tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50043512011-04-22T10:40:25.305+08:00aeroplanes on my feettaking adolescence one step at a timeNatnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1086922022437095282004-06-11T10:46:00.000+08:002004-06-11T10:47:50.126+08:00No mean to be putting this off but closing this school year has been a great hassle. I have two more weeks then I shall be free.
I regret not writing about my experiences.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1082690348297339492004-04-22T03:21:00.000+08:002004-04-23T11:23:10.076+08:00It is strange how much three months can really change you life. In the time that I have been absent from my adventures of blogging, I have discovered some parts of myself, discovered parts of the North East of The United States and discovered what I feel that I would like to do later on in life.
Even though I was very against it, the Earth has tilted and the weather is slowly becoming warmer as Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1081739164671093272004-04-12T11:04:00.000+08:002004-04-12T11:10:47.000+08:00Don't worry, I was supposed to blog on April first, but life has bitten me. It will come, just wait a while.
I have been bitten by the bug of lifeNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1077084288131226062004-02-18T13:58:00.000+08:002004-02-18T14:08:05.733+08:00I think its that time that all bloggers have once in a while. That dreaded hiatus. I think I should have put this a long time ago when things really started to get busy, but now it is needed. Until then I place this blog on hiatus until April first or until I have time to post next. I will keep a journal, but a written one for the moment.
For those of you who have aggregators you can monitor myNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1076473004520823002004-02-11T12:15:00.000+08:002004-02-11T12:19:11.090+08:00Vintery, mintery, cutery, corn,
Apple seed and apple thorn;
Wire, briar, limber lock,
Three geese in a flock.
One flew east,
And one flew west,
And one flew over the cuckoo's nest.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1076108929288623972004-02-07T06:44:00.000+08:002004-02-07T07:11:10.356+08:00Apologies for the lack of updates, the pressure to achieve in academia has given me a streak of atelophobia (fear of imperfection) in my work. In addition to that, the increasing stress of boarding school applications has drained my mind of thoughts.
The picture that you see after this post is in a public school bus after a ski trip. I had joined the ski club and had skied for the first time inNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1075346732612630202004-01-29T11:14:00.000+08:002004-01-29T11:27:41.826+08:00The quiet sounds scream in my ear.
The textbook letters imprinted on my eyes.
The youth of the night present in my mind.
Windows frost as people talk.
Luggage rattles as the bus slowly walks.
Boys and girls sleep in a silent solitude.
The skis and boards rattle together.
I close my eyes, in an attempt to sleep
again, the quiet sounds scream in my ear.
Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-107422264253301142004-01-15T21:29:00.000+08:002004-01-16T11:12:34.780+08:00Falling asleep early morning to the sound of wind and the view of a light snow, I flew around in my dreams my mind wandered. Awoken by the sound of an alarm, the ground was covered with snow and the dim white light of my computer sat in a pulsing manner. I turn on the television for the first time on my will and switch it to the Weather Channel to see if my town has any school. It goes through Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1074047872378194892004-01-14T09:20:00.000+08:002004-01-14T10:39:41.593+08:00The heated gym echoed with our voices, our pride resonated in the air, track practice was starting. Recently, I have lost any sort of respect for my track coach, he is almost always late and he has no pride for the team. The inadequate stretches provided by our three team coaches proved to be nothing. Move a little here, move a little there is what it looked like. My group, the sprinters set Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-107394186716406522004-01-13T05:06:00.000+08:002004-01-13T05:12:55.186+08:00I sit here, boarding school applications sit on my lap, the pen marks scribbled across the forms. My greatest apologies for those who missed reading my blog entries. There was not enough time to do anything, so now, I'm back.
More on friday.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1072670322175059082003-12-29T11:58:00.000+08:002004-01-13T05:14:39.746+08:00Its really strange having a Christmas gathering when half you family is away. It was my uncle, my grandmother, my farger and myself. It was a quiet yet morose kind of gathering, the small amount of presents wasn't a problem, what I really wanted to see was my sister and mother again.
The present opening was quieter than usual, the fire crackled and the wind blew on the screen to make a whirling Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1071984649890164252003-12-21T13:30:00.000+08:002003-12-21T13:34:05.390+08:00untitledHave you ever wondered what it would be like to be a photocopier? The things that you get to read, the places that you get to go, the personal problems that you experience, and most of all, the objects that you get to copy. I've made it sort of a tradition to make a photocopy of my face, or some concoction and press the start button. The light rolls across and a copy rolls out a few Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1071545700954842422003-12-16T11:35:00.000+08:002003-12-16T11:36:12.153+08:00 "A rich building in the middle of the ghettos of New Haven". The building was just as it was described, a sculpture of steel, cement, and glass, the place was of massive proportion. Surrounding buildings were old and rattled, their wooden structures looked as an insult to the building. This was the Yale Track Centre or something like it. There was a track meet last Saturday. It was to be my Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1071115764816302512003-12-11T12:09:00.000+08:002003-12-11T12:10:29.686+08:00 I have been busy stirring up two to three blogs/information sites in the past few days. One on Third Culture Kids and Global Nomads, another on Asthma, and a link log. If it permits, I might even try to add some google ads to help it pay for the hosting and stuff. Also, I have added my blog to the Asia Blog Awards at Flying Chair.Net. If you want to, you can vote me as the "Best Philippines blogNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1070856544679579042003-12-08T11:45:00.000+08:002003-12-08T12:10:05.606+08:00More about today, tomorrow.
Yesterday, After a dinner and an opera or play or whatever, a drive home in the snow was one of the few remaining tasks in the slowly ending day. We drove slow, around
50/60 kilometres per hour in attempt to get home safely. The highway, covered in snow and some ice was barely occupied. Few cars roamed the lonley road, in the opposite direction, several cars passed Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1070316716828953712003-12-02T06:00:00.000+08:002003-12-06T12:55:49.826+08:00A post long overdue.
Today was the first day of snow. During the last period of school, I stared outside the window in anticipation. Seven inches is what they said for the day, with several more inches over the next few days. As soon as I stepped out of the bus the flakes of snow slowly descended on to the ground. Flake after flake, the snow started to accumulate, the ground turned into the Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069997751705971432003-11-28T13:22:00.000+08:002003-11-28T13:36:56.903+08:00Because I felt like it. I will write about thanksgiving tomorrow.
last cigarette: ten years ago. But that was a cigar
last car ride: driving back from school
last kiss: this morning
last good cry: several days ago
last library book checked out: Grays Anatomy
last movie seen: Master and Commander
last book read: 1984
last cuss word uttered: Putang ina mo (how did that slip out? I use it Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069891244351161282003-11-27T08:00:00.000+08:002003-11-27T08:02:45.233+08:00On the domain front, I have been wondering what to do with my wonderful 1&1 hosting account. It provides me with an account worth something like 500 MB of space, 5 GB of bandwith all for nothing. Now that I have the space, I don't know what to do with it. I had something like the waytoblue.org thought up, but I do not know how to make it look nice. Any ideas on what I should do with my domain Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069641870431633342003-11-24T10:39:00.000+08:002003-11-24T12:23:09.030+08:00Its so hard to accept that things are going to change. I'm so used to the constant rain falling on corrugated metal as our roof that I miss it. The hours that I would spend on end listening to various music that I wouldn't realised how much time has passed. I miss that rain with a passion, the last time that it did rain, I ran out and played around in it with my sister. It could be called a last Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069414747808243142003-11-22T11:01:00.000+08:002003-11-22T11:01:57.496+08:00It starts in a large hall with a rubber track in the background. Teenagers in what seems to be high school walk around the hall talking to each other, boys and girls of every race, from every nation walk about. With a sudden, as if choreographed motion, they walk out of the room into several doors. Overhearing someone talking, I find out that everyone is getting ready for a contest. A 800 metre Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069299457544973642003-11-20T11:04:00.000+08:002003-11-20T11:39:00.826+08:00The demands were swift, don't do drugs, no criminal offences, be a student in good standing and attend all practices unless excused. There was nothing about doing your best, having fun with the team. Nothing about sportsmanship or awarding your peers even though you have lost. It is track season, or to be correct, indoor track season. Practices are almost every day, the day after Christmas, New Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069129177094452302003-11-18T12:19:00.000+08:002003-11-18T12:20:10.560+08:00Random Fast-Food Mascot
What's Your Personality Type? brought to you by QuizillaNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1069001861844428952003-11-16T13:34:00.000+08:002003-11-17T00:58:06.310+08:00A young man sits at a bar eating fries. A beer sitting at the left of his elbow keeps him company, a cameo trucker hat covers his eyes in a mysterious light. Flickering on the television is a football game. In the corner, a band plays some jazz while everyone is bobbing their heads to the tune of the drums. A group of women sitting in the corner, laughing in joy. One of them is wearing a tiara Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1068260384259380272003-11-08T10:53:00.000+08:002003-11-08T11:00:04.076+08:00It looks like one of my favourite stories as a child, the Polar Express is being turned into a movie but the thing that disturbs me is that the main actor is Tom Hanks. I have nothing against him, but for a children's movie where the main character is a child? This is going to be interesting.
Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1068090840774080062003-11-06T11:31:00.000+08:002003-11-07T11:56:11.436+08:00My mother along with my sister has left for the Philippines in the today, put it as unfinished business that she needed to close up. At five in the morning, they left for the airport, my sister excited as she was going to ride the aeroplane. I kissed my mother and my sister good bye and bid them a safe trip. The thing is that I have not been away from the for such a long time, that now I miss Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067917934307876782003-11-04T09:07:00.000+08:002003-11-04T11:52:29.043+08:00Jump on a train and ride until the last stop. Sit on an empty beach reading a book. Drinking in a coffee house where it feels like hope home yet knowing that it is not. I want to run away from it all, for a week, or a month, or even better, a year. Take time off on my own terms, no looking out for other people. Fly away to Switzerland for a year and do a year of school there. I just want to be inNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067837346930957912003-11-03T13:24:00.000+08:002003-11-03T13:29:20.750+08:00scared of the world outside,
you should go explore.
pull all the shades up,
wander the great indoors.
Leave the great indoors.
Not enough time to blog, more when there is.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067548738078033972003-10-31T05:04:00.000+08:002003-10-31T05:19:07.670+08:00During a nap this afternoon, I had another strange dream.
After attending some important meeting, I exit the room that I am in to enter on to an open pavilion. Looking out, all that can be seen is sky, the top floor (which I am on) is so extremely high that I can't see anywhere else. Searching for the elevator several times, I walk around the floor. I overhear some people talking about coloured Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067394480586354032003-10-29T09:36:00.000+08:002003-10-29T10:28:07.810+08:00The eggs, the milk, the sugar, and the baking soda. Everything into a KitchenAid blender to create an plethora of flavour inside the glass bowl. Buttering the pan and placing the batter inside the cupcake holders, I let out a little yelp in ecstasy knowing that I will had made lemon poppy seed muffins. Inside the oven, as they slowly rose, I watched in anticipation as the evenings dessert startedNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067223449511611042003-10-27T10:53:00.000+08:002003-10-27T10:57:47.060+08:00Bobbing my head and shaking my body while listening to cool tunes by Fourstones, I'll be mixing batter and baking my heart out. Whether it be scones or lemon poppy seed muffins, I'll be baking it all tomorrow. The reason? I have no idea, I'll tell you tomorrow.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067138360260926742003-10-26T11:19:00.000+08:002003-10-26T11:22:03.390+08:00Sometimes the computer has a confilct with you, it just hates you. Today, I had that problem. A four paragraph blog and a two page e-mail to a friend, gone. I wish I could rewrite the blog entry, but it is late. Supposedly, this thing called Daylight Savings Time ends tomorrow. That means I might get an extra hour of sleep. More tomorrow. If it does not happen again.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1067050891529839802003-10-25T10:06:00.000+08:002003-10-25T11:03:27.873+08:00For biology, our teacher put up an option for extra credit. Go to the hospital and learn about the different jobs that they do there. This other girl and I were the only ones in our class to take up the offer. Miss a day of school, free lunch, and learn something interesting! What more could you ask for?
The morning started with a speech by the COO of the hospital. Her message was elaborate yet Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066870875293927412003-10-23T08:38:00.000+08:002003-10-23T09:01:15.460+08:00The PSATs went well, I didn't know what the answers for some of the questions were on the math section, but I just wrote something because the benefits (one point added) outweigh the disadvantages (1/4th point deducted). The proctor(s) that we had were pretty strange and they didn't care about what the students were doing. Some of the kids were talking during the tests, so I suspect that some Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066693039923156012003-10-21T04:36:00.000+08:002003-10-21T07:37:19.613+08:00The PSATs are tomorrow. We were given practice booklets so that we had some idea of what was on the PSAT was about. I'm somewhat nervous about the whole test (I could not sleep last night) but at the same time I am confident in myself that I will do the test well. My school district pays for the students to take the PSATs so that we essentially get a free test. Wish me good luck!
The air was Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066531481802752022003-10-19T09:24:00.000+08:002003-11-23T10:45:23.500+08:00It is the hidden confessions that we have kept locked inside that no one ever reveals. The thoughts that swirl in our head that leaves our souls empty. Our inner thoughts and dreams that we do not or cannot reveal due to the guilt and shame that one can posses end up growing. The jokes that we make for ourselves. The guilt that is kept the brain makes us feel terrible about the things we really Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066487034621231742003-10-18T22:18:00.000+08:002003-10-18T22:23:54.560+08:00I had this dream, where I was in an underground bunker with four people and we had this machine that only I was able to control. Now this machine, when it was pointed downwards, it would shoot something into the ground and make the person(s) travel through to exactly the opposite side of where they were. So these four people and myself wandered the world, from place to place, everywhere that I Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066360360832961052003-10-17T11:00:00.000+08:002003-10-17T11:12:40.916+08:00I’m treading water with my oars
Glass galeons anchored, ocean floors
I’m diving down with all my gear
In search of treasure, para me corazon.
Take you to the forest
Let you feel the raindrops falling down
Seeping through your redscales
Eliminate the faucet
Eliminate the need for water
Replace it with a safe shell
Don’t wanna see you floating upside down
On the top of the bowl when I
Come Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066183777432882392003-10-15T09:51:00.000+08:002003-10-15T10:17:14.226+08:00The clouds rush like there is something chasing them. Wind blows overhead and the trees are stretching as if they are about to run a marathon. Slowly turning darker, the sky slowly descends and almost taps me on the shoulder. The trees whisper to each other in a calm voice, "Its going to rain, the sky is falling". I look up at the trees and the swaying stops, the clouds slow down, and a gap in Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066090248084083492003-10-14T08:07:00.000+08:002003-10-14T08:11:34.590+08:00Its amazing how out of control the Department of Homeland Security is. A pakistani woman by the name of Beate adopted by German parents was held up by the DHS and Customs Officials, put into prison, starved, then deported home.Beate also wonders if there's a bias against Germans because their country didn't join the United States in the war against Iraq.
Read more about Turned Away at the BorderNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1066015968897058832003-10-13T10:17:00.000+08:002003-10-13T11:33:06.416+08:00I have a new way to look out on life, and one that can apply to me very well. As unforeseen circumstances alter someone's life, it is best to live life how it comes, and remember, cherish, and honour every moment that passes you by. I knew that starting last year, everything that I would be doing from then on will most likely be the first and the last time that I would be able to do it. Almost Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1065839666675605132003-10-11T08:26:00.000+08:002003-10-11T10:35:27.483+08:00Why is it that people with the kindest hearts, the best intentions, the most helpful people are ridiculed in this world? The people that influence the world in the best ways are always looked down upon and stepped on. Its interesting that when someone wants to make a change for the better, it is harder for them to create good and easier for anyone to create evil. Just some food for thought.
I Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1065661351573449432003-10-09T08:40:00.000+08:002003-10-09T09:02:31.720+08:00For some strange reason, today was a flash back, things that happened in my past somehow seemed to pop into my head. While in physical education for no reason, I started humming to Mariposa by Sugarfree, then out of nowhere, I started to sing the song out loud.
Alam mo bang kanina pa ako magdamag nang nakatingin sa 'yo
Di mo lang alam, sa gitna ng kadilimang 'di mapakali, ako’y nabighani
Di mo Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1065325315146923462003-10-05T06:38:00.000+08:002003-10-05T23:46:54.210+08:00There is two big differences between the United States and the Philippines, poverty and wealth distribution. All around Manila and the Philippines in general, there are the homeless and the impoverished. The day before I left for the United States, I was with my friend in a car on EDSA on the way to pick something up from her house. This little boy walked to her side of the window and was holdingNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1065099712191935282003-10-02T21:00:00.000+08:002003-10-02T21:01:52.360+08:00It's more of to see if it could be done, but I see it can. I can post from school, and it works . . . Barely. Thanks to the extensive tax money that people pay in my area, I am able to go to school for free and have a somewhat fast internet connection. Again, This message is brought to you by the Department of education in the United States.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1065059327126338102003-10-02T08:51:00.000+08:002003-10-02T09:48:46.690+08:00The local Cable TV provider is putting up a "Technology Grant" called the "Public School Broadcast Technology Grant" for the students of several schools. In plain English, It means that if they choose to do my program, the cable company will pay me $1000 towards a film program that I create. And if they choose to show my thirty minute segment on the television, I will be asked to make four more Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1064976429245139062003-10-01T07:12:00.000+08:002003-10-01T10:47:08.810+08:00I can feel and see it happening already, the temperature is dropping, the leaves are caressing the ground. Trees are changing colours and fog forms easily on the morning water. They call this fall. One of the three seasons I have never truly experienced. This will be my first time to see fall, winter and spring. I never needed to know the seasons, daylight savings time, or what solstices were. Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1064888884819152312003-09-30T10:26:00.000+08:002003-09-30T10:28:04.650+08:00Have you ever heard the expression "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade and then toss it in the face of the person that gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges that you asked for in the first place"?Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1064804879990387562003-09-29T10:39:00.000+08:002003-09-29T11:08:00.110+08:00I have been putting off homework all weekend, why shouldn't I put it off a little more to write a blog entry? Before I start, I want to make a film but I have no ideas on what it should be about, do you guys have any ideas?
I went to have lunch with that girl that has been passing me notes, nothing special, just a little lunch at a Chinese/Japanese place. I had a bentobox of general Tso's Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1064108472225052772003-09-21T08:07:00.000+08:002003-09-21T10:51:42.360+08:00I was looking at the photos that I have on my computer, the bars that I used to go to, the pool halls that I used to play in, the cars I had ridden in, the restaurants that I ate at, the friends that I had once shared a laugh with. It makes me worry if this place is having a negative impact on my life, no one to hang out with on the weekends, no one to have a great laugh with, no one to go to a Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1064017193187232992003-09-20T08:19:00.000+08:002003-09-20T08:19:53.096+08:00In the ever going soap opera of this note passing, I received a note again. Neatly folded on my desk was another note, in blue pen was written "Nat". Unfolding the paper, a long note was written in pen. HEY, NAT!The movies next weekend--I have no idea what movie we're seeing or @ what time, but I think (name) said we should go to (place) Cinemas on Saturday or Sunday. I don't really know what Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063834037984579122003-09-18T05:22:00.000+08:002003-09-18T05:29:35.210+08:00Can someone tell me why Verisign is showing up on all the domain names that no one owns? Its like Microsoft's thingy that suggests websites that could be the ones that you are looking for. Pages come up to something like this Verisign Result page. Try a site like www.whooohooooIhateVerisign.com or www.verisignisabloodyidiot.com or even www.verisigncankissmyass.comNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063747448649801692003-09-17T05:24:00.000+08:002003-09-17T05:24:08.606+08:00I look at the pictures of people in the Philippines, all my friends, the people that I knew, the people that I wanted to know. All the pictures show how much fun they are having, the parties that they are attending, all the things that they doing just makes me want to be back in the Philippines, where there are people that I know, people that I enjoy being around. I never thought I would be Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063673987520507532003-09-16T08:59:00.000+08:002003-09-16T09:07:40.630+08:00The sand felt nice between my toes, the water rushed passed my legs trying to take my balance away from me. The beach was my weekend getaway.
It has been a while since I had been to the beach, three years to be somewhat vague. The last time was in the beaches of Putero Gallera in The Philippines. The beach was nice, one day was somewhat cloudy and the other was nice and sunny, the cloudy day Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063427001085393892003-09-13T12:23:00.000+08:002003-09-13T12:23:21.036+08:00I'll be out for the weekend. Aeroplanes are so much fun.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063318058096624862003-09-12T06:07:00.000+08:002003-09-12T06:07:38.150+08:00In my school, there was an assembly held for the victims of September 11th, the colour guard was there, the volunteer fire department was there and a middle school teacher who plays the bagpipes. It was an interesting ceremony except for one thing, there was this one song that they played over the speakers about the fire fighters that went into the building the song was worded in a strange way Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063250361215070412003-09-11T11:19:00.000+08:002003-09-11T11:19:21.213+08:00On the radio station that people in my house listen to had this thing about the priests that were been molesting little children. A few months ago, I was listening to a radio segment that someone had sent to me, it was about this man that was in about to go to prison because of pedophiliac tendencies but also had this life threatening tumour in his brain. Before he was set to go to prison, he wasNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063160337880435832003-09-10T10:18:00.000+08:002003-09-10T10:18:57.880+08:00It seems as dan had a really bad case of karma today, during first period his seat snapped in half and he fell on the floor, everyone was more concerned if he was okay while was laughing at the back of my head. And to add to that, he also got bird poop on his shirt while in P.E. I guess that shows him to be nicer to people. If you do not understand, read yesterday's post
During biology, our Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1063071214578824142003-09-09T09:33:00.000+08:002003-09-09T09:33:34.556+08:00His name is Dan, I remember that he came from some other school because he didn't like it there, he wasted a full freshmen year on something that he didn't like, now as a sophomore, he has to take all the things that he has missed. Fully white, he has the hair to look like a complete idiot, extremely short around his head, but on the top has hair gelled back. I guess he thinks that it looks good Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1062724200319820732003-09-05T09:10:00.000+08:002003-09-05T09:10:00.303+08:00I called my friend Anna the other day, its been a while since I have talked to her over the phone. We talked for a while about various things that are happening throughout our lives. She has just started school recently as well, so the new kid experience is happening all over again. I envy he as she only has six subjects a day versus the eight that I have everyday. But the thing that made me Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1062455134373414692003-09-02T06:25:00.000+08:002003-09-02T06:25:34.346+08:00Yesterday, I went to New York state for a party at one of my relative's house. Accompanied by a great view, the main focus of the day was food and conversation. There was plenty to be eaten by the 150 people attending the party. Inside the house, food was being prepared, dishes being washed and people all over the place making the event possible, but what caught my eye the most was my distant Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1062192055787875742003-08-30T05:20:00.000+08:002003-08-30T05:20:55.756+08:00I was suppose to talk about school after the first day, but I did not have the time or the privacy to do so (I like to write alone, it helps me think). Just as I expected, the school that I now go to is not that good at all. I know most of the things in the courses that I am taking and I have no friends in the school yet. Sure, I've talked to one or two people in my classes, but no one that I Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1061981623770058402003-08-27T18:53:00.000+08:002003-08-27T18:54:20.263+08:00I sit her alone, bored, only me, my father's laptop and my wireless mouse. There is nothing to do except wait for school to start. Yesterday, I went to recycle beer bottles that had been sitting around the house and in the garage. I thought we had about 100 bottles in the shopping cart, each bottle is worth about 5 us cents. Each bottle was sucked into a machine and eaten to pieces while an Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1061567655567605922003-08-22T23:54:00.000+08:002003-08-25T00:42:35.393+08:00I had a hard time sleeping one night, so I turned on the telly and watched cartoon network. I'm a really big fan of cartoons but I wasn't a real big fan of japanese anime. That is, until i watched Fooly Cooly (FLCL) on adult swim. The thing was very entertaining and I thought that one of the characters (the boy in the blue hoodie) was pretty funny. I think this is dangerous, I might really start Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1061401978316341232003-08-21T01:52:00.000+08:002003-08-21T01:52:58.180+08:00You go to school for an education, to learn so that you can get a job have a good enjoyable life and become a good consumer. But here, I think that they miss the learning part of school, sure it's a great place to go and mingle with your friends, but one of the main reasons for school is so you can learn. Many of the kids here seem to be ignorant to things around them. It seems like kids don't Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1060723544272674752003-08-13T05:25:00.000+08:002003-08-14T03:22:53.186+08:00Sorry for my lack of posts, I have not had that much time to post anything to my blog. Things have been a little busy here at home.
I've been searching around at various schools in the area, most places are okay but the one that I am going to go to is highly recommended by people in the area. Its a small school so it shouldn't be that bad. But what scares me is my schedule. It is filled with Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1060437379456021372003-08-09T21:56:00.000+08:002003-08-09T21:56:19.263+08:00My toes are cold, my little sister is laughing behind me and one of the computers I was fixing is now fixed. For some reason, my grandmother put the radio on louder because she claims no one can listen to it. Not much to say at the moment, but there is a lot of privacy news going around, I am also going to apply to be a columnist at a Macintosh Oriented website. I have to think what I am going toNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1060223008150317232003-08-07T10:23:00.000+08:002003-08-08T21:53:48.200+08:00Having just came back from the movie theatre, I still cannot believe that my money went wasted on something that was not even worth watching. I just watched Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl and man was it a terribly boring movie. Nothing special that caught my eye except for one line in the movie it went something like "piracy is the only choice".
Before the movie was Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1060174995156418752003-08-06T21:03:00.000+08:002003-08-06T21:03:15.126+08:00The American people would be horrified if they realized the blood that is dripping from their hands because of they way they're allowing themselves to be manipulated by the system.
We're dealing with real human beings who are suffering and dyeing and being tortured and starving because of policies we are involved, we as citizens of society are directly involved in and are responsible for and Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1060123755821858462003-08-06T06:49:00.000+08:002003-08-06T20:43:25.560+08:00A radio show this morning instantly lowered my opinion on most straight men in America. These two radio jocks were talking about how there there are more and more gay men and women popping out into society in America, wether it be television or the church. But the thing that I found really low of them was they were starting to insult them to great lengths. I'm starting to think the male Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1059993372479027082003-08-04T18:36:00.000+08:002003-08-04T18:36:12.373+08:00It is like Americans have never seen any Asians in their life. This morning while in the supermarket, everyone around me was staring at me, it felt so uncomfortable to have everyone look at me. The problems with living in a place with such a small Asian population is that you often get stared at.
I just found out today that I might be attending the local public school in my town. It's not Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1059819101432595972003-08-02T18:11:00.000+08:002003-08-02T18:11:41.413+08:00Thirty-six hours can change everything. Three days ago, I took a thirty-six hour journey to move to the United States. I took the journey that thousands of Filipinos take each year in search for a better life, but it does not always end up that way. If I had my way, I would move to anywhere in the world but the United States. As I watched the Philippines fade away from the aeroplane window, I Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1059497597586676402003-07-30T00:53:00.000+08:002003-07-30T00:53:17.556+08:00If there is nothing here , then I am dead.
Currently on a planeNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1059326192079931142003-07-28T01:16:00.000+08:002003-07-28T01:16:32.040+08:00On a more personal note, today's "standoff" was interesting. As I said (shortly) in my previous post, I have no problem with people that have a reasonable cause, the group obviously had information on some of the government officials, but no one waned to listen to them. Lt. Sg. Antonio Trillanes IV said he feels their objectives were not achieved, that corruption will go unabated and he was sorryNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1059323607060211672003-07-28T00:33:00.000+08:002003-07-28T00:33:26.940+08:00I have no problem with people that have a reasonable cause. This morning at 2 am PHT, rebels from the Philippine military planted bombs around the Glorietta shopping complex. The shopping complex is large and has a great Hotel/Apartment (Oakwood) building connected to it which the Magdalo group is holding up. not to mention the Hotel Intercontinental and The Shangri-La that surround the mall. TheNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1059062975382880722003-07-25T00:09:00.000+08:002003-07-25T00:12:20.610+08:00And let the consuming begin. I am moving and these group of men are helping us with the packing. We have a lot of boxes downstairs while I am stuck here packing everything that I will be needing within the next three months. I have to live out of a freaking suitcase for three months. . .
Oh shit, I think someone threw away my brand new rechargeable batteries. Anyway, eight more hours until the Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058947062800268452003-07-23T15:57:00.000+08:002003-07-23T15:57:42.766+08:00I volunteered to help my mother with her work at a bazar for the benefit of the street children. After buying some things that we wanted to give as presents, it was our turn. My job was to distribute the schedule for the next bazars that they will be having. I now have a new respect for the people that have to hand out papers, you end up seeing so many things that would not usually end up in yourNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058879779512033732003-07-22T21:16:00.000+08:002003-07-22T21:26:28.246+08:00My mother fights many pointless battles that she loses. Today, she complained about how I haven't pack much of my stuff, she complained and threw words at me. I turned around and told her "I don't have much in my life, everything that I own, everything that I have cherished, everything that I can remember are so little that I can fit it in to a single box. It will take me five minutes to pack my Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058851621155663742003-07-22T13:27:00.000+08:002003-07-22T21:07:28.016+08:00I have a new domain, it still directs here, but it enables me to have a shorter name that I can own for five years. The address for my blog is
http://www.aeroplanesonmyfeet.ph/Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058786041256396192003-07-21T19:14:00.000+08:002003-07-21T19:14:01.230+08:00Threat rating: Medium. Your total lack of decentfamily values makes you dangerous, but we cancount on some right wing nutter blowing you upif you become too high profile.
What threat to the Bush administration are you? brought to you by QuizillaNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058635492129939052003-07-20T01:24:00.000+08:002003-07-20T17:37:20.910+08:00Things do not usually turn up the way that I expect them to in my life. What was supposed to happen today was simple, Have lunch with my mother, go to Mariana's place then go with her to Alabang Town Centre to go shopping for my brother's Chucks. The day ended several hours later than had planned but the day had been something that I had enjoyed.
I took a ride in Mar's car to Alabang. EverythingNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058450018518299792003-07-17T21:53:00.000+08:002003-07-18T20:16:09.503+08:00Disgruntled Asian Tattoo Artist Inks His Revenge
Sakai, an award-winning tattoo artist, was tired of seeing sacred Japanese words, symbols of his heritage, inked on random white people. So he used their blissful ignorance to make an everlasting statement. Any time acustomer came to Sakai's home studio wanting Japanese tattooed on them, he modified it into a profane word or phrase.
"All these Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058332711412341772003-07-16T13:18:00.000+08:002003-07-16T13:18:31.380+08:00Yesterday, I rode a different type of public transportation. The LRT 3 or Metrostar is Manila's best public transportation method. The fares are about 12 pesos or USD 0.24 which makes travelling a lot cheaper. And the trips are amazingly quick at around 10 minutes to go to Megamall versus an hour or two by car. The only problem with the train is that the stations are hot and people riding the Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058110147230501532003-07-13T23:29:00.000+08:002003-07-13T23:30:32.110+08:00Okay, so I had no water. . . I went out with my dogs to go get a large bottle of water, as soon as I step out the house gates, my dog's leash thingy goes flying out of my hand and she runs three blocks with me and my other dog chasing it.
I love the dogs dearly. . but sometimes. . . stupid dogs.
Also, on my way to get some water. . . This security guard gets mad at me for being out after the 10Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058107086974033952003-07-13T22:38:00.000+08:002003-07-13T22:38:06.880+08:00I'm so fcking pissed off, we have no water in the house and our waterfilter is broken. . . So thirsty. . . so damn thirsty.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058102442964317032003-07-13T21:20:00.000+08:002003-07-13T21:20:42.933+08:00Funny Asian Man
What's Your Personality Type? brought to you by QuizillaNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058024027042809322003-07-12T23:33:00.000+08:002003-07-12T23:33:47.030+08:00Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1058003503434358412003-07-12T17:51:00.000+08:002003-07-12T17:51:43.413+08:00Each day is another journey that we step into. The past three days have been somewhat exhausting yet interesting journeys for me.
Two days ago (June 10, Thursday) I visited my grandmother and aunt in their store at a market in Sta. Cruz inside Manila. The whole place is a different experience from Manila, if you have ever been to Hong Kong, Sta. Cruz is like Hong Kong with the cramped streets, Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1057753716883834712003-07-09T20:28:00.000+08:002003-07-09T20:28:36.856+08:00When I was little, one story that I really liked was Winnie the pooh. I never exactly knew what some of the characters were, Winnie was a bear but was it male or female? And until recently I was never aware that a small pig was called a piglet, I thought that it was just some strange character that Christopher Robin made up. Maybe the person reading me the story forgot to tell me what the heck Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1057681115685273862003-07-09T00:18:00.000+08:002003-07-09T00:18:35.670+08:00The government over here is so corrupt.
Q: How many government officials does it take to change a light bulb?
A: No one really knows--they all scatter when the light comes on.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1057680493615922442003-07-09T00:08:00.000+08:002003-07-09T00:08:13.640+08:00Meeting up with people that you haven't seen in a long time is a strange yet exciting thing. Today, I met up with Mariana Velayo and her mother for a small lunch then a movie. I found the whole experience great, the three of us chatted for a while on how things have changed, and about me moving. It was strange talking to someone I have hardly talked to in a while, but still feeling like I knew Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1057463494643024082003-07-06T11:51:00.000+08:002003-07-06T11:51:34.440+08:00From the TSA document Time Saving Tips
Q: What may happen to me if I bring a prohibited item to a security checkpoint?
A: You may be criminally and/or civilly prosecuted or, at the least, asked to rid yourself of the item. A screener and/or law enforcement officer will make this determination, depending on what the item is and the circumstances. This is because bringing a prohibited item to aNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1057153875923409392003-07-02T21:51:00.000+08:002003-07-06T11:50:10.613+08:00While reading things on what I can and cannot pack in my bags when I travel from the TSA (Transportation Security Administration, came across the most disturbing notice for baby carriages. On the page for Travelling with children, It mentions the following:
ALERT! Babies should NEVER be left in an infant carrier while it goes through the X-ray machine.
Along with that, the Washington Post has Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1056982026847772112003-06-30T22:07:00.000+08:002003-06-30T22:07:06.823+08:00I went to a department store today. It's not something that usually happens, but I had to try on things for my brother as he and I share the same body structure. I always hate going to department stores in the Philippines because there are one or two attendants for every single brand in the store and what eventually happens is that you will have one or two women following you so they can get Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1056980628169429382003-06-30T21:43:00.000+08:002003-06-30T21:43:48.133+08:00Searching through my brother's sketch books, I found a small newspaper clipping from 1993. It reads:
World Trade Centre bomber gets 240 years in solitary
Ramzi Yousef, mastermind of the World Trade Centre bombing was sentenced to 240 years of soiltary confinement thursday.
Calling Yousef an "apostle of evil," Judge Kevin Duffy also fined him $4.5 million and odered him to pay restitution of $250Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-1056731103345049022003-06-28T00:25:00.000+08:002003-06-28T00:25:03.300+08:00Everybody. . . move your feet and feel united. . . .
Can't stop. . . can't stop the beat. . . won't stop. . . won't stop the beat
An all too catchy cartoon involving horses, robots, squirrels and hot dogs. A suggested watch. . .
Move your feetNatnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-960207132003-06-26T00:31:00.000+08:002003-06-26T00:31:15.090+08:00We all lust for Apple products, the design, the interfaces, the 64-bit desktop processing. Apple has recently introduced the Power Mac G5 (64-bit personal computer). . . , the iSight (a small, compact funky camera). . . . iChat AV(voice and video chat along with AIM in a beautiful interface). . . and last of all, the amazing Panther.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-959750812003-06-24T16:46:00.000+08:002003-06-24T16:46:16.290+08:00Most kids get scolded by their parents for coming home late, not doing their homework, swearing at their parents, doing something distructive. . . but my parents think much differently, for instead of being scolded for something naughty and destructive, I get in trouble for reading, teaching and educating myself. Books are a fantastic way to indulge yourself in a world of which you have only Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-959184232003-06-23T00:33:00.000+08:002003-06-23T00:33:48.623+08:00Taken from the book, a line that made me laugh hard. . "Ron ejaculated loudly."
I like the book a lot. . . My dad gave me the book a long time ago to read, I wasn't one of those people that jumped on the Harry Potter bandwagon. More to write about later, I want to keep reading.Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-958965212003-06-22T01:36:00.000+08:002003-06-22T01:37:50.000+08:00As of 3:35 PM, 21 June, 2003, I am the proud owner of the fifth instalment of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. Looking at my calendar, I saw that the 21st had the most markings of blue, in bold letters it read: "HP RELEASE". Squealing with joy and excitement, I rushed to call powerbooks to reserve my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. When arriving at the shop, there were no kids of Natnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004351.post-958684122003-06-21T01:02:00.000+08:002003-06-21T01:02:30.990+08:00During my daily browsing around the internet, a discovery had come upon me in the form of a link. the Insecurities Project is a small collection of photos that people take at security checks. security personnel are now asking many travellers to take a photo to prove their camera is not a bomb. Canadian visual artist Isabelle Devos is collecting these photographs for an international art project. Natnoreply@blogger.com0