"we live on a mountain
right at the top
there's a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning I walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like: car-parts, bottles and cutlery
or whatever I find lying around

it's become a habit
a way
to start the day

I go through all this
before you wake up
so I can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

it's real early morning
no-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

and when it lands
will my eyes be closed or open?

I go through all this
before you wake up
so I can feel happier
to be safe up here with you"

Bjork is weird. The cutlery part makes me grin.

Ladida. I want to change my name. But I can't think of a good one. "Hyperballad" sounds okay.

Kowinkidink. I have to go research on hyperbolic geometry now.

Namaste.

edit: Changed the name. Might change it again. I'm fickle that way.

Maghahanap nga ako.
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Wala.
!
Ayun!

Nakita ko si Anthony. Ok na siya. May rash lang sa braso.

Parang ang dami ring may sore eyes ngayon.

Uy. Diba dapat Ateneo panalo? 69 eh.

Ayoko eh. Gah. Effing boring bio teacher.

Pumunta kaming Cavite, kasi may libreng one-night-stay yung dad ko sa Island Cove Resort. Punta kayo doon. Okay siya. May pool, pool na may slides, gym, bowling, billiards, malaking chess board, basketball, volleyball, tennis, nakakalitong kalye, blah blah blah I'm tired.

Siyet. Aaral na nga.

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Hoy! UP Boys! ACLE na naman! Punta kayo sa Music Audi (ata) o sa CMC M211!
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Paalam Paco. Do good. Namaste.

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Currently listening to: The Godfather Waltz
Currently feeling: sober. ;)

Bwisit ng NatSci Bio Exam. Bleh. Bwisit.

Nakita ko si Dale. Naaliw siya sa Creative Writing class ko. Post ko raw yung sinulat ko, eh ieedit ko muna. Pangit pa siya. Thank you workshop method.

Pagkatapos ng CW10, iyun, NatSci2. Ecch. Tagal mag-umpisa. Pinaupo kaming 180+ na estudyante sa audi in alphabetical order. Tagal niyon.
Tapos, tatawagin niya kami by class number para ibigay yung test. Kami naman, pucha, ubos ang oras. Mga 10:30 na noon, tapos 11:30 matatapos yung klase.

Nagsimula kami mga 10:40; yung test, 50 points, multiple choice lahat. Halos wala akong alam, dami kong hinula. Siyeeet. Buti na lang objective.

Tinapos ko yung test, wala naman pala kaming English, so nakisama na lang ako kina Tony, Jomel, RJ at Miks sa Nismed. Usap-usap. Saya.

Yung ACLE, okey naman, nothing spectacular. Marami akong natuto tungkol kay Yoyoy.

Pagkatapos ng ACLE, nanood kami ng "Don't Look Back", isang pelikulang Hapon na tungkol sa mga estudyanteng grade 5, pagkakaibigan, mga karakter na namamatay na lang bigla, mga baka at "firecracker guns". Ewan. Naiinis ako doon.

Currently listening to: Khachaturian - Sabre Dance
Currently reading: The Westing Game
Currently feeling: irritated

Yes. Quite good fun.

Just a tidbit: the depression around your collarbone, where your neck meets your chest, or something, is the suprasternal notch. Coolie. Now tell your friends.

The things you learn in CW10. Now we have to make a 160 character poem through text. Which I have to do by today, but haven't really started yet. Wa pa ang inspirasyon ko.

Ack. Rami kong kailangan gawin. Kas1 report. Math1 report. CW10 siyeet.

A poem that's not mine.
Resume by Dorothy Parker:

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Ang cute.

Bumili ako ng Fast Food Fiction, tapos yung last three pages baliktad.

Oy, kung may gusto manood ng The Virgin Suicides, may showing ng UP Quill, sa Friday, Sep 17, 5:30 pm, UP CAL AVR, P30. May kilala akong nagbebenta, so... iyun. I'm watching too.

My 160 character poem:
I wake up to a 6 a.m. sky/
and watch sleeping flies suspended in the air/
I listen to the dull drone their wings make/
I close my eyes and I am asleep again.

Currently reading: Fast Food Fiction
Currently feeling: distressed

Pero ginawa siyang Hyperboland ng groupmates ko. Effing majority.

Henyhuway.
The result of 2-plus hours of cram-scriptwriting for our Math1 presentation



Syempre, naaliw naman ako sa sarili ko.

Siyeeeeeet. Kas1 pa. Arrgh!

Nasa bahay ako ngayon. Waha. Babalik pa akong UP ng 2:00.

Isang linggo na lang, sem break na...
Tapos may finals.
Tapos sem break ulit...

I am a fickle person, I changed my tabulas again.
Ooo, it's so dark.

I like my CW10 class:
Rat Jelly by Michael Ondaatje

See the rat in the jelly
steaming dirty hair
frozen, bring it out on a glass tray
split the pie four ways and eat
I took great care cooking this treat for you
and tho it looks good
and tho it smells of Westinghouse still
and tastes of exotic fish or
maybe the expensive arse of a cow
I want you to know it's rat
steaming dirty hair and still alive
(caught him last Sunday
thinking of the fridge, thinking of you)

I can still taste tomato sauce, I will brush my teeth.

I have a poem to write, I will go.

Currently listening to: Baker Baker, Tori Amos

Waha. Labo.


My poem for CW10. First draft iyan, ginawa ko lang kagabi. Be nice.

Yay. Halos tapos na ang sem. Pero may finals pa. Sana English lang kailangan kong i-take. Sana okay lang Kas1 ko. Sana magkatotoo sked ko for the next sem.

Sem break na!

Plano kong imemorize ito by heart. Yah.

Anyhoo.

Dalawang araw na lang! Yesss! Frrreeeeedom!
Sana walang akong finals, maliban na lang sa Eeengalish-wonn. Bwisit na Eeengalish-wonn.

Oh, yeah: bwisit din ang Ateneo-caused traffic. Klah.

Okay na sana o, lumabas akong MRT, inisip ko, "Okay na ako sa Math1 exam, kahit hindi ako masyadong nag-aral. Math1 lang iyan. Kailangan ko lang mag-jee--WTF."
At nakita ko ang traaaaaffic sa ilalim ng flyover.

Kaya nagdesisyon akong lakarin hanggang pedestrian overpass sa harap ng Jollibee. Nakita ko si Javier sa Mcdo, pero nagmamadali na ako noon, kaya hindi ko na lang siya pinansin. Hindi niya naman ako nakita eh.

Bwisit din. Tinawid ko yung Katipunan, at sinakyan ko ang dyip. Ang tagaaal ng Manong Dyip dahil nag-aabang pa ng pasahero. Kahit dadalawa na lang yung pwedeng sumakay. Manong, wala nang gusto sumakay. Alis na tayo, sabay sinakal ko si Manong Dyip. Sa utak lang iyan a.

Nakaalis din kami, tapos pagbaba ko sa may harap ng simbahan, nadapa pa ako sa mga tali ng bag ko. Meh.

Napaaga din naman ako. Madali lang iyung exam. Hindi ko lang ma-explain ng matino at trigonometrically kung bakit mas mahaba ang anino natin kapag 7 AM kaysa sa 10 AM.

Currently listening to: Datura - Tori Amos
Currently reading: The Curious Incident of Something-Dog-something.
Currently feeling: chipper

Actually hindi naman ako ganoon kasaya. Medyo nahihilo na naman ako. Matutulog ako ng maaga ngayon.

Wala nang Math! (Yay!) Wala nang Arnis! (Yay!) Wala nang Natsci! (Yay!)
Kaso lang, may English at Kasaysayan finals, may Creative Writing Spoken Word Project pa. Kailangan ko ng guest sa performance ko, which is on Oct. 8, 4-5:30 siguro, Vargas Museum malamang.
Any volunteers? Haha.

Based nga pala iyun sa poem ko. Ma-rerevise pa iyan, I'm sure. Makakapanood din kayo ng performances ng iba kong klasmeyts.

Nakita ko nga pala si Trev. Hi Trev.
(Don't say Evil, say Ev. Hehe.)

Shite. Naiimpluwensiyahan na ko ng Roldan na iyun. Next time you see me, I'll be a Hallmark-card-hating, nationalist, democrat vegetarian. Bah, I have no idea what I'm saying.

I'm done. Thanks for your time and "friends" space.