May 25

1. Writing useless lists like this
2. Ice-cream sandwiches - the real ones, with the soft cookie-ish.. cookie
3. Green eyes
4. When you try drawing and the end product actually looks okay
5. Making people laugh
6. Cycling really fast everything else is a blur
7. Being in a vehicle that is going really fast
8. Being able to feel your collar bone
9. Not actually having a title for this list
10. The fact that I'm going to be adding to this list all over my entries from now on



May 26

The pre-paid Internet card just ran out I didn't get to log on oh my fuck I think I'm going to go crazy

I think it's so odd that my parents don't understand why I Need the Internet.


11. Alerts that I have new e-mail
12. Long e-mails
13. Finding mail addressed to you in a mailbox



May 27

I was running around at the supermarket when it started pouring rain. As in, really pouring. In a second the supermarket building was filled with a static-like sound and I looked out the window to see a sheet of rain. The cashier couldn't hear the beep when she passed the vegetables through the red laser. People around were shouting and straining to hear the other end of their conversations.

So there I was thinking of a nice comfortable sleep that night, not waking up every hour because of the heat.

Then of course I got home and what? My area is as dry as when we left, and still hot and humid as ever.

The supermarket is within a five kilometer radius of my house, can you believe? This is so annoying.

Yeah I don't have enough drama in my life to write about so I derive it from the weather, thanks.

14. When it rains so hard you can't hear anything except the rain



I think it would be so great if I could be invisible at will because then I'd be able to observe people freely. I'm not like weird and stalkish or anything, I just like observing things. And writing about it. How many different ways can people act when they're embarrassed? Some don't turn red, some quickly try to cover-up or steer away from the subject.

That's another interesting thing about being behind the camera, you get to see how people react towards it. What they do to somehow alter their look a little to make themselves a little more photogenic. Push back the shoulders, or look over it. Tilt the head to the side a little. Tug at the shirt.

And of course there are those who fling their hands to their face or duck and run away as if I were holding a gun, but there isn't much to say about that.


15. When people are nice enough to let you take their photo
16. And then it turns out good
17. Observing people



May 28

Oh my god I am so full I just want to regurgitate everything in my stomach. In fairness though, that puttanesca was the best I've tasted (Then again I don't eat puttanesca often). The garlic bread too, except it probably would have tasted so much better had I actually been able to sink my teeth into it and bite, rather than putting crumbs into my mouth.
I had to sit there and break everything on my plate into smaller pieces because my teeth are at the moment incapable of biting. Tiny cubes of breast-meat chicken. Strings of pasta that would fit perfectly in Barbie's Italian restaurant. And bread crumbs. This is the time when I miss hot solid food because by the time I'm done chopping everything up it's really pretty cold.

Welcome to the reunion party of the OCPI (Opera Chorus of the Philippines, Incorporated). Make yourself comfortable, enjoy the music and the interesting stories from touring.

Basically that's what it was like for me, listening and taking pictures.


I haven't watched a lot of Brad Pitt movies but I probably like his work best in 12 Monkeys. Where he's crazy and then destroys the world.

Then again I haven't seen Fight Club.

Not for long though, I mean FINALLY, FINALLY I get the chance to see it. After like a year I first read the book. JUNE 24! Thank god for Studio 23 and their Father's Day special, though Fight Club is a rather inappropriate movie for the "holiday" since all the men are so sick of their lives.

18. Brad Pitt in 12 Monkeys


       That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back.
       Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version. Because even sitting in my puddle of warm Los Angeles water, I was already thinking what I’d tell my friends when they asked about this trip. I’d tell them all about my infection and Malibu and the bottomless bathtub, and they’d say:
       You should write that down.

Excerpt from Almost California, by Chuck Palahniuk


Oh my god, guess whose life story.
And that is why Palahniuk is a genius.

19. Chuck Palahniuk



May 29

2:32 p.m. - YAY IT'S THUNDERING YAY YAY YAY

2:50 p.m. - THERE'S ACTUALLY A BREEZE OMG

3:42 p.m. - And it's gone.


So school officially starts a week from now. Yes, it's been that long.

I don't like being the New Kid when everyone else knows where they're going except myself.
It doesn't help that the school campus is like 3230582 acres, or something.
It also doesn't help that it's difficult to run in those damned black shoes.

I entered Primary 3 in Swiss Cottage Primary and got lost a zillion times. A teacher told me off because I went in somewhere I wasn't supposed to be.

I don't like being the New Kid in a new country because there's lingo to take note of. Decorum on how you write, how you spell, how you talk, and every time they try to alter you to their liking and traditions.

I entered Primary 3 in Swiss Cottage Primary, and I had to ask Is lah a word? and even looked up the dictionary.

I don't care much for company though. My whole life it's been a new school every 2 school years and that's definitely enough to grow indifferent towards the intimidation of being alone around school. I won't bother much about talking to someone just to make flimsy relationships. Call me selfish if you will, but I'm just not social like that. Unless I had vodka for breakfast or something.

I have a lot of lovely green-covered notebooks to draw on during class.


Santa I want an AlphaSmart word processor for Christmas. Please.
I promise not to fail Filipino that badly and I won't waste money and I'll try my best to shut my trap when I need to in class.


May 30

2:15 p.m. - IT'S THUNDERING AGAIN IT BETTER PULL THROUGH THIS TIME

2:40 p.m. - Didn't pull through.

Today the Indoesian earthquake death toll topped 5000. So that's an average of about One Thousand, Two Hundred and Fifty Bodies dead each day over the course of four days.


So every Tuesday night I am stuck in bible study.

Funny: Catholics shake their heads towards Scientology and yet these two men who call themselves devout, they disagree about and question why Jesus' human nature is part of the "one substance" of God. Which is actually really a long long story and won't go into.

Funnier: These men, everytime the table Clearly answers their doubts, they say "No no no it's not that!" in the amused you-don't-understand-it's-so-simple-hello-it's-dancing-naked-in-your-face aggravated way, and they say the SAME thing, and it is answered again, and they disagree, and repeat the question.
Rinse, lather and repeat.
Three hundred times.

Funniest: They are 92358712053562 times more devout than I am and I don't question it. It's just so odd I don't even bother trying to figure it out.

This is why debate is fun. I was full of adrenaline during the discussion, head buzzing with things to say but obviously I didn't say anything, I let everyone else talk, besides I am like 1/6 of their age and we should all know by know that people 6 times older than you don't listen to you because they think they have 6000 times the experience and don't realize that things were actually really, really different back when they were young.





Updated Thursday, June 1, 2006, 05:41 p.m..



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