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Comm. Arts Blog Entry Number Four

If there’s one thing I’d really want to do, that would be to ride one of those roller coasters with loops that enable you to hang upside down in air. Yes, believe it or not, I have not been able to ride any of these rides whenever we’d visit amusement parks.

Ever since I was young, I’ve always wanted to ride these things. Unfortunately, this idea doesn’t seem as smart as when I imagine it than when I stand in front of the real ride itself. Enchanted Kingdom is one of the venues that support such a feature and sadly I always prefer Anchors Away, a less life-threatening ride, than Space Shuttle. I was probably too much of a chicken those days to even venture out and try something new.

Funny thing is, the one time I really convinced myself to ride a “loop-y” roller coaster the ride was closed. It was about one or two years ago when we went to Hong Kong to sightsee. Ocean Park’s rides were closed because of the rain. Quite unlucky, wasn’t it?

Oh well, I’m looking forward to riding one of those “loop-y” rides sometime in the future. Until then, I’ll just keep on trying to convince myself not to chicken out once in front of the actual roller coaster itself.

It has come to my awareness that the last time I updated my blog was a month ago and it is the middle of May that I am making a come-back at blogging. To justify all those long days gone, I shall put the blame on the excruciatingly scorching (disregard the fact that I am exaggerating a wee bit too much) Philippine summer temperature. Since our PC is not inside the Master’s Bedroom where we (pertaining to my little brother and I) find our sole reprieve from the unbearable heat everyone is suffering from, I could not possibly find any time to spare to go online and update some things which should have been updated a long time ago. It is of course due to my extreme exasperation to the opressing bouts of heat that I have gone so far as to type my entry in my mom’s laptop inside the Master’s Bedroom and save it to a CD, which I can load into the PC and copy-paste here. Thus, the end to my update-less-ness (though another factor to such an occurence is - ahem! - laziness; but let us not dwell on these things for now).

So yesterday was an important day for competitive soccer schools, which includes ours. There was a tournament for different boys and girls’ divisions sponsored by Mizuno at the Manila Polo Club, with its properly managed fields and goals a fraction of an inch too small ( I won’t even start complaining about the heat and the budget that has to be in your wallet to eat a hotdog). But anyway, the HedCen girls ‘94 group was, much to my chagrin, unable to compete since a couple (or more) of its players were unable to attend. So instead of going home to bore my brains out, I decided to tag along with the guys to give them the moral support that I was supposed to give but unfortunately was not able to do so as avidly as was customary because of…certain activities taking up my time. And so the whole morning was spent, half-cheering them on and depleting my water supply. Dad and my little brother (who went with him to his office) picked me up at about one in the afternoon and my last update was a bronze for the ‘92 guys and a championship game for the ‘96.

So there: after a prolonged vacation from the throes of blogging, I have yet again posted another entry for the public to consume. I shall now whole-heartedly depart without any regrets after fulfilling my duties to the internet nation (I find a twisted sort of entertainment in making certain things more complicated than necessary ).

The past few days have been anything but peaceful for me and there is nothing I want more than to have a couple of hours rest and relaxation. I desperately want to sleep now. But unfortunately, such liberties cannot be taken. I just finished washing the dishes my lil bro and I used for lunch, plus a couple of microwave containers (those plastic ones) and the little bowl he used for breakfast. Of course washing the dishes is an activity that was never prescribed for the good of one’s fingers, that is a universally acknowledged fact by women, even men (I’m not trying to be a sexist). Thing is, it is also a universally acknowledged fact that no one can escape the sheer horror of dish-washing. So here I am updating my blog after almost a week of absence, now and then staring at the tippy-tips of my fingers whose skin cells are beginning to shed. Nagbabalat, in layman’s terms. It doesn’t bother me, really. I mean, it isn’t that worse yet and hopefully it won’t be worse anytime soon. So…yeah.

Since I wasn’t able to write several entries I should’ve made earlier, here are the incidents which have happened lately that my conscience feels the need to narrate.

April 6, 2007

General Cleaning Day.

When we turn our house inside-out to rid it of its disorganized state. When we arrest even the smallest of dust particles for its unwanted intrusion in our humble abode. When we spend the whole day slaving over a pathetic excuse for a room to change its pigsty-like state into a room fit for royalty.

(Obviously, the last sentence can only be applied to me out of all the inhabitants in our house.)

I started cleaning my room at about nine o’clock in the morning after eating my breakfast and the first thing I did was to empty my closet. Picking up a couple of hangers in our helper’s room, I brought them upstairs to organize those hand-me-down’s mom gave me. I sorted them, and all of my clothes for that matter, into categories like “dresses,” “skirts,” “formal wear,” “pants,” and such. After doing so, I put them back in their proper places, the metal rack where the hangers are located or the spacey drawers where I put most of my clothing.

When the last of my pajamas was carefully folded and neatly put back in its proper place, I moved on to fixing my dresser. I have two shelves at the north-western corner of my room (if you are facing the wall adjacent to the door). The top shelf contains some of my books, like some dictionaries, the pocketbooks I like and a few Word-Find puzzle books, while the bottom shelf is where my dresser is. I stacked whatever things were in there in the neatest way possible before moving on to the most troublesome thing to fix, the box under my bed, which contains my old school stuff.

Great. More dust, I thought. And more dust there was.

As much as I wanted to just throw those thingamajiggs away, they hold some sort of sentimental value to me (keyword: sort of) thus my inability to discard those things away. I must tell you, slaving over one stupid box full of old, dusty school notebooks and yellow-paged books (I have books since my preschool days and notebooks since grade 3) was one hell of a tedious task. Add the Year I stuff which I brought home a week ago and - TADA!!! - a very worn-out and tired Louise is the product.

Speaking of Year I stuff, I am very pleased to say (Oh feel the sarcasm) that my basket, to my great horror, had creepy-crawlies in it. Okay. One thing. I hate spiders. I loathe them with absolute abhorrence and despise them beyond anything on earth. But when I saw those freaking centipedes inside my basket, I had this feeling that my Phobia List lengthened by one more item.

Oh great. Now to get my mind off that topic (the basket was sanitized, of course), I finished cleaning my room in record time: FIVE whole hours.

Isn’t that great?

April 7, 2007

It was at about two o’clock in the afternoon. We went to this place called Richmonde Hotel for an overnight stay. Their lobby wasn’t enything grand. In fact, it was small. I got bored waiting for dad to finish checking in and got a headache while on the elevator (just like in airplanes, I get headaches in elevators). My lil bro and I immediately started watching TV once we got in our room and mom and dad relaxed under the covers. Courage the Cowardly Dog was on and I appreciated the mindless fun my lil bro and I experienced which of course didn’t last long because we got into another one of our brother-sister spats and about five minutes later, we became friends again.

Dad and lil bro went to the swimming pool to take a quick dip and Mom accompanied them to watch. I stayed in our hotel room, alternately reading a book and watching TV, while rolling over the bed and enjoying the luxurious life of being on aircon 24/7.

The other three went back about an hour later and we prepared for a trip to Megamall which was a walking distance away. There we did grocery-shopping (Mom and I had fun eating on the bed in our room because it was prohibited at home so we decided to make the most out of our liberty) and I got a bag of chips and some chocolates to eat later on.

April 8, 2007

Richmonde Grill was small too and there was a waiting line to eat inside. And yes, we waited. Our patience was rewarded, however, by the satisfying meal in the buffet (though I didn’t like the Baked Mac). Toast, Egg, Bacon… ah, heaven! We stayed there, savoring what was in the menu and ate to our stomachs’ content.

So after a hearty meal, we went to church to attend the easter mass. Then it was check out time. Afterwards, we went to Metro Walk (and had experiences which I will not disclose to my reader) then to Eastwood City. And boy did my brother have fun! We finally bought him his much awaited Game Boy and he immediately started playing with it after mom gave it to him. Then lunch at Shanghai Bistro (I liked their tea) and finally, home sweet home!

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Monday was pretty much a free day for me. But I had to go to sleep early because Soccer Training was at 6 in the morning.

Darn. Well, I gotta go and rest (and finish my kumon and the reaction paper for FIVE novels). So, I guess I’ll see you soon?

I’m worn-out!

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…

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.