Squezzing the hell out of my brain.

Tonight is an ideal night because I am able to:

> sleep so late which I hadn't done for the past awfully tiresome months
> wander inside the vicinity of the internet
> forget school stuffs completely
> speak out my mind through blog (which is not unusual)
> help the campus press big time!
> uhm, think of other people?
> remember the good things in life (I scarcely remember things)
> be excited on the exam (because a life-time worth of freedom after?)
> sleep-over in my cousin's place with my other cousin?
> charge my phone after it was emptied last night
> create a Multiply account with the same username as Lj
> believe that books aren't the only ones that could make me happy
> watch Prom Night and scream
> listen to my uber favorite songs in Myspace.


I think I'm confined inside the bleak forest. It shows nothing but a blinding darkness that stings your eyes. No matter how ridiculous this place may be, one thing is for sure though: I can see some thin line of light blowing from an unknown horizon - it possibly means that there's hope - it's shining. It's obvious.

Seriously? I'm just bored...

DATED SEPTEMBER 3, 2009 11:34PM

Wonderful day today. The earth was lively: the sun shone and the air was heavy with a winter chill. I gave workshop to 4 students from IS whose going to compete for Photojournalists’ slot this coming DSPC. With me were Paolo for Features and mom Chelou (desolated_cello ) for News and Editorial. Meeting two of the students from IS were a voice-straining, hopeless encounter. Maybe because I hate elementary students for their lack of interest; always complaining and opposing my flavorless commands like take pictures of that and those and whatever my mind thought about. But as a whole, it was cool. Though honestly writing, I don’t think that they’re going to win. Ha!

I finished around 11:30am. My throat hurts a bit coz I haven’t been talking that much. Or I hate talking that much. Or I hate talking publicly. Or I just hate talking. So momy chelou finished minutes after I did, went to the cubicle and ate our school-provided lunch. Paolo came after 20mins or so. And we were talking while munching ‘bee’s crunchy chicken joy and sipping a refreshing Coke. Talk. Talk. Talk until we arrived to a funny tête-à-tête about transforming Tabi-tabiPo to a visayan version whatsoever, which would then be named like: Tabi Apo. Haha. Ridiculously funny. But it makes sense anyhow.

Oh! Kuya Kurt came from a community service to the cubicle and returned the broom and the dust-pan he borrowed. And I, innocent as I was, didn’t know anything about community service. Nothing at all. Bless momy for her threatening tone about not attending the community service, I was able to ask her what its sole purpose was. Community Service is a sort of punishment for students who have not attended or who have missed any Advisory Classes. Then Advisory Classes are one of the requirements of the dean to sign the clearance for a verified permit to take the exam. Paolo haven’t had attended any. And I haven’t had attended any as well. We missed 12 hours. So we must have 12 hours worth of community service. And our service is LAUNDRY. That means, we have to do laundry for 12 hours! What a bloody flop.

No perfect Advisory Class attendance = community service: LAUNDRY!

Paolo told me blah blah about community service and I was hesitant to go because I don’t feel like doing any ‘surprising’ services at all, and I want to go to my cousin’s place for a get-together jamming. (Or eat a lot.) But something about Paolo that convinced me to go and do the punishment. So there. The start of a winding task I never imagined, although I’ve already had expected something worst:

We went to Sir Jed, who instructed us to go to the stockroom, and in the stockroom we found nobody but a group of students who were bringing black bags with dry linen table cloths and I-dont-know-what. Paolo asked them and they told us what to do: laundry.

So you get the picture: washing long and uber heavy cloths!

BUBLY THOUGHTS AFTER

I went home right after. Slept a little, rose, then rode to the workplace of my aunt and went straight to my cousin’s. It was so, as always, full of fun. Sing-along together and make loud noises. WAAHHRRAAAHHHGGGHHH!!!!

At 4pm we went to my older cousin’s house to get their four-wheel ride and went to the public mall to get the lechon.Wow it was so tasty.

Im tired of spilling-out words.

Later that night, our ride was stranded in someplace because the common gate of the village was closed. Luckily, the gate-keeper (haha what a name) is my very bestfriend, or so I thought. But yea, we’re friends for 3 years, wow?! I never thought so until now. So I called and texted him. He went out of their house, opened the gate. I thanked him so much. Kissed him and hugged him. (Hahaha kidding) And he invited me this Tuesday for their Thanksgiving Party. I miss them soo.. We’re originally composed of 5 and bond together, throw jokes so much. Even annoyed our teacher who called us NOTORIOUS. Haha

SCRAPERS

I'm writing my where-abouts

Bless LJ for bringing back its Rich Text service (it's like I haven't experienced it for months)

I miss blogging so much. But every time I think of it, it makes me tiresome nonetheless. Although it has been months and months of unending traumatic, unforgiven and woeful events that I could not have stood for good, (exaggerating though) I would love to make a list of the things that have happened days ago, or weeks utmost. So it would help me remember the memorable things in my 'sandy' life. (I dont want to be melancholic) That's sort of alcoholic in melancholy that I want to erase in my hands, but whatever i do, its just the way my hands put its words. But I don't think I'm a melancholic blogger, am I? Please comment me so. Thanks..

Why Scraper? Because the word fits. Im scraping the scraps of my life for me to put it into words and write it all in here. That'll obviously do.

TALKING BACK "WHOOAANDAY"!!

These past weeks I was doing the right thing for my happiness. No more pun: I was a photojournalist, which the profession I'd loved most, during the Culinary Convention. Good god it was Nikon! But the bitter-sweet was that, it was in Manual. It was, at first, hard to adjust and all, because the focus wont work anymore and all I could ever do was to set the ISO, the shutter speed, and the external flash to fit in with the camera. All was well, though i was so sweating big time! A wheew and a 3-hour sleep after.
Days after, the Editor-in-Chief, asked me to give the aspiring photojournalists in Integrated School, who will compete to the coming DSPC, to give a 'talk' about the Photojournalism. Well, I did taught the PJs the most basic rules in Photojournalism, the very very basic. Because, of course, what would you expect after an ambush favor and an unprepared speech? - stock knowledge. In line with it, the EIC asked me again to, uhm, be present in the workshop this Saturday same place, plus she said that i should bring hand-outs. Oh well. I'd be glad to teach young students how to insert the film in their cameras :D

MY VISIONS

I so love the idea! The idea! The idea that a week after next is exam's. And after it is WOAH! no class forever! (exaggerating again) Maybe true, maybe not. But one thing is for sure: SEMESTRAL BREAK IS BREAKING MY NERVES! Holy smoookkeee! I'd be so delighted to just lay down on the unpopular dusty velvet couch without no good reason at all. And let my sweat run down from my yellowish-y body. Oh cool. Im having delusions. But! Oh! Com'on I almost forgot one thing that could insanely break my heart to tiny pieces I wont recover until...my cousin will be back from his apprenticeship next year. I hope to god he'll be okay there. It's going to be, MY BLOODY GHOUL, Japan! Very very very far.


For the mean time, uh, it made me think: there are ghosts from my past that keep redeeming me, no matter what I do to them, they wont let go. For goodness' sake, im tired of it. So tired of the ghoul-y ghosts that wont get off my back! GET OFF MY BACK IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE HOMO! - yuck!

That ends tonight. I'm just happy that i'm feeling happy. Just did my written lab report