Boredom = Fun

i just spent the past week without going online. a week! i can't even believe i survived that, but thanks to buffy, friends, and seinfeld reruns, i did. bwahaha.

and you don't know what i had to go through just to use the computer. i don't want to tell, actually. but let me tell you, it involved a very pissed off kim.

so, what should i write about? (the million-dollar question)

um...oh yeah. i remember something remotely significant.

i already paid to reserve a copy of hbp! yah0o! lol..i am so so psyched. i cannot, i repeat, CANNOT wait till july 16! (but that means classes have to start first. bummer. but still! harry potter 6!) and i saw lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events in the bookstore too. (leslee, if you read this [though i highly doubt it] pleasepleaseplease remember that you still have my [very expensive] lemony snicket book [i mean, 400-something bucks for a book that thin? if it weren't brilliant i wouldn't even think about buying it], and can you pleasepleaseplease remember to take extremely good care of it [though i highly doubt it...again]? no offense, but i take extremely good care of my books and i don't want anybody doing an ounce less). i am soo buying all the books the moment i get my allowance. or after i save 500 for each of the 12 (or is it 11? sorry, i've only read the first) books. same difference.

i just noticed--my posts have been shrinking recently. sorry (if anyone actually enjoys reading them) but really, i have nothing to write about, and when i actually do, i tend to forget about them because of the long queue on the pc (my mom, my dad, kaye, kat...) bummer.

ack. i am really really really desperate. i can't even think what low i've gotten to for me to wish for classes to start! the horror!!!

i vaguely remember feeling just as bored last christmas vacation. i was lazing around all day, daydreaming about stuff, watching tv, singing my heart out. but i was never content. it got kinda...rotary. no, not *the* rotary club. i mean, rotary, as in rote, as in too routine-y, as in too BORING; doing everything on a sort-of schedule. but i never really set it (the schedule) but only do the stuff because i don't have anything else to do. (i had this knee injury on my freshman year and ever since then i've been straining my knee on a normal basis. it's like my knee's a currently-ticking timebomb, waiting to get injured again. so fun, yet so so painful.)

i mean, it's really really stupid, wishing for summer to start when there are classes and wishing for classes to start when you're on vacation. kinda paththetic, always wanting another thing when i finally get what i want. but both times, i feel indolence (kinda makes laziness sound classy, eh?) kicking in. when there are classes, i laze around, not study for quizzes and go to the mall in the middle of exam week. but then i don't have enough time to blog and put my thoughts down (except when i'm real desperate), since the rest of my free time is spent on malling, texting or talking on the phone. and when i'm on vacation, i laze around, watch tv and go online. but then i never have any stuff to write about since practically nothing ever happens during summer hols (except probably last year. but it was a terrible terrible thing not even worth noting. but at least something happened. unlike now. like, p & d still don't know i exist. aw, crud.) don't you just hate that? you finally get the time to etch your history on stone but then nothing happens. irony's so annoying it makes my head hurt.

i was watching tv when i remembered something i read about in Time about satellite imaging. seems nice, you know? now i'll be able to see my town from 'up above'! cool!

then i started looking for satellite imaging in a9.

i never realized how technologically late we were (and still are). filipinos, i mean. you know what i saw when i typed my address on GlobeXplorer? gubat. as in a forest. and some (very fluffy) clouds. i knew we were late, but i didn't know we were *that* late. geez. it doesn't even zoom up to town level.

here's the image:



but when i searched for my grandmother's address in the u.s., i could practically see their apartment's front door.

but whatever. i guess that means the cia could really be spying on them, with that kind of zoom-in power. poor kids probably get spied on even while walking their dog. but still! having the government spy on you is cool, even if you have zero privacy and all. not like their gonna tell your mom that you lied when you said you went to school but really went to the mall, right? plus, you get to spy on other people. that should be nice.

anyways...

ain't he fine???



he's andrea albert pierre casiraghi of monaco, son of princess caroline, grandson of princess grace (kelly) and prince ranier iii (may they rest in peace. princess grace and her husband, i mean). he's next to the throne after his uncle, prince albert (it's not like he's going to have any legitimate heirs soon) and his mother. wahaha. all that good looks, AND a title. this guy's loaded, i tell you. LOADED!

here's another one for another throne:



good thing he doesn't have his father's ears.

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(i didn't crb when i said that i'd brb. never mind that. i'll continue anyway.)

so i woke up 7am (more because i was nervous, actually). i heard my mom telling my sister to bring sunblock and not to stay too long in the sun, yaddayaddayadda (she was going swimming with her friends). then i realized that our househelp still hadn't come home from yesterday! i fully expected my mom to forget that report card dist was that day. and she did. (surprise, surprise. *she* was supposed to get it, but i wanted first dibs on my grades. so i know what to expect when she sees it.)

when i (finally) came out of my room, my mom told me to look after my brother and my sister (as expected). so then i reminded her that, hello, grades were being given out that day. she was like, "oh yeah!" (and not in a good way).

honestly, tinatamad ako magsulat. later na nga lang.

grandma's funeral, day 3

didn't go. haha. so much for more family secrets.

day 4

'twas a monday, the same one when we were supposed to get our report cards. got up super early, partly because i had to (because the rcd was in the morning), but mostly because i was anxious------

[ohmygodohmygodohmygod...arrested development's next! i thought that came before the simple life 2!!! wahaha...this has to be the best morning EVAAAAHH!!!]

------on account of the whole thing, you know? i was totally nervous 'cause i thought that i did an abysmal job on my english (evolution of american lit...pfft) and world hist (world wars i & ii, and the world between wars. or so the book said.)

so anyways, i woke up totally early. like 7 o'clock early (normally i wake up 1.30 in the afternoon)------

WAIT!!!!! IT'S STARTING!!!!!!! BRB!!!!!!

well, my paternal grandmother is dead. bummer. now i have no grandmas left.

she died yesterday, actually. i was just too lazy to write anything about it. how handy.

so anyways, i've decided to write about each day of her funeral. and as they say on obituaries, interment will be on--wait...i totally forgot! was it thursday or friday? ack. i'm such a terrible grandkid--thursday/friday/whatever.

day 1 (yesterday)

did nothing much. didn't want to answer the phone when it rang because didn't want to be the bearer of bad news (no, actually, i just didn't want to hear the somber voice of whoever was on the other line and didn't want to hear them say that grandmother was dead.) but then it turned out not to be my dad but enrico, a friend from school. just finished talking to enrico when they (parents) announced that grandmother was nearing death. was fully expecting it even without the announcement. told enrico that when i see ira and chel when classes start, am totally telling them that my granmother's dead and i hope that they are happy (on account of the two of them sending me one of those allegedly cursed messages which said that if i didn't send it my mother will die in a week. well, grandmother is just five letters away, right? that'll teach them to forward stupid messages that really don't have any sense but are passed on anyway because silly people believe what they are saying. but whatever. am just trying to make the world a better place one senseless message at a time.)

nothing much happened at the funeral. saw aunt with extra-squinty eyes, on account of having cried immensely. cousin (aj) said that it would've been squintier if not for the fact that aunt put ice on eyes. also, purple ribbons arrived. the ones they put on the inside lid of the coffin (which was open). heard mother argue with father about her name on the ribbon (emillie, which is a wonderful name if you ask me; much, much better than mine; but does mother appreciate it? nooo) looked at ribbons more closely and wondered out loud why names on the ribbons were written on wrong groupings (meaning that the names of siblings ought to be on the same ribbon. example: kim, kaye, katrina, karl) cousin overheard and answered. said that some of step-uncle's relatives did not know that aunt (dina) had another kid before aj and trisha. had a hard time getting what she was saying. originally thought that cousin's sister was the one who didn't know about trisha and the batangas folks. when corrected, thought another wrong thing and wa thinking that all the batangas people didn't know about aj and her sister. turns out that only some, as opposed to all, did not know. whatever. still think cousin's life is far more complicated than own. cool.

day 2 (today--duh)

was surprised to find long lost cousin in the living room (well, not lost. she was taken away by her father on account of him having thought that her mother was having an affair and got pregnant with my other cousin, her sister. or so i was told. maybe they just couldn't get along.) long lost cousin (kiji--kristine--joyce--whatever you call her now) was not speaking much, probably on account of her not having seen us in a couple of years. noticed that she looked *exactly* like long lost uncle (a short nerdy guy, but in a good way.) got bored to death with sister and cousins downstairs so decided to go upstairs and watch tv. fell asleep while watching tv and woke up 6.30. was fetched by father about 8.30 and was brought to grandmother's funeral (there were about a gazillion people--but not as much as the people in maternal grandmother's funeral, wherein the mayor, possibly the vice mayor, the governor [who is also an actor], and everybody else important came.)

in grandmother's funeral, was being forced by father to sit beside the coffin but strongly declined due to possible necrophobia. almost cried because of fear of dead people and death itself, but managed to stop self from hurling because the whole house was staring at me and were probably thinking what a primadonna i was. but whatever. am deathly (pardon the pun) scared of funerals, dead people and death itself and am not afraid to admit it. (the idea of death makes me lie awake at night. honestly. i cannot make myself sleep when a thought about death enters my mind. actually have to read until my eyes itch just to force my eyes to close.)

when father finally gave up, relatives finally noticed my long lost cousin and started interrogating her. learned a lot from listening to long lost cousin's responses, as she was sitting next to myself. learned that:

-cousin is good in drawing

-cousin is off to college (FEU), is going to take architecture and is not going to live in a dorm. she is going home. every single night. while she is in college. WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING??? HOW ABOUT THE PARTIES??? HOW ABOUT THE GUYS???!!!

-cousin apparently does not remember all the people from our side of the family. even ate cheche. and that aunt from chinatown. and kuya bong. and apparently, my mom.

-cousin apparently *does* know about her mother's second family. heard that she calls aunt dina 'mommy'.

-uncle apparently has a second family of his own, with three other children apart from aj and kiji. upon calculation, it comes to mind that the sisters both have four half-siblings and five actual siblings each. and i thought *i* had one too many.

also learned that cousin liked to read upon inspection of her stuff while she was on another room. saw the sisterhood of the travelling pants among her things. am thinking that the two of us might possibly get along. also thinking that if she promises not to wrinkle the spine, i will let her borrow my books when she finishes the one she's reading.

well, that's it for mow. more tomorrow. i'm sure id've heard about more family secrets by then.

...

you know what?

i totally forgot what i was going to post about.

seriously.

so for the meantime, i'm going to have to make up another thing to write (type) about. bummer. (i can't really tell if my last idea was a good one, though. but it must've been, considering that i took the time to click for the 'create a new post' button, right?)

okay, so obviously nothing's new here--

wait. i just remembered something i wanted to write about. but it wasn't the idea i had before i opened blogger.

so, anyways, here goes.

my sister had her elementary grad today. yay for her. but what i'm writing about is not about her graduation. i'm writing about mine.

my graduation was a really sad event (not). it was a very eventful moment for all of us. we were about to leave the walls of our dear alma mater. we were about to separate (okay, i was going to be separated from them, but them not from each other). and you know what i was thinking while i was sitting there, in the blazing morning sun, in my little white toga?

"ohmygod, i'm probably never going to see these people ever again. YAY!!!!"

i couldn't help but smirk.

(contrary to my sister's graduation, wherein studes were crying while singing that 'farewell' song. eew. how cheesy.)

i'm just evil, don't you think?

but really, it's not like my old classmates were even remotely nice. if they were, id've fully forgiven them for all the wrong stuff they said behind my back. yes, JOYCE ANN P. GARCIA, i am talking to you. you are the most horrible peron that ever walked this planet. you have, apparently, no life of your own, (yes, i surmised as much), but is that reason enough to ruin another person's life, specifically mine? no. it most certainly is not. personally, id've picked hitler over you. and i'm only guessing you know who hitler is.

people might be asking why i hate this person so much. (yes, i don't dislike her. i hate her. to the bones. no, no...to the bone marrow. or whatever it is that's inside the bone. be it bone marrow or more bone.) but her evilness is far more than words could describe. trust me. i tried, but i failed (though not as miserable as i thought i would).

wait. brb. mom has to use the pc.

ack. don't you just hate people who stare at your monitor in internet cafés?

(blasted keyboard. it's so hard to type. it keeps missing letters)

isn't it annoying? they should get a life or something. not like i'm doing anything illegal. (there she goes again. the lady beside me, i mean. i hope she's reading this, because she is getting so annoying.) hello, i'm just playing. is that illegal? blech. i think she should just mind her own business. and stop staring at my monitor, for a change. and besides, the people she's IMing are waiting. (as if she even knows those people. i am so sure. prolly picked them up in a chatroom somewhere. i mean, eew!)

blasted tank. he told me he'd meet me in prontera! (you see why i dont like him anymore? he's so malabo!)

um, wait...have to get home first. mom just told me to buy food and i still haven't done it yet.

later.

p.s.GET A LIFE, LADY!!!

p.p.s . i wonder how moch trouble i'll e in if mom discovers that i ran off to the iternet café again.. i mean, it's not like we don't have access at home or anything. we just don't have ragnarok.

i really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want to write something good this time. (i hope i expressed my sheer desperation with the use of excessive 'really's. because i am. desperate, i mean.)

but considering the number of interesting stuff that's happened these days (number: 0), it's really hard to.

oh, okay, the pope's death is interesting. but depressing. i mean, he seemed like a really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really nice guy. you know what i mean? i know he must be happy in heaven right now, but, you know, it's still *weird*. like, i'm (okay, we're) not going to see him until we, like, DIE. and i so hope that doesn't happen soon. and i just noticed...that guy from cnn hasn't taken any breaks since, like, yesterday. jim b---- something. i forgot. but anyways, i just noticed that when i went to sleep last night (about 1.30am), he was the guy who was speaking and then when i woke up and watched tv again noon today, he was still giving live reports from the vatican. talk about dedicated. (okay, i've been watching cnn all night last night and this morning. and afternoon, and evening. so sue me.)

but, nevertheless, hugs and kisses pope! you look fab in your crimson clothes! xox :-*

(yay! naka-top-up na ko!)

what's new...um...oh yeah, my chidhood friend got pregnant.

ohmygod.

i mean, what does this show? that considering we grew up under almost the same circumstances (well, no, not really...her mother died when we were kids), that i'm gonna get pregant when i'm her age too? (she's, like, five years older than me or something. but still. is that an excuse to get pregnant early???!!!)

anyways...in other news...

i am so bored. i wish i had money. :( i wanna shop!!!!!!

oh yeah...HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S!