The last things on my mind if the world ended now

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My house is definitely haunted, or rather, my bedroom is. I’m not really scared or anything because my life is so boring that I think having our own family specter is actually kind of cool. But a ghost is a ghost just the same, and I wouldn’t want to actually see it with my own eyes. I’m such a coward; I get goosebumps listening to ghost stories. If I saw a ghost I’d probably faint dead away.

Last night as I was drifting away to sleep, I heard this kind of faint snoring sound. Thinking it was the cat sleeping beside my sister, I asked, “Marielle, is that the cat snoring?” A few seconds later she was like, “No.” And then she got up from her bed and ran to the door. I followed suit and Marielle was like, “I heard the snoring sound too, and it wasn’t the cat. It was coming from outside the window!” (She has the bed next to the window.) Terrified, we both ran like a couple of seven-year olds to our parents’ bedroom.

My dad went outside to check what was making the noise but he couldn’t find anything. And then the strange thing was, it stopped when we finally found the courage to go back to our bedroom.

And then a couple of days ago, my mom said she heard banging sounds coming from our bedroom. She thought that it was one of us throwing a tantrum or looking for something because she heard the closet doors opening and closing. So she went to our bedroom to investigate, but there was no one inside. I had been playing Playstation2 in the den for the past hour or so, and my sister was in my brother’s room. The helpers were at church so it couldn’t have been them either. And other than the three of us, no one else was home.

Cool.

So today is the last day of 2002, and it’s been an okay year. Next year will be better, I swear, because I’m finally finally going to college! I can’t believe I have only three months till graduation. So near, yet so far…

New Years’ Resolution: buy myself a new comb and put it under lock and key. My sister keeps borrowing my comb and ends up losing it, which is why my hair has been like crap the past couple of weeks. I’m not really fussy about my hair, unlike my friends who comb them like every five seconds. In fact, I can go through an entire day without combing and still look presentable. I mean, it’s just…hair. Of course, I do want to look nice, which is why I need to get my ass to the mall and buy myself another comb soon.

I don’t have any real New Year’s Resolutions, actually. I believe in self-improvement throughout the year, not just on New Year’s Eve. However, I do plan to be more sociable and headstrong next year. And less lazy too. I wonder, though…what kind of person will I be 364 days from now?

Happy New Year everyone.

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buod ng dekada 70- summary of dekada 70

Out of curiosity and boredom, I went to Glorietta 4 to check out Dekada ‘70 and Mano Po, and see for myself if the latter really deserved to win the Best Film award for the Manila Film Festival. Well, this is what I think: Mano Po wasn’t a very good movie and I was disappointed because I wanted to love it, I really did. The story of Mano Po was all right until the part where the two sisters got rescued from their kidnappers. But after that it needlessly dragged on in a corny, dramatic way for another half hour before it ended. If you looked closely at some of the actors’ faces, you could see that the sides of their foreheads have tape on them to make their eyes smaller. And Cogie Domingo’s heavily-accented Tagalog sounds downright ridiculous. However, I do love the costumes and the make-up, especially Amy Austria’s (she reminds me a little of Victoria Beckham). I’m kind of in the dark about Filipino celebrities, and this is the first time I saw what Ara Mina looks like. No wonder everyone says she looks so much like Michelle Branch; they resemble each other so much, they could be mistaken for sisters! Kris Aquino was there to my surprise; I didn’t know you could star in two nominated films at the same time (she had a cameo role in Dekada ‘70). Her acting is…not very good. But then again, mine is probably worse.

Dekada ‘70 is such a poignant movie. I swear, you have to see it–it is so worth your money. It’s kind of sad cos there was barely anyone in the theater, whereas the line for Mano Po was really long. Watching Dekada made me kind of wish that I was alive during the Martial Law days. I can’t really say if I’d be brave enough to join those rallies and risk being caught, tortured and eventually killed by Marcos’ intelligence agents. But I’d probably become a student activist anyway, even if my parents forbade me to. I wouldn’t want to appear cowardly and indifferent to the country’s political situation. Even if I am afraid of physical torture, I’d rather take the risk of being caught than do nothing except watch the Philippines go to the dogs (as if it already isn’t). Besides, I might want to brag to my future children and grandchildren about how I was thisclose to getting my head smashed by a riot police’s club.

Went shopping a little and bought a new frame (glasses). They’re these black square things and I look very college-like and smart in them. Of course, looks can be very deceiving. I finally found a black beret too, but I’ll have wait until Angelica comes back from the province before I get it. She didn’t get me anything for Christmas but she said she’d buy me a black beret the next time we go shopping.

Five more days until Doomsday, a.k.a. the day the ACET results come out! Chris is actually going to Ateneo on the 4th to see the list of those who passed, and I asked him to look for my name for me. I am so scared. I really hope he calls with good news, just like I did when I found out that we both made it to La Salle.

Summary of Dekada 70:

Dekada ‘70 is a story of a family caught in the midst of a tumultuous time in Philippine history - the martial law years. Amanda (Vilma Santos) and Julian (Christopher de Leon) is a picture of a middle class couple with conservative ideologies, who must deal with raising their children, five boys - Jules, Isagani, Emmanuel, Jason and Bingo in an era marked by passion, fear unrest and social chaos. As siblings struggle to accept the differences of their ideologies, as a father faces the painful dissent of his children, a mother’s love will prove to be the most resilient force of all. Amanda, whose voice is most resonant in the unfolding of this family’s tale, will awaken to the needs of her own self, as she embarks on a journey of discovery to realize who she is as a wife, a mother, a woman, and a Filipino.

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Is anyone out there cos it’s getting harder to breathe

Hmm. I was supposed to go to Club V tonight with Glaiza and Kriya, but at the last minute we decided it would be better if we went out next Wednesday or Friday instead. Can’t decide if I’m disappointed or relieved about staying at home on a Saturday night. A little bit of both, I guess. I don’t really like clubbing much, but then again it’s something different to do and it makes up for the sameness of my everyday existence.

Today I sent in the last of my college applications. All I need to do now is sit back and wait. I really hope I get to study in the States but then again, I wouldn’t mind staying here too. Because either way, I’ll be out of high school, meeting cooler, smarter people who won’t give me weird looks when I say that a vial of your blood is the coolest gift you could ever give to someone. I find it so strange how my friends think I’m weird because I have different ideas, when I’m actually very, very normal and mainstream compared to a lot of people I know. It bothers me.

So…yeah. My break is not going very well. Almost everyone is still on vacation and I’ve got no one to hang out with at all. Except for my PlayStation2.