Wis

The twenty-sixth of March, 6:30 am. A car honked outside our brown gate. I bid my parents goodbye (as they were eating breakfast) and hurriedly grabbed my red jug so as not to make the service wait.I opened the door and caught sight of a blue FX parked outside, waiting for me to board. My nerves were not calm: whether out of dread or out of excitement I don’t know but I was, indeed, nervous. It was the first day of the summer soccer training and I didn’t know what to expect. Sure, I’ve seen Coach Juaqui’s rigorous varsity training during my school days but I never imagined myself to be the one in it.

The window of the vehicle was open and a cool breeze entered the otherwise confined space. My still wet hair clung to the fabric of the blue HEdCen Redwoods shirt I was wearing so I made a move to tie my hair, only to drop back my hands when I felt the dampness of the strands. I stared outside as we passed by a school adjacent to a factory, whose gates were not yet brimming with the usual load of workers. There’d only be a few girls, none of which would be a person who I may at least have a decent conversation with, was the mindset I had acquired on the way to school. It was the mindset I had until I entered the red gates of HedCen and put on my soccer gear. True enough, there was another girl who was there to attend the summer soccer training too. But she was only a person who I knew as MacMac’s litle sister, Tin-tin Capulong. No friendly feelings, attached.

 Oh well. Better make the most of it.

 A car parked outside and the kids, Jamy and James, were ecstatic to recognize it as Raja’s. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if Riana would be training too but I dismissed it immediately as another figment of my demented imagination. To my great surprise, however, she alighted the car muttering something under her breath about not wanting to be there at all and…evil, annoying little brothers?

I didn’t quite hear what she was saying (she was muttering, after all) as I waved a hand and enthusiastically called out, “Riana!”

We pretty much became pals after that, talking about extraterrestrial stuff which I’d rather not mention.

But anyhow, Coach called us to the big field to start on the very first day of training. I picked up my jug and waited for Riana, as she was still putting on her soccer gear, then we went off together.

The decorations of the previous Saturday’s Culminating Activity were still in the small field, hence our utility of the bigger one. We started out with a few drills, some heading exercises, shooting then finally a game. I was beat up after that, tired and exhausted. As soon as I arrived home, I unpacked my things and went to sleep. But before finally catching my much needed rest and relaxation, a thought crossed my mind:

 This soccer training isn’t that bad, after all.

I know I haven’t been able to post for a while now (actually for more than ten days, but yeah, you get the point). I must excuse my absence but the last week has been quite hectic for me. Preparing for the play, the culminating activity presentation, getting my clearance signed, Kumon duties…. Though my absence was pretty much rewarded: our play went well, the culminating activity presentation was fine, my clearance only lacks the signature of the librarian (I would’ve gotten it signed if only Sir Mike was present in the library this past week…or maybe he was and I was too busy to notice) and I’ve been going dutifully to that sordid hellhole people had the grace to call the Kumon Center.

Well, summer has been pretty much uneventful for me. We got DSL (finally! *dancing around in circles in the background*), I’m attending the summer soccer program in HedCen, and I got accepted in Kumon’s apprenticeship program (I’ll elaborate later when I have posted other entries under individual categories).

And the fact that my responsibility is being tested in the new task being given to me by my parents.

It’s pretty much okay to be at home with your annoying little brother, I guess. I mean what would washing a few plates, cooking rice (microwavable food is okay with us…I wouldn’t want to burn the house down with my pathetic excuse of a meal, thank you very much) and washing your soccer outfit, do wrong to you? Nothing! None. Nada. Zilch. Nil.

But it kinda gets harrowing after a while when your little brother gets a wee bit out of control (eyes glued to the television, pretending not to hear anything but the television, refusing to finish his food, Play Station all the way and the likes…what pretty much every annoying little brother does). Just earlier, I got into this glaring contest with him when he was sneaking books under the covers to read when I told him to sleep (he’s required by dad to have naps every afternoon). I’m really thankful that he’s not yet a computer-addict or I may have to battle him for computer rights…

 Oh well. I think I’ll be back a litte later?

If I could just escape that infernal call of duty…

We have a play that would be the basis of our Trim Test grade for Communication Arts. “What’s that play?” you may be asking now. Lo and behold! It is…

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Shakespeare’s ever famous: ROMEO AND JULIET!!!

I must admit, Shakespeare is quite an interesting figure for me. I mean, he must probably be the greatest playwright and poet of all time! But acting the play is hella different than just reading the play. This must probably the greatest hassle in my year 1 life. Just…uh…wish us luck with our play…

There are a lot of things that suck about having a dial-up connection. For one, the pages load after a really long time. The next would be not being able to use the phone while using the internet… But that’s a different story altogether.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to having a DSL internet connection very soon (and my very own laptop, if I may add). There’s nothing about buying internet cards that spur my hatred for the dial-up connection. Just using it up. ‘Cause I have a very hard time controlling myself to spend just an hour of my internet card a day.

Besides, schoolwork nowadays involve a lot of “surfing the net” and I was never really fond of going to internet cafés so might as well do my researching at home. One thing that’s a certified con about having DSL connection would be my definite inability to control myself to not surf the net. A pro about it would be: since there’s a definite payment for DSL, why not use it to the fullest?

But that’s still in the future. No use dwelling on that now.

How Deep Is Your Love

Bee Gees

I know your eyes in the morning sun

I feel you touch me in the pouring rain

And the moment that you wander far from me

I wanna feel you in my arms again 

And you come to me on a summer breeze

Keep me warm in your love and you softly leave

And it’s me you need to show 

How deep is your love? (How deep, how deep is your love?)

I really need to learn, ‘cause we’re living in a world of fools

Breaking us down, when they all should let us be

We belong to you and me 

I believe in you

You know the door to my very soul

You’re the light in my deepest darkest hour

You’re my savior when I fall 

And you may not think that I care for you

When you know down inside that I really do

And it’s me you need to show

How deep is your love? (How deep, how deep is your love?)

I really need to learn, ‘cause we’re living in a world of fools

Breaking us down, when they all should let us be

We belong to you and me  And you come to me on a summer breeze Keep me warm in your love and you softly leave

And it’s me you need to show 

How deep is your love? (How deep, how deep is your love?)

I really need to learn, ‘cause we’re living in a world of fools Breaking us down, when they all should let us be

We belong to you and me

One of the greatest songs ever made in the history of music industry. Double thumbs-up! Hmm… I guess you wouldn’t quite know this song if you’re about my age (unless you’re a friend of mine ‘cause chances are, you’d be hella bored by listening to me sing it all the time) but if you’re interested, I suggest you take a look at your parents’ CD rack. Well definitely OOC (out-of-character) for me, this song, because I stick by the “I’m not sappy and girly and soft” image but hey! Sometimes it’s nice to try out something different.

To all you romantic peeps out there (Aww, c’mon! Don’t be shy! Admit it na!), here’s How Deep Is Your Love!

 - Wis >.<