By Wild Ice
I had no idea that I have been super negative about my post last time about this certain person I called "god". And so I'm going to say sorry to You for being too abhorrent about some comments I pounded on the keyboard and published in the World Wide Web.
Sorry!!!
But I don't think You got hurt (probably slight) since You're not really that emotional, right, god? But, really, when I had the chance to hit my eyes on you again I thought You're going to knock me down the floor or bang my head on the wall or simply confront me with the things I've said.
I don't abhor You.
I just felt a little odd about You. But never mind that--as if You give a fucking damn about it!! Just literally kick my ass if You do (my painful pleasure)!!
I've been in such a hurry to judge You--maybe because I was interested (not in the way any other people would fancy their pop idols---please!!). I just wanted to point out that it's okay to be a little normal--it's okay to show a little of it because You are (a little). But I'm not forcing You to do so.
Anyway, I just found it interesting to see a little of Your 'other side' (and I mean, the lighter side) with that pout on Your lips, or the way You did Your shirt. I even get to be not more than three inches away from You (and I dare say I saw You took a glimpse of me throught the glass in front of You).
But this has got to end. I'm not really that INTO YOU. And it's a foolish thing to be posting this blog right now. But I just want to extend my apologies to Your solemn soul in the midst of the uncertainties in life. That's all.
THE END.
By Wild Ice
After having lunch in the cafeteria, I was greeted by some 'students' of mine who found out what the CIA had been hiding that it's my birthday today. Imitating that famous filipino Mcdonald's commercial, the students chanted, "burger!! burger!!!"
I murmured, "I don't want burger, I want jerjer." (Samantha Jones mode!!)
Then, another student ordered (as if he were in a beer house), "Sir, (yuck--I hate it when they call me that!!) pa-blow out ka naman!!"
Then, I told my superfriend Kat, "I prefer blowj*b" (Samantha, you're in my soul!! I love yah!!)
Since it is my first time to blog about my birthday, let me give you some trivia about this shit I got which I call "me".
+My name 'James' was given to me by my Aunt (currently in New York right now) while 'Eric' is the name of that former classmate my mom and dad had before who would always poke my mom's tummy when I was an ugly little fetus. Oh, and the nickname 'Jeng'? Yup, it's a woman's name!! It's from an aunt of mine who had the same nickname!! Damn!!
+When I was born, right at that moment I had all the slimes I could get from a womb, I was lain on some bed with a pillow (duh?). Under that pillow, my mom placed a pen and a page of a dictionary due to some belief that a pen and some book would make a baby smart if placed underneath its (yeah, I'm an 'IT') head. So maybe it is the reason why I am so fond of writing and I always love to play with words (yeah, I love it when my words do perfect orgy together). I even bring a dictionary with me whenever I have a bag (even on outings!!!).
Enough of that for now. Anyway, did you know that the Birthday Song was composed on June 28, five days after my birthday? I read that from a magazine. But I can't find a proof of it in the net.
Let's just sing it for old time's sake!! Old? Did I just say 'Old'? Well, I just live by the way my friend's friend put it: "Growing old is inevitable... But growing up is optional."
Winner!!!
By Wild Ice
I've started my blog about you a while ago but I erased all of it thinking you might discover what we have done and what I HAVE DISCOVERED. Well, anyway, I am also in no position to judge you yet--I DON't COMPLETELY KNOW YOU. But all I see is (these are just my opinion) that you think you're very DIFFERENT--and of course you are because WE ALL ARE. But as far as I can see, you are completely eaten by your ego--you're excessive respect for yourself and your way of thinking of others.
You don't have to look down on people to feel that you are someone great.
And you can't live forever trying to force other people out of it---what are you, some greek god with skin so hot nobody could possibly touch you?!And what I discovered back at your home (I'm giving you a clue now that I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU) that you're not completely antisocial---that you're trying to hide that part of you which is also common to everyone.SO you have something you fear about: BEING TAGGED AS ONE OF US PEOPLE.Come on, you're also a person, accept who you are and people would also accept you. I know a part of your identity and I think it's really amazing. But don't think that when you try other things, you'll be judged as A PERSON. Why? Because you are.
(Oh, and don't think I stopped e-mailing you just because of some sick excuses---I JUST FEEL LAZY DOING SO)
To all who knows who this person is, just do not drop any name---that would not be good for me if you do. Anyway, greetings to YOU (WAAAH!!! There goes your clue---you know what greeting you deserve at this moment).
By Wild Ice
This was my first day of "observation" to my (damn) practice teaching. And I should've expected something that day which I've been expecting before that day came; My Critic Teacher (the one I would be assisting and the one to critic me) was absent.
Panic time.
Anne's CT was there and told me the details and the task I was going to give to my (damn) CT's pupils: MAKE THEM DRAW SOMETHING THAT SIGNIFIES THEIR PERSONALITY AND A SHORT EXPLANATION ABOUT IT.
I trudged the not-so-much crowded corridor that morning with that shaky feeling I can't even shake because I was indeed shaking with (damn) nervousness!!!
I climbed the stairs up and as long as I could climb up I never stopped (never did I mind what floor it was). When I arrived at the stop, I realized that I was on the fifth floor. I went down since I was destined to go to fourth floor. Then, I realized on fourth floor that I was in the wrong building.
"Shit!!" OOpps!! I'm not supposed to curse here--I'm a "model" now.
When I found my classes, everything went well--but not with the first section I handled that day. I was fumbling for that 'teacher' soul that morning because I was acting merely student-like. A girl student asked me about the English word for 'matatag'.
My mind's sprockets tried to rotate but failed and only gave out rust. I sat there like a ghost and finally gave the (not right, I guess) answer: strong. (Teachers may slap me right ow for being very very stupid---whack!!!)
The classes were a mess: a cellphone ringing, something playing music, the class clowns are very noisy, and take note: Each CLASS HAS A GAY GUY (NOTE: With matching heavy eye shadows and heavy make-ups!!!).
In my last class, there were actually three or four gays who all sat in the Girl's Group (the sitting arrangement separated boys from girls) and they were so hard to handle with their noise.
After the drawings, I would call out names to speak in front and explain their drawings. There was this one (damn) gay who didn't want to speak in front and preferred to talk about his/her butterfly drawing at the back of the classroom. But I told him/her that he/she had to speak in front. He loathed and followed my (damn) instruction and as he/she crossed in front of me, he whispered to me, "Fuck you."
Well, at least everytime I left the classrooms they would ask me if I could be with them again--and, yeah, I will.. for two and a half months. I'm just not sure whether they wanted me because I did well and they enjoyed my class or they just want me around so that I would tolerate much of their hullabaloos and all that (damn) jazz!!!
Damn, I was so boring that day--I bored and annoyed my students big time!!!
By Wild Ice
You have no idea what magic can a Radio Drama Program and sleeping can do to your fantasies....
I have just woken up a while ago with that very good feeling. It is because I've been in some crazy dream. I've been sleeping eversince lunch time on the couch and it was usual for my mother to turn on the radio to listen to Cristy Fermin's Showbiz program. But before that program was some drama program entitled "Maalaala Mo Kaya". The story was a blur to me because I was in the depth of my nap. But those that I hear from the program was interfering with my dreams.
And so, some odd concoction was developed!!
I was in some weird wonderland. The scene that was being voiced by the radio program was playing in my dream like some scenes from a drama series!!!! Even Cherry Pie Picache was there (maybe because the dubber sounded like her--but I really have no idea because I was sleeping the whole time slot of the program ).
And I was with some girl with a beautiful white skin and white dress. She had some long black curly hair but I couldn't remember her face. All I know is that we were good friends in the dream and I was holding her hand wherever we go (not that we have any romantic relationship with each other). And the funny thing was, we would usually not care as some scene was playing near us. We were going around some odd place. There were streets with cobbled stones on the ground (WAH!!! Is it Paris?!!). Then, there were odd old houses and then some modern house. And as usual to my dreams, it was dark and gloomy.
Anyway, we would usually see some doors around us and everytime we try some door, we get teleported into different settings. COOL!!! There was one time we went to the cobbled-stoned street and the girl with me was waiting for some stars in the night sky because she hasn't seen so many starts her whole life. as we waited, I invited her to dance a little as some music played (the radio program was playing some music, I guess). When I tried to spin her, she failed to turn (I don't know why).
Then, I invited her to go to some more doors (I really have no idea if it were part of the radio drama). Then there was one which led to some modern house's kitchen. It was a little dark and I saw someone walking on the other side of the table. Groping for something to hold on to, I bumped on that person. I had my head ache then (in the dream, I was like acting). Then, that person stood behind me and gave me a hug to comfort me (flirty moment). Then, when I glanced to my right, that mysterious person gave me a kiss on the lips!!!!
It was a wet and sexy kiss!!!
But right there and then, having my alert mind, I woke up from the sofa half-asleep trying to make sure that nobody from my house DID kiss me because it might have been a real kiss. I heard my dad talking so probably nobody was trying to make a fool of me. And my dream, as if dragging me back to sleep everytime I wake up, returned me into wonderland. This time, some musical people were singing and dancing in some old house and I found some door which led to its garden. The garden was beautiful and somehow, well-lit.
I can't remember the other adventures I've had in the other doors before that lip-locking moment happened but I know that I've met some odd people too (I just have no idea where did my white girl friend gone to after that incident).
In my dream, I even heard Charo Santos talking in the en of the program and took note of the title of the episode: "Banana Cue" (WINNER!!! LMAO!!!).
As soon as the program ended, I woke up perfectly without anything trying to pull me back to sleep. And I lay there trying to retain the memory of the dream. I had been sleeping for three hours!!
Now, if only somebody could watch out for what that drama's about tomorrow and on friday, I might get some clue of what its story was about (if it is close to what happened to my dream or not). But I bet you would just prefer to watch Powerpuff Girls Z on your TV so--what the heck!! Just forget it!!
All I know is, it was one hell of an odd dream and it got me feeling hella good!! (Flirty mode??)
By Wild Ice
In concerts, the front row seats are usually what we prefer to take---you can almost touch the singers, you can almost hear their voices as if they sing only for you, you can smell.... sweat!!! (Thanks, Kate Hudson for the help!!!) But in orientations and classes, you prefer not to sit in front; you don't want to be caught sleeping or sketching your most hated professor and front row seats are easy to approach so once they need a volunteer in front---you're IT.
Last Friday, we had some orientation for our Off-Campus (A.K.A. OJT Teacher Style) and I was unlucky to find the only row with vacant seats was the front. I sat there so that, well, just for fun (I wanted to show the annoying professors in front of me that I'm sleepy if ever they start to bore me---oh, and they did!!!). But in the middle of the annoying and boring and stupid and unorganized orientation (Just an opinion, profs. Thanks for the infos but I was really bored), I was called to volunteer for they call as "Roll Playing" (which in her means "Professors trying to entertain bored students by calling people who had no idea about being a Security Guard---that would be me"). My usual hobby when I listen to orientation is take notes of mispronuncations and funny quotes said by the speakers. I was still writing the words "Roll Playing" on my notes when a professor asked me to stand up and play the part of the Security Guard.
The Scene: There are straight-faced students visiting a school and they were to ask permission to the bored, annoyed and reluctant guard so they could go in.
"Excuse me, sir," One of the girls said to me while holding the microphone and looking like she just got up from bed,"we are the students from Philippine Normal University and we are here to see the principal."
Times like this I felt like rolling my eyes (it's my mannerism) but I couldn't because hundreds of criticizing eyes were waiting for me to slide, smash and headstand (sounds familiar, eh?!). "Ano po yon?!" I said, in my not-so-used-up manly voice (I've got lots of voices!! That's just one!!)
I heard laughs.
I wasn't doing any stand up comedy because I knew that most guards would say the same once some people try to speak to them in English (unless it's a foreigner--sounds familiar, too, right?!). And the professors agreed to me.
I looked at my classmates, hoping that somebody was going to make me feel better while standing in front of the Auditorium. Almost nobody was looking straight at me--a sign that they were embarassed of me (who wouldn't?!).
The act was played for five minutes and I swear I felt nervous being in front of people. I could've done some cartwheel!! (Hmm... a headstand would still be preferably entertaining--hahaha!!!).
That's when it hit me: This isn't an off-campus orientation!!! It was for me to practice my Security Guard skills once I fail my Off-campus business!!!
I say no-no to that one!! I'm capable of a lot of things so I don't need those child-eating professors telling me to act as some security guard--I'd rather be the Guard Dog so I could BITE THEIR HEADS OFF!!
When they were singing some stupid songs at the end of the orientation, I just went on humming the tune because I already loathed singing the song. And one of the professors (who looked like she was beaten up everytime she teaches in her class) pointed at me and told the other two (old and wrinkled--teacher-stereotype-looking) professors what I was doing. I just gave them some glance and slightly rolled my eyes. I was just doing my part as some Freak who is too wise to follow your stupid and unorganized instructions!!!
Classes start tomorrow. Am I ready to face school again? No. Do I have a choice? NO. Can I make it? I CAN DO ANYTHING---I'VE DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE just as I've played the 'roll' (which here means 'role') of a stupid security guard!!
By Wild Ice
Tanoshii (adj.)
1. Enjoyable; fun
2. Birthday Parties
Aaron has just turned eighteen and her simple party was simply fun. First, my friends and I rode a bus since we couldn't afford any taxi (yeah, we ain't rich unlike other people in the net who make others believe that they are!! SAPUL!!). It was kind of risky since our friend, the ever so attention-grabber Jam, wore a tiny polkadotted dress (wow!!! She's probably from a time machine when it was the eighties and people were cheering HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!). As we got off, I was last in line and saw those PERVERTS trying to see if something would peek from her dress (maybe they thought Britney Spears would peek from her legs or somethin'). When we reached the door, our ever-so-mature-friend Yanna yelled, "ASSHOLES!!!" (I just hope they understood her english).
Fast forward: We were taking pictures at the table when a hand surprisingly pushed Yanna and me; IT WAS AARON---IN A BLUE GOWN!!! (FYI: Aaron is a girl with a man's name) For someone as boyish as Aaron--it was astonishing!!! And she looked wonderful with it!!!
Scenestealers:
+ When Mitch, my close friend, came to the front to wish for Aaron as part of the 18 candle ceremony, Yanna stretched her humor-seeking leg out causing Mitch to trip in front of everyone!!!
+ As Aaron's tita read the letter from the debutant's parent, she was crying. MeAn, our newfound friend, loudly made a comment about the aunt about the too-early tears. MeAn grabbed a lot of attention.
+ We made an altar of Mark Ryan, another close friend of mine, on the table. (Watch out for the photo in Multiply)
I had the chance to tell Aaron to start acting mature when I was called as the third rose for the 18 roses. Oh, and we saw a lot of people whom we met before---we were in awe seeing them after some long time!!!
The After Party was the best which was held at Aaron's house. Before we start, Yanna told me to accompany her as she seeks for some store to buy some cigarettes at that late hour. We were walking in one street in the village when a car pulled up beside us.
WE WERE BEING PICKED UP!!!
Ahhh, actually it was two of the boys--Pew (A.K.A. DADDY because he looked like some daddy but in a goodlooking way) and Paolo (the long-haired guy). They gave us a lift. We spent the next minutes listening along with them with their odd reggae music.
When we got back to the village (let's just skip that part---hahahha!!!), we had one of the best bonding moment we ever had and came home early in the morning. It was fun being with my peers and it was an event that deepened our friendship (Senti mode?!).
Naah, I won't tell more about the afterparty, I just wanted to give kudos to Daddy's smooth-but-wild driving skills (This doesn't ask you to put malice about anything---come on!!). All in all, the party was fun!!! I didn't expect that it would be the first story I would tell in my new blog.
