Ma et Pa

I drew my parents while they were reading newspapers the other night. Pa's hair makes him look like a Beatle. And ma was looking down so I couldn't capture her eyes. This is the first page of my newest sketchbook, made from recycled paper with a plain brown cover that begs decoration. It is followed by 3 & 4, my two sisters as they face the computer, and 5, copied from Mel's picture, and 6 which is a self-portrait. But it got worse and worse, so I'll just stick to these two. Like it?

August Rush

I watched it with a single other person in the theatre yesterday, just as they opened. I was crying long before it reached the middle. (Hormones.)

I liked the openness of Keri Russell's face, especially her eyes. I've never watched Felicity, but this movie made me a fan. Jonathan Rhys Meyers is supposed to be hot, but he didn't really register, except when he sang, and when he was with her. I liked the picture of the two of them the morning after. And I liked that she had to learn to play the cello for this movie, and he sang his own songs--not terribly well but well enough. But of course, the star of the show is Freddie Highmore. Quite a kid.

I liked how it began and how it ended, but the truth is the story is pretty flimsy. What carries the movie along are the people in it, their yearning, and of course, their music, like beads threaded on a single necklace, and connects them into something beautiful.

As far as singing goes, Leon G. Thomas III stole the show.

And long after I've walked out of the theatre, my ears were still attuned. That's how you know the movie succeeds.

December Goodness!!!

There are lots of things to happen at December, the most important dates are:

December One: The Departure Of Mel To The Philippines

December 21: End Of Kiara's School

December 24: Departure Of The F Family (Without Ate Mel)

December 25: Well, duh... What else would happen on this particular day? (Err... Christmas...)

December 28: (Or was it 29?) The Marriage Of Mel And Jon. See THE URL below.

THE URL below:

www.ikakasalnakami.blogspot.com

L O L

These are the most important dates (for me, anyways) that shall be happening on December

But on November 29... My dear friend Patricia, shall be moving to another house. And at the end of the year, she shall be changing schools too. That means I can't see her anymore. That's why I need her picture before she leaves so I can remember her. When I get to the Philippines, I shall make print of the pictures that I will take here in Canada and put it in an Album that I shall be looking for and going to be found in National Book Store at the Philippines. Oh, I so cannot wait.

Why I'm Quitting

It was a hard decision to make. I had to ask my sister repeatedly if it was alright. But now it's final: I'm quitting nanowrimo just a few hundred words shy of 30,000. Why? Because it's not fun anymore. Because I feel like I'm just tiptoeing through the story, unable to go into depth, and yet nothing much is happening. Because in spite of my resolutions not to, I still managed to incorporate war into the plot. Because I don't think it will turn into my thesis, and I want to focus my attentions elsewhere. Yes, a litany of excuses. Basically: it's not fun anymore.

The end of one thing is the beginning of another. It won't be a 50,000 novel written in 30 days, but I still want to have something by the end of the year, a start on my dreaded thesis. And I want it to be funny.

It is difficult to be funny in English, easier to use Filipino, which lends itself better to our screwed up viewpoints. Unfortunately I'm stuck to Fiction in English for my big T. My models: Bob Ong, Terry Pratchett, Ron Koertge, David Lubar and Patricia Wrede. I still want to write that fantasy.

So last night we sort of had a brainstorm, my sisters and I. We came up with such outlandish ideas as giant sarimanoks at the airport, Edud as president (the man with a hundred wives, all of them with shoe fetishes), AU or Alternate/Albularyo University, City of Los Bathrooms, guerrilla art war, a hero named Hero, a medicine man who uses deodorant to cure sicknesses, etc. Feed me more! :)

Sore throat

I have a sore throat...

I have a sore throat...

meeh

Sore thumb

I bought Avatar: the Burning Earth in DS for my sisters. Hehehe I played the game and finished it in 2 days! The game was really short but it was fun. Though I do have a sore thumb right now. :) Can't wait to see you all! It will be like old times, hanging out together even just for a short time.

2 weeks

december is almost here. whispering sweet nothings. weather is changing chaotically. one minute hot, one minute raining, and another minute cold winds are blowing. down under, it is one of the hottest months. i'm glad i'll be going somewhere...to meet family and friends and one person very dear to me. i can hear the bells. i fear not the future as i know i will not be alone and that i will be with someone that i love.

Outta Here

MG is outta here. She ain't posting for the last few weeks. She's outta here. I repeat:

OUTTA HERE

she said so herself. But I wont delete her. Maybe she might change her mind for some reason.

Meow

Hi, Meow. I am going to close my Gariben blog now. I have successfully showed it for a week. I am to close it now. I repeat:

I shall close Gariben, it means that Gariben shall be kept and hidden again, from now on.

Thank you for your time. Goodbye

Meeting an old friend

is like opening a faucet, watching the water rush out. I finally met my old blockmate, Janrose, today at Metrotown. We talked about family, driving lessons, classes, complaining customers, glitches in the machines, drinking and smoking, Harry Potter, Boracay, crushes, long-distance love stories, other people's marriages, and how our siblings surprise us.

We ate mozarella sticks at Burger King, and parted ways soon after. It was something I needed, a familiar face, a friend, in this lonely place. Until next time...

Nature

Nature is nice. Just a few hours ago, nature was blowing us away. I know that it is not nice for nature to do that but somehow, even if my lungs felt a little bit ouchy, I felt the wind in my face that made me smile. It was cold. I heard the wind rustling to the trees and whispering whistles at my ear. Have you ever had the feeling that you think someone is pulling from behind? That is what had happened to me. I had to form an ''X'' with my hands to prevent the air to push me away. I tried many things. I tried to walk backwards, tried to hide behind my tall sister's back. But the feeling is still the same. My lungs hurt not just because of the strong wind that hit me, but because I screamed. Nice, ain't it? If you could only be in my shoes and experience what had happened to me, you would know that it was fun at the same time scary. I didn't really remember that much there. I was in panic mode that I needed to just run. It was sad... yet fun!

Sushi Skype Overload

I ate sushi a few hours ago. I ate 11 sushis. It was so delicious. After everything that I ate, I went straight to the washroom.

I am currently (just finished) talking to 4 people, which includes the person beside me, someone in Australia, someone in Japan, and someone in the Philippines. That's like Canada, Australia, Japan, and the Philippines. Ain't that nice?

Now, I am talking to myself and listening to the sound of no nothing. I am--

A Pittance Of Time

On November 11, 1999 Terry Kelly was in a drug store in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. At 10:55 AM an announcement came over the store’s PA asking customers who would still be on the premises at 11:00 AM to give two minutes of silence in respect to the veterans who have sacrificed so much for us.

Terry was impressed with the store’s leadership role in adopting the Legion’s “two minutes of silence” initiative. He felt that the store’s contribution of educating the public to the importance of remembering was commendable.

When eleven o’clock arrived on that day, an announcement was again made asking for the “two minutes of silence” to commence. All customers, with the exception of a man who was accompanied by his young child, showed their respect.

Terry’s anger towards the father for trying to engage the store’s clerk in conversation and for setting a bad example for his child was channeled into a beautiful piece of work called, “A Pittance of Time”. Terry later recorded “A Pittance of Time” and included it on his full-length music CD, “The Power of the Dream”.

In the interest of creating a greater awareness of the sacrifices that have been made and are still being made on our behalf, “A Pittance of Time” has been adapted to the French language and titled “C’est si peu de temps”. Music videos for both audio tracks too were produced in support of the campaign and a musical/theatrical concert production, “Two Minutes of Silence – A Pittance of Time”, was written for the stage.

“Two Minutes of Silence - A Pittance of Time” combines music and theatre in an emotional production that looks at the folly of war. The inspirational songs and dramatic monologues evoke memories both tinged with sadness and joy that ultimately underscore the need for hope and faith in the goodness of humankind.

A relationship - set in World War One – unfolds as a young Canadian soldier fighting in the trenches attempts to bring some sanity to his horrific situation by corresponding with his new bride back home.

Singer/songwriter Terry Kelly features many of his own compositions such as “In My Father’s House”, “Moment To Moment”, “We Can Do Anything”, Safe Home, “A Pittance of Time” (and more) plus a few familiar songs from war times - “Pack Up Your Troubles”, “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary”, “Over There” ….

This is a self-contained production includes three musicians, two actors, and a technical crew.

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Lol, I just copied that from somewhere. Well, anyway, you should remember that many people fought at the war! Many people fought and died, but some also survived!

Still in wonderland

Haven't reached my daily quota yet, and I'm itching to either re-watch Coffee Prince or some other Korean series. I'm listening right now to Azure Ray's Across the Ocean, from the Coffee Prince soundtrack.

Some love stories hit you like a crack on the head. This is one of those. I even watched the special and fully empathize with Yoon Eun Hye's crying that she didn't want it to be over. I love her character as Go Eun Chan so much that I wish she were a real person. I love all of the relationships in the drama, the playful romanticism.

I should be worrying about my thirteen year old heroine who is being smothered by her mother, the servants and her betrothed-to-be. Instead, I still linger in this world of coffee beans and romance. I'm still in wonderland, and it's hard to wake up.

World War II

The great Pearl Harbor was bombed by the Japanese in World War II. This created a war between the Japanese and the Americans.

In school we talked a lot about World War II because it would be remembrance day on Monday. Unfortunately, the only thing that I remember is the thing up there (the line/paragraph above). We watched a small movie, it was kinda scary at the same time sad. We saw houses explode. We saw dead bodies, we saw bones and people that look like skeletons. We saw the result of World War two. As our mean teacher (mean because he didn't let us do gym and he was substitute for our teacher by the way, our teacher played soccer early in the morning and got and sprained his ankle. Poor him.


Everyone was also limping at school. The mean teacher, himself, my friend who was limping so fake, another friend who tripped while playing Manhunt, and my other friend, in which I don't know why. And perhaps my soccer-play-got-sprain-ed teacher, he must be limping right now.

Help, help, help!

Somebody lost an iPod in school today, and that person was a girl in my class. We all went outside to look for it. But that isn't why 'Help, help help!' is this post's title.

The title of this precious post of mine is the first three words, from what I remember, that was in a book our teacher read to us. In the first chapter, those were the first words I heard. The main character, Whycliffe had a nightmare, a bad dream. He woke up and thought that blood was on his forehead but instead, it was raindrops. They had a hole in the house, water leaked out. The person who wrote the book is one of the teachers at my school. The story was based on Kenya, our teacher said that she had been in that places a couple of times before. The book's title was 'Braking Out' as I had seen on the book with green cover our teacher was holding with one hand in front of us.

Actually, I have homework to do. I haven't done it yet and woah, look at the time. I should be sleeping right now, my dad's orders. But I don't HAVE to follow it, right papa? papa: umm... yeah! That's good. Well, goodbye now, then.

Stuck

I'm stuck.

When I don't have work, it's harder to get to my quota of over 1,667 words a day, because I think I have all day at it. Pressure and deadlines really can get the words flowing.

This is where I am: Lawinlit is leaving the academy after her thirteenth birthday, because her mother demanded her presence home. Someone named Buan will accompany her as secret protector, but how to deflect others' suspicion? And what happens in the four or so months before then? (Yes, it is hard to understand without knowing the whole story, but that's me so far.)

Buan and Lawinlit have met. They become friends. Buan's sixteenth birthday pass. He "graduates" and goes to Bukiran to establish his identity. Lawinlit is filled with remorse. What does she do in the remaining time that is worth mentioning?

The plot thickens like soup. And my stomach rumbles.

quiet sunday

spent the whole day at home watching korean tv series, coffee prince. hehehe. thinking about my own prince. and thinking about my sisters. hoping that one day we'll all be together.

heyy :D:

what's up?

I made a story!!! But I ain't posting it here, all of my hard work will be on Gariben! GARIBEN is my greatest and my special creation. I live to serve it! (evil laugh)

L. O. L.

P.S. ... neba-maynd

49,000 words to go

I joined nanowrimo again, just reaching 1,000 words today. (Chi says I should write 3,000 by the time she comes home.) I'm trying to write a fantasy novel with a heroine named Lawinlit. Still don't know where it's going.

May keep you posted. Or may be too busy to post.

Sana maging thesis. *fingers crossed*