Stirring Wheel

May 30th, 2008 • 2 comments High School, Nostalgia, Personal, Random, Thoughts
Tags: a year and a day, ben ames williams, cat, english literature, hay infusion, kittens, leslie pieterzyk, microbiology, play, pregnant, siamese, they grind exceedingly small

Grab your chance to escape, let your life be an unwritten book. We’re not born who we are — we become who we are.

–Leslie Pietrzyk (A Year And A Day)

I remember during one of our Microbiology classes when I was a Junior (emphasizing the word “was”), we did an activity called, Hay Infusion, where we soaked about less than a handful of hay in a tap water-filled jar for twenty-four hours. Then the next day, we examined the water under a microscope. There, we saw a lot of bacteria moving around. We compared it with plain tap water and saw the obvious difference between the two.

Last March, we did a play for English Literature. We did They Grind Exceedingly Small by some American writer named Ben Ames Williams. We had about a month to prepare but we only did the preparations one week before we actually did the play. Procrastination. Blame not us. Blame our overflowing schedule and up to the brim projects and exams. But the one week of preparations worked out well, I can say.

I was asked by my classmates to play the lead role of Hazen Kinch. And so I had to memorize a lot of lines. But I didn’t think of it as a problem. I just treated it as memorizing 3rd grade English poems. And about my acting, I don’t wanna say much about it. They said I’m good, I delivered my lines well, thus making me exempted for 4th quarter English Lit. periodical exam. And our good performance (as what the audience and English teachers said) brought us a 95% grade for that play. Not bad being third from the highest.

My Siamese cat, as what I’ve told everybody, is looking for a “friend”. Or to make things straight, it’s looking for a boyfriend to have someone it could have sex with and finally, have kittens — have cats that’ll make our house stink more with more cat shit.

I guess, that’s how the way life goes — you’re born, you do things, and you die. So universal. But we’re not born who we are, we become who we are. We, or things, drive us to become our selves. We get interested with things and BOOM…you end up being somebody you didn’t expect you’re gonna be. Just like bacteria in tap water, reproducing into a lot when infused with hay; just like when I escaped myself, entered the persona of Hazen Kinch and got exempted from Eng. Lit periodical test; just like my cat, someday, it’ll have kittens when she, or we, found the right male cat for her.

And that’s the hell I could write right now. A bunch of randomness, sprinkled with the refreshing (and somehow) depressing nostalgia.

Yet Another Teen Angst

May 26th, 2008 • 6 comments Angst, Fiction, Humor, Pointless, XXX

Disclaimer: This is fiction, alright. I’m bored.

Summer is blatantly over and man, do I love rainy days? NOT! I hate this ridiculous weather. And it’s being more and more ridiculous as “the real” rainy season approaches. Blame not mother nature. She’s just like every mom — wanting the very best for her children. Blame humanity. Curse fucking humanity for raping mother nature. If she could just speak, we’d hear her say, “YE WANNA PIECE OF ME?! I’MA GIVE YE A PIECE OF ME! — LITERALLY!”, come landslides, hurricanes, typhoons, that goddam global warming we’re all fed up of, and some abnormal weather on a hot summer day.

But I digress.

School is just two weeks away which means there will be another stack of perplexing home works and back breaking exams and quizzes. School gives me a lot of goddam worries more than it gives me goddam knowledge I need in life. Will I pass tomorrow’s math test? Is Ms. Science Teacher on a good mood today? No pop quizzes please. When will the canteen sell some “real food”? It’s always like that. Like, five days a week of full of fret. If only I could escape the senses of our school security guard, then I’ll cut the hell out of my classes. Out of school. Out of boredom. Out of the shitty school stuff.

Speaking of classes, my aunt entered herself in some art school. She always had this dream of being a famous painter someday. She once told me that she’ll someday put up her own art exhibit. And on its launching, she said that she’ll walk on a red carpet with fans and media all around her. And famous artists from different parts of the world will come to her exhibit. Might as well be a Hollywood star, I told her.

I once complimented her new painting of chickens in front of a barn. After telling me that it’s actually a painting of an apple and popcorn, she grounded me for a week. But you’ll be amazed when you entered her house. When you’re inside it, it’s like you’re walking in a life-size painting. She’s crazy over still life paintings and the way she arranges her house, it’s like she’s painting a still life portrait — the fruits on her center table, all those pans and pots in her kitchen, her bathroom, her bedroom…it’s the interior itself. But I’d be rude to say that she’s better off as an interior designer than a goddam painter wannabe.

Anyway, I’ve been sort of aware on pornography. Man, there’s always sex on TV. Specially when I’m alone at home. God, I can’t do house chores. The government better stop it before my parents catch me in action. It’s not that I’m a fan of porno I’m just aware of it. Really.

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Expect the attack of my pointlessness whenever I’m bored.

Cooking Some Cookies And The Mental Uncertainty

May 22nd, 2008 • 9 comments College, High School, Music, Personal
Tags: American Idol

Around them are bright lights, focused upon their shaking nerves and faces. In front of them is a crowd with a continuous stir and intensity of feelings. Beside them is the answer to the question everyone is excited and nervous to know — between the Davids, who will be the next American Idol?

The season had closed and America found their new idol, David Cook. During the performance night, the judges were one sided with David Archuleta. But as Cook emerged out to be the winner, I think America really did the right decision, thus making Cook win by 12 million votes. It was not even close. However, Archuleta really did awesome on that stage.

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Anyway, just this noon, enrollment was finally over and I’m now an official Senior. Well mulling over it, at first I cannot believe that (1) I’m close to surviving the hell of high school, (2) time, really, is so fast, (3) boy, am I really that old? (4) geez…

Nothing substantial, really. I just don’t think I’m ready enough to graduate high school and go to college. I mean, I don’t even know yet what course to take and I’m not even sure of where to study. I’m baffled as a stray cat who doesn’t know which garbage dump to eat. But I guess I’m just looking forward to it too far. I still have a year to decide and to somehow, prepare myself for a maturer role in life. For now, I’ma unwind a bit and enjoy the last days of summer.