I just finished P.E. class. And I’m thinking of not going to Fine Arts class. Because,

 1. I borred a copy of the sem’s lesson from a classmate and it got wet because I accidentally placed it in with my wet swim suit.

And that’s probably the only reason why I’m not going. Oh boohooo!

GYM

It’s my second week and it feels greet. I can go on the tread mill for as long as I can. And I don’t struggle going through the exercises anymore.Which is great! And I feel great. I can’t wait to lose some weight. I’m going healthy living. I don’t smoke. And I don’t drink as much as I use to (I can’t quit. WE love…) And it just feels so good. I’m really busy now though. With GYM and the rest of the things I have to do in school and at work. Which is great. It’s also my Dad’s birthday today. I’m not sure what’ll happen later. I’ve been in school practically the whole day. I’ll find out when I get home.

What I learned about GG

To add to my list of projects. My dad has been nagging me for driving school. There’s a small school that actually handles that here in Dumzville. But I’m not sure if it’s still surviving. *crossfingers* I hope it does. I really need to learn to drive ASAP. I’m still a bit shaken up from our accident last month. It wrecked the van’s sliding door. Lolz. That is the right term, is it? I’m not sure.

Today, I learned about The Game of Generals or what they call GG. It was featured in Strictly Politics in the ANC channel. I think they did that because during the time of Martial Law they actually thought (they- I mean the people)  actualy thought it was the governments way of embracing martial law. A strategist, its what they call the lowest rank in being really good at the game, said that it wasn’t. It just felt that way  because it involves knowing your Army officials. Its a bit similar to Chess, its a Filipino version of it- instead of the usual kings and queens as pieces it uses 5 star general and 4 stars….

I like it because its  Filipino made- and they say that no other nation has beaten us at it. Thank god! And it involves a lot of manuevering. It’s a mind game as well. It was developed in the 1970’s which was probably why they thought it was linked to Martial Law because Martial Law was declared in 1972. It boomed between 1975-1985 .. Well those are some of the facts I learned from watching TV.

I like the thought that there is actually a newschannel that features Politics- because I notice that people just learn from word of mouth the happenings in that industry. Sad, I know. I think I like how ANC is.. Galing! I’ve been learning a lot about my country from that channel. I sound like an advertisement now.

Projects

Well for the last couple of days. In my attempt to keep myself busy. Here are some of the things I’ve manage to do so far:

1. Work for my dad. I now do “book keeping” for him. I’m not really sure if that’s the right term for it. I’m just a student. It’s not my first job, but it’s different from where I use to work from. (call centers). I like this than the other jobs I took- but the experience was good though- with my previous jobs I mean)

2. GYM- I now go to the Gym. Part of my so called benefits with working for my Dad is that he enrolls me to gym. Which was hell on the first day. But I guess its working out better now. Phew! And some of my friends are also there. So its really nice.

3. My blog – which I seem to be using consistently (that a good word?- I should really read more)

4. My books! I bought 2 books that I read on my free time, and my lover bought me one as an advance birthday present, my birthday is still on the 21st of November but I asked for it because the book was on sale and neither of us would be able to afford it if we wait until November

5. Artsy Fartsy stuff – and I bought some colored pencils which I used a while ago for my ultimate artsy fartsy projects. Yepey!

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smile baby

Hahahah. I discovered how to put my smile on my blog. Very narcisa of me but to hell! It’s my blog. Wahaha.. the joy!

SHE

the nerve of some people. SHE actually referred to us as IT. And boring. well ms.rich kid, for your information you’re boring. and I don’t like you and I never did in the first place. I did then you decided to make me want to continue my first impression of you. You disappoint me.

*breathes*

Its my first day in the gym to day and boy was it hell.

Busy, trying.

I want to get back to being busy.  Busy to the point that I won’t have any idle time. Before they told me that it was a good way to escape reality – but isn’t being occupied is actually working presently. And should it be not labeled as a way of escaping? I wouldn’t know. It just feels really good to be working my ass off. It’s self satisfying, to be able to finish a lot of things by the end of the day. I feel like I’m making use of my life. And it’s a good gloom buster.

For my lover, it’s a different story, my lover is going through just so much pressure. I hope my sweet heart hangs on.  My baby seem not happy with all the stress (s)he is going through. I don’t blame her. It’s not actually her dream job- what she is busting her ass on. But it’s something.

I want to be rich. I want to be filthy rich in the future, almost to the point that I could buy Whale’s soul and hunt her. Bitter as it may sound, I’m still very upset with her. I still haven’t forgiven her. I could never will- probably. I do feel a pinch of pity for her. When she gets old, I often wonder who would take care of her. I hope she is saving enough money for a good home for the aged facility. I want her to get old here in the Philippines though.

Enough about that, There are far better topics to talk about in the evening other than my hatred and unforgiving nature towards that unprofessional teacher.

I bought a book today, Jarhead by Anthony Swofford. I might read right after I read my Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And then my baby, gave me another Marquez book for an advance Birthday present. I sort of asked for it, I suggested it because it was on sale and I don’t think I’ll be able to afford it or maybe I could but I would much rather spend my money now with the sale still on than on November.

I suddenly feel like reading my book. I have this feeling of wanting to finish it right away so I’ll know what will happen in the end and at the same time anxious and not really want to end the story and would want to just go through it page by page enjoying every effect of each word on myself. For now… I want to read. CIAO.

My Little Secret.

 

Have you ever tried going to www.peteranswers.com ? It’s this site where there are two boxes, on the first box you write Peter, please answer: on the second box you write your question. I heard stories that the site was able to answer questions such as what’s the name of the girl beside me (that’s without putting on any input whatsoever though) and what’s the color of my shirt right now. And there were many instances that the site actually got it correct (that’s what I heard anyway). And when asked who the person answering was the site would answer “satan”, creepy eh?

 

Anyway my experience turned out to be a cycle of questions, and answers that were repeated more than a dozen times. The site answered me that I keep on asking questions because “it” actually liked me. So I did, with the hope that I would actually see for myself what it would be like. To be spooked by a ghost in the internet. After a few minutes of being answered with the usual “just keep going, I feel good with you” answers, I got tired and finally asked “are you even real?” and Peter (lets just call the site that, as what it was named) answered me with a different one this time, he said “In a few minutes I’ll tell you your secret”.

I perked up with the hope that it could really happen, beside me was a friend who was answered with statements that said “I’m mad at you, you don’t really believe me”, “My soul would sleep under your bed tonight”, and “Someone is waiting for you outside”- which at first scared us because we thought it was another friend we were expecting but to our dismay no one really came.

So back to ME, there I was still going through the series of answers which didn’t really make any sense. After a few more minutes, I gave up and conclude that its computer generated and no part of it was really true. At least that’s what I believe in. If anyone of you has any story about this site, let me know…

 

I was really disappointed that I never got to see my secret – that the site told me would reveal. Too bad, I was really anticipating for it. Oh well so much for scary internet experiences.

 

Me. Gullible. Yes.

WoopsMsMe

                         weeh! i Just discovered that I could actually take pictures with my laptop’s camera. Weehh.. Hale Ms.Narcisa! There’s actually alot more pictures. hehahahha. A bit dark though.

My scars turning out as a trophy.

I was staring at my scars. They really look like tear drops streaming down my legs. When I was small I use to hate them- the scars were my fault. I had allergies and they itch and I scratched until they turn into abrasions (is that the term? I’m sure its not punctured wounds. Sorry, I’m no medical student). My mom being a nurse would tell me how ugly it looked and how dirty I’d come out to be with them. Those little stress as a child wasn’t so bad after all. My mom use to tell me that my legs would get cut off if I always had new ones. It went on untill I got busy with other things. I didn’t notice my bad habit go away so I couldn’t really tell when that happened. I use to be discriminated when I went to P.E. class. It was awful.

Its a different story now I guess. I swim with a french cut suit. Hahaha. I really don’t mind if they do talk about me I’m pretty happy with them. I love them in fact. For some reason I really do like having my scars around. Some of them has stories. Not all of them I got from scratching. Some, I got when I went mountain climbing, camps, swimming, and other activies that I use to do-that don’t do anymore because I dont have that much time.