Home
Recent Entries Friends Archive User Info Tags To-Do List

Advertisement

Customize
 
 
 
 
 
 
I am not a handsome student nor a young gentleman. I am not a rich kid nor a frequent hand-raiser pupil. I am not a shy type guy nor a child of a someone who contributes something great in the community. I am not a son of someone from the faculty.I am just a normal student who goes to school, sit down on the armchair for several hours, half-listening and half-thinking something which is not related somewhat in the gibberish words that are coming out of my mentor's lips. There is no way for me to be a teacher's favorite learner.

I do not envy my classmates who are members of the exclusive club of teacher's chosen ones. I don't need what they have. They just have a distinct characteristic/s appealing to my teacher.

Sometimes I can feel that some of my teachers don't know my name. It won't be noticeable for them if I will miss a class. However, they do know the personal life of their favorite student. They know how many boyfriends/girlfriends the pupil had. They know the birthday of the student. They call their favorite's name first when they need an answer even. They give them high grades even if they write complete nonsense essays.

All they know of the normal students is that we have ten fingers on our hands.

Favoritism is hard to conceal. All of us have favorites however, we should show it in a way no one will be offended.

What we, normal students, can do now is to, er, be a normal student and be original.
 
 
 
 
 
 
As I have promised, I will update "on Friday." Well, today is a friday!

My update should have been a week ago.


P.S.
I'm planning to kill this blog and move to another site
 
 
 
 
 
 
It's been more than a month since I last posted in this blog. The reader/s might think that I will not post anything again EVER.

I have been busy in the past weeks balancing my time for studies, homeworks, music, entertainment and a little bit for myself. Sadly, whenever I plan to update this, something will interupt me. I have forgotten around ten topics I planned to include in my blog.

Right now, I am supposed to create a powerpoint presentation about Roman Republic, to be reported tomorrow, and write a journal of school events that happened last month.

I have to continue my tasks. I will update this blog on Friday.
 
 
 
 
 
 
I have finished downloading my e-mails before I write this post. It's been five days since I last open MS Outlook. The result, 6.2 MB e-mails waiting for me to download. It took me half-an-hour to download and 15 minutes to scan them. Most of them are from mailing lists and there's no particularly improtant message. It be better if I have accessed my e-mails on GMAIL instead of downlaoding all of those *almost* trash e-mail.

I had my final exams for the second quarter last week. The Trigonometry exam is the hardest one and next is Chemistry. At least Trigonometry is reall hard but who, in their right mind, will memorize all the elements in the periodic table with their oxiation series? Anyway, I finished the exam using my G-Tech 0.4 as my magic wand. At least I didn't use dark magic.

I joined the mall tour of my violin school in SM San Lazaro. I enjoyed watching advanced students play especially the Serenade from Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. I also enjoyed looking at the faces of the audience. They are smiling the whole time and they even imitate the hand movements of the pianist.

Semestral break will start on thursday. That means I am free to sleep until what time I want to but I won't have my allowance for the whole break. Also, I will not be able to see my co-students that I want to see. I will not see her.
 
 
 
 
 
 

I'm interested in learning japanese language. I want to buy a book about it but my wallet told me not to do so. I'm looking for a good site but I have not seen one which suits my needs.

I'm fascinated by the way japanese people speak especially in Wowow. They seem to be speaking gibberish but apparently, they understand each other. I want to speak japanese. Although I want to speak nihongo, I don't care learning writing in japanese scripts. If you know a good site then let me know. Just comment on this post.

I asked her through text (by the way, she can have her cellphone with her every weekends and days when there are no classes)
 the other day, 

Do you speak with someone in japanese in our school?
I know some half-japanese students here but they don't know how to speak japanese

That boosts my eagerness in learning the language. I told her to chat with me in japanese and then she replied,

Suki desu

 
 
 
 
 
 

She's a half-japanese student in our school. She looks like a manga character like every japanese does. She's got a nice voice which resonates in my mind everytime I remember her. She has the most beautiful smile.

She's kind and witty. We smile whenever we see each other. I can say that she's charming. 

We barely speak to each other. Our means of communication is through SMS but she lost her cellphone because of a low grade. After she lost her cellphone, we lost connection. That was until I tried to talk to her.

I'm an introvert person who can't start a simple conversation. I always think of something to say . I always abandon my plan to start the conversation because I think that she would be just wasting her time talking to me. I can't think of a sensible topic or at least I don't think the topic I would have will be sensible.

The first time I talked to her, I started a very lame conversation. I ask her a lousy question. 

Who's going to get your report card? 
My aunt, why?
Nothing

At least she answered that question and even ask me why I'm asking her that. I thought for myself she wanted to continue our dialogue. I would have continued our talk but she's heading somewhere with one of her friends and I don't want to disturb her.

She always got a batallion of friends around her. One of the reasons why I can't talk to her. I got a very low guts and I can't go anywhere near her with her friends.

This afternoon, I planned to talk to her. She still got her friends with her all the time and I don't have the chance to talk to her. Hours passed and I'm still waiting for the perfect time. Thanks to my friend. He persuaded me to talk to her before we go home. I've got butterflies in my stomache the whole time I'm talking to her. All goes well. We said goodbye to each other and we go home. I can still hear our conversation until now. 

 
 
 
 
 
 
All I want now is to sleep until 10:00 am. I wake up 5:15am on weekdays, 5:50am on Saturdays and 4:30am on Sundays.

I'm not a celebrity who's shooting his scenes early in the morning. I'm just a civilian who's going to school everyday and attending mass on Sundays. And, it's not my fault if I look like a *celebrity.


(*one who is followed and idolized by many fans due to his good looks)
 
 
 
 
 
 

If you think that there are no groupies anymore, think again. Rock bands are once agian "in" thus, groupies are everywhere. Rock bands are not rock bands without groupies.

Few weeks ago, I received a message from someone I don't know in friendster. It's a hate mail. The girl who send it to me was angry because I have called a band sintunado in my messenger status. The sender was not in my messenger list. As far as I can recall, she was a friend of a friend of someone who added me because we studied in the same school (the sender's school is in Manila). 

She was saying that the band was the one who wrote the song thus, they know the tone (her point is not clear but I think that's her point). Yes, they know the notes and the tone but does the singer sing the song in-tune? My violin teacher told me that when he attended one of the band's concert, he and his classmates were saying that the vocalist sing the song full of flats and sharps, making it sintunado.

Unfortunately for her, I replied to the hate mail saying I'm not the only one who is saying that the band is out-of-tune and I supported my message with facts. After sending the message, I turned the message settings to friends only. I do that not because I'm afraid but because I was pissed off with groupies. I don't want anymore hate mail. 

The sender also stated in her message that I can't tell their Guidance Counselor what she was doing in friendster since we don't have the same school. I giggled after I read that. The sender was afraid. I was planning to contact their guidance counselor since they have a website but I did not because it's a waste of time dealing with non-sense things.

Many people (like the sender) are worshiping rockstars. They are not gods and they are not perfect. Someday, they will have wrinkles in their faces and white hairs. They are not in the concert stage forever so let's not waste time worshiping them. I'm not saying that we should not go to their concerts and buy their albums. We can enjoy their music but definitely not worship rockstars.

 
 
 
 
 
 
I have been using my eyeglasses since last semestral break. I think my eye problem was triggered by the layouting I did for our school paper last year. We have been working on it for a couple of weeks and then the publishing company our paper hired did not use the layout we have made.

I was excited when I had my first eyeglasses. I have read almost every signboards I have seen on my way home. After reading a sign, I will remove my eyeglasses to see how blurred it is when I don't have my glasses. My excitement lasted for a couple of weeks. 

A small part of the lense was shattered because of my carelessness. I brought it to the optometrist and had a new set of lenses. I also bought a new pair of eyeglasses.

I am now depending on my eyeglasses to see anything clearly within 10 feet range. Also, my eyeglasses have an anti-glare emitted by the computer's monitor. That is because I don't clean my glasses. It's full of fingerprints and dusts. I only wipe the lenses when I can't see anything clear and also when I am bored at school.

Although I may have a geek look, I think my seatmate cannot survive one school day without me wearing my eyeglasses. I will flood him/her with questions like "What's on the board?" or "Can I copy your notes?"
 
 
 
 
 
 

Some people asked me "how does it feel to be an only child?" I hate that question. If you are watching GMA-7 and your friends were talking about shows in ABS-CBN, can you join their discussion? I don't think so. Just like being an only child. I cannot answer that stupid question because I cannot recall myself not being an only child.

Advertisement

Customize