I had another round of 'firsts' yesterday - first time to ride the trains w/o my relatives around, first time to watch a movie (here in Manila) w/o Pisay people, and my first time to watch a HORROR movie. (whaaaaaaat???)
My English professor had deemed it imperative that we watch the movie 'Stepbrothers', in preparation for the Evaluation Paper writing module (or something like that). Unfortunately, the movie was 1) only showing in Glorietta and Greenbelt (both are in Makati, WTH) and 2) R-18.
A good number of my English classmates have already watched the movie (whether they sneaked in, or if they brought someone who REALLY was 18, I don't know.) and so we didn't give the age problem much thought. We had to address the first problem -- that being, how exactly do we get there?
We (Irwin, Weanne, Joyce and I) agreed to watch the movie after lunch yesterday. However, due to... rather unfortunate circumstances, Irwin was the only one who was able to accompany me. Of course, it just so happened that Irwin invited Leland to come along, and so it was just the three of us.
Leland was already at the rendezvous point - that left Irwin and I to brave the rigors of having to travel by LRT-MRT (i got train-sick. whaaaaat?). I know, I've been through worse (MRT rush hour, anyone?) but still. We somehow ended up in SM instead of Glorietta.... LOL. It was tiring, but fun.
We hit a minor problem when we finally got to the cinemas, however. Na low-bat si Leland, and we couldn't exactly buy tickets without him because we thought that the seats were reserved. LOL. We ended up having to watch the 6pm show (despite the fact that we arrived 10 minutes before 4pm) and so we had 2 hours to... well, rot. :) The three of us settled for DQ and we drank our shakes in the food court. We even ran into Gab. o_O
We tried (and failed) to enter the cinema (apparently, we didn't look anywhere near 18.) LOL. CRAP. Nakakahiya. Oh well. Good thing we were allowed a refund. Sir Miggy was kind enough to let us watch another movie. ^__^
...and what do you know, the guys picked 100 feet. And I just had to go with them. There's no helping it, I guess. (Leland was holding the tickets, Irwin had secured permission from Sir Miggy). WAH. Of course, I sat between the two of them, in the attempt to ease my nerves. "It's okay to scream," says Leland. He'll scream with me anyway, and if I don't scream, baka magkakaheart attack ako. o_O He has a point, but I have another defense mechanism. I attempt to rationalize what's going on in the ghost's head (however, since there's no telling what a supernatural entity would do, there really is no point. This is why I prefer sci-fi movies to horror flicks.).
We found seats just three rows away from the front. The screen filled my view. AS IN. ANG LAPIT. CRAP! We managed to predict when exactly the ghost would appear (hint: MUSIC). Irwin would partially cover his eyes, I would pull down my hood, and Leland would prevent me from doing so- BOOM! "AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" (What do you know, Leland screams like a guy. :) ) I would say, "ah, this guy's gonna die", Irwin would agree and it would come true. (the way the murder was executed was beyond my imagination, however, and so we sat there, wide-eyed with terror and shock.
The weird thing was.. after shrieking my lungs out, I would laugh. Gigglesnort. I am not normal, I know. I guess I was laughing at the fact that my heart jumped at those opportune moments, and that I managed to scare myself silly. O_O
At the story's climax, we were startled so badly that one of my [spectacles'] lens popped. (we threw our hands up and shrieked. POOF - lens went flying) o.o Whaaat. I had to watch the ending with one good eye.
Leland managed to fix my glasses in the food court after the movie (which meant I had to walk around half-blind for a while) so I managed to save on repairs. (Otherwise I would have to ride the trains half-blind.... whaaa) We had dinner @ World Chicken (goodbye, sweet money. I will never forget the times we had together. T_T )
We got back @ around... 10pm? :D That's pretty late (for me)
That was fun. That was really really fun. BUT! No moar horror movies PLZ.
-nEOnIX
It was a lazy afternoon, last Tuesday. I couldn't help but feel a bit drained especially after that OMGWTFBBQ CS lecture (apparently lecture notes/slides are essential for any learning to sink in at all). I had a lot of things to look forward to tomorrow, (really, who isn't looking forward to that killer Ma18a&b quiz?) and so, there was really nothing that I wanted more to do than a) SLEEP, b) PROCRASTINATE c) ENTER NERD MODE.
The sensible, obvious choice would be c) – and that was what I intended to do, really – and so I gathered up my book(s) and notes and trooped to Cervini Study Hall. In true student fashion, however, I ended up watching movies (Blades of Glory and Enchanted) instead of sweating it out with trigonometric functions.
Let me say this: I am a sucker for love stories. I could hardly count how many times I “awwww”ed and “yaaaaay”ed and squealed and giggled as I watched Enchanted (I wonder if Leland was weirded out.. haha). The poor, clueless princess was just soo pitiful to look at, and her antics were so hilarious and they came out of nowhere (who wouldn't be surprised if you find your curtains with holes which coincidentally look like dress cut-outs?) and the father.. the real-world prince could only look on helplessly as chaos ensues... PURE WIN.
I was pretty annoyed by prettyboy's (read: fairytale prince) swordplay. It's just different when it's a guy who's clueless, I guess. He's just so annoying, and loud and he keeps popping up in the most inopportune of moments. He's sweet side shone through near the end, (thankfully) where our heroine finally gets to marry her one true love.
YiiiI!!!
The song 'So Close' caused me to react rather loudly, however. It was played at a sad moment in the movie... Almost exactly as it was played during my JS Prom (4th year). It was a 'King and Queen's ball/dance/whatever', and the theme for that JS Prom was “Secret Garden” (read: Young people of noble blood gather in secret [in a garden no less] to party...). It was the last song played that very night... (apparently, the Last Dance held some sort of importance back in high school)... And I could vividly remember a lot of drama, some tears, and the inescapable heartache and the more devastating heartbreak that practically swept through the senior crowd. I grew increasingly agitated as I watched the movie.. I felt my chest constrict, my palms sweat, as my mind wandered over the events of that fateful night..
CRAP, emo.
No wonder I didn't do well -at all- in the Math quiz. T_T
..then some guys over at Cervini announced that they play StarCraft. (who doesn't?) It was a bit of a shock to me, as StarCraft (I am NOT questioning its COOLNESS or its AWESOMENESS) was an old game. Released in 1998, if I'm not mistaken. It was 2D, unlike DOTA or WarCraft or whatever. AND, it was the only real-time strategy that i ever had a good grasp of.
I was hooked.
Of course, I'm not a very good player - in the past, I never lasted 10 minutes without cheating. Need money? "Show me the money". Need MOAR supplies? "Food for thought." Pissed because you're getting owned? "Power overwhelming". = instant invulnerability. Crap. I realize now that I took the fun out of playing - there was NOTHING to it. Just brainless killing.
I learned that 2 nights ago when the AI (artificial intelligence) just handed my ass back to me. In pieces. Good grief. Before I knew it, I had wiped out the enemy using superior units, superior numbers, and superior cheating.
I'm glad that the guys had brought it upon themselves to teach me how to play properly. :D I should be improving - i think.
No really, the only cheat I use is operation cwal.
which speeds up the game.
Yay.
:D
I gave my pack of Pancit Canton at the counter, all the while grumbling about the inhuman P10 cooking fee. I also said something about cooking the noodles well, as the last time I had Pancit Canton, I was practically crunching noodles.
I grabbed a glass of cold water on my way to the table, whilst stepping on a foot pedal that wasn't there. I realized my mistake before the others in line caught on, however.
I had saved myself a seat on the way in, and now I saw that the table in which I was supposed to be occupying was... well, tilted. I gave it a few experimental shakes, half-expecting to hear wood creak, but I was mistaken - the frame was metal...
I sat down anyway, setting my glass down with loud clunk, and I gazed blankly at the ceiling. Faint as it was, I noticed several wafts of smoke made visible by the bright fluorescent lamps. I caught a whiff of the oh-so-popular Burger Sizzling which everybody orders thanks to the P65 fee. I leaned back, wanting to relax a bit before my food came, and I nearly lost my balance, as apparently, I had forgotten that I was sitting on a stool.
To my right, I heard laughter and chatter; a large group had merged tables and they were having fun, banging their glasses against the table without a care in the world. From here, I could see that it was they who ordered the Sizzling, which was odd since it was well past lunchtime. They were all wearing the same thing, too. Black slacks and a polo for the boys... A beige-ish blouse and an orange-ish skirt which resembled a tablecloth for the girls... I knew that I should be repulsed by their odd fashion statement (considering this IS the Ateneo) but there was something about it that was oddly familiar... I caught a glimpse of the seal printed on one guy's front pocket...
I head a "ui, yoni!", followed by a slap on the table not too far from where I sat. I immediately turned around, and what greeted me was a grinning face. His smile was so infectious that I couldn't help but grin myself, although I wasn't quite sure why. A clap on my back followed, and my eyes widened - just who was-?
My small, rickety table had extended, and I was seated at its helm. I saw faces... familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time, grinning and joking with one another, before them were plates previously inhabited by Pancit Canton. I couldn't quite see them clearly, however. It was like they were there.. yet they were not... at the same time. Snippets of conversation wafted down to me.. Words like 'research', 'lab reports', 'PFLG', 'mambo' and 'green notebook' struck a particular note inside of me, and I wanted to join in their chatter but I can't - something.. was stopping me...
They were wearing the same uniform that I had described a while ago - that much I can make out. To my surprise, I was wearing something similar! I opened my mouth to speak, and I found that I could! These were my friends, my nakama, and we were all together, laughing and joking, like old times.
My Pancit Canton had gotten cold, as I gazed past the defining walls of the cafe space, my mind trapped in the memories of the past.
-nEOnIX
//A simple reflection on a mini, informal High School reunion which we held two nights ago. :D Halfway into the entry, I had ceased describing the Cervini Cafe - I was describing my High School Canteen instead. This is a mere memory of one afternoon in that old canteen.
This manga gone drama series is one of the best ever written and made, if you are a fan of psychological warfare. :D
It is, in my humble opinion, equal to, or even superior to the popular Death Note series. Like death note, its main characters are brimming with intelligence - forming solutions to situations anyone would have deemed impossible. What you thought was the end for the protagonists would actually turn out to be their splendid come-from-behind win. Unlike Death Note, however, there are no supernatural references in the story. Just a lot of money [100 million yen] and, well, Liars.
The Liar Game works by giving its players 100 million yen - and this is to be returned at the end of the round. Basically, what the players do is try to steal each other's money, as anything they manage to steal, will be kept for themselves. Anything they lose... will become a debt.
The method of trickery changes with every round. The first round is a one-on-one, while the succeeding rounds involve a group of people trying to split the pool of prize money offered. Things get a little tricky when our main character (who is so stupidly honest, by the way) drags in a genius swindler to assist her in the game. More twists and turns occur as the characters try to outwit each other, using psychology (oh yes!) and math (oh no!).
Ultimately, the series poses the question "Are men to be trusted?". In this world full of lies and deceit, just what is the point of being honest?
Fast-paced and exciting, this short drama series is one of the best you'll ever see.
It was dark. The only source of illumination came from a single window, where mooonbeams fall softly unto the stone floor below. Not enough light to see. Curiously enough, when I peered into the mirror, the image reflected upon it seemed to be emitting light. Not that it mattered, for what I saw in it was far more interesting.
Home was what I saw. Not just the house itself, not just the city from whence I came, but the people living in it. My family. There they were, front and center. Grinning madly at me. And carrying various dishes only my mother could have produced. My mouth begins to water. Madly. The reflection moves animatedly, but my ears could not hear their voices. It's a mirror, not a TV. I chided myself, and I settled against the stone pillar for support. My eyes begin to water. My family.. my family is waiting for me.
The background shimmers into the familiar academe of my high school. The mirror seemed wider to me, although I am sure it had not changed its width. I saw my old schoolmates, my friends, the people whom I owe some of the best and some of the most wonderful experiences in life in all those times I shared with them. To one side, I saw stacks of lab reports, quizzes, and research proposals grinning at me like old friends (grinning evilly, more like it). I couldn't help but remember all the effort I put into them, just to survive this dangerous race that was Pisay. Ah, how I miss those days!
But alas, time forbids our long awaited reunion. It flows in one direction, regrettably so. Saddened as I am, I know I must move on. No matter how much I will for time to be otherwise, the way I remembered home will always be a bit different from the way I had remember it. Nothing in this universe is constant. My desire will have to remain as it is: a desire.
I quietly left the presence of the Mirror of Erised.
-nEOnIX
Sunsets are romantic. They are beautiful. Have you ever witnessed one? The instance in which day meets night, and the sky is a-flush with orange, indigo, violet, and finally inky black as the moon and stars rule and the sun no longer. In my experience, it is best to watch a sunset when one is by the beach, when ones view is largely unobstructed, and if it is, mountains and hills are the ones responsible, heightening ones experience as the radiant colors of a sunset take effect. One would gaze at the spectacle without end, holding his breath he witnesses its end. Beautiful. There is no other word that could describe the peace and tranquility one can get from merely watching a sunset.
A sunset... in Quezon City is the most depressing thing I have ever seen. However, it's beauty was not tainted in anyway; in fact, it was intensified - its orange was brighter, the rays of light, more distinct. It was as beautiful as any sunset. What makes it so depressing.. is the looming darkness. Buildings, not mountains obstructed the view. And one cannot see the ocean, that body of water whose salty spray brings calmness to ones spirit. Buildings, buildings all around! Their shadows are made even longer by the sunset, bring night even quicker to the denizens below. A feeling of insignificance, a feeling of utter separation from nature can be felt. What of it, you might ask. What of it, if what really matters is the sunset itself?
True, the sunset may have never changed, but its meaning; what it means to be, did.
-nEOnIX
Still, no matter how great and marvelous the world of opportunities that a dormer has entered, there is no denying the loneliness that comes with the separation from family. Yes, this sadness, this sorrow is far greater than any Math Diagnostic Exam result can cause. The sadness (not depression, mind you) that a dormer would feel is one of sheer helplessness to change the situation. Out of her comfort zone (miles away, in fact), the dormer has nowhere/no one to turn to for help and guidance.
Except of course, maybe God.
In my case, all this is true. I have shed countless tears to monument this fact. I may not have cried in public, but I cried in my sleep, I cried when I was alone, and even while watching Kung Fu Panda, I cried (not because the movie was sad, mind you). Tears fell whenever I felt that I was alone, whenever I felt no one can see me. I cried to vent, I cry to let myself accept my fate. In the end, all I can do is pray, and to ask God for solace.
-neonix
- Location:CTC 101
- Mood:
gloomy
These things never and I mean NEVER, happen to me. They just don't. I've had years of cellphone care under my belt (btw, i didn't even remove the plastic on my /former/ phone) and I had THIS happen to me. It only happened while I was in Manila.
Now I don't know if this is a sign... a warning.. foreshadowing, if you will. But the fact that I'M HERE and I can't change my lot at will is something the cosmos has to consider.
EDIT:
More bad luck: I lost my ID. Whoopdedoo.
- Location:CTC 101
- Mood:
annoyed
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All entries in this blog are solely for the purpose of my EN11 class. Please bear with me. I know it's hard to understand my written English, (especially with my spellchecker on vacation,) but this is a requirement; one that i must fulfill.
Have a nice day!
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-NeoNix
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