0135: The Journey Back, Part 1
I haven't posted in a week. >_< I've sunk to new lows. Still now, I'm not finished with a lot of things I need to do. Ah well. I've been thinking too much again. I wish that I could turn off my brain sometimes. But with my luck, I'd probably just forget to turn it on again. >_<
Note: Different people were involved in all parts of the story. Well, actually the people in the first two parts are the same, but they are different distinct people compared to those in the third and fourth part.
Intro: This is a true story, yet some details are omitted or made unclear for the safety of certain people, most of all me. :) This story is more understandable if you've actually been reading my lj for at least eight months (basically, while I was in Pisay). (Haha, that's long.) Still, I tried to make it reference-free for those who aren't used to my writing style yet.
And you know, I'm still not done with you, Homecoming. There's still another story to write, which will probably appear after my 3rd Departmental Exam in Math on Thursday. :)
An Alumni Homecoming Story in Four Parts:
First Part: Anticipation
Just the thought of seeing you again makes me lose my head, scatter my school papers, makes me dream and dream of things that will never be.
I know I promised to myself that I'd give you up, once and for all, if I managed to escape your peripheral vision, your field of influence. I promised myself the moon if I'd succeed.
I guess it's still too soon to say I've gotten over you, because in the end it is still you I see in my dreams with your shining eyes and your reckless grin. Never you mind what you do in the dreams, kill me, touch me, ignore me, even eat crabsticks with me, as long as you're there giving you up is nothing more than a pipe dream.
And please be kind because I wouldn't know what to do if at the eleventh hour you’d dash or lift my spirits enough to make me do something we'd both regret.
***
Second Part: Desperation
Were you there? I thought I saw you but when I looked closer there was always no one there.
Was it all a dream? Because when I tried to pull your clothes I felt nothing but air under my fingertips.
I waited and waited yet maybe it was all a fantasy. Surely you've come but you'd never wave to me.
Or maybe I'm just being blind, avoiding seeing you, avoiding having your eyes meet mine, your physical self invading my senses, having my brain affix your image to its mind's eye. Maybe this is just another form of self-preservation, an adaptation if you will.
Because I know that once I truly see you, once your eyes rest on my face for even a fleeting second, all my growing without you will have been for naught and I'll be running and running and saying all these words I can never say - I swore I never would say - and heaven help me if I cannot stay away.
***
Third Part: Shattering
I told my classmates and myself that I wouldn't go to Homecoming if I had a pressing assignment for Kom. (Ah yes, the joys of having a dysfunctional teacher with an unquenchable penchant for stuff with a green nature.) That’s the truth, but maybe I was just using that as an excuse.
Why wouldn't I want to go to Homecoming, they asked, if I have nothing to do that weekend. It's free, you'd see all those people you profess to miss, and it'll be sure to be less boring than sitting at home.
I could say that I'm tired from the hassles of Intarmed, of being part of Intarmed 2013, of being in Intarmed 2013’s Block 13, and it wouldn't be a lie. I am tired, drained, and I'm starting to have this disturbing cough that won't go away. Headaches are a nearly daily occurrence and my lungs sometimes want to give out when the days are hot and the pollution clouds in Manila have descended to my nose level. I haven't even mentioned the fact that my legs are hurting and I'm falling down and down and down (and up the stairs) and sometimes no one’s around to help me get back up again. But that's just the safe answer, the one that'll make people nod after they hear it, the one that'll make them breathe a sigh of relief and while they’d be concerned, they probably won't think of it too much after a while (and maybe after a couple of San Mig Light).
So what's the real answer, you ask. You never did like my beating around the bush, but surely you'd have figured out why I persist in doing so. I know you don't want to hear this, but more importantly, I don't want you to hear it.
I didn't want to see you there.
I still think about you everyday, you know. Don't flatter yourself; if you knew what adjectives accompany your name in my mind, you’d not look at me with that half-assed grin of yours like you did in fourth year while I was your newly acquired doormat. Of course my classmates' insistence that we were “close” back then doesn’t help, since it just makes me laugh bitterly while letting all those images of our fatally flawed relationship flitter through my mind, making me bitter and mistrustful all over again. I don't have anyone here who believes me about you, because everyone I know here from before, from the time we occupied the same school space, believes that our relationship was a rose-scented one, even if one of them saw me during the darkest days of our fucked up relationship. How nice selective memory is, when one deludes oneself into only remembering what good memories a friend has with a person, however few and far between they are.
How nice. I can't win anywhere, can I? It's always me who's the bad guy, the one who pulled the trigger, the one who wrecks the other's life. Honestly, you're the master manipulator here, not me. Even those who saw the train wreck in fourth year are on your side, after all. Even those close to me (and don't even know you at all) take your side. It's sometimes almost enough for me to just slam the bathroom door and let the unwrapped razor suggest another use for itself. Then you'd win, though. You'd probably even deliver the damned eulogy at my funeral since apparently we're “close”. Oh the irony, since you probably landed me in the damned coffin (indirectly from my classmates and directly from your ineptitude).
Even if I go to another school in another city I can't escape hearing your name from my classmates' lips (even if most of them have never been your classmate). So why go where I'll be sure to see you, then?
Well, I'm just too nice, I guess. Can't break my classmate’s heart. She wanted me to go so badly.
Never mind if mine's shredded to bits over and over again.
***
Fourth Part: Asphyxiation
I swear I froze up when I saw you there. It'd be like one of those movie moments when the boy and girl see each other and time seems to stop, except we never really looked into each other's eyes - heck, we didn't even “notice” each other. Not to mention in the movies, the boy and girl have this supposed karmatic bond lalala. Hah. All we had was the long-classmate bond, and thank god that’s severed now.
Of course you'd come. You always liked these things, reunions with people you knew before even if you didn’t know them anymore in their present lives. (I won't forget how you tried to resurrect bonds within a former section of ours whose members had already permanently severed any so-called ties with one another in fourth year.) Never mind how little you know of these people, as long as you look nice and friendly and you get to play the role of the good guy, you're happy. Never mind how plastic it all seems when one sees through you, sees what kind of person you really are inside.
Of course I would have to be that person since as fate played it we were the two persons sectionally bound together the most with each other.
I come and I sit next to someone you know well, one we were both worried about in fourth year. I sit and eat and smile as I see so many of my old batchmates, many with longer keratin strands. I avoid the beer, even though I can drink, because I don't want to leave even just a little bit tipsy. I read the colors in my mind and I smile at the way they blend with each other, swirling and dancing and spiraling in the darkened gym.
Then I see my old classmate, tall as he is, and I see you.
You're taller now, your hair's shaggy and long, and I've seen you wear that polo before. You seem darker now, but maybe that's a trick of the dimmed lights. You stay silent beside our mutual friend, yet I see it, see your color waves, those dark dark colors that make the surroundings a pool of inky gray, see them swirl and spiral in the dark gym, completely blotting out everything else surrounding me.
I hum desperately and the surroundings come back into being, and when I look again, you're gone.
I breathe, and talk and talk and laugh and paste a smile on my face, trying to forget all those things that happened a few months ago, trying to think of how much I'd achieved since then. I laugh and cry yet everything seems forced because whenever you come into my peripheral vision I see everything become a world of gray.
And when it seems safe and many of my classmates leave me with nothing to distract me from my world of gray I excuse myself because I don't want to be alone in this world of monochrome. And when I finally leave I shake off the color waves by singing softly, letting my own voice banish the waves of gray, letting me see again the stars and the moon in the sky, my bright yellow and blue Powercard Plus Card.
And I'll go back to school and rebuild, attempt again to forget, try to heal myself with my new friends and interactions in this crazy polluted atmosphere, and try to repair all the damage you’ve wrought in four years brought back again in a single night. Let me fill my head, my world with colors again, let me never be plunged again in that world of monochrome with you as the prison warden and me futilely trying to slip through those dark gray iron bars.
It'll be another sleepless night tonight.
Note (added September 12, 2006): Obviously the person referred to in Parts 1 and 2 is not the same as the person referred to in Parts 3 and 4. Or if they are, I think I may have written a mistake in somewhere. *donk* I believe the person's identity in Parts 3 and 4 is obvious due to a number of key statements. However, it's the person's identity in Parts 1 and 2 that's the same as number 51 in my second contest :)
***
I'm glad I saw Jhud-san and Jar-san at Homecoming :) Although I was shocked by their physical appearance at first. Arvin-san also looks different. Ok, a lot of guys basically got hairier. >_< (As compared to Intarmed males who visit the barber at least once a month?) Still nice to see known people other than those in Intarmed again that are in my age range. :)
I'm glad I got to see a lot of people, although most of them were Lithium. (This was inevitable because apparently they were all attracted - by some sort of chemical/magnetic bond- to the Lithium Intarmed people.) I'm glad I got to see my anime-loving buddies too :)
Hmmm. I got accused of having footbinding done on my feet a lot that night (the lily feet). O.o I know I'm Chinese, but we're not that traditional... And I think my feet are normal sized (if not large)?... 7 and 1/2 to 7 to 6 and 1/2 (for kids)... of course if I chop my toes off like they did in China back then I'd probably lose the 1/2...
Actually, my feet look small compared to my brothers'. One has a 10 shoe size while the other has a 12 shoe size. >_<
I think the shoes I was wearing during homecoming just did a good job of shrinking my feet, that's all. :)
***
Hmmm. Still no technical win in sight. Still anyone's game, I think. I can't end it yet, I guess.
1. Sometimes I wonder if I could go back to those days when it was just me in that dark classroom and you visiting your old classmates before class started. Life was so much simpler when we were in first year. If ever we became seatmates at any point in time (and I think we were), it isn't because of our respective heights.
5. Honestly, I'm tired of all your DeathDay predictions, Trelawney. >_< I hear that you're doing well in Diliman. :) I think we took a Chem makeup exam together because of my illness and your STR project. Donk. You took Robotics in third year. I won't forget your unfortunate encounter with the printed word in first year.
8. I'm sorry but I'm not sorry that my parents are accountants. =P
14. Our first conversation:
You: "Hi Lorraine, I'm _______." *holds out hand*
Me: *confused* "Erm, hi ______." *holds out hand*
*we shake hands*
*you run off, being busy*
Honestly you'd think it was a hit-and-run accident, except I don't think you shake hands with the one who erm, attacked you. I'm glad I was sort of forewarned by one of my second year classmates though, or I'd be even more confused.
20. Meep meep meep. Meep. Meep! Hi meep :) You're pretty prominent on the wired, based on your list of contacts. :)
22. On the first day of classes, you introduced me to your family. Would have been intimidating but you were a girl too. :) Your third year section is Rubidium. I'm sure because I saw it when we studied the Iliad, your third year prom gown is purple.
23. It was our mutual desire to be AdProg partners, but two people beat us to each other. Did that make sense? Well, either way, I think we did well with AdProg :) I don't know if you still play Ragnarok, though. You were in a Pure Sci section in second year. Jean-san (partner is Kido-san), by polayn_jap (Bonus points if you state the two people who beat us to each other.) // Note: One bonus point still up for grabs (whoever was my partner).
29. You like to sing that song from the CardCaptor Sakura Movie. It's very odd, seeing as it's a high-pitched song and you... well, it doesn't really fit your outside appearance. I won't forget those moments you erm... made high-pitched surprised sounds (tili). Your first year section is Opal, I think.
30. I know what advanced bloodline trait you'd want in Naruto. :) Sometimes it's your parents that text me instead of you. O.o (Bonus point for the name of the advanced bloodline trait.)
40. You don't look it, but you know a lot of chismis. >_< It's nice that we got to talk during our mutual cramming of STR in fourth year. Your second year section was Adelfa. You wanted me to go to Ateneo like you were, but in the end neither of us did. O.o
42. A conversation in third year:
You: "Hindi na istrostroll ko si Lorraine, iba na ang iisipin ko kung ganon."
Me: "Sino ba nagsabi na gusto ko na istroll mo ako?"
Obviously, we both sang the same song in the English presentation in third year. I think you have a problem with your hair... rather, your tendency to put your falling hairs in your Physics notebook. >_< You had Tech Skills in 2nd year.
44. I wish I was as brave as you, Rosal girl. :)
51. In a sad, sad way, this livejournal of mine is a testament, a monument, to you. But I'm happy, because in a way my livejournal, nay, our interactions, have helped me grow and change and become someone different yet still essentially the same.
52. You finished off 142 pesos of my load in first year, and never paid it. Waaah. But honestly, I don't mind my not collecting it ever, since I guess you had more problems than that come another year. I'm not sure what to call you, because of certain other people that exist.
53. We never really talked, even though I knew a lot of people from your 1st year section and I think we even had the same elective in third year. Well, I remember seeing you in my 4th year classroom once, lost to the world, embraced by the need to well... that would be telling. Your full name, I'm not sure of it, but I'm sure a lot of people know it because of your erm... "charms"?
56. I feel sorry for your bunny, Diamond boy. Eep. I wish you had not told me about what you did to it. But then, I guess it is my fault for asking in the first place. We had the same grade school instrument at one point, I think. But I guess it is relatively common. And hmmm, I talked to you many times in 4th year, though I guess I talked to your erm, classmate more because of a certain subject teacher's requirements.
58. We've spoken many a time as of now, but our first first encounter was late in fourth year. Talk about delayed meetings. I know a lot of people who know you, and you me, but I guess we just never really got to know each other. I like that you have a steady hand, but I guess I just don't have your patience. I believe that you had WebDev as your 4th year CompSci class.
59. I helped cut/process your dead erm... materials for your STR2 project because I just happened to be in the area along with my similarly-signed groupmate. If we walk, we walk and walk and maybe we'll stop for a nice snack. I don't want to watch a movie with you that involves the actor who played a certain marked man ever again. (Bonus point if you name the actor.)
60. I wish I had met you, so that I could understand why people had such strong opinions about you. I almost did, but fate and people I never met got in the way. Your last name rhymes with my dormmate's last name. (Bonus point for the dormmate's last name.)
61. My first encounter with you was when we both had to take a certain post-quarter test in Pisay. (Not that it was much, considering that we both had to bust our brains out answering the danged thing.) Would you believe that it was also our last encounter? It wouldn't have been, and our proximity would have been really minute at a certain time if not for certain 11th hour developments. Ah well, my friend who worked with you once (because of what, I'm not sure, but it isn't because of height or grades) in second year told me you were ok. (Bonus point for naming the friend who worked with the person.)
Already answered (correctly) numbers:
Rank 1: chnzo
Total: 16
18 = Aboom (and the bonus point, Xavier)
21 = Jman-san
23 = (one of the bonus points, Kido-san)
24 = Josef-san (but not the bonus point)
26 = Alvin-san (A. V. C.)
32 = Francine-san
34 = Franz-san
36 = Clao-Clao
38 = Karlo B.
39 = Xavier-san
45 = Tessa-chan
49 = Piuse
50 = Alba-san
55 = Arvin-san
57 = Monch
Rank 2:polayn_jap
Total: 10
4 = Clar-san
10 = Leo-san
11 = Kel-san
23 = Jean-san (but not the bonus points)
25 = Tatat-san
28 = Alvin-san (J. A. P.)
33 = Sam
37 = Desa-san
47 = Alyssa-san
48 = Kido-san
Rank 3: oatmeal_cookie
7 = Vinni-san
9 = Bea-san
12 = Joan-san
13 = Julia-san
17 = Nico-san
43 = Lara-san
Rank 3: spikedcarapace
3 = Jhud-san
16 = Hopia-san
19 = GJ-san
27 = Abuzo-san (and the bonus point, Gem-san)
31 = Dingdong
Rank 4: quickerbrownfox
15 = Gelyn-san
41 = Andoki-san
Rank 4: prettierdanpink
2 = Ruth-san
35 = Eric-san
Rank 4: josef_enigma
24 = (the bonus point, Andoki-san)
54 = Miel-san
Rank 5: bottled_ether
6 = Abellar-san
Rank 5: twisted_rebel06
46 = Elmar-san
Right now, Vinni-san's still leading :)
***
I fell up the stairs last Friday :( (And no, that's not a mistake. I really did fall "up" the stairs as opposed to "down". I fell on a higher step from whence I came. Only happens to me.) I now have a very unattractive bruise on my left leg, and it's all for nothing since we didn't succeed. >_<
Why oh why must we not succeed in walking out of Kom??? (Success Rate: 1 in 3 attempts. And we only got the one because we hid in the secret RH area for around 10 minutes.)
***
Please get well soon, my almost name-twin... (or is it name almost-twin? >_<)
***
I finished collecting the Pokemon Advanced Generation Happy Meal Set :) (Note: This is the one created for the release of Movie 8.)
I remember the old days in grade school when I tried to complete old sets... like the 101 Dalmatian set that I did not complete even after it was repeated (because of the live-action film) and the Snoopy set (with 28 different countries) that I did finish... and the old Hot Wheels cars and the little Barbie dolls...
I wonder how many Happy Meals I've bought in this lifetime so far... and how many I'll buy in my lifetime, whether it be for myself or for future spawn (LOL)...
Note: Different people were involved in all parts of the story. Well, actually the people in the first two parts are the same, but they are different distinct people compared to those in the third and fourth part.
Intro: This is a true story, yet some details are omitted or made unclear for the safety of certain people, most of all me. :) This story is more understandable if you've actually been reading my lj for at least eight months (basically, while I was in Pisay). (Haha, that's long.) Still, I tried to make it reference-free for those who aren't used to my writing style yet.
And you know, I'm still not done with you, Homecoming. There's still another story to write, which will probably appear after my 3rd Departmental Exam in Math on Thursday. :)
An Alumni Homecoming Story in Four Parts:
First Part: Anticipation
Just the thought of seeing you again makes me lose my head, scatter my school papers, makes me dream and dream of things that will never be.
I know I promised to myself that I'd give you up, once and for all, if I managed to escape your peripheral vision, your field of influence. I promised myself the moon if I'd succeed.
I guess it's still too soon to say I've gotten over you, because in the end it is still you I see in my dreams with your shining eyes and your reckless grin. Never you mind what you do in the dreams, kill me, touch me, ignore me, even eat crabsticks with me, as long as you're there giving you up is nothing more than a pipe dream.
And please be kind because I wouldn't know what to do if at the eleventh hour you’d dash or lift my spirits enough to make me do something we'd both regret.
***
Second Part: Desperation
Were you there? I thought I saw you but when I looked closer there was always no one there.
Was it all a dream? Because when I tried to pull your clothes I felt nothing but air under my fingertips.
I waited and waited yet maybe it was all a fantasy. Surely you've come but you'd never wave to me.
Or maybe I'm just being blind, avoiding seeing you, avoiding having your eyes meet mine, your physical self invading my senses, having my brain affix your image to its mind's eye. Maybe this is just another form of self-preservation, an adaptation if you will.
Because I know that once I truly see you, once your eyes rest on my face for even a fleeting second, all my growing without you will have been for naught and I'll be running and running and saying all these words I can never say - I swore I never would say - and heaven help me if I cannot stay away.
***
Third Part: Shattering
I told my classmates and myself that I wouldn't go to Homecoming if I had a pressing assignment for Kom. (Ah yes, the joys of having a dysfunctional teacher with an unquenchable penchant for stuff with a green nature.) That’s the truth, but maybe I was just using that as an excuse.
Why wouldn't I want to go to Homecoming, they asked, if I have nothing to do that weekend. It's free, you'd see all those people you profess to miss, and it'll be sure to be less boring than sitting at home.
I could say that I'm tired from the hassles of Intarmed, of being part of Intarmed 2013, of being in Intarmed 2013’s Block 13, and it wouldn't be a lie. I am tired, drained, and I'm starting to have this disturbing cough that won't go away. Headaches are a nearly daily occurrence and my lungs sometimes want to give out when the days are hot and the pollution clouds in Manila have descended to my nose level. I haven't even mentioned the fact that my legs are hurting and I'm falling down and down and down (and up the stairs) and sometimes no one’s around to help me get back up again. But that's just the safe answer, the one that'll make people nod after they hear it, the one that'll make them breathe a sigh of relief and while they’d be concerned, they probably won't think of it too much after a while (and maybe after a couple of San Mig Light).
So what's the real answer, you ask. You never did like my beating around the bush, but surely you'd have figured out why I persist in doing so. I know you don't want to hear this, but more importantly, I don't want you to hear it.
I didn't want to see you there.
I still think about you everyday, you know. Don't flatter yourself; if you knew what adjectives accompany your name in my mind, you’d not look at me with that half-assed grin of yours like you did in fourth year while I was your newly acquired doormat. Of course my classmates' insistence that we were “close” back then doesn’t help, since it just makes me laugh bitterly while letting all those images of our fatally flawed relationship flitter through my mind, making me bitter and mistrustful all over again. I don't have anyone here who believes me about you, because everyone I know here from before, from the time we occupied the same school space, believes that our relationship was a rose-scented one, even if one of them saw me during the darkest days of our fucked up relationship. How nice selective memory is, when one deludes oneself into only remembering what good memories a friend has with a person, however few and far between they are.
How nice. I can't win anywhere, can I? It's always me who's the bad guy, the one who pulled the trigger, the one who wrecks the other's life. Honestly, you're the master manipulator here, not me. Even those who saw the train wreck in fourth year are on your side, after all. Even those close to me (and don't even know you at all) take your side. It's sometimes almost enough for me to just slam the bathroom door and let the unwrapped razor suggest another use for itself. Then you'd win, though. You'd probably even deliver the damned eulogy at my funeral since apparently we're “close”. Oh the irony, since you probably landed me in the damned coffin (indirectly from my classmates and directly from your ineptitude).
Even if I go to another school in another city I can't escape hearing your name from my classmates' lips (even if most of them have never been your classmate). So why go where I'll be sure to see you, then?
Well, I'm just too nice, I guess. Can't break my classmate’s heart. She wanted me to go so badly.
Never mind if mine's shredded to bits over and over again.
***
Fourth Part: Asphyxiation
I swear I froze up when I saw you there. It'd be like one of those movie moments when the boy and girl see each other and time seems to stop, except we never really looked into each other's eyes - heck, we didn't even “notice” each other. Not to mention in the movies, the boy and girl have this supposed karmatic bond lalala. Hah. All we had was the long-classmate bond, and thank god that’s severed now.
Of course you'd come. You always liked these things, reunions with people you knew before even if you didn’t know them anymore in their present lives. (I won't forget how you tried to resurrect bonds within a former section of ours whose members had already permanently severed any so-called ties with one another in fourth year.) Never mind how little you know of these people, as long as you look nice and friendly and you get to play the role of the good guy, you're happy. Never mind how plastic it all seems when one sees through you, sees what kind of person you really are inside.
Of course I would have to be that person since as fate played it we were the two persons sectionally bound together the most with each other.
I come and I sit next to someone you know well, one we were both worried about in fourth year. I sit and eat and smile as I see so many of my old batchmates, many with longer keratin strands. I avoid the beer, even though I can drink, because I don't want to leave even just a little bit tipsy. I read the colors in my mind and I smile at the way they blend with each other, swirling and dancing and spiraling in the darkened gym.
Then I see my old classmate, tall as he is, and I see you.
You're taller now, your hair's shaggy and long, and I've seen you wear that polo before. You seem darker now, but maybe that's a trick of the dimmed lights. You stay silent beside our mutual friend, yet I see it, see your color waves, those dark dark colors that make the surroundings a pool of inky gray, see them swirl and spiral in the dark gym, completely blotting out everything else surrounding me.
I hum desperately and the surroundings come back into being, and when I look again, you're gone.
I breathe, and talk and talk and laugh and paste a smile on my face, trying to forget all those things that happened a few months ago, trying to think of how much I'd achieved since then. I laugh and cry yet everything seems forced because whenever you come into my peripheral vision I see everything become a world of gray.
And when it seems safe and many of my classmates leave me with nothing to distract me from my world of gray I excuse myself because I don't want to be alone in this world of monochrome. And when I finally leave I shake off the color waves by singing softly, letting my own voice banish the waves of gray, letting me see again the stars and the moon in the sky, my bright yellow and blue Powercard Plus Card.
And I'll go back to school and rebuild, attempt again to forget, try to heal myself with my new friends and interactions in this crazy polluted atmosphere, and try to repair all the damage you’ve wrought in four years brought back again in a single night. Let me fill my head, my world with colors again, let me never be plunged again in that world of monochrome with you as the prison warden and me futilely trying to slip through those dark gray iron bars.
It'll be another sleepless night tonight.
Note (added September 12, 2006): Obviously the person referred to in Parts 1 and 2 is not the same as the person referred to in Parts 3 and 4. Or if they are, I think I may have written a mistake in somewhere. *donk* I believe the person's identity in Parts 3 and 4 is obvious due to a number of key statements. However, it's the person's identity in Parts 1 and 2 that's the same as number 51 in my second contest :)
***
I'm glad I saw Jhud-san and Jar-san at Homecoming :) Although I was shocked by their physical appearance at first. Arvin-san also looks different. Ok, a lot of guys basically got hairier. >_< (As compared to Intarmed males who visit the barber at least once a month?) Still nice to see known people other than those in Intarmed again that are in my age range. :)
I'm glad I got to see a lot of people, although most of them were Lithium. (This was inevitable because apparently they were all attracted - by some sort of chemical/magnetic bond- to the Lithium Intarmed people.) I'm glad I got to see my anime-loving buddies too :)
Hmmm. I got accused of having footbinding done on my feet a lot that night (the lily feet). O.o I know I'm Chinese, but we're not that traditional... And I think my feet are normal sized (if not large)?... 7 and 1/2 to 7 to 6 and 1/2 (for kids)... of course if I chop my toes off like they did in China back then I'd probably lose the 1/2...
Actually, my feet look small compared to my brothers'. One has a 10 shoe size while the other has a 12 shoe size. >_<
I think the shoes I was wearing during homecoming just did a good job of shrinking my feet, that's all. :)
***
Hmmm. Still no technical win in sight. Still anyone's game, I think. I can't end it yet, I guess.
1. Sometimes I wonder if I could go back to those days when it was just me in that dark classroom and you visiting your old classmates before class started. Life was so much simpler when we were in first year. If ever we became seatmates at any point in time (and I think we were), it isn't because of our respective heights.
5. Honestly, I'm tired of all your DeathDay predictions, Trelawney. >_< I hear that you're doing well in Diliman. :) I think we took a Chem makeup exam together because of my illness and your STR project. Donk. You took Robotics in third year. I won't forget your unfortunate encounter with the printed word in first year.
8. I'm sorry but I'm not sorry that my parents are accountants. =P
14. Our first conversation:
You: "Hi Lorraine, I'm _______." *holds out hand*
Me: *confused* "Erm, hi ______." *holds out hand*
*we shake hands*
*you run off, being busy*
Honestly you'd think it was a hit-and-run accident, except I don't think you shake hands with the one who erm, attacked you. I'm glad I was sort of forewarned by one of my second year classmates though, or I'd be even more confused.
20. Meep meep meep. Meep. Meep! Hi meep :) You're pretty prominent on the wired, based on your list of contacts. :)
22. On the first day of classes, you introduced me to your family. Would have been intimidating but you were a girl too. :) Your third year section is Rubidium. I'm sure because I saw it when we studied the Iliad, your third year prom gown is purple.
23. It was our mutual desire to be AdProg partners, but two people beat us to each other. Did that make sense? Well, either way, I think we did well with AdProg :) I don't know if you still play Ragnarok, though. You were in a Pure Sci section in second year. Jean-san (partner is Kido-san), by polayn_jap (Bonus points if you state the two people who beat us to each other.) // Note: One bonus point still up for grabs (whoever was my partner).
29. You like to sing that song from the CardCaptor Sakura Movie. It's very odd, seeing as it's a high-pitched song and you... well, it doesn't really fit your outside appearance. I won't forget those moments you erm... made high-pitched surprised sounds (tili). Your first year section is Opal, I think.
30. I know what advanced bloodline trait you'd want in Naruto. :) Sometimes it's your parents that text me instead of you. O.o (Bonus point for the name of the advanced bloodline trait.)
40. You don't look it, but you know a lot of chismis. >_< It's nice that we got to talk during our mutual cramming of STR in fourth year. Your second year section was Adelfa. You wanted me to go to Ateneo like you were, but in the end neither of us did. O.o
42. A conversation in third year:
You: "Hindi na istrostroll ko si Lorraine, iba na ang iisipin ko kung ganon."
Me: "Sino ba nagsabi na gusto ko na istroll mo ako?"
Obviously, we both sang the same song in the English presentation in third year. I think you have a problem with your hair... rather, your tendency to put your falling hairs in your Physics notebook. >_< You had Tech Skills in 2nd year.
44. I wish I was as brave as you, Rosal girl. :)
51. In a sad, sad way, this livejournal of mine is a testament, a monument, to you. But I'm happy, because in a way my livejournal, nay, our interactions, have helped me grow and change and become someone different yet still essentially the same.
52. You finished off 142 pesos of my load in first year, and never paid it. Waaah. But honestly, I don't mind my not collecting it ever, since I guess you had more problems than that come another year. I'm not sure what to call you, because of certain other people that exist.
53. We never really talked, even though I knew a lot of people from your 1st year section and I think we even had the same elective in third year. Well, I remember seeing you in my 4th year classroom once, lost to the world, embraced by the need to well... that would be telling. Your full name, I'm not sure of it, but I'm sure a lot of people know it because of your erm... "charms"?
56. I feel sorry for your bunny, Diamond boy. Eep. I wish you had not told me about what you did to it. But then, I guess it is my fault for asking in the first place. We had the same grade school instrument at one point, I think. But I guess it is relatively common. And hmmm, I talked to you many times in 4th year, though I guess I talked to your erm, classmate more because of a certain subject teacher's requirements.
58. We've spoken many a time as of now, but our first first encounter was late in fourth year. Talk about delayed meetings. I know a lot of people who know you, and you me, but I guess we just never really got to know each other. I like that you have a steady hand, but I guess I just don't have your patience. I believe that you had WebDev as your 4th year CompSci class.
59. I helped cut/process your dead erm... materials for your STR2 project because I just happened to be in the area along with my similarly-signed groupmate. If we walk, we walk and walk and maybe we'll stop for a nice snack. I don't want to watch a movie with you that involves the actor who played a certain marked man ever again. (Bonus point if you name the actor.)
60. I wish I had met you, so that I could understand why people had such strong opinions about you. I almost did, but fate and people I never met got in the way. Your last name rhymes with my dormmate's last name. (Bonus point for the dormmate's last name.)
61. My first encounter with you was when we both had to take a certain post-quarter test in Pisay. (Not that it was much, considering that we both had to bust our brains out answering the danged thing.) Would you believe that it was also our last encounter? It wouldn't have been, and our proximity would have been really minute at a certain time if not for certain 11th hour developments. Ah well, my friend who worked with you once (because of what, I'm not sure, but it isn't because of height or grades) in second year told me you were ok. (Bonus point for naming the friend who worked with the person.)
Already answered (correctly) numbers:
Rank 1: chnzo
Total: 16
18 = Aboom (and the bonus point, Xavier)
21 = Jman-san
23 = (one of the bonus points, Kido-san)
24 = Josef-san (but not the bonus point)
26 = Alvin-san (A. V. C.)
32 = Francine-san
34 = Franz-san
36 = Clao-Clao
38 = Karlo B.
39 = Xavier-san
45 = Tessa-chan
49 = Piuse
50 = Alba-san
55 = Arvin-san
57 = Monch
Rank 2:polayn_jap
Total: 10
4 = Clar-san
10 = Leo-san
11 = Kel-san
23 = Jean-san (but not the bonus points)
25 = Tatat-san
28 = Alvin-san (J. A. P.)
33 = Sam
37 = Desa-san
47 = Alyssa-san
48 = Kido-san
Rank 3: oatmeal_cookie
7 = Vinni-san
9 = Bea-san
12 = Joan-san
13 = Julia-san
17 = Nico-san
43 = Lara-san
Rank 3: spikedcarapace
3 = Jhud-san
16 = Hopia-san
19 = GJ-san
27 = Abuzo-san (and the bonus point, Gem-san)
31 = Dingdong
Rank 4: quickerbrownfox
15 = Gelyn-san
41 = Andoki-san
Rank 4: prettierdanpink
2 = Ruth-san
35 = Eric-san
Rank 4: josef_enigma
24 = (the bonus point, Andoki-san)
54 = Miel-san
Rank 5: bottled_ether
6 = Abellar-san
Rank 5: twisted_rebel06
46 = Elmar-san
Right now, Vinni-san's still leading :)
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I fell up the stairs last Friday :( (And no, that's not a mistake. I really did fall "up" the stairs as opposed to "down". I fell on a higher step from whence I came. Only happens to me.) I now have a very unattractive bruise on my left leg, and it's all for nothing since we didn't succeed. >_<
Why oh why must we not succeed in walking out of Kom??? (Success Rate: 1 in 3 attempts. And we only got the one because we hid in the secret RH area for around 10 minutes.)
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Please get well soon, my almost name-twin... (or is it name almost-twin? >_<)
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I finished collecting the Pokemon Advanced Generation Happy Meal Set :) (Note: This is the one created for the release of Movie 8.)
I remember the old days in grade school when I tried to complete old sets... like the 101 Dalmatian set that I did not complete even after it was repeated (because of the live-action film) and the Snoopy set (with 28 different countries) that I did finish... and the old Hot Wheels cars and the little Barbie dolls...
I wonder how many Happy Meals I've bought in this lifetime so far... and how many I'll buy in my lifetime, whether it be for myself or for future spawn (LOL)...