I'm going to count them off, one by one, just to feel like I've accomplished something! Hurray for me. Haha.
First off: Tuwaang!
Of course, since it was a play done in Tagalog I did not have a speaking part. Haha. I didn't even have an acting part! No facial expressions or lengthy lines for me. We left all that to Apoyon and Roy. And hey, they did a really, REALLY good job of it. Ahem, 130 percent. Hahaha. I helped a lot with the props though. Man, did we use a lot of gold stuff.
Exams!
I don't know why I'm mentioning these, but hey. They were a huge amount of stress-inducing whatevers that I really could've done without. It was pure hell, man. Especially the book of Job. e_e Also, Physics. Also, Chem. Also, Bio. BUT HEY MATH WAS SO NOT HARD. WAHOO. For once, math looked kindly upon me. X3
Parade of the Gods.
And yes, we plagiarized Hunger Games for our posters. But oh c'mon. Nobody else had that idea. Or if they did.. we beat 'em to it. Haha. Besides. We were up first. Stress, man. We had to think quickly and go with whatever we could.
Are you, are you,
coming to see
an Anthropomorphic Affair
on August fifteen?
Crazy are the gods,
no crazier would they be
if they invited us to party
from 2:10 to 3.
[THE GODS HAVE RESCHEDULED]
Anyway. The whole thing was a success, if I do say so myself. I started off the party with a bang. Haha. And most of my classmates had wonderful speeches! You know, I think writing your own script has a part in how well you pull it off. It's not that the script editors weren't good; I concede that we did a good job with nip/tuck-ing the scripts. It's just that when you're the one who writes your own script.. you feel it more. You know how you want to say it. The words are your own, so you give more of yourself into the performance. It really, and I mean really, makes a difference. C'mon. Wynken (Aphrodite) wrote her own speech. And we all know how.. ahem, captivating she was. Roy (Ares) wrote his, too. And so did Paul (Apollo). And Kristine (Artemis)! And.. well.. I'm not going to name names [anymore] but from everything I just said I think you know the flipside. And no, not us.
Bio. project!
This wasn't too bad. I made Edward Cullen's chromosome! :> Hahaha. It was the tallest and most glittery of them all. OHMYGOSH IT'S TRUE. =))) Submetacentric! Mhmm. Though it took a while for all of us to make it, and we even let ourselves become absent in the flag cem. So they made us hold one of our own, and just yesterday we got called into the DO's office where ma'am told us to never, ever do it again. e_e Oh well.
Essays!
- Boy and Girl week blahblah
I wrote ten pages of crap. Yes, ten pages of crap. Because I did not want to write what I absolutely KNEW would be accepted. I mean, let's face it. Seven years in Miriam has taught me exactly what adults want to hear when they ask you to write essays. I'm actually confident enough to say that if I'd written the way I knew they wanted me to have written, I'd have gotten in, no doubts. Yes, I am THAT confident. It's really easy, too. But I did not want to lie to myself. I did not want to tarnish my writer's soul with the disgusting taint of writing to impress. I've had to do that just to survive in MC, and now that I'm free not to, I most certainly will not. And so I wrote ten pages of pure, utter drivel, knowing that I would never get in but at least I wasn't lying to myself. And I was right! I didn't get in. HURRAY. Haha. I only used that essay thing as an excuse to stay til Saturday anyway. :P And yes, honey, you know why. Hahaha.
- PotG blahblah
This wasn't major, but I wanted something to write about. Haha. We had to write down our rxn blahblahblah. I was... slightly honest. I was actually on a roll! Cynic, angry, parinig me was coming back out. BUT I HAD NO TIME TO FINISH. So I ended the way MC has trained me to end ALL my rxn essays: With a moral lesson. Come to think of it.. Pisay is no different. Very few schools are actually any different. THEY ALL WANT US TO HAVE A FUCKING LESSON AT THE END OF THE FUCKING DAY. THEY CAN'T ACCEPT THAT SOMETIMES YOU DON'T NEED TO LEARNS FUCKING LESSON THAT DAY. MAYBE THERE AREN'T ENOUGH LESSONS TO BE FUCKING LEARNED GODDAMNIT. Well anyway. Yes, this is slightly hypocritical. But the moral lesson was in keeping with the rest of the essay, and it was very acerbic and parinig.
Shit, I still remember some of my first sentences..
I will not litter this essay with overly mushy, sentimental memories and moments I had with my classmates, nor will I stain it with synonyms that even the most pretentious thesauruses deny having. I find that a complete waste of my readers' time, and mine.
I love my bitchy self. Haha.
Titibok-tibok!
I wasn't there on Thursday, but they didn't need me anyway. I had no speaking part, plus I'd had enough of making props and attending EVERY SINGLE meeting. Three years we've been doing this, people, and still we haven't improved. Even my maid's pissed. They say we start at seven, people get there around eleven. Sometimes they go in the damn afternoon. Sometimes they don't even go. :/ So yeah. I kind of didn't give a fuck. I mean, seriously. I always, always get there before most people even wake up. Fuck you, man. If you won't do it, why should I? Wonderful student mentality, right?
ANYWAY. The play was, in my classmates' words, great success! Haha. It was purely for the lulz. And everybody loved it! Yay. Haha.
I think that's all I have to say about school. Now, for the better part of my blog entry: BEHEMOTH.
For those of you who don't already know: I've recently acquired to sequels to two awesome, awesome books. And yes, the sequels are every bit deserving of their titles.
There's Throne of Fire, which is a Rick Riordan book, so basically.. 'nuff said. =)))
And then there's Behemoth. Aah, Behemoth. You are lovely. GAH. I've read it thrice. This is my fourth time re-reading it. And it still has not gotten old. I MEAN WHOA. It's steampunk! It's fucking steampunk! Waaah. Haha.
It picked up where Leviathan left off, with Alek and his men in the care of the British airship and headed towards the Ottoman Empire on a diplomatic mission. Or maybe I'm going too fast?
Leviathan kicks off with a murder. Two, to be exact. Archduke Franz-Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie. Yup, it starts World War One. Of course, their only son Alek doesn't know that yet. His men steal him away to one of their erm.. I forgot what you call it.. basta.. it's not a zeppelin. But it's a runner. It moves, and it can fight.
DAMNIT STILL MOVING TOO FAST. =))) GAH. Okay.
The world is divided into two kinds. Clanker and Darwinist. Clankers use machinery. Lots of it. They're all about cogs and gears, metal and oil. Mekanzimat, in other words. Darwinists, on the other hand, well.. you can pretty much tell, from the name. They dabble with the "threads of life" and weave together new creations. So in a war, Clankers would fight with tanks and guns (keep in mind, these are SUPER awesome) and Darwinists would use animals that had mutations to fight and be used as weapons. Both sides have their own slightly-twisted sense of logic, and that's what makes Deryn and Alek [ Darwinist and Clanker, respectively ] and their faithful bickering so endearing. (:
Okay back to the story! Deryn is a girl pretending to be a boy [Dylan] to join the Air Force because she feels at home in the air and she wants to honor her father's memory. Which is so completely awwww.. though she's a tad too headstrong and smart-alecky for me. I don't like girl characters like that. Too Sue. You know what I mean. I like Alek better. He's kind of oblivious, but he means well. It's so adorable. Reminds me of someone. Haha. He's just trying to do the right thing and fulfill his duty [the Pope signed a letter saying he could inherit the throne of Austria-Hungary even if his mother was a commoner and Franz-..Josef(?) hates him a lot] and he makes mistakes like the next prince. He's real. Not Stu. Waah. Haha.
BEHEMOTH NOW. Because that up there was Leviathan.
Oh wait no, that was just the background. -_- Damn. Anyway! Alek runs to the Alps with his men including Count Volger, who is now basically his guardian. Leviathan crashes in the Alps after an attack by German zeppelins, who are looking for Alek so they can kill him 'cause they don't want his existence to complicate who gets the Austria-Hungary throne next. And um. Alek gets stranded in the snow trying to find out what a huge British airship is doing in Switzerland, which is a neutral country. Deryn rescues him, and then when Volger comes for him Deryn holds a knife to Alek's neck to gain safety. Blahblah, politics, blahblah. The german zepp's are really dangerous, apparently, so Alek gives the Leviathan their supplies, and also Clanker engines because otherwise it won't be able to leave. In exchange, the Leviathan crew must take them in, and keep them safe from the Germans. That's basically it.
The entire airship's headed for the Ottoman Empire, because Britain made the sultan a warship.. but Churchill thought his country needed it more than the Turks did 'cause Constantinople is also a neutral country. But the Turks didn't like this.. so people are scared that they'll go to the Clanker side, because most of their country is mekanzimat already. O:
ON TO BEHEMOTH. They land in the Empire and Alek wants to escape because Austria-Hungary has officially declared war with Britain. So they'll be prisoners of war if they stay on the ship. AGH TOO MUCH POLITICS I CANNOT HANDLE IT.
Okay you know what I give up. The entire series is awesome okay? Goliath's coming out in September AND I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED HOLY SHIT!! Just read it. It's an Alternate History, and it's futuristic. I mean, c'mon. Steampunk and genetic hybrids?! What else could you want? Gosh. I love this series. ANYWAY. I'm so tired right now. Plus I'm leaving for la aeropuerto soon, so yeah.
GAAAH I'm so spent. Wahuhuhu. *rolls on the floor exhaustedly* I shall read Leviathan.. AND THEN BEHEMOTH AGAIN TROLOLOL.
