacher than a cold nemesis) i felt a wee bit awful. damp if u please.
the scholars from mainland china did okay, some even getting up to 4 points against a senior. the locals did fine too. okay, so some of my fellow fencers got zero points too, but still, i can't help thinking that i'm just not good at it. at least not just yet. or maybe not ever.
you see, i've always been searching (perhaps unconsciously) of something i'm good at. okay, so i may be good in math and in writing and all, but this time, i want something that's physical. some sport.
people always say i got the height for basketball, and wonder why on earth do i not play. the simple answer is i don't know how. the complicated answer is i was traumatized by a childhood experience (although that's slightly an exaggeration).
i'm lousy at swimming. i've seen korinna and ivy do a lap or two without stopping when we went swimming last time in the sports and recreation centre, while i could only swim halfway across the pool. not to mention i had to swim near the edge, just in case.
volleyball is not for me too. my arms are too thin, and the thought of them getting fractured in a game isn't such a remote reality... at least to me. besides, im too clumsy for the intense smashing in volleyball. sigh.
we used to play kickball when i was a kid and that was the part of my athletic life (if it ever existed even) that i liked. we used to call it "soccer", because we kicked the ball, but it was really like baseball, since we had the bases and all. i later learned it was called kickball.
anyway...
** to be continued **
shucks. im just so sleepy. gudnyt! i'll finish this, promise.
*****
6:05pm, february 1.
as i was saying, i pretty much convinced myself that i was a pretty good kicker. and this was bolstered by the fact that, when the nestle exporatorium came to my home city of davao, bringing with it its displays of history, entertainment, and lotsa cool stuff, i was THE person who kicked hardest in one of their exhibits (i think it was for Milo). after all the spectacular exhibits, the last few stops towards the end were FUN stuff, things that people could actually play with. so after a cool obstacle course which included huge inflated rubber balloon-like obstacles and a harness, the kick-as-hard-as-you-can-and-hit-the-target game was next. not having played "soccer" for a good many years before that hot afternoon, i was pretty skeptical about my ahem, "kicking skills". so after the rest of my buddies tried their luck, i got the ball, and following the instructions of the guy in-charge, i gave it a good kick.
i was quite surprised i even hit the target (i forgot if it was the face of the image of a boy or something else), as i was quite lousy in targetting things like in basketball, but it turns out i hit the bull's eye. 'twas fun! great! woohoooooooo! ;) the exploratiorium even had a meter to record some sort of "measure" of the kick (i think it was the strength of the kick as it hit the target), and my kick was some 100 sumthing X units.
the score didn't register to me as i didn't know what the hell it meant. it was until the guy in-charge told me that was their top score of the day. and we were the last class of the the day! it was a field trip of juniors and seniors in high school, you see, and i was just a junior! hahaha. that gave me a goood wide grin. yehey!
but anyway, apparently, despite my high score in that kicking game, i still wasn't good in any sport in school. there was no soccer being offered in my school, so i contented myself playing badminton. i think i wasn't half bad, in fact i was better than average, but it wasn't till i came to singapore that i saw hard-smashing, professional-like badminton which made my badminton-playing ego shrink to about half its size.
anyway, i still try to find a good sport.
it's hard to learn when i'm already 17. i mean, i hope people here would teach newbies begining from square one. i mean, most of the teams here accept people with prior experience or knowledge. oh well. i'll fight to get into SOME sport somehow. i almost signed up for soccer here, but found no companion, and found myself busy to attend training. a friend on the e-block, yee hau, invited me to go for softball, but the training schedule didn't fit mine. oh well. next year! when earning points through extra-curricular stuff would be a MUST so i could stay here in this hall. yeah, and i'll pursue the choir too, that which i abandoned this year after being accepted for auditions. :) PR comm took loads of my time eh.
anyhow, i think i'll learn a sport somehow here. that's something on my to-do list already. fencing isn't too bad. oh, i attended the volleyball competition of our hall, KE7, in the IHG (inter-hall games) the other day, and it was then i realized that a game like that could be violent. hahaha.
i sure hope to God i get to play soccer next year. or any sport where i'm good at, for that matter. i should simply find my "calling". yiheeeee.
it's not necessary, of course, that i become sports-oriented, but it sure would be fun, in a sweaty sort of way. ;)
WHEW!
let it be known to all present that agent tomato has worked on this blog for two hours already this afternoon and about an hour this morning.
may the public be informed that although there is an absence of a substantial new blog, agent tomato has worked his ass to edit the sidebar thoroughly, bring back the sponsors which have stupidly been deleted, fix the links, edit the text, and do a little bit of this and that.
just so the public may know. good day.
Secret Agent Tomato
1420 hours, the 30th of january, 2004
the room across the F4 girls washroom, singapura lah
let it be known to all present that agent tomato has worked on this blog for two hours already this afternoon and about an hour this morning.
may the public be informed that although there is an absence of a substantial new blog, agent tomato has worked his ass to edit the sidebar thoroughly, bring back the sponsors which have stupidly been deleted, fix the links, edit the text, and do a little bit of this and that.
just so the public may know. good day.
Secret Agent Tomato
1420 hours, the 30th of january, 2004
the room across the F4 girls washroom, singapura lah
NO LONGER TOO WET, JUST DAMP
1:08am. still up. just chatted with mykel, who has new hair (or something), arthur, to whom i sent my cute msn smileys and who just tagged me here, and nirorn, who asked about installing kazaa in his pc. oh yeah, robin too, and kerwin, and yes, evita! sigh. i miss evita and the rest of the gang. =/
surprisingly, the rain has stopped. it's not dry, but it's not too wet either. more of damp.
maybe it's the weather, or maybe it's just me, but i'm feeling a little ODD again (refer to previous post entitled "ODD"). if the word "odd" is too ambiguous, try damp and cold and lonely. but that, my friends is an exaggeration. but not too much. (am i confusing you? you should have stuck to "odd".=P)
anyway, i now understand why it's depressing during winter, as miss annie, one of my high school english teachers, shared with me about her brief stint as a masteral student in australia. the weather is just it. after one tires of the romantic notions of snow angels (in australia) or walking in the rain (here in tropical singapore) or just the calmness and soothing effect of the precipitation (science! hah) outside the window, one just feels the cold, the emptiness sinking in.
STOP.
this is getting too melodramatic. nah, i'm not this miserable. honestly.
just got carried away. or maybe not. anyway, lemme continue.
DAMP is the word of the day. (the day being january 29, not 30.. umaga na nga pla)
it has got to be connected with the weather. sigh.
i don't even know why i feel this way. hmmm... let me see.
it was raining awhile ago, as i posted the previous blog.
i'll carry on from there.
i went to meet wayne, kor, ivy, and we rode the bus to the science canteen.
a nice thing happened in the bus. wayne and i were talking in tagalog (loudly if i may add), when a guy asked us from behind. turns out he was pinoy as well, and he had heard our conversation. he was tall, friendly guy, who we learned later, was a masteral student. he asked which faculty were we staying, how long we've been here, and other polite stuff that one could squeeze into a one-minute conversation, as it was just about time to alight in the science bus stop. he bid us goodbye, and told us to study well as we left the door.
it was when we were out the bus that wayne and korinna realized we should have asked the guy's name. maybe our seniors know him too. people were alighting and boarding the bus already, when, after a moment's hesitation, wayne dashed to the rear door to ask the kindly man from afar his name. "arvin" was all we got. our seniors didn't know him, we later learned, but still, it was a real treat to have met a friendly pinoy stranger in singapore. God bless that guy.
we met our pinoy seniors ferron, jeunesse, gelo, kuya jonas and ate lala for lunch. it wasn't a planned thing, but it was almost always sure that there would be pinoy seniors chatting away over lunch on any given weekday. i borrowed money for lunch from wayne this time (ivy was my victim twice in a row), since the weather didn't permit me to withdraw money from the atm.
ignoring the bird flu scare and because i wanted to save money, i ate chicken chop with wayne. the milo van was again here, a sign of a good day, at the very least. free milo for everyone. arthur says that's the only thing in singapore that's free.
i rushed my assignment, which, although i tried to finish earlier in the morning, i just couldn't. with ivy's help, i was able to recall my good ol' math days and those darn lessons which managed to fade away into the inactive parts of my brain. God please help me with my lessons.
i had math class 2-4pm, beside dustin and ivy. dustin found it boring, as it was basically a review of things we had learned last sem. i pitied david chew a little, having to teach these lessons when a number of students don't listen anymore, but there's no denying too, that he explains very well.
after class i went to visit the bazaar in the science forum.
there i met the second friendly guy of the day. different bazaars have been up here for about two weeks now, out to net those shopping for valentine's. i was looking through cards with a horoscope for aquarius, when this seller greeted me in a faint, hoarse voice. presumably basing on my non-chinese looks, he asked which country i'm from, how i'd like the cards, where i'm staying, which faculty and what year.. you know, the friendly stuff. that made me happy. it's rare to find those people here. he had no english name, but i think his name sounded like, "shao shua" or something. (with chinese names spelled in english, i'm totally lost in pronunciation. just hearing the names of some of my chinese friends, i'd never have guessed they were spelled qie tau and xiaolong and shaocong and zhou yang, to name a few.) anyway, "shao shua" was a warm and smiling guy who was simply too nice. i wish him all the best.
hmmm... i'm too sleepy now. it's 1:59am! sigh.
have to go, bloggie. besides, this blog is getting too long. i don't wanna bore my readers, even myself. i'll continue tomorrow (or later, technically). thank God there's no class. this has been one looooong day.
night.
1:08am. still up. just chatted with mykel, who has new hair (or something), arthur, to whom i sent my cute msn smileys and who just tagged me here, and nirorn, who asked about installing kazaa in his pc. oh yeah, robin too, and kerwin, and yes, evita! sigh. i miss evita and the rest of the gang. =/
surprisingly, the rain has stopped. it's not dry, but it's not too wet either. more of damp.
maybe it's the weather, or maybe it's just me, but i'm feeling a little ODD again (refer to previous post entitled "ODD"). if the word "odd" is too ambiguous, try damp and cold and lonely. but that, my friends is an exaggeration. but not too much. (am i confusing you? you should have stuck to "odd".=P)
anyway, i now understand why it's depressing during winter, as miss annie, one of my high school english teachers, shared with me about her brief stint as a masteral student in australia. the weather is just it. after one tires of the romantic notions of snow angels (in australia) or walking in the rain (here in tropical singapore) or just the calmness and soothing effect of the precipitation (science! hah) outside the window, one just feels the cold, the emptiness sinking in.
STOP.
this is getting too melodramatic. nah, i'm not this miserable. honestly.
just got carried away. or maybe not. anyway, lemme continue.
DAMP is the word of the day. (the day being january 29, not 30.. umaga na nga pla)
it has got to be connected with the weather. sigh.
i don't even know why i feel this way. hmmm... let me see.
it was raining awhile ago, as i posted the previous blog.
i'll carry on from there.
i went to meet wayne, kor, ivy, and we rode the bus to the science canteen.
a nice thing happened in the bus. wayne and i were talking in tagalog (loudly if i may add), when a guy asked us from behind. turns out he was pinoy as well, and he had heard our conversation. he was tall, friendly guy, who we learned later, was a masteral student. he asked which faculty were we staying, how long we've been here, and other polite stuff that one could squeeze into a one-minute conversation, as it was just about time to alight in the science bus stop. he bid us goodbye, and told us to study well as we left the door.
it was when we were out the bus that wayne and korinna realized we should have asked the guy's name. maybe our seniors know him too. people were alighting and boarding the bus already, when, after a moment's hesitation, wayne dashed to the rear door to ask the kindly man from afar his name. "arvin" was all we got. our seniors didn't know him, we later learned, but still, it was a real treat to have met a friendly pinoy stranger in singapore. God bless that guy.
we met our pinoy seniors ferron, jeunesse, gelo, kuya jonas and ate lala for lunch. it wasn't a planned thing, but it was almost always sure that there would be pinoy seniors chatting away over lunch on any given weekday. i borrowed money for lunch from wayne this time (ivy was my victim twice in a row), since the weather didn't permit me to withdraw money from the atm.
ignoring the bird flu scare and because i wanted to save money, i ate chicken chop with wayne. the milo van was again here, a sign of a good day, at the very least. free milo for everyone. arthur says that's the only thing in singapore that's free.
i rushed my assignment, which, although i tried to finish earlier in the morning, i just couldn't. with ivy's help, i was able to recall my good ol' math days and those darn lessons which managed to fade away into the inactive parts of my brain. God please help me with my lessons.
i had math class 2-4pm, beside dustin and ivy. dustin found it boring, as it was basically a review of things we had learned last sem. i pitied david chew a little, having to teach these lessons when a number of students don't listen anymore, but there's no denying too, that he explains very well.
after class i went to visit the bazaar in the science forum.
there i met the second friendly guy of the day. different bazaars have been up here for about two weeks now, out to net those shopping for valentine's. i was looking through cards with a horoscope for aquarius, when this seller greeted me in a faint, hoarse voice. presumably basing on my non-chinese looks, he asked which country i'm from, how i'd like the cards, where i'm staying, which faculty and what year.. you know, the friendly stuff. that made me happy. it's rare to find those people here. he had no english name, but i think his name sounded like, "shao shua" or something. (with chinese names spelled in english, i'm totally lost in pronunciation. just hearing the names of some of my chinese friends, i'd never have guessed they were spelled qie tau and xiaolong and shaocong and zhou yang, to name a few.) anyway, "shao shua" was a warm and smiling guy who was simply too nice. i wish him all the best.
hmmm... i'm too sleepy now. it's 1:59am! sigh.
have to go, bloggie. besides, this blog is getting too long. i don't wanna bore my readers, even myself. i'll continue tomorrow (or later, technically). thank God there's no class. this has been one looooong day.
night.
WET WET WET
no, i'm not a huge fan of the band.
i'm a little too young for that, even if, you-know-what.
can't say it here.. just yet. ;)
anyway, that's what it really is, WET.
the whole singapore has been drenched in rainwater for the past year it seems.
(it's actually been just a week or so, but it certainly feels way loonger than that.)
it's raining so horribly outside, it has ceased to be romantic or melancholic or dreamy even.
it's just WET.
our hall is interesting; it has these gutters shaped like small "terraces" like those in my home country's banaue tourist spot. i used to wonder what on earth were those small funny-looking canals for. i mean, they were pretty little things. and as it turned out, these gutters give the rainwater one hell of a ride. i mean, SPLASH, SLIDE, SPLASH with every seemingly innocent "terrace". the water splashes so quickly, first to the left, suddenly moves to the right, and down down down and all the way dooooown its bumpy slope. it seems as if it's one cool waterfall to match the likes of those in amusement parks like enchanted kingdom. wooohooo. i get a kick out of watching the water fall.
anyway, although those weird little things amuse me and all, at least for a few moments, the thing is, the rain's still dampens everything. i mean, including my mood. nah, not really. =) it just makes me feel so relaxed and cool and peaceful that i end up lethargic and so freakin lazy.
for the record, my washed laundry has been wet for at least 5 times now, and has been hanging outside my room for about a week. today i realized i just had to bring the clothes in the room, and hang em by the window.
for the record, i haven't done my laundry for almost two weeks! by golly, even i am revolted by the thought.
it's the weather you see, but i think i'll wash em soiled clothing after my math class this afternoon. usually i'd find other reasons to procrastinate, but i think the sight of my near-empty closet is enough to bop me on the head.
for the record, i should be working right now! nooo, not on you, my dear bloggie (although i admit it's been two days now), but on something ELSE. oh well.
that reminds me, have to go muna, i'll work a wee bit. then i'll get back to you later. don't worry, i bet my two ageing oranges here that, when i finish this WET WET WET entry, it'll still be wet as ever outside. =)
**************
11:45am.
OH SHIT. i just realized as i posted the WET blog.
i think i just deleted a good chunk of my template. sheeeeeeeet.
you see, i remember editing the link to jasper's blog, and now, the whole thing after wayne's link is gone!
sheeeeet.
must be the rain. hmph. i sure hope i get to fix it.
if you see the sidebar perfectly normal when you happen to visit, then perhaps agent T has secretly accomplished his mission. God i sure hope so.
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11:53am.
sigh. the tagboard's gone.
buti nlang i managed to save a biiiig part of the template, which includes the photos (sakit sa ulo gumawa ng links), but yes, the tagboard's gone. and i just realized, so are my "sponsors". u know, friendster and mtv and billboard and survivor. sigh.
di bale, lemme work on it again.
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12:02pm.
there. the tagboard's revived! woooohooooo!
thank goodness. i still have to make the links again for my sponsors,
but that's not as important as the tag-board.
syeeeeeeet. i hope you don't figure out that i check my site quite often for new tags.
anyway, have to get ready for lunch now. 12:30 raw alis sabi ni wayne. okay!
must not be late. gotta kick the habit! =)
and yeah, it's still raining. thank God there's hot water in the shower.
i'll update this again mamaya! =)
no, i'm not a huge fan of the band.
i'm a little too young for that, even if, you-know-what.
can't say it here.. just yet. ;)
anyway, that's what it really is, WET.
the whole singapore has been drenched in rainwater for the past year it seems.
(it's actually been just a week or so, but it certainly feels way loonger than that.)
it's raining so horribly outside, it has ceased to be romantic or melancholic or dreamy even.
it's just WET.
our hall is interesting; it has these gutters shaped like small "terraces" like those in my home country's banaue tourist spot. i used to wonder what on earth were those small funny-looking canals for. i mean, they were pretty little things. and as it turned out, these gutters give the rainwater one hell of a ride. i mean, SPLASH, SLIDE, SPLASH with every seemingly innocent "terrace". the water splashes so quickly, first to the left, suddenly moves to the right, and down down down and all the way dooooown its bumpy slope. it seems as if it's one cool waterfall to match the likes of those in amusement parks like enchanted kingdom. wooohooo. i get a kick out of watching the water fall.
anyway, although those weird little things amuse me and all, at least for a few moments, the thing is, the rain's still dampens everything. i mean, including my mood. nah, not really. =) it just makes me feel so relaxed and cool and peaceful that i end up lethargic and so freakin lazy.
for the record, my washed laundry has been wet for at least 5 times now, and has been hanging outside my room for about a week. today i realized i just had to bring the clothes in the room, and hang em by the window.
for the record, i haven't done my laundry for almost two weeks! by golly, even i am revolted by the thought.
it's the weather you see, but i think i'll wash em soiled clothing after my math class this afternoon. usually i'd find other reasons to procrastinate, but i think the sight of my near-empty closet is enough to bop me on the head.
for the record, i should be working right now! nooo, not on you, my dear bloggie (although i admit it's been two days now), but on something ELSE. oh well.
that reminds me, have to go muna, i'll work a wee bit. then i'll get back to you later. don't worry, i bet my two ageing oranges here that, when i finish this WET WET WET entry, it'll still be wet as ever outside. =)
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11:45am.
OH SHIT. i just realized as i posted the WET blog.
i think i just deleted a good chunk of my template. sheeeeeeeet.
you see, i remember editing the link to jasper's blog, and now, the whole thing after wayne's link is gone!
sheeeeet.
must be the rain. hmph. i sure hope i get to fix it.
if you see the sidebar perfectly normal when you happen to visit, then perhaps agent T has secretly accomplished his mission. God i sure hope so.
**************
11:53am.
sigh. the tagboard's gone.
buti nlang i managed to save a biiiig part of the template, which includes the photos (sakit sa ulo gumawa ng links), but yes, the tagboard's gone. and i just realized, so are my "sponsors". u know, friendster and mtv and billboard and survivor. sigh.
di bale, lemme work on it again.
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12:02pm.
there. the tagboard's revived! woooohooooo!
thank goodness. i still have to make the links again for my sponsors,
but that's not as important as the tag-board.
syeeeeeeet. i hope you don't figure out that i check my site quite often for new tags.
anyway, have to get ready for lunch now. 12:30 raw alis sabi ni wayne. okay!
must not be late. gotta kick the habit! =)
and yeah, it's still raining. thank God there's hot water in the shower.
i'll update this again mamaya! =)
RAINING AS HARD AS IT GETS
hello again. 4:23pm and i'm posting a new one once again.
singapore is an interesting place. when it's hot and sunny, it's scorching.
when it's cold and raining, you better make sure you have 20-cent coins to dry up your soaked clothes in the duh, dryer.
sigh. i'm feeling lethargic once again.
it's supposed to be a little sunny or cloudy right now, since the sun's supposed to set at 7 o' clock still. but no, the rain just had to come, drenching my rubber shoes, possibly giving me colds (to be known in a few days), and soaking my laundry for what, the fourth time.
but it's all good. i'm not one to complain about such trivial matters.
yes, even if it's been raining everyday for the past week.
i'm tired already. i just came from econometrics class, and mr lee jin gave me the urge to doze off in the lecture theatre.
that's something different, you see, as i'm not the type who sleeps in class. i usually have enough self-control to snap myself back to the reality of a lecture in progress.
don't get me wrong, lee jin's not bad. he teaches fine, he actually seems to care about what students learn and all, and he seems both intellectual and approachable. he doesn't even have singaporean accent, which is a plus. he is a korean with an american one, although he has trouble saying the words "result" ("resurt") and "light bulb" ("light burb"). (i asked korinna if she noticed this newfound fact i learned about him, in addition to his fondness for the word "okay" and his occasional licking of lips, but korinna, apparently in a hypnotic trance too, didn't even notice ever hearing "light bulb" and "result" in today's lecture.)
as i mentioned to korinna during the break, he seems to have INNER PEACE-- not that it's a bad thing.
his voice is so calm and relaxed, it's as if he was once hired as a psychologist or one of those narrators of a yoga or self-hypnosis cassette. he reminds me of genuinely good and mild people who could not even hurt as much as a mosquito. and his voice is the ultimate in relaxation therapy.
so i guess that's why i found myself struggling to wake myself. or perhaps it's the combination of a sleep-inducing voice, the cold weather, and the confusing blur of words and greek symbols and numbers that is econometrics and statistics.
anyway, i'm back in the hall, back in my room, and afzaal is back to playing pakistani music again. i don't mind much, really.
sigh. i don't even know why i'm still blogging right now.
maybe it's the fact that i learned through my hidden site meter that i have quite some readership! hehehehe.
but really, i just don't want this bloggie to appear stale and moldy and unupdated.
tomorrow i have a physics lecture at 8am, for which i must study once again to answer roland su's pre-lecture quiz, a physics tutorial at 2pm, for which i must answer the problem set. i have a math assignment due on thursday, for which i must study study study.
and oh, tonight, i have to get back to being agent T once again, as the PR Comm army will finally finish the banner battle. (i would have to miss ivy's volleyball match at 7:30, where our hall, KE7 will compete with temasek. good luck! )
so, i must kill about a hundred brain cells, and grow around three zits for my work this week.
that doesn't seem so bad, right? i'm choiceless anyway, so i better suck it all in. =)
help me Lord! yehey!
hello again. 4:23pm and i'm posting a new one once again.
singapore is an interesting place. when it's hot and sunny, it's scorching.
when it's cold and raining, you better make sure you have 20-cent coins to dry up your soaked clothes in the duh, dryer.
sigh. i'm feeling lethargic once again.
it's supposed to be a little sunny or cloudy right now, since the sun's supposed to set at 7 o' clock still. but no, the rain just had to come, drenching my rubber shoes, possibly giving me colds (to be known in a few days), and soaking my laundry for what, the fourth time.
but it's all good. i'm not one to complain about such trivial matters.
yes, even if it's been raining everyday for the past week.
i'm tired already. i just came from econometrics class, and mr lee jin gave me the urge to doze off in the lecture theatre.
that's something different, you see, as i'm not the type who sleeps in class. i usually have enough self-control to snap myself back to the reality of a lecture in progress.
don't get me wrong, lee jin's not bad. he teaches fine, he actually seems to care about what students learn and all, and he seems both intellectual and approachable. he doesn't even have singaporean accent, which is a plus. he is a korean with an american one, although he has trouble saying the words "result" ("resurt") and "light bulb" ("light burb"). (i asked korinna if she noticed this newfound fact i learned about him, in addition to his fondness for the word "okay" and his occasional licking of lips, but korinna, apparently in a hypnotic trance too, didn't even notice ever hearing "light bulb" and "result" in today's lecture.)
as i mentioned to korinna during the break, he seems to have INNER PEACE-- not that it's a bad thing.
his voice is so calm and relaxed, it's as if he was once hired as a psychologist or one of those narrators of a yoga or self-hypnosis cassette. he reminds me of genuinely good and mild people who could not even hurt as much as a mosquito. and his voice is the ultimate in relaxation therapy.
so i guess that's why i found myself struggling to wake myself. or perhaps it's the combination of a sleep-inducing voice, the cold weather, and the confusing blur of words and greek symbols and numbers that is econometrics and statistics.
anyway, i'm back in the hall, back in my room, and afzaal is back to playing pakistani music again. i don't mind much, really.
sigh. i don't even know why i'm still blogging right now.
maybe it's the fact that i learned through my hidden site meter that i have quite some readership! hehehehe.
but really, i just don't want this bloggie to appear stale and moldy and unupdated.
tomorrow i have a physics lecture at 8am, for which i must study once again to answer roland su's pre-lecture quiz, a physics tutorial at 2pm, for which i must answer the problem set. i have a math assignment due on thursday, for which i must study study study.
and oh, tonight, i have to get back to being agent T once again, as the PR Comm army will finally finish the banner battle. (i would have to miss ivy's volleyball match at 7:30, where our hall, KE7 will compete with temasek. good luck! )
so, i must kill about a hundred brain cells, and grow around three zits for my work this week.
that doesn't seem so bad, right? i'm choiceless anyway, so i better suck it all in. =)
help me Lord! yehey!
AGENT TOMATO IN ACTION
time : 2305 hours
date : january 25, 2003
name : agent tomato
location: the room across the F4 girls' washroom (that's block F, 4th floor =p), King Edward 7 hall, singapura lah
background music : pakistani music courtesy of agent T's roommate, secret agent and political expert afzaal, hidden beneath his tufts of beard (peace!)
general status: exhausted and sleepy and must study for a tutorial and a lecture tomorrow
background info:
*breakfast resumed today after the CNY interruptions to agent T's utmost delight,
*went to clementi church to attend the 1030 mass but was late by 15 minutes (met exchange guy RJ at the bus),
*had lunch at clementi hawker, after a confusing deliberation of pinoy folk, not due to a clashing of strong views, but due to the lack of such
*did grocery at ntuc fairprice, where agent T purchased his battle drink (freshmilk), his battle food (american bread), his luxury item (a box of prunes).
*returned to hall past 1300 to prepare for the great banner battle scheduled at 1400
** banner action commenced january 20, late evening, and ended past midnight..(see previous post)
2nd phase occurred yesterday.. from 8pm till past 1am
3rd phase today 1400 till God-knows-when
current updates:
agent T is splattered with dirty marks on his hands and feet, due to the intense (and colorful) banner action he and his general pacey had to endure for the past 6 hours or so. painting commenced today at 1430, with the dynamic duo taking on the big black enemy a.k.a. the 15x3m banner. agent T worked on the text, which gave him immense joy for having had the chance to expose his penmanship to the Kingdom, while general pacey, a vietnamese veteran of this kind of war, worked on the images especially the lion. at 1745 everything was going well: the lion perfectly handled by gen. pacey, the text was finished off by agent T in all their silver, red and gold glory. agent T even helped in the tackling of the lion, especially the midsection.
surprisingly, the vietnamese veteran committed the blunder of spilling the brown paint all over the lion's face.
he was aghast. agent T was ruffled, but was unexpectedly calm and collected. they cleaned up using washroom tissue rolls. it was cleaned up after a while. the floor at least, but the lion had a big brown stain across its face.
thank goodness general pacey is a carefree fellow, and although he thought it was a big deal, he didn't think it was too big a problem. the two-man team decided to have a dinner break.
dinner followed. agent T could not get the paint marks off his hands, and left a red stain on the serving spoon for the rice.
he left brown marks on the plate, on the table, and on the plastic cup.
banner battle resumed at 7:30. thankfully, an import from india arrived, by the name of agent balaji. the other crew member, agent prashant, had excused himself earlier due to other committeework. agent T was now working on gradients.. on the lion, on the eagle. the banner was 60% completed. general pacey was redoing the lion, which no longer looked like a "cute dog" or a "bulldog" as bystander kelly had commented the previous night.
reinforcements came at around 2150, with the arrival of karen the scribe and co-commander of the PR Comm army, and her co-commander and publicity head, weikai. karen brought assorted nuts, which agents T and balaji enjoyed munching using their colorful soiled hands as they reasoned that the antibodies can handle the amount of germs.
pingpong guy victor of the logistics branch of PR army helped to paint, but his job was to clean out the paint spots, and he had to make them invisible by painting them black against the black cloth, to the dismay of weikai, karen and bala, who happened to step or sit on the invisible wet paint.
after performing the additional task assigned by commander weikai, which was to add "and archives (comm)" to the self-satisfying text, "organized by PR COMM", agent T excused himself to go to his headquarters to study.
and here he is, exhausted and weary, but is dutifully fulfilling his self-imposed obligation to blog.
current thoughts:
why am i typing?! i should be reading my econometrics book and answering my tutorial! hmph. then again, bloggie can't blame me for not expounding yet on the topics on the previous post. i'm too tired lah! nice singlish dude, now get some sleep and forget bout the bloggie.. for the meantime. goodnight! =)
time : 2305 hours
date : january 25, 2003
name : agent tomato
location: the room across the F4 girls' washroom (that's block F, 4th floor =p), King Edward 7 hall, singapura lah
background music : pakistani music courtesy of agent T's roommate, secret agent and political expert afzaal, hidden beneath his tufts of beard (peace!)
general status: exhausted and sleepy and must study for a tutorial and a lecture tomorrow
background info:
*breakfast resumed today after the CNY interruptions to agent T's utmost delight,
*went to clementi church to attend the 1030 mass but was late by 15 minutes (met exchange guy RJ at the bus),
*had lunch at clementi hawker, after a confusing deliberation of pinoy folk, not due to a clashing of strong views, but due to the lack of such
*did grocery at ntuc fairprice, where agent T purchased his battle drink (freshmilk), his battle food (american bread), his luxury item (a box of prunes).
*returned to hall past 1300 to prepare for the great banner battle scheduled at 1400
** banner action commenced january 20, late evening, and ended past midnight..(see previous post)
2nd phase occurred yesterday.. from 8pm till past 1am
3rd phase today 1400 till God-knows-when
current updates:
agent T is splattered with dirty marks on his hands and feet, due to the intense (and colorful) banner action he and his general pacey had to endure for the past 6 hours or so. painting commenced today at 1430, with the dynamic duo taking on the big black enemy a.k.a. the 15x3m banner. agent T worked on the text, which gave him immense joy for having had the chance to expose his penmanship to the Kingdom, while general pacey, a vietnamese veteran of this kind of war, worked on the images especially the lion. at 1745 everything was going well: the lion perfectly handled by gen. pacey, the text was finished off by agent T in all their silver, red and gold glory. agent T even helped in the tackling of the lion, especially the midsection.
surprisingly, the vietnamese veteran committed the blunder of spilling the brown paint all over the lion's face.
he was aghast. agent T was ruffled, but was unexpectedly calm and collected. they cleaned up using washroom tissue rolls. it was cleaned up after a while. the floor at least, but the lion had a big brown stain across its face.
thank goodness general pacey is a carefree fellow, and although he thought it was a big deal, he didn't think it was too big a problem. the two-man team decided to have a dinner break.
dinner followed. agent T could not get the paint marks off his hands, and left a red stain on the serving spoon for the rice.
he left brown marks on the plate, on the table, and on the plastic cup.
banner battle resumed at 7:30. thankfully, an import from india arrived, by the name of agent balaji. the other crew member, agent prashant, had excused himself earlier due to other committeework. agent T was now working on gradients.. on the lion, on the eagle. the banner was 60% completed. general pacey was redoing the lion, which no longer looked like a "cute dog" or a "bulldog" as bystander kelly had commented the previous night.
reinforcements came at around 2150, with the arrival of karen the scribe and co-commander of the PR Comm army, and her co-commander and publicity head, weikai. karen brought assorted nuts, which agents T and balaji enjoyed munching using their colorful soiled hands as they reasoned that the antibodies can handle the amount of germs.
pingpong guy victor of the logistics branch of PR army helped to paint, but his job was to clean out the paint spots, and he had to make them invisible by painting them black against the black cloth, to the dismay of weikai, karen and bala, who happened to step or sit on the invisible wet paint.
after performing the additional task assigned by commander weikai, which was to add "and archives (comm)" to the self-satisfying text, "organized by PR COMM", agent T excused himself to go to his headquarters to study.
and here he is, exhausted and weary, but is dutifully fulfilling his self-imposed obligation to blog.
current thoughts:
why am i typing?! i should be reading my econometrics book and answering my tutorial! hmph. then again, bloggie can't blame me for not expounding yet on the topics on the previous post. i'm too tired lah! nice singlish dude, now get some sleep and forget bout the bloggie.. for the meantime. goodnight! =)
SO LITTLE TIME, SO MUCH (BLOGGIN') TO DO!
CNY EVE II, NEW YEAR FINALLY, MALAYSIA AND BACK... and KOR's BDAY!
hello! it's 11:06 pm, january 23, as it type this.
wayne dell is in my room, as he left his key in malaysia (the poor thing..and yes, i'll tell you 'bout malaysia soon). he can't enter his room, you see, so i'm obliged (?!) to play host tonight, or perhaps till the night after that. i don't mind, really (hmm... let me rethink that. =P). afzaal's behind me, facing his own PC, busy with surfing or chatting on msn.
hmmm... know the arkarna song "so little time"?
that's a little bit how i feel tonight. so many events have happened, and i'm too busy or too lazy to blog. hmmm... but i'll tell anyway...but in my own pace. hehehe.
i think i'll just categorize the events so i don't miss out on stuff, and so that, this won't be a looong, unreadable blog. so here. =)
CNY EVE II
hmmm... the previous post mentioned the early part of the new year. here's the sequel.
hmm... on second thought, i'm too sleepy and i think wayne's in the mood to blog right now (wayne obviously is gonna use my PC.. hehe). so there, another postponement! oh well. im sorry dear bloggie. i'm gonna read my "like water to chocolate" muna, ha? no, i'm gonna finish it. hehehe. it's due tomorrow, you see. so off i go for tonight! i;m gonna resume sooooon! =)
GONG XI FA CAI! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR!
MALAYSIA!
BACK TO SINGAPORE (THANKFULLY)
CNY EVE II, NEW YEAR FINALLY, MALAYSIA AND BACK... and KOR's BDAY!
hello! it's 11:06 pm, january 23, as it type this.
wayne dell is in my room, as he left his key in malaysia (the poor thing..and yes, i'll tell you 'bout malaysia soon). he can't enter his room, you see, so i'm obliged (?!) to play host tonight, or perhaps till the night after that. i don't mind, really (hmm... let me rethink that. =P). afzaal's behind me, facing his own PC, busy with surfing or chatting on msn.
hmmm... know the arkarna song "so little time"?
that's a little bit how i feel tonight. so many events have happened, and i'm too busy or too lazy to blog. hmmm... but i'll tell anyway...but in my own pace. hehehe.
i think i'll just categorize the events so i don't miss out on stuff, and so that, this won't be a looong, unreadable blog. so here. =)
CNY EVE II
hmmm... the previous post mentioned the early part of the new year. here's the sequel.
hmm... on second thought, i'm too sleepy and i think wayne's in the mood to blog right now (wayne obviously is gonna use my PC.. hehe). so there, another postponement! oh well. im sorry dear bloggie. i'm gonna read my "like water to chocolate" muna, ha? no, i'm gonna finish it. hehehe. it's due tomorrow, you see. so off i go for tonight! i;m gonna resume sooooon! =)
GONG XI FA CAI! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR!
MALAYSIA!
BACK TO SINGAPORE (THANKFULLY)
CHINESE NEW YEAR'S EVE
my chinese new year's eve began as i was making the banner for the heritage week, with pacey, who's in-charge for the whole thing. i was his designated assistant. yeah, the rest are also assistants when they have time, but i'm sort of the first assistant, or perhaps the the associate in-charge, if you will. i mean, the assistant who actually carries the burden of accountability, somehow.
okay, so it was work that spilled over to CNY eve. i met up with pacey 9pm last night, got our paints and pencils from the stock room, bought the lacking materials from georgie's mart across our hall, set up the newspapers for the approximately 15x3m black cloth, and made lines with my 30-cm ruler and pacey's make-shift meter stick: a folded newspaper with dimensions he measured by the stretch of his hand, which reminded me of a game in the philippines i used to play. shatong is a game where a small, thin stick is placed on the soil over a small hole, dug up to allow a longer stick to hit the smaller one, causing it to fly into the air to get it as far away as possible for the base. there are other rules that i have forgotten, but what's interesting is that the neighborhood kids used their stretched hands to measure the "distance".
pacey cooked up a design of a lion and an eagle on both left and right ends of the banner respectively: the "mascots" of the ageing, 87-year-old (but still kicking!) hall, King Edward VII. hmmm... why don't i post the crest of our hall? and no, this isn't the banner yet.
hmmm... i think i'm in the mood for a little digression (who doesn't right? i mean, it's my blog..0=P), so i think i'm gonna post this only photo i have of the hall. it's amateurish.. i took it when i was in a picture-taking mood, and i just stretched my arm out my window, webcam in hand, and took this shot. the lighting isn't perfect, but the photo's not too bad, i think. (hey, it's my only photo!)
anyway, 'nuff of that. where was i?
(ang init dito sa room right now! sun's gonna set in about an hour and a half...at around 7pm, kaya ang init sa side ng window! argh.)
hmmm... oh yeah. the design.
the banner is designed for the heritage week, in celebration of Lolo KE7 Hall's 87 freakin' years! so lemme give you a mental picture: lion mascot on the left, connected to a fluid-like, flowing (redundant?), series of clocks that form the number "8", flowing into a series of digital symbols (u know, the matrix-inspired binary digits to give a high-tech feel) that form the number "7", and finally forming an eagle which is soaring up in the air.
the text reads, "King Edward VII (text on top), 87 years (center text) of striving, seeking, serving and SOARING (text on bottom). you see the motto of the hall is "to strive, to seek, to serve". we just added a little twist. and oh, weikai, my big boss in the pubz (a.k.a. publicity) department of pr comm, emphasized the following text which he said, must be prominent: "ORGANIZED BY PR COMM".
so, pacey and i started working at around 9:30 last night, and it was only till around midnight (CNY eve finally!) that weikai, shijie, prashant and balaji (the last two are indian friends) came to do the emulsion paint.
i, was in fact, in charge of making all the text that i previously mentioned.. something that made me feel a little proud of myself. i mean, i don't have the best handwriting, but somehow, in the confusion that is PR comm, i managed to end up doing the text. pacey's a veteran already, having designed his AB block shirt, and goodness gracious, 3 hallwide designs: the banner for for Inter-Block Games, the banner AND t-shirt for Inter-Hall Games. my simple pride rests in the designing of a "display board" for pr comm, consisting of large, red 3D blocks of the words PR COMM, displayed near the dining hall's entrance, and the bookmark design i mentioned in a previous post. now i was doing the text for the banner. sweeeeet.
it was past midnight when i finished the text, and i left the guys to finish working on the emulsion paint. i was to have a physics class at 8 in the morning, which required me to do a 20-page reading of our favorite giancoli book, and a quick scan of the 54 slides in our lecture notes as we were to have a pre-lecture quiz.
i brought my notes with me as i was working on the banner, but, as always, when i bring notes during an entirely different activity in the hope of studying, i never got to study them. but it was okay, the quiz turned out to be quite simple. it was open book even, and i think i got only one mistake, hopefully.
oops, there goes wayne's second call for dinner. i have to put my shirt on and go down now okay? i'll finish this soon!
my chinese new year's eve began as i was making the banner for the heritage week, with pacey, who's in-charge for the whole thing. i was his designated assistant. yeah, the rest are also assistants when they have time, but i'm sort of the first assistant, or perhaps the the associate in-charge, if you will. i mean, the assistant who actually carries the burden of accountability, somehow.
okay, so it was work that spilled over to CNY eve. i met up with pacey 9pm last night, got our paints and pencils from the stock room, bought the lacking materials from georgie's mart across our hall, set up the newspapers for the approximately 15x3m black cloth, and made lines with my 30-cm ruler and pacey's make-shift meter stick: a folded newspaper with dimensions he measured by the stretch of his hand, which reminded me of a game in the philippines i used to play. shatong is a game where a small, thin stick is placed on the soil over a small hole, dug up to allow a longer stick to hit the smaller one, causing it to fly into the air to get it as far away as possible for the base. there are other rules that i have forgotten, but what's interesting is that the neighborhood kids used their stretched hands to measure the "distance".
pacey cooked up a design of a lion and an eagle on both left and right ends of the banner respectively: the "mascots" of the ageing, 87-year-old (but still kicking!) hall, King Edward VII. hmmm... why don't i post the crest of our hall? and no, this isn't the banner yet.
hmmm... i think i'm in the mood for a little digression (who doesn't right? i mean, it's my blog..0=P), so i think i'm gonna post this only photo i have of the hall. it's amateurish.. i took it when i was in a picture-taking mood, and i just stretched my arm out my window, webcam in hand, and took this shot. the lighting isn't perfect, but the photo's not too bad, i think. (hey, it's my only photo!)
anyway, 'nuff of that. where was i?
(ang init dito sa room right now! sun's gonna set in about an hour and a half...at around 7pm, kaya ang init sa side ng window! argh.)
hmmm... oh yeah. the design.
the banner is designed for the heritage week, in celebration of Lolo KE7 Hall's 87 freakin' years! so lemme give you a mental picture: lion mascot on the left, connected to a fluid-like, flowing (redundant?), series of clocks that form the number "8", flowing into a series of digital symbols (u know, the matrix-inspired binary digits to give a high-tech feel) that form the number "7", and finally forming an eagle which is soaring up in the air.
the text reads, "King Edward VII (text on top), 87 years (center text) of striving, seeking, serving and SOARING (text on bottom). you see the motto of the hall is "to strive, to seek, to serve". we just added a little twist. and oh, weikai, my big boss in the pubz (a.k.a. publicity) department of pr comm, emphasized the following text which he said, must be prominent: "ORGANIZED BY PR COMM".
so, pacey and i started working at around 9:30 last night, and it was only till around midnight (CNY eve finally!) that weikai, shijie, prashant and balaji (the last two are indian friends) came to do the emulsion paint.
i, was in fact, in charge of making all the text that i previously mentioned.. something that made me feel a little proud of myself. i mean, i don't have the best handwriting, but somehow, in the confusion that is PR comm, i managed to end up doing the text. pacey's a veteran already, having designed his AB block shirt, and goodness gracious, 3 hallwide designs: the banner for for Inter-Block Games, the banner AND t-shirt for Inter-Hall Games. my simple pride rests in the designing of a "display board" for pr comm, consisting of large, red 3D blocks of the words PR COMM, displayed near the dining hall's entrance, and the bookmark design i mentioned in a previous post. now i was doing the text for the banner. sweeeeet.
it was past midnight when i finished the text, and i left the guys to finish working on the emulsion paint. i was to have a physics class at 8 in the morning, which required me to do a 20-page reading of our favorite giancoli book, and a quick scan of the 54 slides in our lecture notes as we were to have a pre-lecture quiz.
i brought my notes with me as i was working on the banner, but, as always, when i bring notes during an entirely different activity in the hope of studying, i never got to study them. but it was okay, the quiz turned out to be quite simple. it was open book even, and i think i got only one mistake, hopefully.
oops, there goes wayne's second call for dinner. i have to put my shirt on and go down now okay? i'll finish this soon!
I SHOULD BE WORKING
hey.
it's five to one in the morning.
i should be doing my math tutorial or printing notes for econometrics or reading physics lessons in advance.
Lord please help me FOCUS. :)
good night.
(budgeting blogtime and time for everything else is the first step.=p)
hey.
it's five to one in the morning.
i should be doing my math tutorial or printing notes for econometrics or reading physics lessons in advance.
Lord please help me FOCUS. :)
good night.
(budgeting blogtime and time for everything else is the first step.=p)
DRAINED
i'm drained but i'm okay.
my previous blog mentioned the major (albeit miserable) highlight of my day.
i'm glad that apparently wayne, kors, and ivy didn't read my blog before going to dinner. they barely noticed there was something wrong with me (at least i think so...or maybe they're good actors like me too?! =P).
anyway, besides feeling a bit "funny" (but it's not funny to feel like this at all, mind you), i think i was okay. i'm not one to wallow in misery excessively, but yeah, i was shaken. still, i managed to have some control. i had to, because i had a PR comm meeting at 9pm, together with the archives comm, to discuss plans for the coming heritage week in our hall next month.
the joint meeting was okay. i didn't do much but listen to some plans for that special week, and some mandarin here, mandarin there. i didn't mind. i was patiently listening (or appearing to be). shijie, the in-charge for the designs under the publicity arm of pr comm, tasked me to bring my laptop as he would have to use a design i made, to be used as a bookmark. let me try to post it here:
hmmm.. it's 2:04am already.. can i please continue this later?
you see, i really am drained and i must cut this short even if my paragraph doesn't have a complete thought yet. yes, i think i'm just uber tired. i promise to work on this again in the very near future. good night!
****
okay. it's 5:27pm now, and i've decided to tell u why i was so tired last night.
it won't take much space really. i sure hope so.
anyway, the design i made is posted on top. i made another variation with a clock in the background casting a shadow, which is shown on the right. anyway, shijie decided that the one on the left, without the clock, would be used for the bookmark.
that was at around 11pm, after the meeting with the archives comm.
frankly, i didn't seem to have much use in the inter-comm meeting, since the heads were those who did most of the talking, and i had the feeling i was merely there so that, when the heads could talk about the manpower of pr comm, they could look at me and say they actually have subordinates. you see, my task was to do the banner with pacey, an artistic vietnamese, and that job of ours seemed to have been quite settled already, quite detached from the display boards on which the archives' output would be posted. oh well, i didn't mind staying. my thoughts wandered a few times, but i managed to take note of the important points.
hmmm.. i digressed again, i think. oh well. let's carry on.
so shijie asked me to make the design and prepare it to be printed on bookmarks to be sent to our hall's sponsors for Chinese New Year greetings. it wasn't a terrible task.. 20 bookmarks on an A4 size paper, the house design in front, the PR comm logo at the back. it wasn't supposed to be too time-consuming, thanks to the wonders of photoshop.
so that's what i did. why it took me until past 1am?
because, after i had made the front design, which i sent to shijie through msn, he realized that the design should NOT have the words "heritage week". okay. it wouldn't have been a problem to remove the text, but i already merged the layers.
so i got the original design, edited it again, and made 20. then, photoshop just had to HANG. i was a little annoyed, but surprisingly, this new sem has seen me a little more patient, a little more accepting. after i edited it for the second time, i sent it. there.
then i had to make 20 too for the PR comm logo. i had trouble looking for the logo, as it was not in the files folder in the yahoo!groups site. i told shijie, and he tried sending it to m through msn, but the sending failed for some reason. being the clever kid that i am, i opened a welcome letter file from my boss weikai, and there was the logo in the letterhead. that did it. it turned out okay.
hmmm.. i think i've been telling useless and uninteresting stuff in the above text.. anyway, needless to say, i went to bed after that. but only after i went down to meet shijie's girlfriend to give her the gold thread xiaolong and i went to buy in clementi to be used for the bookmarks, AND, after i typed my blog.
there. it's raining right now. i'm feeling strangely fine.
it's 5:58 already, i'm meeting nestor and wayne and kor and ivy for dinner, then we'll go to the pinoy meeting at the hon sui sen library to discuss plans for the international students night next month. oh, and i have to do my maths tutorial too. sigh. i should control my internet activities!
and you, my precious bloggie, are included! =)
i'm drained but i'm okay.
my previous blog mentioned the major (albeit miserable) highlight of my day.
i'm glad that apparently wayne, kors, and ivy didn't read my blog before going to dinner. they barely noticed there was something wrong with me (at least i think so...or maybe they're good actors like me too?! =P).
anyway, besides feeling a bit "funny" (but it's not funny to feel like this at all, mind you), i think i was okay. i'm not one to wallow in misery excessively, but yeah, i was shaken. still, i managed to have some control. i had to, because i had a PR comm meeting at 9pm, together with the archives comm, to discuss plans for the coming heritage week in our hall next month.
the joint meeting was okay. i didn't do much but listen to some plans for that special week, and some mandarin here, mandarin there. i didn't mind. i was patiently listening (or appearing to be). shijie, the in-charge for the designs under the publicity arm of pr comm, tasked me to bring my laptop as he would have to use a design i made, to be used as a bookmark. let me try to post it here:
hmmm.. it's 2:04am already.. can i please continue this later?
you see, i really am drained and i must cut this short even if my paragraph doesn't have a complete thought yet. yes, i think i'm just uber tired. i promise to work on this again in the very near future. good night!
****
okay. it's 5:27pm now, and i've decided to tell u why i was so tired last night.
it won't take much space really. i sure hope so.
anyway, the design i made is posted on top. i made another variation with a clock in the background casting a shadow, which is shown on the right. anyway, shijie decided that the one on the left, without the clock, would be used for the bookmark.
that was at around 11pm, after the meeting with the archives comm.
frankly, i didn't seem to have much use in the inter-comm meeting, since the heads were those who did most of the talking, and i had the feeling i was merely there so that, when the heads could talk about the manpower of pr comm, they could look at me and say they actually have subordinates. you see, my task was to do the banner with pacey, an artistic vietnamese, and that job of ours seemed to have been quite settled already, quite detached from the display boards on which the archives' output would be posted. oh well, i didn't mind staying. my thoughts wandered a few times, but i managed to take note of the important points.
hmmm.. i digressed again, i think. oh well. let's carry on.
so shijie asked me to make the design and prepare it to be printed on bookmarks to be sent to our hall's sponsors for Chinese New Year greetings. it wasn't a terrible task.. 20 bookmarks on an A4 size paper, the house design in front, the PR comm logo at the back. it wasn't supposed to be too time-consuming, thanks to the wonders of photoshop.
so that's what i did. why it took me until past 1am?
because, after i had made the front design, which i sent to shijie through msn, he realized that the design should NOT have the words "heritage week". okay. it wouldn't have been a problem to remove the text, but i already merged the layers.
so i got the original design, edited it again, and made 20. then, photoshop just had to HANG. i was a little annoyed, but surprisingly, this new sem has seen me a little more patient, a little more accepting. after i edited it for the second time, i sent it. there.
then i had to make 20 too for the PR comm logo. i had trouble looking for the logo, as it was not in the files folder in the yahoo!groups site. i told shijie, and he tried sending it to m through msn, but the sending failed for some reason. being the clever kid that i am, i opened a welcome letter file from my boss weikai, and there was the logo in the letterhead. that did it. it turned out okay.
hmmm.. i think i've been telling useless and uninteresting stuff in the above text.. anyway, needless to say, i went to bed after that. but only after i went down to meet shijie's girlfriend to give her the gold thread xiaolong and i went to buy in clementi to be used for the bookmarks, AND, after i typed my blog.
there. it's raining right now. i'm feeling strangely fine.
it's 5:58 already, i'm meeting nestor and wayne and kor and ivy for dinner, then we'll go to the pinoy meeting at the hon sui sen library to discuss plans for the international students night next month. oh, and i have to do my maths tutorial too. sigh. i should control my internet activities!
and you, my precious bloggie, are included! =)
FOR THE RECORD
i refuse to post depressing stories and the saddest anecdotes.
let me just say that, for the record, the past hour was a one of the most miserable, one of the most devastating and heartbreaking times in my life. enough said.
nothing readable in that supposed blog entry of mine, which, i shall keep, by the way, in the deepest recesses of my, dare i say it, heart. :'(
p.s.
xiaolong greeted me in the corridor as i was carrying up my laundry, and i hope to God he didn't notice anything wrong with me. ditto with my roommate afzaal, who surprised me as he suddenly entered our room from his usual sunday get-together with his seniors, at the moment when i was most vulnerable. he's behind me right now, we engaged in small talk too, but i didn't dare show him my face. maybe later after i take my nap, when i don't feel as ODD as i feel right now.
i refuse to post depressing stories and the saddest anecdotes.
let me just say that, for the record, the past hour was a one of the most miserable, one of the most devastating and heartbreaking times in my life. enough said.
nothing readable in that supposed blog entry of mine, which, i shall keep, by the way, in the deepest recesses of my, dare i say it, heart. :'(
p.s.
xiaolong greeted me in the corridor as i was carrying up my laundry, and i hope to God he didn't notice anything wrong with me. ditto with my roommate afzaal, who surprised me as he suddenly entered our room from his usual sunday get-together with his seniors, at the moment when i was most vulnerable. he's behind me right now, we engaged in small talk too, but i didn't dare show him my face. maybe later after i take my nap, when i don't feel as ODD as i feel right now.
DISTRACTING?
hahaha. just added a bunch of photos.
those of kai my laughing sister, and those of my fellow titans here in singapore.
and yes, i added the tagboard too!
i hope these aren't too distracting, okay?
the point here is the text of the bloggie, right?
argh.. i'm getting a bit choosy about the things want for this new baby Bloggie i have.
could i possibly be hooked already? hmmm...
hahaha. just added a bunch of photos.
those of kai my laughing sister, and those of my fellow titans here in singapore.
and yes, i added the tagboard too!
i hope these aren't too distracting, okay?
the point here is the text of the bloggie, right?
argh.. i'm getting a bit choosy about the things want for this new baby Bloggie i have.
could i possibly be hooked already? hmmm...
ODD
hello again. it's 12:21 am, and i think this should still be counted as yesterday's blog... i mean, january17... you know what i mean.
i don't feel like writing a theme-inspired blog for today or anything too well-thought-out.
i'm feeling a little tired. hmm... maybe a little too tired.
hmmm... so let me see.. let me reflect on my day.
i woke up at 8:45, had breakfast at 9am as usual (for this past week),
went up, surfed awhile, was invited to lunch at 1pm with wayne dell and kor and ibs, had to bargain for 1:10pm because pacey suddenly couldn't come with me and xiaolong to clementi to buy the materials for the pr comm project, and i had to get the map and get the money from his room AFTER having lunch at the arts canteen, walked up the shepherd's path to the science bus stop, met up with xiaolong, went to clementi, bought some cardboard and cloth and tracing paper and mahjong paper and thread and black papers, went to NTUC as xiaolong had to buy food to store for the chinese new year on thursday 22/1, went back, had dinner with wayne dell and korinna and ivy and the rest of the bridging kids and friends, came back up to my room, surfed awhile, turned off the computer, read "like water for chocolate" for awhile, couldn't resist the urge and had to turn on the computer again.. and here i am once again in front of the pc when i should be sleeping already.
hmmm... that seems like an awful lot of things right? makes me even tired just reading it.
but then again, those aren't really the highlights of my day.
i feel a little odd because of someone i texted (or SMS for the non-pinoy folk), because of... things.
things that aren't to be broadcast in a blog.
but whatever it was, it made me feel odd.
odd is one of my favorite words.
it sounds odd, too, when you think about it.
it doesn't sound nice, but it isn't horrible-sounding either.
in fact, it sounds a little sad. a little melancholic.
or maybe i'm just too sleepy and out of my wits at 12:35 am.
anyway, i feel odd.
it's odd too, that i just read korinna's blog and i feel.. odd.
she seems happy and cheerful always, but it turns out that i just simply couldn't spot the times when she's not feeling too well. case in point: last night.
heck, i don't even remember what i did.
it makes me feel...odd.
or maybe it's because of the book i'm reading.
"like water for chocolate" by laura esquivel.
it's a "delectable" read, if you please, about a young Mexican (?) lady who loves to cook exotic dishes that stimulate the wildest emotions,the lady who literally causes floods of tears, who is torn between loving the man she used to desire despite her mother's disapproval of her marriage to anyone, or the doctor she has grown to love in her time of distress.
no. don't receive that type of description. it doesn't give justice to the book.
it's a romance novel all right, with mexican recipes interspersed in the text.
it is simply charming, since it has the barrio feel, with a surreal atmosphere, and some sensuality.
argh. look at my english. it has degenerated! i'm sorry i'm not at my sharpest right now.. i'm feeling a little bit... ODD.
the story of Tita, the name of the lead character, is, more than anything, about frustrated love.
it's sad actually, and perhaps that's the reason i'm feeling a little strange right now.
maybe i'm a little sad. i don't know why.
perhaps i've perfected the art of thespians. of actors.
when i was with xiaolong awhile ago for a good 3 hours too, from 2:30 to 5:30pm,
i did have a good time. xiaolong's such a kind fellow, a brainy one too, a scholar from mainland China, who is genuinely fun to talk with.
when i was with wayne, ivy, korinna, awhile ago, we found ourselves laughing about the mundanest things, about tv, about anything that could possibly be talked about.
sometimes i think i can project myself differently from what i feel, but at times, people can detect something's not too right. apparently, people detect it rarely now, and nobody caught me today, when i was feeling a little sad.
hmmm... did i just use the word "sad"?
i was planning to use the word "odd". because that's what it is, ODD.
i hope i haven't become the best-acting hypocrite around, but it sure is odd that
part of me can be happy and can be sad at the same time.
perhaps consciously, i was doing fine and well and wonderful, but inside,
when i remember about THINGS later on (or maybe right now at 12:58am), i realize that
i was subconsciously sad all along.
it's like running a race, you run and run and might probably win the 400-meter dash.. and then
later, after the game, you realize that you've been sporting a bruised leg all along.
and the sting is more pronounced as you remember that you had the bruise at all.
there goes my phone. it's a message from cyril.. quite unexpected actually.
there. i'm smiling once again. he's actually willing to snail mail me, korinna and ibiang.
hahahaha. i think i'll reply using chikka right now.
where was i? hmmm... i think this blog is getting odder by the minute, so i suggest you patch whatever random ramblings i typed here till you come up with something that's um... less odd.
good night!
p.s.
i promise to write something more cheerful next time!
and oh, check out the photos! i spent HOURS on them at noon today!
thank you photobucket! hehehehe.
hello again. it's 12:21 am, and i think this should still be counted as yesterday's blog... i mean, january17... you know what i mean.
i don't feel like writing a theme-inspired blog for today or anything too well-thought-out.
i'm feeling a little tired. hmm... maybe a little too tired.
hmmm... so let me see.. let me reflect on my day.
i woke up at 8:45, had breakfast at 9am as usual (for this past week),
went up, surfed awhile, was invited to lunch at 1pm with wayne dell and kor and ibs, had to bargain for 1:10pm because pacey suddenly couldn't come with me and xiaolong to clementi to buy the materials for the pr comm project, and i had to get the map and get the money from his room AFTER having lunch at the arts canteen, walked up the shepherd's path to the science bus stop, met up with xiaolong, went to clementi, bought some cardboard and cloth and tracing paper and mahjong paper and thread and black papers, went to NTUC as xiaolong had to buy food to store for the chinese new year on thursday 22/1, went back, had dinner with wayne dell and korinna and ivy and the rest of the bridging kids and friends, came back up to my room, surfed awhile, turned off the computer, read "like water for chocolate" for awhile, couldn't resist the urge and had to turn on the computer again.. and here i am once again in front of the pc when i should be sleeping already.
hmmm... that seems like an awful lot of things right? makes me even tired just reading it.
but then again, those aren't really the highlights of my day.
i feel a little odd because of someone i texted (or SMS for the non-pinoy folk), because of... things.
things that aren't to be broadcast in a blog.
but whatever it was, it made me feel odd.
odd is one of my favorite words.
it sounds odd, too, when you think about it.
it doesn't sound nice, but it isn't horrible-sounding either.
in fact, it sounds a little sad. a little melancholic.
or maybe i'm just too sleepy and out of my wits at 12:35 am.
anyway, i feel odd.
it's odd too, that i just read korinna's blog and i feel.. odd.
she seems happy and cheerful always, but it turns out that i just simply couldn't spot the times when she's not feeling too well. case in point: last night.
heck, i don't even remember what i did.
it makes me feel...odd.
or maybe it's because of the book i'm reading.
"like water for chocolate" by laura esquivel.
it's a "delectable" read, if you please, about a young Mexican (?) lady who loves to cook exotic dishes that stimulate the wildest emotions,the lady who literally causes floods of tears, who is torn between loving the man she used to desire despite her mother's disapproval of her marriage to anyone, or the doctor she has grown to love in her time of distress.
no. don't receive that type of description. it doesn't give justice to the book.
it's a romance novel all right, with mexican recipes interspersed in the text.
it is simply charming, since it has the barrio feel, with a surreal atmosphere, and some sensuality.
argh. look at my english. it has degenerated! i'm sorry i'm not at my sharpest right now.. i'm feeling a little bit... ODD.
the story of Tita, the name of the lead character, is, more than anything, about frustrated love.
it's sad actually, and perhaps that's the reason i'm feeling a little strange right now.
maybe i'm a little sad. i don't know why.
perhaps i've perfected the art of thespians. of actors.
when i was with xiaolong awhile ago for a good 3 hours too, from 2:30 to 5:30pm,
i did have a good time. xiaolong's such a kind fellow, a brainy one too, a scholar from mainland China, who is genuinely fun to talk with.
when i was with wayne, ivy, korinna, awhile ago, we found ourselves laughing about the mundanest things, about tv, about anything that could possibly be talked about.
sometimes i think i can project myself differently from what i feel, but at times, people can detect something's not too right. apparently, people detect it rarely now, and nobody caught me today, when i was feeling a little sad.
hmmm... did i just use the word "sad"?
i was planning to use the word "odd". because that's what it is, ODD.
i hope i haven't become the best-acting hypocrite around, but it sure is odd that
part of me can be happy and can be sad at the same time.
perhaps consciously, i was doing fine and well and wonderful, but inside,
when i remember about THINGS later on (or maybe right now at 12:58am), i realize that
i was subconsciously sad all along.
it's like running a race, you run and run and might probably win the 400-meter dash.. and then
later, after the game, you realize that you've been sporting a bruised leg all along.
and the sting is more pronounced as you remember that you had the bruise at all.
there goes my phone. it's a message from cyril.. quite unexpected actually.
there. i'm smiling once again. he's actually willing to snail mail me, korinna and ibiang.
hahahaha. i think i'll reply using chikka right now.
where was i? hmmm... i think this blog is getting odder by the minute, so i suggest you patch whatever random ramblings i typed here till you come up with something that's um... less odd.
good night!
p.s.
i promise to write something more cheerful next time!
and oh, check out the photos! i spent HOURS on them at noon today!
thank you photobucket! hehehehe.
I DID BLOGWORK TODAY, MIND YOU
hello there bloggie.
it may seem like i didn't work on you today (or rather yesterday, since it's past midnight already),
as i didn't post anything for the whole cyberspace to see (nah, i don't even broadcast my blog address yet).
but mind you, i did do blogwork! :)
my achievements of the day (or yesterday):
1) we moved!
yes, you bloggie, and i your dutiful master, have moved to our new home: blogspot.
Blog-city was a good place indeed: user-friendly and with an appealing interface,
but it simply would not allow photos. oh well. here at blogspot, i feel that our needs will be attended to.
all for our own aesthetic glory! bwahahahaha!
2) i spent hours creating the new image!
it may seem, my dear bloggie, that not much content has been added, but it is only so because i worked "backstage" today. i killed hours of my lunchtime (i had lunch at 3:30pm!)and naptime to search for cool images at www.blogskins.com, till i finally decided i'd take this template with a starry, nightsky feel.
i had to consult romel regarding photos and servers, and wayne dell for html programming stuff.
my work may not be fully finished, but wait till photobucket sends me the email i need to confirm my account...then we'll have photos!
3) i painstakingly edited my blogs again!
well, "moving" does not only mean a physical transfer of my blogs. i had to edit you, bloggie, all of the blogs that compose you, so they look pleasant in our new home. so that the new environment suits you well. you see, blogspot requires more html knowledge, but the appearance is better, right?
there.
i worked behind-the-scenes, and now, with this new blog, i'm a star actor onstage as well.
if there's a complaint i have 'bout blogspot though, it is that the webpage doesn't show characters like é (i'm sure you won't see this character when this gets posted, but it's the "e" in "touche" and "cafe"), and the ñ (that's the spanish(?) "n" in "cono" and "pina" as in pineapple, and "soroNgon").
but what the heck. the perks eclipse the little flaws.
happy new home, bloggie.
p.s.
just had e-block supper at 10:30 today.
i was with xaypanya, navuth, and this new chinese friend lavender.
that's his english name, obviously, and his chinese name sounds like "lee bow".
argh. i really want to learn to speak mandarin!
i think it would be cool. ;P
i'm taking mandarin class next sem with karen and ivy (i think), but for now i'll have to wait.
i don't mind much, really. =)
hello there bloggie.
it may seem like i didn't work on you today (or rather yesterday, since it's past midnight already),
as i didn't post anything for the whole cyberspace to see (nah, i don't even broadcast my blog address yet).
but mind you, i did do blogwork! :)
my achievements of the day (or yesterday):
1) we moved!
yes, you bloggie, and i your dutiful master, have moved to our new home: blogspot.
Blog-city was a good place indeed: user-friendly and with an appealing interface,
but it simply would not allow photos. oh well. here at blogspot, i feel that our needs will be attended to.
all for our own aesthetic glory! bwahahahaha!
2) i spent hours creating the new image!
it may seem, my dear bloggie, that not much content has been added, but it is only so because i worked "backstage" today. i killed hours of my lunchtime (i had lunch at 3:30pm!)and naptime to search for cool images at www.blogskins.com, till i finally decided i'd take this template with a starry, nightsky feel.
i had to consult romel regarding photos and servers, and wayne dell for html programming stuff.
my work may not be fully finished, but wait till photobucket sends me the email i need to confirm my account...then we'll have photos!
3) i painstakingly edited my blogs again!
well, "moving" does not only mean a physical transfer of my blogs. i had to edit you, bloggie, all of the blogs that compose you, so they look pleasant in our new home. so that the new environment suits you well. you see, blogspot requires more html knowledge, but the appearance is better, right?
there.
i worked behind-the-scenes, and now, with this new blog, i'm a star actor onstage as well.
if there's a complaint i have 'bout blogspot though, it is that the webpage doesn't show characters like é (i'm sure you won't see this character when this gets posted, but it's the "e" in "touche" and "cafe"), and the ñ (that's the spanish(?) "n" in "cono" and "pina" as in pineapple, and "soroNgon").
but what the heck. the perks eclipse the little flaws.
happy new home, bloggie.
p.s.
just had e-block supper at 10:30 today.
i was with xaypanya, navuth, and this new chinese friend lavender.
that's his english name, obviously, and his chinese name sounds like "lee bow".
argh. i really want to learn to speak mandarin!
i think it would be cool. ;P
i'm taking mandarin class next sem with karen and ivy (i think), but for now i'll have to wait.
i don't mind much, really. =)
ON FRIENDTEST AND FRIENDSTER AND FRIENDS
just as i thought.
i missed two days already! hmph.
i couldn't possibly blog everyday.
forgive me, but i think it's understandable right?
i think it's a mortal sin to neglect studies, and spend time on leisure stuff too much. right?
hmmm... but then again, i think i'd go crazy if i didn't have SOME leisure right?
oh well. i think i'll have to strike a balance between a little bit of this, a little bit of that.
but right now, i'm feeling strangely fine, so i better get on bloggin'! :P
hmmm... what have i been busy doing the past two blogless days.
apparently, my disastrous streak of bad luck has worn out the last time i left singapore, and thankfully, it hasn't come back to haunt me just yet.
i refuse to even think about it! things are fine right now, so what's the point in thinking otherwise, right?
anyway, as i was saying (why is it SOOO damn easy to digress when making a blog?),
my past two blogless days turned out to be just fine.
i've been busy with my, ahem, friendtest, and of course, friendster (not that it's something new).
hmmm... the friendtest was fun making! i did it yesterday and it was simply amusing to create those
interesting questions! hmmm... lemme see.. i think i'll post them here for the fun of it. hehehehe.
(i love the feeling of having my own blog where i could write ANYTHING!=P)
___________
HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW JOSHEP?
1. where was i born?
*car, over bankerohan bridge
* hospital shempre, fabie hospital near Gaisano South
* house, while parents were watching "the king and i" on tv
* jeep, habang pauwi si mama from palengke
* SM, while my mom was shopping
2. which of the following did i NOT want to be nung maliit pa ako?
* photographer
* movie star
* chef
* gasoline boy
* talk show host
3. when i was little and secretly part of x-men, which character was i?
* morph
* cyclops
* magneto
* iceman
* clark kent
4.which language do i WANT to learn right now?
* french, para sosyal and romantic
* mandarin, kasi nasa singapore
* japanese, because japan is the perfect place daw
* pakistani, to understand your roommate's language
* nah, just better english, the topnotch type
5.favorite music? (i like em all actually, in different degrees)
* jason mraz and john mayer
* chingy and 50 cent and ja rule
* paolo santos and nina
* outkast and black eyed peas
* barbie's cradle and parokya ni edgar
6.favorite colors?
* blue and green
* orange and red
* bluish grayish
* silver and black
* midnight blue and white
7.which sport am i training for right now?
* basketball, dahil sa height
* fencing, para maiba
* arnis, kasi astig
* swimming, to build muscle
* scrabble, kasi dork [don't dare..:P]
8.where am i staying as i type this?
* internet cafe, 12 minutes till my time's up
* dorm room on 4th floor, girl's washroom across the window
* lola's house, using my uncle's PC
* computer centre, free internet eh, laptop's being fixed
* bus stop, waiting, so i use my imaginary palm pilot
9.how does my room look like right now?
* lecture notes flying, but everything else, except my pillow, is in order
* closet door open, lecture notes on bed, some clothes on table
* clothes are neatly fixed, blanket not in place, and where on earth are my glasses?
* bagong buhay na! everything's perfectly in place. :)
* what room? you mean dumpster, right?
10. which of the following is NOT a name i'm called?
* daddy longlegs, kasi long-legged and ewan ko ba
* leib ("lyp"), from gottfried wilhelm leibniz
* booboo, ung kasama ni yogi bear, kasi nagbibinata raw
* joe, kasi mas malapit sa "joseph" kaysa sa "josh"
* sorongski, kasi trip nung classmate ko sa grade 6
___________
there. hehehe. that's also a free answer key too. ;P
i did that test yesterday afternoon, and boy was it fun.
i posted the site for the quiz too, http://moonstruck86.friendtest.com on two visible locations,
friendster bulletin board, and msn messenger (i placed it in my msn name, visible to my contacts).
nice. immediately after, kerwin took it, then even my indian friend prashant (or psycho, as he says..i just hope the taglish didn't confuse him much..), and later brian (dunno if it's brian rito my muscular pinoy senior, or brian carpio of my friendster), romel, my lil bro jack (jacqute daw. :P) and later several other friends like korinna a.k.a "ako", wayne a.k.a. "a", anghe, genie gene gica, julienne algabre, kaye aranetats and others (including mysterious ones like bentot and pakno!)! hmmm... lemme post the results as of tonight.
H i g h s c o r e s
1 joshep 100
2 ako 92
3 pakno 91
4 Romel 84
5 bentot 84
6 siya 80
7 jacqute 74
8 genie 71
9 Julienne Algabre 70
10 kerwin 68
11 psycho 64
12 Brian 61
13 Kaye Araneta 58
14 a 56
15 anghe 45
hmmm.. i thought my closest buddies would get the highest (as i was generous with the marks too!) but it turns out that my test was too tricky. or perhaps required them to know the joseph sorongon NOW, if you know what i mean.
oh well. the test isn't really a test of "how well a person knows me", as the title implies.
but it sure made me think about friends and all.
those who scored higher than i thought... those who scored lower than i thought... those who even bothered to take the quiz! thanks! thanks a whole lot! loads and loads of thanks!
i think i liked making it so much that i'm thinking bout making another one! hahaha!
hmmm... i miss my friends! hehehehe.
really. =)
it's fascinating how simple things like this friendtest brightened my day by as much as 10,000 light bulbs!
i guess that's how friendster works too, right? the JOY of writing a testimonial and receiving one!
the THRILL of seeing new photos of long-lost childhood friends (and other cuties too that are part of your personal network..;p)!
the sheer FUN of reading people's profiles...how they describe themselves, their interests (which sometimes can be very revealing), and how others see them. :)
but oh, you probably know that already.
just in case you wanna search me through friendster, my email address is moonstruck_josh@hotmail.com,
and oh yeah, i'm Joseph Sorongon (if you're using the full name search).
hmmm... i guess this is the first blog that revealed my name.
then again, i don't plan to make this blog TOO public, if you know what i mean.
this one's for myself, and for my friends...all of them (those willing)! all of YOU, who i sorely miss!
it's a pity i'm away from many of my friends, but it's okay.
i meet new friends here in singapore anyway, and everything's all good!
besides, i constantly search for ways to connect:
through chikka, through m1 and globe, through yahoo messenger, through msn messenger, through email,
through friendster, and now through friendtest.
needless to say, friends are among my favorite people in the world. ;)
just as i thought.
i missed two days already! hmph.
i couldn't possibly blog everyday.
forgive me, but i think it's understandable right?
i think it's a mortal sin to neglect studies, and spend time on leisure stuff too much. right?
hmmm... but then again, i think i'd go crazy if i didn't have SOME leisure right?
oh well. i think i'll have to strike a balance between a little bit of this, a little bit of that.
but right now, i'm feeling strangely fine, so i better get on bloggin'! :P
hmmm... what have i been busy doing the past two blogless days.
apparently, my disastrous streak of bad luck has worn out the last time i left singapore, and thankfully, it hasn't come back to haunt me just yet.
i refuse to even think about it! things are fine right now, so what's the point in thinking otherwise, right?
anyway, as i was saying (why is it SOOO damn easy to digress when making a blog?),
my past two blogless days turned out to be just fine.
i've been busy with my, ahem, friendtest, and of course, friendster (not that it's something new).
hmmm... the friendtest was fun making! i did it yesterday and it was simply amusing to create those
interesting questions! hmmm... lemme see.. i think i'll post them here for the fun of it. hehehehe.
(i love the feeling of having my own blog where i could write ANYTHING!=P)
___________
HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW JOSHEP?
1. where was i born?
*car, over bankerohan bridge
* hospital shempre, fabie hospital near Gaisano South
* house, while parents were watching "the king and i" on tv
* jeep, habang pauwi si mama from palengke
* SM, while my mom was shopping
2. which of the following did i NOT want to be nung maliit pa ako?
* photographer
* movie star
* chef
* gasoline boy
* talk show host
3. when i was little and secretly part of x-men, which character was i?
* morph
* cyclops
* magneto
* iceman
* clark kent
4.which language do i WANT to learn right now?
* french, para sosyal and romantic
* mandarin, kasi nasa singapore
* japanese, because japan is the perfect place daw
* pakistani, to understand your roommate's language
* nah, just better english, the topnotch type
5.favorite music? (i like em all actually, in different degrees)
* jason mraz and john mayer
* chingy and 50 cent and ja rule
* paolo santos and nina
* outkast and black eyed peas
* barbie's cradle and parokya ni edgar
6.favorite colors?
* blue and green
* orange and red
* bluish grayish
* silver and black
* midnight blue and white
7.which sport am i training for right now?
* basketball, dahil sa height
* fencing, para maiba
* arnis, kasi astig
* swimming, to build muscle
* scrabble, kasi dork [don't dare..:P]
8.where am i staying as i type this?
* internet cafe, 12 minutes till my time's up
* dorm room on 4th floor, girl's washroom across the window
* lola's house, using my uncle's PC
* computer centre, free internet eh, laptop's being fixed
* bus stop, waiting, so i use my imaginary palm pilot
9.how does my room look like right now?
* lecture notes flying, but everything else, except my pillow, is in order
* closet door open, lecture notes on bed, some clothes on table
* clothes are neatly fixed, blanket not in place, and where on earth are my glasses?
* bagong buhay na! everything's perfectly in place. :)
* what room? you mean dumpster, right?
10. which of the following is NOT a name i'm called?
* daddy longlegs, kasi long-legged and ewan ko ba
* leib ("lyp"), from gottfried wilhelm leibniz
* booboo, ung kasama ni yogi bear, kasi nagbibinata raw
* joe, kasi mas malapit sa "joseph" kaysa sa "josh"
* sorongski, kasi trip nung classmate ko sa grade 6
___________
there. hehehe. that's also a free answer key too. ;P
i did that test yesterday afternoon, and boy was it fun.
i posted the site for the quiz too, http://moonstruck86.friendtest.com on two visible locations,
friendster bulletin board, and msn messenger (i placed it in my msn name, visible to my contacts).
nice. immediately after, kerwin took it, then even my indian friend prashant (or psycho, as he says..i just hope the taglish didn't confuse him much..), and later brian (dunno if it's brian rito my muscular pinoy senior, or brian carpio of my friendster), romel, my lil bro jack (jacqute daw. :P) and later several other friends like korinna a.k.a "ako", wayne a.k.a. "a", anghe, genie gene gica, julienne algabre, kaye aranetats and others (including mysterious ones like bentot and pakno!)! hmmm... lemme post the results as of tonight.
H i g h s c o r e s
1 joshep 100
2 ako 92
3 pakno 91
4 Romel 84
5 bentot 84
6 siya 80
7 jacqute 74
8 genie 71
9 Julienne Algabre 70
10 kerwin 68
11 psycho 64
12 Brian 61
13 Kaye Araneta 58
14 a 56
15 anghe 45
hmmm.. i thought my closest buddies would get the highest (as i was generous with the marks too!) but it turns out that my test was too tricky. or perhaps required them to know the joseph sorongon NOW, if you know what i mean.
oh well. the test isn't really a test of "how well a person knows me", as the title implies.
but it sure made me think about friends and all.
those who scored higher than i thought... those who scored lower than i thought... those who even bothered to take the quiz! thanks! thanks a whole lot! loads and loads of thanks!
i think i liked making it so much that i'm thinking bout making another one! hahaha!
hmmm... i miss my friends! hehehehe.
really. =)
it's fascinating how simple things like this friendtest brightened my day by as much as 10,000 light bulbs!
i guess that's how friendster works too, right? the JOY of writing a testimonial and receiving one!
the THRILL of seeing new photos of long-lost childhood friends (and other cuties too that are part of your personal network..;p)!
the sheer FUN of reading people's profiles...how they describe themselves, their interests (which sometimes can be very revealing), and how others see them. :)
but oh, you probably know that already.
just in case you wanna search me through friendster, my email address is moonstruck_josh@hotmail.com,
and oh yeah, i'm Joseph Sorongon (if you're using the full name search).
hmmm... i guess this is the first blog that revealed my name.
then again, i don't plan to make this blog TOO public, if you know what i mean.
this one's for myself, and for my friends...all of them (those willing)! all of YOU, who i sorely miss!
it's a pity i'm away from many of my friends, but it's okay.
i meet new friends here in singapore anyway, and everything's all good!
besides, i constantly search for ways to connect:
through chikka, through m1 and globe, through yahoo messenger, through msn messenger, through email,
through friendster, and now through friendtest.
needless to say, friends are among my favorite people in the world. ;)
PIZZA AND COKE
i just had pizza and coke and now i can die.
i swear, it's been a looooooooong time since i had pizza.
kahit na nung nasa pinas ako, i didn't get to eat my once favorite food.
it was all mcdo and mandarin tea garden and jollibee for me.
i ate at greenwich once though, but it was chicken ala king for me. u know,
those baked rice melt dishes. yummy just the same. ;)
anyway, i just missed pizza and coke!
the pizza mostly. because coke's available in the vendo of my block on the ground floor.
and what was even more mouth-watering was the fact that the pizza came in full force:
SIX (or so) boxes of pizza in ham & cheese, seafood, veggies, and more!
they were the good type of pizza, and they tasted simply like manna from heaven.
(well, the pork or beef in the ham and cheese was the best-tasting of the manna though.
the least? the veggies. but still tasty! )
it was the birthday party of my pinoy senior here, you see, ferron.
(nice name huh? it has something to do with "iron", see. :p)
it was somewhat a reunion for the pinoys here. it was fun.
it was a wonderful time to talk and laugh with my pinoy friends here,
do some bonding with my high school batchmates korinna and ibiang.
and wayne na rin from pisay dil.
i had to miss fencing training though.
and i hope kaung yuan is not too disappointed.
oh well. i told him anyway, and he granted me permission.
that should unload whatever's in my conscience, right?
but then again, i didn't tell KY i was going out to enjoy a party.
i told him i was going out to attend a "Filipino meeting". ;P
he asked what time would it be over, i said i didn't know.
he reluctantly agreed, i think.
what could he do anyway, right?
but no, my conscience wouldn't allow me to waltz into the party so easily.
bumigat dibdib ko, and i knew i had to do something.
i went to my room, and emailed KY.
this time i had to be more specific:
__________
From: Joseph Capirig Sorongon
Sent: Monday, January 12, 2004 7:40 PM
To: Lew Kaung Yuan
Subject: meeting tonight 12/1
Dear KY,
I'm very sorry I couldn't attend tonight's fencing training because the Filipinos from all over NUS will have a meeting, also at 8pm tonight at the Hon Sui Sen Library.
Anyway, I promise to attend the succeeding fencing sessions faithfully.
Sorry again.
Regards
Joseph
__________
there. that ought to have done it.
i didn't lie. it really was a meeting of Filipinos from all over NUS. from the different residence halls, as a matter of fact. we met because of our fellow pinoy's birthday.
it really was held in the hon sui sen library, in the open basement.
and it really was at 8 o' clock pm.
i didn't LIE, really, and it felt good to write this email.
but when i checked my mail just moments ago, i read KY's reply, and now my heart is THUDDING in my chest.
__________
I would also need u to explain why u cant attend and support the novice competition last Sunday. And dun accept stupid excuses
-----Original Message-----
From: Joseph Capirig Sorongon
Sent: Monday, January 12, 2004 7:40 PM
To: Lew Kaung Yuan
Subject: meeting tonight 12/1
......
_________
the novice fencing competition last sunday. darn.
my stupid excuse?
I FORGOT ABOUT IT.
now i'm in big trouble.
and i thought last sunday, i was being a good boy.
went to church with pinoy friends, had lunch, grocery.
now i feel awful.
now where was i?
oh yeah, pizza and coke.
i need pizza and coke right now.
to calm my nerves.
to make me feel better.
to make me a little happy.
you see, i have a few "upper" foods that never fail to make me happy.
these include cheese, pasta, pizza, mangoes, mcflurry, blueberry cheesecake,
even the la tundan bananas.
needless to say, i need pizza and coke right now.
my, it's 11:25pm already.
i have a meeting with PR Comm at 11:30.
i MUST go now, lest i screw up this other comm and need to buy more upper foods.
come to think of it, i think i'm gonna drop by my fresh milk in the fridge on the 3rd floor.
pizza&coke and fresh milk? i can hardly see the difference.
i just had pizza and coke and now i can die.
i swear, it's been a looooooooong time since i had pizza.
kahit na nung nasa pinas ako, i didn't get to eat my once favorite food.
it was all mcdo and mandarin tea garden and jollibee for me.
i ate at greenwich once though, but it was chicken ala king for me. u know,
those baked rice melt dishes. yummy just the same. ;)
anyway, i just missed pizza and coke!
the pizza mostly. because coke's available in the vendo of my block on the ground floor.
and what was even more mouth-watering was the fact that the pizza came in full force:
SIX (or so) boxes of pizza in ham & cheese, seafood, veggies, and more!
they were the good type of pizza, and they tasted simply like manna from heaven.
(well, the pork or beef in the ham and cheese was the best-tasting of the manna though.
the least? the veggies. but still tasty! )
it was the birthday party of my pinoy senior here, you see, ferron.
(nice name huh? it has something to do with "iron", see. :p)
it was somewhat a reunion for the pinoys here. it was fun.
it was a wonderful time to talk and laugh with my pinoy friends here,
do some bonding with my high school batchmates korinna and ibiang.
and wayne na rin from pisay dil.
i had to miss fencing training though.
and i hope kaung yuan is not too disappointed.
oh well. i told him anyway, and he granted me permission.
that should unload whatever's in my conscience, right?
but then again, i didn't tell KY i was going out to enjoy a party.
i told him i was going out to attend a "Filipino meeting". ;P
he asked what time would it be over, i said i didn't know.
he reluctantly agreed, i think.
what could he do anyway, right?
but no, my conscience wouldn't allow me to waltz into the party so easily.
bumigat dibdib ko, and i knew i had to do something.
i went to my room, and emailed KY.
this time i had to be more specific:
__________
From: Joseph Capirig Sorongon
Sent: Monday, January 12, 2004 7:40 PM
To: Lew Kaung Yuan
Subject: meeting tonight 12/1
Dear KY,
I'm very sorry I couldn't attend tonight's fencing training because the Filipinos from all over NUS will have a meeting, also at 8pm tonight at the Hon Sui Sen Library.
Anyway, I promise to attend the succeeding fencing sessions faithfully.
Sorry again.
Regards
Joseph
__________
there. that ought to have done it.
i didn't lie. it really was a meeting of Filipinos from all over NUS. from the different residence halls, as a matter of fact. we met because of our fellow pinoy's birthday.
it really was held in the hon sui sen library, in the open basement.
and it really was at 8 o' clock pm.
i didn't LIE, really, and it felt good to write this email.
but when i checked my mail just moments ago, i read KY's reply, and now my heart is THUDDING in my chest.
__________
I would also need u to explain why u cant attend and support the novice competition last Sunday. And dun accept stupid excuses
-----Original Message-----
From: Joseph Capirig Sorongon
Sent: Monday, January 12, 2004 7:40 PM
To: Lew Kaung Yuan
Subject: meeting tonight 12/1
......
_________
the novice fencing competition last sunday. darn.
my stupid excuse?
I FORGOT ABOUT IT.
now i'm in big trouble.
and i thought last sunday, i was being a good boy.
went to church with pinoy friends, had lunch, grocery.
now i feel awful.
now where was i?
oh yeah, pizza and coke.
i need pizza and coke right now.
to calm my nerves.
to make me feel better.
to make me a little happy.
you see, i have a few "upper" foods that never fail to make me happy.
these include cheese, pasta, pizza, mangoes, mcflurry, blueberry cheesecake,
even the la tundan bananas.
needless to say, i need pizza and coke right now.
my, it's 11:25pm already.
i have a meeting with PR Comm at 11:30.
i MUST go now, lest i screw up this other comm and need to buy more upper foods.
come to think of it, i think i'm gonna drop by my fresh milk in the fridge on the 3rd floor.
pizza&coke and fresh milk? i can hardly see the difference.
BITTEN BY THE BLOG BUG
Hahaha. So this is a blog. Pardon the ignorance. ;)
I was JUST bitten by the BLOG bug, you see, and now I'm waiting till the sting creeps into my system... and then i shall decide if i like the feeling of it or not.
I guess this is officially Blogging 101. An unguided course on the basics of blogging.
The type of course that one doesn't prepare for at all, he simply takes the plunge.
I was never the diary-writing type. Nor the techie who programs and makes websites.
I don't know what i'm doing here! Maybe the adventurer in me led me here,
maybe I was just too idle (even though I have lotsa things to do),
or maybe I was destined to blog (whatever!),
but what the heck, i'm here. =)
Here I am again, engaging in an online activity that could potentially get me hooked. Oh well.
Yes, after being hit by the Friendster frenzy, the Blog bug bit me.
But of course, Friendster's more popular, more addictive (I suppose),
and thus the bigger hit. Is it better? Hmm... that's a difficult question to answer.
To evaluate which of the two is better would do both injustice.
They cater to different people, to different needs.
They belong to different realms.
Friendster is the online slumbook.
Blogging is a journal, be it private or public.
Friendster aims to reach out to friends, it is a social activity.
Blogging is a self-activity. It is, more than anything, an attempt to reach within,
to grab those pent-up thoughts and feelings, pull them out into the open, and expose them in cyberspace.
STOP. What on Earth am I saying? Who am I to talk about these things?
I, the first-time blogger, who has a 30-minute old account? Bwahahaha. ;P
Oh well, I guess that's another thing about blogging.
No censorship. (Not that there's anything censor-worthy too, mind you.)
I mean, no editors to tell me to snip this, kill this paragraph, rephrase this statement,
check the spelling, and whatever else. Neat.
(Um..I was an editor in our high school paper...so I guess I'm reacting in behalf of the staff.. against me and the rest of the editors... Hahaha.
But then again, I think that's empathy.:P)
Nobody else. Just me.
Well, anyone can comment, though.
And that would be GREAT.
Hmmmm... where was I? Ooh, never mind.
It's 10:37pm, and I better get myself some shut-eye.
Sigh. Time zooms by. It always takes me a long time to write. Oh well.
I guess I'll be going now, and look at that!
My first blog.
How very nice.
I better go before you roll your eyes and ridicule me for my stupid fascination of blogs.
Oh well. It's MY blog, and it's WONDERFUL to have my own microscopic corner in cyberspace.
And oh, I'm 17 and living away from my family by the way, to pursue my studies.
I guess this has also given me my own private space. Kinda like this blog.
I'm not sure, though, if these own "spaces" i have are going to fun, but
i'm sure of one thing though:
my living-away-from-my-family-and-friends story is for another blog.
G'night! :)
Hahaha. So this is a blog. Pardon the ignorance. ;)
I was JUST bitten by the BLOG bug, you see, and now I'm waiting till the sting creeps into my system... and then i shall decide if i like the feeling of it or not.
I guess this is officially Blogging 101. An unguided course on the basics of blogging.
The type of course that one doesn't prepare for at all, he simply takes the plunge.
I was never the diary-writing type. Nor the techie who programs and makes websites.
I don't know what i'm doing here! Maybe the adventurer in me led me here,
maybe I was just too idle (even though I have lotsa things to do),
or maybe I was destined to blog (whatever!),
but what the heck, i'm here. =)
Here I am again, engaging in an online activity that could potentially get me hooked. Oh well.
Yes, after being hit by the Friendster frenzy, the Blog bug bit me.
But of course, Friendster's more popular, more addictive (I suppose),
and thus the bigger hit. Is it better? Hmm... that's a difficult question to answer.
To evaluate which of the two is better would do both injustice.
They cater to different people, to different needs.
They belong to different realms.
Friendster is the online slumbook.
Blogging is a journal, be it private or public.
Friendster aims to reach out to friends, it is a social activity.
Blogging is a self-activity. It is, more than anything, an attempt to reach within,
to grab those pent-up thoughts and feelings, pull them out into the open, and expose them in cyberspace.
STOP. What on Earth am I saying? Who am I to talk about these things?
I, the first-time blogger, who has a 30-minute old account? Bwahahaha. ;P
Oh well, I guess that's another thing about blogging.
No censorship. (Not that there's anything censor-worthy too, mind you.)
I mean, no editors to tell me to snip this, kill this paragraph, rephrase this statement,
check the spelling, and whatever else. Neat.
(Um..I was an editor in our high school paper...so I guess I'm reacting in behalf of the staff.. against me and the rest of the editors... Hahaha.
But then again, I think that's empathy.:P)
Nobody else. Just me.
Well, anyone can comment, though.
And that would be GREAT.
Hmmmm... where was I? Ooh, never mind.
It's 10:37pm, and I better get myself some shut-eye.
Sigh. Time zooms by. It always takes me a long time to write. Oh well.
I guess I'll be going now, and look at that!
My first blog.
How very nice.
I better go before you roll your eyes and ridicule me for my stupid fascination of blogs.
Oh well. It's MY blog, and it's WONDERFUL to have my own microscopic corner in cyberspace.
And oh, I'm 17 and living away from my family by the way, to pursue my studies.
I guess this has also given me my own private space. Kinda like this blog.
I'm not sure, though, if these own "spaces" i have are going to fun, but
i'm sure of one thing though:
my living-away-from-my-family-and-friends story is for another blog.
G'night! :)
