May 14, 2012

Remember me saying I am kind? At my last post? Well, I definitely am! Since I am kind today, I'm posting two posts in one day because I know, I'm such a honest member of the Procrastinators Club and -- have I told you I am a procrastinator?

Anyway, some of you are wondering where the heaven I am. Bad news, I'm still alive! I'm still breathing! Don't worry, I'll let you know if I just died and have you visit me in my funeral. Nothing's strange -- a boring summer. It's like endless:

To-Do List

Yesterday: Wake up, Laptop, Read Book, Sleep. 

Today: Wake up, Laptop, Read Book, Sleep. 

Tomorrow: Wake up, Laptop, Read Book, Sleep. 

Anyway, I don't know what happened but I'm getting bored of using my laptop. I mean, good lord, when did I even grow tired of it? I think it's some disease now. Maybe it's called Anti-Laptop Disease, but I never heard of it. And the only thing I am doing when I am using laptop is to check my email, go to Wattpad to see if I have received votes, comments and reads in my story, go to Facebook for notifications then proceed to YouTube to download videos, movies by parts and audiobooks. But one word to describe it: boring.

The next thing I need to spoonfeed you so you can go gossip it with others when you go to a parlor or something is that, I am in love with Sam Tsui's voice! Go check it in YouTube! My most favorite song he just made a cover of is What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction and We Are Young by Fun. Some say he's gay, but don't you ever fall for that. Even if he's gay, bisexual, transgender, a female, a shemale, a goat or a sheep, he still has the voice!

Another news. My brother just got married. I just stood there like a brother I am and told them "Congratulations" but believe me, deep inside, I was jumping up and down. But why? 

Since my brother married, they need their own house. And by house, meaning no brother around. And by no brother around, meaning no one will ask me to have them use the internet and it's all by myself. I thought I was the happiest man alive, but boy, I'm wrong.

They found a house near ours and they'll be renting it for a while. But since the modem is in our house and they are very near, he said we will be using the internet at night and he'll be using it at day. That was the worst news I ever heard so far in my entire life. *sounds of shattering glass*

I know, my life is boring at its best, and if I have a chance, I'll be exchanging shoes with you! How's your life so far? I want to know!

Official Theatre Play Day

March 09, 2012

          Another day passed away--and I know that rhymes and that pretty much gave you the idea I am a poet. We just had a theatrical play in school and our class chose High School Musical as the play we should reenact for the Arts project. The only thing I hate about this day is how the recording turned out to be a crappy one since it was recorded in a mobile phone with poor sound systems and the fact that the recordings are always late and we'll have to wait for the person managing the radio to press the rightful media.

          Well, I do not have the right to complain, since I have only few things to say like "Hey!" and "So, who's gonna rock the house next?" lines. I had to act like a real emcee who is hosting a party but I am not a good actor, though. But I will eagerly accept if I will be the director--or perhaps one of the directors together with the class president.

          For the past few years, I was always been pointed by my group mates in certain group activities to be the leader, the director and scriptwriter if class plays, and editor if movie directing such as what I am now in our reenactment of the famous Filipino epic, Ibong Adarna (The Adarna Bird). Have you just ever thought that it is so easy to give a command but it is really hard to follow?

          Sometimes, I will realize the students in my group had turned lazy since they are always depending on me to do the rest of the work. And what will they do, just relax and wait for me to make their grades for them? I should have better known that being classified as intelligent and a journalist has also its downs instead of thinking that having your work published in your own school's newspaper will eventually make the ups come continously in your life after your little seven-day fame.

          So, there I was, trying my best to not dissapoint the class president, Teresa, and next thing I knew, the ten seconds of humilitation just ended. The minutes passed with a blur and not all of the scenes I had my attention in. Actually I--and the rest of the cast--were waiting for the rivals Sharpay and Ryan Evans to step into the stage and perform since it was really fun watching them, especially Andrea who played the role of Ryan's sister who we all think fits the character.

          In the end, the play finished with a flourish and the recordings was stopped and was acted live. Perhaps, attending the recording session turned to be a waste and it was such a good thing I didn't attend now knowing that it will be useless after all. The judges' decision was still unknown but we just enjoyed the play like our life depended on it and that is it. If we win, then we win but if we lose, we lose. To us, we just did our best and it's up to them if they will let us win.

          One of the judges was Sr. Nico, our APEH (Arts, Physical Education, Health) teacher who was responsible for this theater project. It was said that this is the first time he let us freshmen students to have a theater play and were the 'lucky ones' as he put it. Actually, I agreed with him. It was also my first time to be part of a prestigious theater play--since all the high school students watched it--except for role plays and skits that only exist within the classroom boundary.

          But no matter how the day turned out, even though the recordings did not quite make it, even though several things happened when we turned out late about 3:45 PM when we are supposed to be out at 2:25 PM, this day will be unforgettable. My official first theater play day.

Valentines Week

It's officially Valentines Week! Did you get some boquet of flowers from your loving boyfriend? A letter from your crush saying his love to you? A teddy bear in your locker coming from 'Your Secret Admirer'? Well, I do hope you had a splendid day with the day of your dreams. The man that you hope you will be married to him. The boy who is in love with you. Hard, but sweetly.

This week, instead of students I would see in school, all I saw was couples around, boquets, chocolates, and more couples. My Valentines was a boring day because my plan didn't work out and all I could do was to watch from afar and envy them.

When I was in the fifth grade, I had a crush to this lovely girl. I would always say, "I love her." We are always saying it's love already. We are always saying the words, "I love you," when we meant "I like you." We never know the meaning of love and like.

What is the difference anyway? There is a large difference between love and like. You could never say you love one person right away. In the stage where you are crushing over a guy or officially dating, I would say it's like since it is still the first stage of your love life. You could only say you're totally in love if you just shared the most happiest moments of your life with him or her and knew each other well.

Let's take a mother and a child for example. The child would say, "I love you, Mom!" instead of "I like you, Mom!". It is because of their distinct relationship to each other. They knew each other, they have been together for years.

But let's know the definition of "like" and "love." What is like? Like is appreciating something - maybe a puppy, a bag you saw in the mall, or his handsome face.

Then what is love then? Love is appreciating something for a long period of time. It is like you said you like bags last ten years and the "like" has grown larger and longer. Then you should say: "I love bags!" instead of "I like bags!"

And also, in front of the person you like, you can always smile into his or her eyes but in front of the person you love, your heartbeats gets faster, you'll get butterflies in your stomach, and you can never look at him in the eyes.

Then there is lust. Lust is not love. You only like her body, but not her itself. It's only a sexual desire.

If you are sure this is Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now, then I would say you're totally, crazily, and happily in love. Happy Valentines Day!

December 04, 2011

I am super happy you guys like my blog! Thank you to all those angelic people who visited this website and just got sent home laughing by himself! (LOL) The reason why I made this article—or diary entry—is not because I am going to close my blog! 

Survey Says: 98/100 visitors guessed that I am closing!

All I can say is—ehem—NO.

"What do you mean NO?" some random person asked.

Do I need to spell it out for you? I said NO. N-O. This is just some voluntary work, and so, I am so glad for all of you! There is kind of problem. I am a little bit tick off—and by little bit, it means BIG—about those other comments who kept on advertising their blogs here. As I said earlier on my article, please just wait for the people to come to you.

And to those who posted praises, I adore you! But please, I saw other comments and some have a pattern. Like for example, "You are an expert in this area!" then on the next article will be "You are a professional in this area!" Get it? It's just changing sentence structure. So, enough of this stress. So, again, a great, bold, huge, capitalized THANK YOU!

Have A Merry Christmas everyone!