text-heavy week
as robert, unchua's blockmate, says, "things really do happen this way sometimes".
arne arrived at lit class five minutes before the end of class, utterly convinced he was early for it. naturally i laughed my head off at his stupidity; and i considered my self some sort of savior for being the one to inform him that all scholars are supposed to "donate" P25 to the OAA by today. and there i was, feeling smug, when he tells me that we're supposed to submit a reaction paper to Candide by Monday. no biggie, as usual i planned to cram it - until he said we were also supposed to submit papers for Anne of Cleves (which i haven't even read yet) and Tartuffe (which i cut an entire day of class to finish). and i idn't know jackshit about any of that, naturally.
"why?" quoth he. "aren't you in the yahoogroups?"
ayun, lumabas rin. what yahoogroups? "western lit 2." shit! no! "all our requirements were posted there. nagalit pa nga si acuna e, something about the small responsibilities like submitting your ID pictures on time..."
fuck. so gagawa ako ng tatlong paper this weekend, then submit everything (plus an ID picture) to sir before monday, armed with the biggest, sweetest and most embarrassed smile i can jam onto my little plastic face, and - if that's what it takes - the most plunging neckline and "uplifting" bra i can come up with, as well as all joan's little patented techniques of "pretending" to tie a shoelace or dust off her leg...
"all the better to see you with, my dear."
***
but wait... there's more!
remind me again that i have an "allowable cuts" list posted next to my bed for a reason.
today i went looking for my eco class because i'd missed the last one - a matter of not knowing the classroom to go to, since they'd "moved house" from Bel to SOM. at ang alam ko, SOM 105 ang room ko. brilliant. i went there, just in time, happy that i wasn't going to miss another class -
- but! where was our teacher?! our teacher's not male! that isn't my class! where ARE they?!
and, utterly confused and wet from the rain (abel and his umbrella saved me from the worst part of it, for which i'll be grateful that he was once my arnis classmate and we bonded because i kept hitting him), i tramped back to the dorm to finish my obra maestra of a pathetic excuse for a painting, my Christmas "token"/letter for Father Nemy. it would only have been the second time i cut eco, and anyway i've taken four years of it, so it's really ridiculuosly easy...
for which i damned myself several hours later.
fast forward to Dorm Matters, the meeting of all Atenean dormers (CERSAns and outsiders - incidentally, this is where i first met robert). as we were in line for the much-awaited free buffet dinner, melle called out to me: "Inez! Ba't wala ka sa Eco? Test kanina!"
shit! shit shit shitshitshitCRAP!!!
TEST?!
and THEN i remembered! exam today, and ma'am had said she would be absent, so a substitute would take her place - undoubtedly, he was the guy i'd panicked at the sight of earlier, the one who'd convinced me i was in the wrong class!
SHIYET. and it would have been the easiest eco test too. easy A. dammit.
maybe i can pretend i got lost.
***
kundangan naman o... minsan talaga, makakapatay ka na.
so... enough of my idiocies. what's this i hear, though? a little bit of controversial rumor from the blog mill...
remember janice fong? guys, you must. she was that freshie who bitched about hating her OrSem. you know, the one whose blog we Ateneans all must have read and gritted our teeth at. well, she has a friend, and apparently her "crowd" is the type that we would quite adore to sink our teeth into. vampire style. to suck out all their blood and then rend them apart, piece by bloody, heartless piece.
have you all heard of the ghostly rumor floating around that the LS Admin is thinking of imposing uniforms on the university students? i wouln't be surprised if you had, since i'm apparently quite late in the newsmill. but if you haven't, read on.
apparently, there is a rich little Indian princess from IS, a freshman member of the Conyo Bench, a friend of Ms. Fong's, who was caught doing the dirty with a blockmate in the CR of Wok This Way. they reprimanded both parties and sent them away, quite forgiven but not forgotten. however, these two were seemingly not satisfied with the embarrassing and infinitely stupid and undignified interlude, because they were caught doing it AGAIN. this time around they were banned for life from the restaurant. of course, now the owners are thinking of banning ALL Ateneans from their premises.
but the little slut does not stop there. apparently, she was also caught making out with Marvin Sia in one of the restos along Katips. now, although my brief acquaintance with Mr. Sia gave me the distinct impression that he was very friendly and nice, he didn't come across as particularly intelligent. verbose, maybe, but no genius. so i'm not particularly surprised that Ms. Unnamed Slut (naturally she has a name, but I forgot it, mostly because I feel it is below me to remember the "respectable" name of such a red woman, and also because it was a highly unpronounceable Indian name - no offense to Serena and other Indian friends of mine) managed to get her hooks into him. i WAS rather surprised to hear that she wasn't even pretty, though. somehow Marvin had come across as the type to go for pretty airheads. (of course, i'm biased. but then, the one saving grace to the phenomenon of Atenean celebrities as far as i'm concerned, Nikki, kind of lost her footing when she showed that her Jesus-freak streak tended more towards simian dance instructors who like to paw at unwilling female classmates and hang around with a morally-supportive, well, pedant, then more sensible and certainly more sensitive and intelligent people like, say, Martin, Joey, Audrey, hell even Anton and Luigi. I refuse to say Arne because he knows he's damn insensitive. haha, luv ya Arne!)
but i digress. so i will come back and make my point (performs trademark Danton gesture). the said girl apparently went too far when she went to Math class obviously braless. a scandalized friend accosted her, asking her why she wasn't wearing a bra -
- and Ms.-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named smiled wickedly, stepped out into the hallway where everyone down SEC A and even near Escaler can see her, and said, "That's not the only thing I'm not wearing."
you can guess what happened next. she pulled down her mini-skirt and exposed... herself.
and, to make it more scandalous, she (according to observers, the male half of which i am sure must have had a field day) was the proud owner of a rather healthy growth of bush. ahhh, to put it less crudely, "ang karimlan ng masukal na gubat".
and therefore, the Loyola Schools are putting serious thought in landing us all with uniforms.
that's not all, though. want to know the kicker? certainly not that we're all about to be punished for one bitch's misdemeanors. it's that Admin is waiting for her to leave of her own accord. they're not kicking her out.
WTF, i say. someone as undisciplined, embarrassing, idiotic, demented and just plain rude as that does not deserve honorable dismissal. she deserves to be kicked out, stripped of any dignity and honor, publicly shamed, because she's a brat who damned well needs the lesson in manners that such a punishment just might earn her. and her parents do, too, for letting her grow up into such an irresponsible, id-driven hoyden. perhaps right now, she won't care, and perhaps her parents are screwed enough to blame it all on LS as well (probably the reason they're suspending judgment), but that would be justice.
well, actually, justice would be seeing her turn into the absolute prostitute she's making herself appear to be, but that's about as close as we can probably get.
***
that just about sums up the negative side of things. but as Dr. (Ralph, according to acuna) Pangloss of Voltaire's Candide says, everything bad happens so that something better can happen someplace else.
one night stand 2/ white christmask, the AcadCom Christmas Party, was two days ago (dec. 7, minor's birthday - and of course i realize that if he reads my blog he really must have gotten freaked out a long time ago by its seeming utter stalker files-ishness). i had five classes. i attended one.
i fell asleep at four thirty after staying up to finish the Seniors' Tokens. therefore, i missed my first class - psych - because i overslept. i hurried to bathe and dress, and got out in time to sing for the Immaculate Conception Mass. naturally, JC was all freaky and stressed, and he just about threw in the towel in utter despair over his irrespinsible choir (i'm as delinquent there as anywhere else); but all in all it turned out okay, in my opinion. however, i was ten minutes late to Eco, and i got lost on the way to class (i REALLY didn't know the room), so i cut it and went to the pantry to cook. benjo and i breaded three kils of pre-marinated chicken in twenty minutes, and then i went to Retellings and got freaked out by how sexual the Little Red Riding-Hood story really is. afterwards, i went back to the pantry and continued cooking. when it appeared that i would be the only one manning the station, i decided to go gung-ho and just cut the rest of my classes. after all, i'd never missed McNamara before, and Acuna was discussing Candide (which i'd quite gorged sick on back with Remoto). in any case the food was finished by seven, although the pochero never turned red and the rice refused to rise (ay, how punny).
i hadn't eaten the entire day, but by the time dinner rolled around i was so sick of the smell of food that i couldn't even finish half a plate. i passed most of my food to Unchua. (thank you for those who enjoyed the tomato pasta and made it disappear so quickly - it was my first ever spaghetti, from Joan's recipe, and i'm glad it made a hit. also, i'm rather amused that so many people liked the "creamcake" - that is to say, the extra fruit salad cream that i froze into blocks to economize.)
that was the first disappontment. it was replaced by hilarity during the first GD, when we played Lip-Reading and turned "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" to "Wingardium Leviosa", and worse, "pusa" to "putang ina mo". this light mood was increased when the exchange gift was performed, and i discovered that my darling "husband" (yeah right), Koi, had been the one to get me. as expected, he'd guessed who i was by my wishlist - a Humor Post "Gorgeous" pillow - and got me the one thing i needed the most: an organizer. sobra talagang meant to be kami. Lol. and then Mark Eds gave me a token for being the "hardworking" head of ONS2/WCM. it was a romance paperback. three guesses what the title was.
The Stranger In Room 205.
well - they're no strangers, certainly... but it was a brilliant joke on Mark Eds' part. except, of course, that now i'm beset by people wanting to know why exactly we were laughing so hard about the title of the book.
the next GD had been my brainchild, a fantasy of sorts that i had picked over and rolled around mentally so many times i was sure it would play out just as i imagined it. the game? VV1's Verb My Noun. knowing how everyone just loves an issue, i felt sure i'd be egged on to team up with either Minor or Mooncake (and indeed i was paired with Ian, who refused to get up from the floor). of course, i wanted to see what would happen, or how a certain person would react to the GD. it also occured to my poor romance-starved mind that just such an excuse might have been the right one to use in order to inveigle my first kiss (or certainly any physical contact that would have been impossible otherwise) from someone who reputedly would have liked the chance, and i am certainly not at all loth to permit to do so.
sorry! he left before the GD and went gadding off somewhere, returning only in time for chika-time, after the movie, when everyone else was just about to sleep. not that there was anything to talk about. there never is, now, during one night stands. i kind of miss the "old days", because of that.
if only i knew how he feels now. i'm still shaken by that Magic 8-Ball prediction, no matter how superstitious that may be. and why am i always beset by Anas who like those who were said to like me and i therefore learned to like back - when i'm in second year? tell me how coincidental it is that the last time i liked someone with an Ana attached to him was four years ago in second year high school, and the thing repeats as a sophomore in college. damn, history really repeats itself.
***
anyway... it had been fun. and, because someone denuded my mattress of its identifying bedsheet, i now am the proud owner of the firmest, thickest mattress i could discover in the pile. that, and because there were no classes yesterday, i finally got around to cleaning my shelves. and i went to mass on the day of obligation, surprising Carole and the King.
by the way: we're on speaking terms now. at least until her 18th birthday.
***
lastly:
arne told me to concretize my previous sentimentality before submitting it to Young Blood. he said it was "going around in a well-written way".
i know that.
that's just the way it is.
just as the lasagna a while ago was sour, and just as i knew immediately that it was Migoy texting me about Raccoon even before i opened the message - i'd been looking for him, myself. things just happen that way.
like you can't help but play favorites when you have a "pwede na" with romance-novel deep black eyes whose thick fringes make you drown when he sings of love, no matter that he doesn't sing for you, just as long as his clear tenor tones fill the air - and then stop again and be platonic when he no longer sings; just as you can be completely unnoticing of someone until his graceful dance charms you like a snake out of a basket and all you can think of is buying him strawberries because they're his favorite, and then feel like a proud mother the moment he stops; like when something as simple as trying to get your attention by turning your face to his, with the words "you fascinate me", just play in your mind over and over although you know they mean nothing; or when someone begins a tradition and you get caught up in his dream, because you were there at its conception, and for a few moments you are one with that dreamer and you connect more than you know. things happen.
just like that.
arne arrived at lit class five minutes before the end of class, utterly convinced he was early for it. naturally i laughed my head off at his stupidity; and i considered my self some sort of savior for being the one to inform him that all scholars are supposed to "donate" P25 to the OAA by today. and there i was, feeling smug, when he tells me that we're supposed to submit a reaction paper to Candide by Monday. no biggie, as usual i planned to cram it - until he said we were also supposed to submit papers for Anne of Cleves (which i haven't even read yet) and Tartuffe (which i cut an entire day of class to finish). and i idn't know jackshit about any of that, naturally.
"why?" quoth he. "aren't you in the yahoogroups?"
ayun, lumabas rin. what yahoogroups? "western lit 2." shit! no! "all our requirements were posted there. nagalit pa nga si acuna e, something about the small responsibilities like submitting your ID pictures on time..."
fuck. so gagawa ako ng tatlong paper this weekend, then submit everything (plus an ID picture) to sir before monday, armed with the biggest, sweetest and most embarrassed smile i can jam onto my little plastic face, and - if that's what it takes - the most plunging neckline and "uplifting" bra i can come up with, as well as all joan's little patented techniques of "pretending" to tie a shoelace or dust off her leg...
"all the better to see you with, my dear."
***
but wait... there's more!
remind me again that i have an "allowable cuts" list posted next to my bed for a reason.
today i went looking for my eco class because i'd missed the last one - a matter of not knowing the classroom to go to, since they'd "moved house" from Bel to SOM. at ang alam ko, SOM 105 ang room ko. brilliant. i went there, just in time, happy that i wasn't going to miss another class -
- but! where was our teacher?! our teacher's not male! that isn't my class! where ARE they?!
and, utterly confused and wet from the rain (abel and his umbrella saved me from the worst part of it, for which i'll be grateful that he was once my arnis classmate and we bonded because i kept hitting him), i tramped back to the dorm to finish my obra maestra of a pathetic excuse for a painting, my Christmas "token"/letter for Father Nemy. it would only have been the second time i cut eco, and anyway i've taken four years of it, so it's really ridiculuosly easy...
for which i damned myself several hours later.
fast forward to Dorm Matters, the meeting of all Atenean dormers (CERSAns and outsiders - incidentally, this is where i first met robert). as we were in line for the much-awaited free buffet dinner, melle called out to me: "Inez! Ba't wala ka sa Eco? Test kanina!"
shit! shit shit shitshitshitCRAP!!!
TEST?!
and THEN i remembered! exam today, and ma'am had said she would be absent, so a substitute would take her place - undoubtedly, he was the guy i'd panicked at the sight of earlier, the one who'd convinced me i was in the wrong class!
SHIYET. and it would have been the easiest eco test too. easy A. dammit.
maybe i can pretend i got lost.
***
kundangan naman o... minsan talaga, makakapatay ka na.
so... enough of my idiocies. what's this i hear, though? a little bit of controversial rumor from the blog mill...
remember janice fong? guys, you must. she was that freshie who bitched about hating her OrSem. you know, the one whose blog we Ateneans all must have read and gritted our teeth at. well, she has a friend, and apparently her "crowd" is the type that we would quite adore to sink our teeth into. vampire style. to suck out all their blood and then rend them apart, piece by bloody, heartless piece.
have you all heard of the ghostly rumor floating around that the LS Admin is thinking of imposing uniforms on the university students? i wouln't be surprised if you had, since i'm apparently quite late in the newsmill. but if you haven't, read on.
apparently, there is a rich little Indian princess from IS, a freshman member of the Conyo Bench, a friend of Ms. Fong's, who was caught doing the dirty with a blockmate in the CR of Wok This Way. they reprimanded both parties and sent them away, quite forgiven but not forgotten. however, these two were seemingly not satisfied with the embarrassing and infinitely stupid and undignified interlude, because they were caught doing it AGAIN. this time around they were banned for life from the restaurant. of course, now the owners are thinking of banning ALL Ateneans from their premises.
but the little slut does not stop there. apparently, she was also caught making out with Marvin Sia in one of the restos along Katips. now, although my brief acquaintance with Mr. Sia gave me the distinct impression that he was very friendly and nice, he didn't come across as particularly intelligent. verbose, maybe, but no genius. so i'm not particularly surprised that Ms. Unnamed Slut (naturally she has a name, but I forgot it, mostly because I feel it is below me to remember the "respectable" name of such a red woman, and also because it was a highly unpronounceable Indian name - no offense to Serena and other Indian friends of mine) managed to get her hooks into him. i WAS rather surprised to hear that she wasn't even pretty, though. somehow Marvin had come across as the type to go for pretty airheads. (of course, i'm biased. but then, the one saving grace to the phenomenon of Atenean celebrities as far as i'm concerned, Nikki, kind of lost her footing when she showed that her Jesus-freak streak tended more towards simian dance instructors who like to paw at unwilling female classmates and hang around with a morally-supportive, well, pedant, then more sensible and certainly more sensitive and intelligent people like, say, Martin, Joey, Audrey, hell even Anton and Luigi. I refuse to say Arne because he knows he's damn insensitive. haha, luv ya Arne!)
but i digress. so i will come back and make my point (performs trademark Danton gesture). the said girl apparently went too far when she went to Math class obviously braless. a scandalized friend accosted her, asking her why she wasn't wearing a bra -
- and Ms.-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named smiled wickedly, stepped out into the hallway where everyone down SEC A and even near Escaler can see her, and said, "That's not the only thing I'm not wearing."
you can guess what happened next. she pulled down her mini-skirt and exposed... herself.
and, to make it more scandalous, she (according to observers, the male half of which i am sure must have had a field day) was the proud owner of a rather healthy growth of bush. ahhh, to put it less crudely, "ang karimlan ng masukal na gubat".
and therefore, the Loyola Schools are putting serious thought in landing us all with uniforms.
that's not all, though. want to know the kicker? certainly not that we're all about to be punished for one bitch's misdemeanors. it's that Admin is waiting for her to leave of her own accord. they're not kicking her out.
WTF, i say. someone as undisciplined, embarrassing, idiotic, demented and just plain rude as that does not deserve honorable dismissal. she deserves to be kicked out, stripped of any dignity and honor, publicly shamed, because she's a brat who damned well needs the lesson in manners that such a punishment just might earn her. and her parents do, too, for letting her grow up into such an irresponsible, id-driven hoyden. perhaps right now, she won't care, and perhaps her parents are screwed enough to blame it all on LS as well (probably the reason they're suspending judgment), but that would be justice.
well, actually, justice would be seeing her turn into the absolute prostitute she's making herself appear to be, but that's about as close as we can probably get.
***
that just about sums up the negative side of things. but as Dr. (Ralph, according to acuna) Pangloss of Voltaire's Candide says, everything bad happens so that something better can happen someplace else.
one night stand 2/ white christmask, the AcadCom Christmas Party, was two days ago (dec. 7, minor's birthday - and of course i realize that if he reads my blog he really must have gotten freaked out a long time ago by its seeming utter stalker files-ishness). i had five classes. i attended one.
i fell asleep at four thirty after staying up to finish the Seniors' Tokens. therefore, i missed my first class - psych - because i overslept. i hurried to bathe and dress, and got out in time to sing for the Immaculate Conception Mass. naturally, JC was all freaky and stressed, and he just about threw in the towel in utter despair over his irrespinsible choir (i'm as delinquent there as anywhere else); but all in all it turned out okay, in my opinion. however, i was ten minutes late to Eco, and i got lost on the way to class (i REALLY didn't know the room), so i cut it and went to the pantry to cook. benjo and i breaded three kils of pre-marinated chicken in twenty minutes, and then i went to Retellings and got freaked out by how sexual the Little Red Riding-Hood story really is. afterwards, i went back to the pantry and continued cooking. when it appeared that i would be the only one manning the station, i decided to go gung-ho and just cut the rest of my classes. after all, i'd never missed McNamara before, and Acuna was discussing Candide (which i'd quite gorged sick on back with Remoto). in any case the food was finished by seven, although the pochero never turned red and the rice refused to rise (ay, how punny).
i hadn't eaten the entire day, but by the time dinner rolled around i was so sick of the smell of food that i couldn't even finish half a plate. i passed most of my food to Unchua. (thank you for those who enjoyed the tomato pasta and made it disappear so quickly - it was my first ever spaghetti, from Joan's recipe, and i'm glad it made a hit. also, i'm rather amused that so many people liked the "creamcake" - that is to say, the extra fruit salad cream that i froze into blocks to economize.)
that was the first disappontment. it was replaced by hilarity during the first GD, when we played Lip-Reading and turned "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" to "Wingardium Leviosa", and worse, "pusa" to "putang ina mo". this light mood was increased when the exchange gift was performed, and i discovered that my darling "husband" (yeah right), Koi, had been the one to get me. as expected, he'd guessed who i was by my wishlist - a Humor Post "Gorgeous" pillow - and got me the one thing i needed the most: an organizer. sobra talagang meant to be kami. Lol. and then Mark Eds gave me a token for being the "hardworking" head of ONS2/WCM. it was a romance paperback. three guesses what the title was.
The Stranger In Room 205.
well - they're no strangers, certainly... but it was a brilliant joke on Mark Eds' part. except, of course, that now i'm beset by people wanting to know why exactly we were laughing so hard about the title of the book.
the next GD had been my brainchild, a fantasy of sorts that i had picked over and rolled around mentally so many times i was sure it would play out just as i imagined it. the game? VV1's Verb My Noun. knowing how everyone just loves an issue, i felt sure i'd be egged on to team up with either Minor or Mooncake (and indeed i was paired with Ian, who refused to get up from the floor). of course, i wanted to see what would happen, or how a certain person would react to the GD. it also occured to my poor romance-starved mind that just such an excuse might have been the right one to use in order to inveigle my first kiss (or certainly any physical contact that would have been impossible otherwise) from someone who reputedly would have liked the chance, and i am certainly not at all loth to permit to do so.
sorry! he left before the GD and went gadding off somewhere, returning only in time for chika-time, after the movie, when everyone else was just about to sleep. not that there was anything to talk about. there never is, now, during one night stands. i kind of miss the "old days", because of that.
if only i knew how he feels now. i'm still shaken by that Magic 8-Ball prediction, no matter how superstitious that may be. and why am i always beset by Anas who like those who were said to like me and i therefore learned to like back - when i'm in second year? tell me how coincidental it is that the last time i liked someone with an Ana attached to him was four years ago in second year high school, and the thing repeats as a sophomore in college. damn, history really repeats itself.
***
anyway... it had been fun. and, because someone denuded my mattress of its identifying bedsheet, i now am the proud owner of the firmest, thickest mattress i could discover in the pile. that, and because there were no classes yesterday, i finally got around to cleaning my shelves. and i went to mass on the day of obligation, surprising Carole and the King.
by the way: we're on speaking terms now. at least until her 18th birthday.
***
lastly:
arne told me to concretize my previous sentimentality before submitting it to Young Blood. he said it was "going around in a well-written way".
i know that.
that's just the way it is.
just as the lasagna a while ago was sour, and just as i knew immediately that it was Migoy texting me about Raccoon even before i opened the message - i'd been looking for him, myself. things just happen that way.
like you can't help but play favorites when you have a "pwede na" with romance-novel deep black eyes whose thick fringes make you drown when he sings of love, no matter that he doesn't sing for you, just as long as his clear tenor tones fill the air - and then stop again and be platonic when he no longer sings; just as you can be completely unnoticing of someone until his graceful dance charms you like a snake out of a basket and all you can think of is buying him strawberries because they're his favorite, and then feel like a proud mother the moment he stops; like when something as simple as trying to get your attention by turning your face to his, with the words "you fascinate me", just play in your mind over and over although you know they mean nothing; or when someone begins a tradition and you get caught up in his dream, because you were there at its conception, and for a few moments you are one with that dreamer and you connect more than you know. things happen.
just like that.