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Updates, and I LOVE THE CLASS OF 2011 :)

21 March 2010

I realised that I haven’t posted anything in two months — oh dearr, is that an all-time low? — and it’s quite hard to summarise the days from January 16 to this day in a nutshell, but I shall attempt to do so right about… now:

  • January 23 – took the SAT. It was an interesting day because I ended up taking the wrong jeepney and going in the opposite direction from where I wanted to go. The cab ride was expensive. HOWEVER, I was able to watch two — no, three — movies that night: Sherlock Holmes, The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus and (on DVD) Jennifer’s Body, which was horrible!!
  • SAT result: 1920 (610/640/670)
  • February 6 – Family Fun Day and Band-Aid. This was fun, and I realised that for the next 7 weeks I would be in something school-related every Saturday…
  • February 13 – Angel’s debut, which was awesome because everyone was dressed up, all in black, and everything was so elegant. Some people got drunk, though, but that’s not the point. The point is that it was a night to remember for everyone, from the celebrant to the guests to the crazy alcoholics on the sidelines.
  • February 20 – PREP trip. I’d never been to one of those before and it was a very interesting experience. We went to Tagaytay and taught some kids in a rural public school for a couple of hours (it was literally just 2-3 hours, though more time would have been great!!). On our way back to Manila we got stranded because the driver had LBM.
  • February 27 – Testing for next year’s incoming scholars. I don’t know what to think; I just hope they pick the right people who will really take advantage of what the school has to offer. I was in school the entire day because of CulCon previews, so I hung about the swim meet in between those two events. Our school’s IASAS Drama and Dance are the best. Always.
  • March 4-6 – IASAS Art & Music. Our school hosted and I volunteered as a videographer. On the Saturday morning I had to come to school to edit together a 3-minute video (out of about 3-4 hours of footage) within about two hours. It was extremely intense for both Kento and myself. CulCon was fun, I guess, but it would have been much better if I was in Taipei for Forensics again this year. It sucks to be on the sidelines.
  • March 11 – Started working out at the fitness room for CAS hours.
  • March 13 – Child Hope came to school for Saturday Service. I went. It was a lot of fun but also sort of heartbreaking at times. There were some moments then that I really, really, really liked, but all they did was eventually make me very, very confused. However, I refuse to elaborate on this.
  • March 15 – Had a bit of a rage spell.
  • March 17-18 – Started working out with the trainer’s help. I got DOMS on Friday and Saturday and I still have it now I think.
  • March 19-20 – Just came from that last night, actually. JUNIOR CLASS OVERNIGHT AT MATABUNGKAY. It was a lot of fun, though I preferred the beach on the chilly night than in the sweltering hot morning. I was burning up with a fever by the time I got home. Not much to say but it was a lot of fun. I love my class… I just wish that certain people who weren’t there were… and by this I’m referring to people who left/moved away… Our class would otherwise have been pretty much perfect.

And so I now find myself here, in my room, unable to go to church because it’s so hot outside and I have a massive headache and a fever still. Aside from that I also have a ton of homework to do for the upcoming week. With four days until spring break I never thought I’d be under so much pressure, especially since I’m going away for a week to hopefully join Mission Youth in Batangas. Before that, though, I have to do an English major, an English medium, Psychology homework, Math homework, a Math quiz, a seven-page screenplay for my IB film and a revised independent study resource list, also for IBHL Film. Surely, the first semester of IB Diploma is no indication of the second semester. I can only imagine what next semester will be like.

How to keep these…
 

My grades are pretty good right now, though I need to bring Psych up to an A… and make sure English and Film don’t get any lower. With Film, especially, I can’t afford my grade to drop. GPA does matter, especially when you’re a first decile student in the first semester. Getting there is cake; it’s staying there that’s the challenge, especially after exams in May. oh dearrrr.

I’m out of things to say because right now everything is rather banal. I have a lot of homework (as usual), I have a fever (as usual) and I need a shower (as usual).

Shower time.

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I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.

16 January 2010

Today, something beautiful happened. I found myself in contact with a rather speedy cable internet connection and decided to sort of ‘seize the day’ and just have at it, and so I downloaded Vuze and downloaded more within two hours than I did in the last two months combined. I finally got The Fame Monster, the New Moon soundtrack, the Where the Wild Things Are soundtrack, the new Vampire Weekend album Contra, the Ke$ha album (which was for my sister, really), both Glee compilations, a Neon Indian album, and Zombieland is still downloading as I type. And it feels beautiful to be doing this right now. I promise to delete everything one day and rebuild my library legally, but this is all I can manage for now. Besides, it’s not like the big music executives are going bankrupt or anything.

Anyway, this downloading process occurred simultaneously with insane Facebooking and microblogging to an extent that I haven’t quite done since early October, during the last days of our home DSL connection. During this time I also managed to go on the Canon and Nikon websites to check out potential cameras for when I finally raise enough funds. For this same reason I also went on the Apple site and ‘built my own Macbook Pro’, which costs about $2,600 with all the added upgrades. I really do love looking up potential material possessions. Though such habits only reflect on me negatively as they exhibit my lust for worldly things, we only live once, and living only once renders our lives insignificant. Einmal est keinmal.

And, while on all these different site, getting myself excited for series four of Skins (which comes out on the 28th — I am so excited!) and reading through missed posts on Hipster Runoff, I realised that I haven’t really made a decent blog post in a very long time. This is why I am making this entry now.

Since the last time I wrote a decent post, some things have changed. I have reverted back to the status of she who does not like anyone right now, which is a good break from the last semester, which has been pretty much useless aside from the fact that I now know that not everyone who you think is your friend really is. I don’t miss the company that I used to have last year, at least not anymore, after realising that there are so many other people who are much better. Really, there’s nothing great in surrounding yourself with negative company. I try to be surrounded by positive people who are also smart and hip and cool. 

I still love typography and wish to learn as much about it as possible, but I have to focus on the second semester. SATs are next week, I have to fill out my high school resume and come up with a list of thirty schools for my guidance counselor, I still have to decide whether or not to watch American Idol this season, and I’m beginning to wonder why Noah Cyrus is becoming culturally relevant because she looks thirty years old and is just plain weird. Also, I have a shitload to do for Monday, all of which will be postponed for tomorrow night since I’m currently in my grandparents’ house which, unlike my house, has cable TV, cable internet, and a working air conditioner. And a hot shower! One day I plan on owning this house and converting the shed in the backyard into an art studio. Oh yeah, I want to do art now. And be an artist. It would be quite nice.

More later on.

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Oh god, is it the 20th in two days already?!

18 September 2009

The idea of being seventeen frightens me. My sixteen-year-old life has been rather turbulent and I doubt that the year ahead will be any different, let alone better. I find it hard having to grasp concepts such as responsibility as I get closer and closer to real adulthood, especially since I don’t quite think that I’ve ‘found myself’ just yet. I still need to find that one thing about me that separates me from other people. I have to be able to balance work and play and the IB. There are tests to take, assessments to keep track of, blogs to update. I’m so glad that I was able to update my Interests Include blog tonight.

Anyway, yeah, the idea of being seventeen on Sunday is baffling and frightening.

Oh well, we’ll see what happens.

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I can’t believe August is almost over.

29 August 2009

By the end of this month (if you’re not too picky) I will have finished my first month into the IB Diploma.

Honestly, though, I feel like I’ve been in school forever. 

Though the weeks feel short and the days pass quickly, the pace at which each of my courses goes by has been insanely fast. I’ve been doing a lot work lately, and by that I really do mean actual work and not just messing about. This week I had to write my first comparative commentary in Filipino. I have never written so many Filipino words in one piece, ever. Also, English also gives quite a hefty load to do, and our current unit is on poetry by an Amherst guy named Richard Wilbur. He’s amazing, honestly. His poems are so meticulously crafted that I learn something new every time I read one of his poems. But I find them really hard to understand. They’re just so dense with stuff.

I also think that I’m involved in too many activities this year. If Prom Committee, BOB Committee and CWS were counted as official clubs this year I would be way past the Policy of Limitations in school. Woods would flip his lid. I’m such a cheater, I know, but I think that I should take advantage of all the activities I can take part of in school. For CAS hours, or something. No, really though, I do want to be part of all those activities. MUN may be as hard as Rafa Sy’s abs for me, but I really do feel that I reap some benefits from it, even when I don’t really say… anything.

My biggest problem in terms of courses will probably be Film HL, though. I mean, I think I’ll have the analysis and independent study parts down, but I’m screwed for production because my group bound to bomb. Since this is a public page I won’t be going into further detail, but may I just add that there is a lot of frustration involved. I have a personal notebook for such rage. But the writing parts, the talking about film parts, I might be better with those. It’s just the actual film production that I tend to struggle with. UGH. For my independent study, I might do a genre study on defining “independent cinema” and how different cultures attempt to deviate from their nation’s mainstream film culture. Maybe. I dunno. I’m going on a Gael Garcia Bernal DVD binge for the next few days, though. Too much cuteness!!

Also, I am excited for Cinemanila because Diego Luna is coming to Manila. Oh My Freakin God.

But I digress.

So, aaanyway, three full weeks into junior year, my favourite classes are Psychology and Filipino (for some reason, I keep forgetting that I’m taking Physics). Again, this is a public place and therefore not the appropriate venue for the release of any explicit opinions. I have other outlets for that, since I am a self-professed serial blogger. 

I really do like Psychology class, though. And Filipino is a riot. Actually, there are many things I like about most of my classes, such as Math. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in a Math class before, especially today. I love my Math SL teacher and think he is absolutely hilarious. I just hope I pass at least half the classes that I’ve signed myself up for the next two years, and I hope I can balance all that IB stuff with all my EACs and all the standardised tests I’ll have to do and such. 

I’m being cut off by mis padres, hence I must now finish off and possibly continue this at a different time.

Buenas noches.

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Today’s Downloads!! Woo!!

15 August 2009

I didn’t get to download too many from leaked, but it’s my first time downloading music in a while.

The latest additions to my library are as follows:

  1. Cobra Starship, Hot Mess
  2. 3OH!3, “Don’t Trust Me (Alternative Guitar Version)
  3. Boys Like Girls, “She’s Got A Boyfriend Now”
  4. Anberlin, “Naive Orleans”
  5. Modest Mouse, No One’s First And You’re Next
  6. Frankmusik, Complete Me

Unfortunately, my attempt at snagging the latest As Tall As Lions album failed. It’s absolutely frustrating.

However, I have reached a new Facebook milestone:

I didn’t cheat, either, I promise!!

Also, I’m not going to Singapore anymore. I have my priorities set, and that trip just isn’t one of them anymore. This Halloween better be awesome, then, especially since I’ll be here in Manila.

God, I have so much to do for this week!! I haven’t started anything, either, which is kind of horrible on my part. English, Math and Psychology.. you’re just gonna have to wait a little bit longer. MUN.. yeah. Sure. Soon.

I don’t understand what happened to my Tumblarity. Anyway, I update my tumblelog more frequently than this one.

Much love.

K

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My home internet connection is a zombie in a coma.

14 August 2009

Something strange has been happening to me recently.

There’s nothing wrong with crying after watching The Notebook or A Walk to Remember. Those chick flicks were meant to be cried to. It’s normal for someone to sob or at least shed a tear after watching a two-hour film about something that ends in tragedy. That’s what tragedies are meant for. However, I don’t think it’s commonplace for someone to cry after, say, watching a music video. Or a trailer.

Yes, for some reason, even short videos of less than five minutes long have triggered emotional breakdowns. The trailers for The Time Traveller’s Wife and My Sister’s Keeper, for example, have brought me to uncontrollable tears every time I see them, including times when the trailers would be played before a feature in the cinema. I have not read the book of either movie, but the trailers gave me something to anticipate, and from the moment I finished watching both trailers for the first time I knew that I would probably end up having to bring a box of tissues when I had to watch the full movies. The Time Traveller’s Wife, for example, was about a woman who met the man of her dreams, but would lose him every so often due to his irrepressible condition which causes him to travel through time. My Sister’s Keeper, on the other hand, is about a girl with cancer. I get sensitive around that topic.

Trailers aren’t the only sorts of videos that have made me cry lately. Even music videos have had the same effect.

“We Are The World”, for example, was a charity song by USA for Africa, which was composed of a group of some of the most popular American musicians of the mid-80s. Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Steve Perry, Kenny Loggins, Kenny Rogers, Willie Nelson, James Ingram, Bruce Springsteen, Tina Turner, Cyndi Lauper, Shiela E and many more were all gathered in the same room, recording a song that went from an idea to a finished masterpiece within twelve hours.

The effect that “We Are The World” had on me surprised me just as much as it surprised my mother and sister, who were with my at the time of my emotional outburst. Maybe it was the fact that Michael Jackson had just died, but I had a feeling that the mere thought of that day “We Are The World” was recorded was what I found to be too much for me to handle. Here was a group of extremely talented vocalists, composers, musicians, all of which had a different vocal quality and produced their own unique sound; one would wonder what they would sound like if they were to all sing together. It came as a huge surprise that their voices would fit together so harmoniously. All these epic musicians were gathered in an epic room to sing an epic song, and it was far too epic for me to handle. The tears came pouring out when Bob Dylan came up, and then I simply burst into tears.

“We Are The World” reminded me that the quality of music back then remains to be unmatched. Despite the fact that music is far more widespread these days in terms of genre doesn’t replace the fact that quality is better than quantity. If today’s generation of artists were to come together in an attempt to match “We Are The World”, who would write and compose the song? Who would sing it? How would they sound if they all sang together?

We are a generation that grew up listening to music, which is why the kinds of music that are popular today are only the results of various combinations of yesterday’s sound. The fact that “We Are The World” will probably remain unmatched forever is a haunting thought, and it was a thought that made me bawl my face off.

I would go on to talk about Fall Out Boy’s latest video, “What a Catch, Donnie” as well, but study hall will soon be over. The overview on that, though, is that Fall Out Boy is about to go on a hiatus, and the music video was like a culmination of all their works and all their hits. Patrick Stump fishes out elements from old music videos coming from a shipwreck, as well as people (from Fueled by Ramen and Decaydance) in a lifeboat… On the sinking ship is Pete Wentz, which is a literal representation of the line, “They say the captain / Goes down with the ship”. I’m going to miss Fall Out Boy so much. Hence the tears.

Oh, how anticlimactic. Study hall will soon be over, and so I shall be off now.

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Shaking and laughing and screaming at your “deck”-ness.

28 July 2009

For no real comprehensive reason, this postcard made me extremely happy. I’m assuming that this postcard was intended to put a smile on someone’s face, but my reaction was not to the sweetness of the couple. As I said, I don’t have a reason comprehensive enough for me to articulate. It just made me happy, even though there isn’t anyone that I’m infatuated with right now. Seriously. Whoever said that absence makes the heart grow fonder is a liar. Prolonged absence causes distance, which in effect allows a person to explore other aspects of life and spend time with other people, which can cause that person to lose interest, if not forget in entirety, in the other person. That’s how it worked for me, at least. I’m fascinated in the reality that I am atypically complacent with that idea.

Last night I fell asleep past one a.m., I’m not sure when exactly, but all I know for sure is that I woke up at 3 and have been awake since. It was the first time I’d seen the morning in a while, the first time I ate a decent breakfast. It was refreshing, despite the fact that I have an unnecessary lack of sleep. What kept me up was the long-running thought that I need to go shopping, desperately. I don’t even need to make a list of things that my wardrobe lacks/I need; besides, this isn’t just about the things that I need. I honestly believe that aside from my closet’s lack of quality basics, my wardrobe at its current state does not reflect my personality accurately. I need some change, please.

Despite today’s unproductivity as a day spent criticising scenesters and window shopping online, I was able to start the day by finishing off Chuck Palahniuk’s novel, Pygmy. Though I’m not fond of happy endings in Palahniuk novels, Pygmy was definitely a fun read that was quirky, humorous, and contained Palahniuk’s signature brand of satire. Another hint of productivity today came with a visit to the dentist. I had my teeth professionally cleaned for the first time in a while and got a couple of new fillings. Thankfully I didn’t get to taste the bitter blue stuff today. Also, I’m glad I got the dental stuff finished before school.

Speaking of which, I shall officially be a junior in nine days. Mixed emotions consume me.

At this point in time, I still believe that hipsters suck. They can all wallow in their postmodernism and shop American Apparel while listening to whatever Pitchfork tells them to while appearing nonchalant and indifferent to the consumerism that surrounds them. Hipsters. They give emo kids personality. Also, the sky is blue.

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p.s. I’m finally sharing INTERESTSINCLUDE with people. Since sharing is caring and whatnot.