the silent speaks (or writes.)

4.29.2005

an entry of miscellany.

birthday countdown: 57 days, 8 hours, 50 minutes. (note: only an approximation)

time management: it's not unusual, but i'm spending about... eight hours in front of this 14-inch monitor because i don't think it's gonna make me an anti-social. (",) add ten hours of sleep, all the other things i do are jampacked and condensed into the remaining six hours, making it a regular 24-hour day.

yahoo! messenger: username - psychotie. status - online. number of total contacts - 100. contacts online - 4. contacts on sms - 3. contact online - yahoo! helper.

cellphone: the usual. the world seemingly forgot me now. total inbox memory - 45 msgs. inbox messages - 43. maximum number of contacts - 250. number of contacts - 183. contacts which can be seen in my inbox - one.

summer job: currently on hold. i just finished a typing job earlier, garnering 100 pesos in the process.

money: twenty pesos left.

internet card: isp reloaded, 30 hours. cost - 100 pesos. bandwidth - 54.6 kb/s. status - connected.

eye status: in stress. glasses - one lens cracked, frame distorted. eyebags - deep.

reading paraphernalia: with nothing to do, i read a lot. just finished 'the negotiator' by frederick forsyth. next book: the deceiver, frederic forsyth. newspaper: the philippine star. sections read - front page, world, sports, comics.

websites visited: guitar tabs, yahoo! mail, yahoo! sports, NBA, google, hotmail, gfxartist, tickle, blogger, my first blog, this blog.

guitar: one lost string, the shrill e string in particular. last song plucked - broken sonnet, hale.

people currently at home: me alone.

baths taken per day: three at the minimum.

hair status: neat. last haircut - yesterday. style of haircut - army 2x3. it reminded me of a time when they said i looked like some teacher. last shave - after my first bath today. scratches acquired - two, near the lip.

food: trips to the fridge - 4, as of now. snack times per day - 5. meals per day - 3. eating places - in front of the computer, in the sofa near the tv. glasses of milk per day - 3. tumblers of water per day - 3. most common comestibles - nesvita cereal drink, chips delight, polvoron, fruit candy, toast bread with butter and jam. weight - 103 pounds.

programs open: notepad, norton, yahoo! messenger, mirc, mozilla firefox, windows media player. computer memory - 15.6 gigabytes free.

music: current song - especially for you, mymp

television: cartoons - in channel 9, they've been showing the same edition of spongebob squarepants 3 days already. anything else? - just waiting for the nba finals. and amazing race 7 is quite fun too.

mental status: in chaos. iq level - above average (weh?). einstein's iq quiz - solved!!! (wehh??)

physical status: no change. (see food). last sport played - basketball.

errands: pending - pay bill at bayantel and pldt, register sky internet service, buy a few things for lunch. done - none.

purpose for writing the things written here: (info-pop!) because you need to know. kidding aside, nothing in particular. (",)

duration of time that passed by in writing the whole thing: 33 minutes.

the silent spoke up on 09:54

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4.27.2005

my first picture in this blog.

that'd pass for a piece of art, right? please forgive 'us' for the irregularities and notable errors shown in the picture.

of course, this artwork flourished under the influence of boredom (and i hope you've noticed.) software used? yahoo messenger's doodle board. nice, eh? and special thanks to this person for largely contributing to this masterpiece. *hehehe.*

anyway, questions regarding to who (someone told me it was me) or what is happening in the picture (which is quite blurry to me) cannot be answered by the creators. and forgive me if i'm not making any sense.

what for? nah... because i've nothing in mind. period.

the silent spoke up on 16:31

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4.26.2005

reading this is not a waste of time. (",)

oh.. so we're talking to each other again... talking about what?

yeah, i know, i'm not making any sense, but to be honest... i don't have anything to tell you right now. whaddya think, do i? it seems like i've told you everything you need to know. that's right... everything.

or... do you have something in mind? then go ahead and ask me - and i'll answer you in the best way i can. until then... i'll be silent on you.

maybe, i should tell you what i've told you before... would that still makes sense? i could only wonder, what the answer might be... but maybe i should - just for a change...

i love you... and i'm not letting go... not just... yet.

i hope i've said it enough.... for now.

anyway, if you ever get to read this... (you're supposed to know who you are, right?) i'd just want you to understand that i'm not ignoring you; it's just a matter of what to say, and up to now i don't have anything in mind, or else i'd be known for relentless redundancy, in other words a sheer waste of your time. you wouldn't like it, i suppose... (tell me if i'm wrong...)

and... i'm sorry.

that's all i have left.

the silent spoke up on 18:29

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4.20.2005

my own prison.**

[read the ** below the main text first, if you will please. thank you.]

bah... vacation. at first mention of the word i think of the outside skies with the sun glowering in its midst... white sand beaches... the cool shade of makopa trees... a large hammock pinned between two tree-trunks, and a cool, mild blowing breeze slapping smack to my face.

but then guys, my parents prove me wrong - again.

the first day of my 'vacation' period started two-thirty in the afternoon. eight hours earlier i was shook awake by dear father to chaperon *<- take note* my young brothers to their swimming class. why me? because. 'ayoko nga eh...' i stammered as i boldly confronted my 180-pound dad, staring right in his eyes. he sternly shot back and said 'it's not a matter of what you want or you do not want. you only obey.' ha! it took me a few moments to swallow what he said, but i conceded to join them in the dining table.

not a matter of what i want, eh? so my able parents took my rights. in a few moments i felt like going down from family heir to 'heralded' servant-slave. they better take that back. they better.

so... here is a final draft of my parents' proposed 'vacation' schedule (excluding weekends), effective april 20, 2005:

april 20 - 22 : chaperon my brothers to swimming class
april 25 - may 20 : start of whole-day cat review sessions
may 23 - 27 : enrollment week
may 31 - june 3 : work as part-time secretary for a developing isp company

well? there are still some good points exposed here.

a) allowance during vacation (salary?) : yeah, i'll be needing the money. for what? someday i'll know.
b) liberty outside the gate : at least i get to see the world outside the house walls and gates.
c) i get not to see my parents five days a week, half-day

i'd expect someone of you hit me hard in the back and knock me back to my senses. i might need that, and whoever does so will receive my greatest thanks. however, i will not tolerate anyone taking away my right over my life. i'd rather be a rebel fighting for my freedom that a slave rotting away in a dark room - not even my parents. i'm no anti-social guy, and i'm just about to prove that.

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**note: this is pure fiction, besides the schedule; the other texts are only an exaggeration of a very minor frustration of the scriptwriter here. hope you'd understand that most writers in the past have served either as soldiers or bandits. :D peace out to all!!

the silent spoke up on 21:23

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4.19.2005

at long last... an entry.

uhmm... first of all... i'd like to apologize to all of you for not updating the site. the past days were heckuva loose-and-tight packed schedule, if you understand what i mean. at long last i've found spare time. thanks if you find this site worthwhile of your time...

the past two weeks... whew. i can't quite remember all that happened... generally uneventful, say.

anyway, within that span was an open forum, an intersection sportsfest, a national achievement test, a research defense, a texting barrage, recognition day, school clearance week, graduation, a good dose of secret-exposures, and the release of report cards (and class pictures).

doesn't seem uneventful, right? but it was two weeks ago, see... or, maybe, i'm just a lifeless and boring person. much better. [i'll just detail the events, ok?]

open forum: this happened april 1, if i remember it right. took place in the vicinity of the 'library' in the second floor of mathay 1 bldg... say, a lot was said and heard. i don't know, but seeing some of my friends cry doesn't move me to shed tears... boys don't cry, do they? i'm still a boy. i believe from this point on some people turned the cold shoulder on me (or i thought they did.. whatever.) anyway, forgive me guys... i'm really sorry.

sportsfest: a day and a half of sports events organized and participated upon by third year students. game events: basketball, volleyball, badminton, and alupihan (bamboostick racing..)... i played basketball (twice) and volleyball (once) and watched the rest of the way... was a success, i suppose, if not curtailed by another sportsfest (held by 4th years) and a tedious schedule. basketbal: first game - avogadro (us, who else?) vs. fleming; and we escaped them by a mere 4 points; final score: 41-37, avo. second game - avo vs. curie; without a single cheerer for our team, we were steamrollered after 16 minutes, then regained composure, but ended 25-21 for curie, as they went up to the finals. volleyball: first game - avo vs. fleming; i was not much of a factor that game (as if i knew how to play.. duh!), and we lost, 2 sets to nil. second game - avo vs. edison; we matched better this time, but still lost, 2 sets to 1. lastly, we ended up runner up for karera ng alupihan. :D

nsat: april 7. up to know i don't understand why they hold aptitude tests. i mean, why do they need to know what we have learned? why can't these dep-ed guys just search the bulk of test papers which the school has in possession? won't that be enough? what if we just forgot? do they think we're uncapable and naive? that's downright stupid and a mere waste of time for me. tell me if i'm wrong...

research defense: a most unlikely event staged by our not-so-dear principal, ms.(?) cavo.. three highly regarded interrogators were invited and allowed to torture us poor students. (kidding aside..) it lasted for 2 days; we were the last defendants on the first day :), group #20 to be precise. we did our parts anyway, and we had ourselves a consultant. much was achieved, in my perspective, thanks to our very able consultant, granted the principal's permission [and favor, more likely.. hehehe] (who's now inviting us to palawan or taal lake for specimen-hunting).

'unlimited' texting: yes, the latest fad. this mania started two weeks before (not sure), and had just ended recently, promo released by smart telecommunications, inc. free texting for all smart subscribers, for a limited time that is. i had my part there, anyway, and in turn jammed my inbox memory. during these days, i was somewhat down to earth for some reasons... :(

recognition day: do i have to put it here? well, we (including two friends) were tasked by our first-year adviser mrs. bael to help in the furnishing of certificates. and for a week we spent countless hours typing those awards, fully aware that after all these we might be able to abuse the high-speed dsl internet connection installed in those computers. we were successful in doing that, say.school clearance 'week': was it a week? actually it lasted for 2-3 days, to be precise (in my case, that is.) we were handed out pink forms which were supposed to be filled up with teachers' autographs. not special memorabilia, however, but required for the issuance of report cards, essential to your survival in qcshs, they say. (really...?)

graduation: the sad event was held on crossroads. why there, due to parents' pleas of exasperation because of the scorching heat, they say, but in reality was fully unnecessary... which resulted to the early closure of the school grounds (around 7:30). that whole day we were roaming shoemart. a thing which bothered me was the fact that... we're next. get my point? dunno, but there was something striking in me wearing the school uniform. weird.

release of cards: day 1... the original timestamp, april 18 was supposed to be my last day before a week-long vacation (6 days, perhaps..) but a transport strike was performed by those bastard jeepney drivers, holding a lot of people stranded to right where they were, which happened to include our adviser who had our report cards. she wasn't able to reach school, but i was already there waiting for nothing. good thing was that some classmates of mine were there too... and mind you, i arrived at school 6:57 am, making me the first third year to reach school grounds. it might not be a great feat for you guys, but for individuals who acquire twenty-seven tardy marks annually, it's a milestone. anyway, i stayed at school for a good record of ten hours twenty-five minutes. during this fruitless period i waited for my friends get their clearance and, fortunate for them, their cards. about noon, when we were in the covered court, a dear senior friend took a picture of me (against my wishes... joke!)... if you might not know, i have a 'phobia' for cameras... but everything's all right. in return i asked for her picture (okay, she's a she) which was fine with her.. i hope. and mind you, that girl's stunningly pretty... (hehehe! seriously.)... later that day someone tampered with my inbox... immediately gaining access to classified personal information, but that was all right too. at least i've got someone who i can share secrets now. while that someone was doing that, a boisterous friend of mine unleashed another expose of my now-not-hidden secrets in the open area (we were still in the covered court). dunno, i felt lost and happy that time, a painful tickle, something like that... and, before i forget, i didn't eat anything for the most part of day 1 except two coke floats. while i was slurping the comestible up (with my friend) i met a cute girl wearing a pink shirt. i felt my eyes meet her glance, quickly hoped she didn't notice (for i thought i was falling into something... deep..) and calmly walked past her. my friend tapped me in the shoulder and whispered 'why are you blushing...?' something like that... i could only hope that she didn't take notice, if what my friend was saying was for real... after a half-day's done, i headed home. the strike was in effect, and they did it well, because it made me ride the tricycle home, costing me 20 pesos - about a dozen more than the usual jeepney fare. yet, the real objective for the day wasn't achieved, and i had to return the next day.... day 2... that would be this day, only earlier. before heading to school i had to go with my younger (not smaller) brothers to their swimming class. i did nothing, anyway, but laugh at my siblings' mistakes (uncharacteristic of a brother, eh?) for i had nothing to do... on the way back i squared off with an mmda officer, who cursed me for an indeliberate infraction of crossing the road; he challenged me to take his place as an enforcer of the traffic... i only shot back at him saying that the idea would be better, for he was causing the traffic to worsen... and to think that my brothers were with me... not a good example, i really am. at least i had their confidence that they won't tell my parents about the incident... hehehe. and so i went straight to school. when i arrived most of them already got their cards. our adviser, however, was inside the school's conference hall attending a seminar, so we had to wait for her... which took an hour's toll. nothing much happened, anyway. not all my classmates were there, however, as they were attending their respective reviews for upcoming college admission tests. day's done, i walk alone... and go home.

so... that does it for today. i hope i've kept you guys updated and back in track... and i'm very sorry if the whole thing's very lengthly... entries classified as 'mushy' would come later in the long run.... hehehe! thanks guyz for your time and God bless to all...

the silent spoke up on 20:43

...now what?

oh, so i've got a new blog here. welcome... to be honest with you guys... i don't have anything in mind to pin down here. and i'm really sorry. i can only hope that sometime later something comes to my overwrought psyche. thanks for your kind consideration.

what is this?a sequel? nah... more like a never ending cycle... of the young guy who was foolish enough to keep himself from talking... and of how he tries to say what he means... but, up to now...
to no avail.

i know - it doesn't really make any sense, not at all.
and please, don't expect anything sensible, now. (",)

the silent spoke up on 18:34

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