Rock Enroll

The enrolment went pretty well. First, I took my FGR. Average: 1.75. I took only 9 units so 1.75 my ass. Heck. I'm not really vying for scholarship. After getting good-but-not-good-enough averages for 3 years, being a half scholar last term was more than enough. If luck would be on my side this term, then thank God. If not, no big deal.

Proceeded to the encoding area. I was hoping for an earlier section in SOCSCI513. The 4:30 class to be exact. I checked the slots earlier this morning at home but 'twas no longer open. When I checked it again at school, there was one slot available. One. Slot. I immediately clicked on the "change section" button. Voila! I'm in. 6 hours vacant down to 4.5 hours. Finalize? Finalized. *Sigh*

Here's my hellish schedule:
MWF:
9-10:30am --> CSWALP013 (Scary.)
10:30am-3pm --> V A C A N T (Scarier.)
3-4:30pm --> COMPLR013
4:30-6pm --> SOCSCI513
Tues:
7:30am-12pm --> CSWALP011L
12-4:30pm --> COMPLR011L
Sat:
4:30-9pm --> MULT333

I don't have classes on Thursdays, though. But still. Waking up early for my 9am class doesn't appeal to me. Not at all. Even more, spending 4 ½ hours doing nothing. Argh. Should start investing on books. Better yet, saving money for the movies.

Heard from the news that the swords used for The Lord of the Rings, Kill Bill, The Last Samurai, and Braveheart were made by Filipinos. Cool. Another cool thing is this: CARNIVALE - a new HBO original series. That I'm really excited of. After the sex in Sex and the City, the lies in The Sopranos, and the living dead of Six Feet Under, say hello to the freaks of Carnivale. ^_^

Sink Or Swim

My parents are at it again. Screaming so loud like they're getting paid by the decibel. My mom is packing up. She's leaving. Hell, this ain't the first time. But I still feel my chest tightening. I wish I can reduce the sharp pain into a dull ache.

Someone once told me that it's not possible that they no longer love each other. I believed him. But now, I find it so hard to hold on to that belief.

I'm losing grip. My family is falling apart. And I'm not doing anything about it. I'm just watching it happen.

I went to Loreland hoping to drown my pieces of shit.
But they fuckin' learned how to swim.

Loreland Invasion

I'm home. Finally. I have a nasty headache and my nose won't stop dripping mucus. Argh!!! Better start blogging before I drop off.

We went to Loreland resort in Antipolo yesterday. I didn't really enjoy the swimming part since I dunno how to swim and the cold water did nothing but worsen my cough/cold. Just threw myself into the water once then that was it. Kainis. Nakalimutan ko pa yung salbabida ko. Ehe. Then came the countless ghost stories. Felt like I was a member of the Midnight Society. Kulang na lang bonfire. One story really gave me the chills. Uhm, no. I'm not even blogging about it. We then went to this overlooking spot. Really liked loved the scenery. I felt like a God seeing the city beneath my feet. The moon seemed closer. The sky, bigger. The stars were few, though. But the city lights were enough to brighten up the sky. Also had a little videoke session. I pulled off Matchbox 20's "If You're Gone". Ogie ended the session by singing "Malayo Pa Ang Umaga". And that was minutes before the crack of dawn. Ehe! Malayo pa nga. Before heading home, they decided to stop by the Antipolo Cathedral. I was feeling dizzy because of the heat and my lack of sleep. I dunno if I could put up with the thick crowd. I was afraid I would pass out any minute. So I just opted not to join them. Heck.

Well, that's it. That's how we invaded Antipolo City. My bed is already calling me. I better answer.

"I think I've already lost you
I think you're already gone
I think I'm finally scared now
You think I'm weak
But I think you're wrong"
--- If You're Gone, Matchbox 20

Wow Ngek Intramuros!

Left home early just to pass our Multimedia project to Sir Gonzales. He works at DOIT so we had to go to Mapúa Intramuros and hand it to him personally. It's been 2 years since the last time I've been there. But no. I don't miss Intramuros. In the same way that I don't miss my CWTS. And I guess Intramuros didn't miss us either. It even seemed enraged with our presence. Doing everything to make our visit miserable.

We climbed the steps of the Administration Building up to the 4th floor only to find a note telling us to use the north wing entrance. Waited for Sir Gonzales inside the DOIT for almost an hour until someone told us to go to MIS instead. Decided to grab a bite to eat at McDonalds. Then the rain started to pour. It wasn't that heavy but the streets were almost flooded. Screw the drainage system! We had no choice but to take a cab from Mapúa to LRT-Legarda. When we reached the station, surprise surprise. There were no trains headed to Santolan. Shit. We took a bus and just rode the LRT from V.Mapa. Took almost all public transpo in just a day. I am soo worn-out.

Argh! Got a call from Roxie. Sir Gonzales texted her saying that our CD is infected by a virus. He's asking us to give him a clean copy tomorrow. At Intramuros. Nooooooooo!!! This is so not happening. Everything seems to fall out of place. Is that a sign of some sort that we are bound to fail Mult323?! I hope not.

U Got Game?

Just arrived from the U Got Game event. 'Twas the first ever inter-school game development contest in the Philippines and I'm proud to say that we're one of the organizers. Hihi! ^_^ We were assigned at the ticket booth, collecting 50 bucks from people who wanna get in, stamping their wrists with "UGG?", checking wrists for the stamp, making sure that nobody would sneak in without paying. It was VERY tiring. Stamping people's wrists was fun, though. So fun that I did not notice that I was hugging a dirty pole. Argh! I could start begging for alms with my grimy shirt!

The number of people was thrice as expected. Most of them were after the Ragnarok Juno CD. We were able to collect a vast amount of Php 75,000+ from ticket sales. Whoopee! Another whoopee goes to the cosplayers! Astig. Though the only character I recognized was Edea from Final Fantasy VIII. ^_^ I wish somebody dressed like Squall. *Sigh* I miss playing RPGs. I miss my Squall. :(

I dunno who won for the UGG cosplay but for the Level-Up cosplay, that water-squirting monster took home the prize. For the game development competition, the first prize winner was S17 from DLSU. Yay for them! ^_^

My shirt is dirty, my legs hurt like hell, my tummy is killing me, and I'm dog-tired. BUT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.

Maid In Hell

My parents just fired our maid. Haha! I'm really glad she's out of our house. She has a knack for taking things that doesn't belong to her. That fucking kleptomaniac. I lost my denim pants, a couple of blouses and hankies, my spiky earrings, and my toe ring. I told my parents about the losses and my suspicion of who the culprit was but they were a little skeptical about it. They know that my room is always a mess and thought that maybe I just misplaced it somewhere. I turned my room upside down twice but still no signs of it. That was many moons ago.

This morning, her uncle dropped by. His eyes were red. He looked drunk. Scared the shit out of me. He was wearing my father's green Nike jacket!

Papa: "Pare, ang ganda ng jacket natin ha?"
Her uncle: "Ahh.. ito? Regalo ni Liezel sa pamangkin ko."

Ha! Game over, Liezel. The game is over.

Reasons why we kicked her out of our house. Hard.
1. She's a kleptomaniac.
2. She eats like a pig.
3. She takes a nap in the afternoon.
4. She sleeps at 9pm.
5. She needs my mom to wake her up in the morning.
6. She made a lot of cellphone calls from our landline.

And we pay her 2000 bucks for that?! Damn her. She really deserves to rot in the depths of hell.

The Dementor

Came home from LJ's baptism. Godchild#2. Actually, I had second thoughts about attending the ceremony. But I went anyway. I wanted to see the baby's tiny feet and tiny hands and tiny yawns. I wanted to welcome him into the Christian world. But the entire day was like a challenge for me. I had to pretend I'm ok. I had to act normal while I tried to get a grip of myself. I felt like someone punched my chest. Like my heart has been ripped out and stomped on. I was crying invisible tears. The silence was killing me. It's agony. Complete, excruciating agony. On our way home, Roxie told me, "Cut the cord pala ha." Well I guess I never did. Or maybe I did. But there's still a single strand left uncut. Refusing to let go. Shit. I need a sharper blade.

There's still much to blog about. But I'm too tired and sleepy. I better snooze. I can hear my bed crying my name out loud. What's important is that everything is crystal clear to me right now. Everything dawned on me like a blanket of truth. I'm gonna hit the sheets now. Hope I never wake up. Hell no, scratch that.

Some people can be like Harry Potter's dementor.
He is my dementor.
He is sucking the life out of me.

Nun Of The Above

I left home with my parents at around 9:00 in the morning. After running a few errands (Popperoo, then Dino's school), we went to Galleria for an early lunch. They ordered a bowlful of Lomi. I ordered Lumpiang Shanghai. They ordered Buchi. And so did I. Ha! That sounded like a poem! ^_^ Nweiz, I emerged out of Chowking with a big tummy. I think I ate too much Buchi.

My mom and I went to National Bookstore while my dad deposited some cash. I came across books 3, 4 and 5 of the True Philippine Ghost Stories. I leafed through the pages of book 3 and was surprised with what I read: Nun of the Above by Katrina Salvador. Wait a sec. This is so not possible. I wrote this story! I can't believe they published it. My poorly-written, lousy story! The story I wrote ages ago! I read it and I dunno if I should be proud because 'twas published or ashamed because it's crappy. First, the words I chose were weak. Well, except for the title. Nun of the Above-- a story about a floating nun. I think it's pretty clever. Hehe! Second, it ain't scary. What's worse is that it was funnier than it is scary. It's a horror book, for crying out loud! Good thing Salvador ain't my real surname. Ha! I told my mom to read it and she was a little irritated coz I used a pen name instead of my real name. I argued by saying that Salvador is still associated with me. Somehow. It's my father's middle name! Then, she said that I should've used Banson. Oh okay. So, that was her point. Case closed.

I'm still thrilled about it. Just for the record, this is the third shit I've written that reached its way into the publishing house. The first was for a teen magazine. The second shit was for Pulp Magazine. And now this! ^_^

Good Will Book Hunting

My parents agreed to pick me up at National Bookstore-Cubao around 6pm. I got there an hour earlier. Just enough time for me to rummage the place for a little treasure hunting. Here are the treasures I found:

1) Please Kill Me by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain
2) The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger
3) Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding
4) No Boyfriend Since Birth by Claire Betita
5) The Breakup Diaries by Maya Calica

These books are on top of my Christmas-Wish-List more than ever now! Err... next to an iPod, of course. ^_^ *Sigh* Too many books, not enough moolah.