yllianos's Xanga

Life & the City, or Something Like It

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 02:28:03 GMT

So let's look at life a bit, a few days after the half way point of summer. Four years have passed by so quickly since high school started but not a lot has changed. I'm still jobless, my life is still confusing and I'm still plotting against a random TV chef. Anyways. When I look back, I see all the friends that have come and gone and changed over the years. Some have become assholes and some have been cool to the end. I look in the mirror everyday and see how much older I'm getting and wish I was still that same poofy headed 13 year old with no cares in the world. Senior year is over, time for more responsibilities.
So let's go Asian Fob style and have some shout outs to the people we appreciate. (In the order I met you.)
Darlo, Keith, Chelly, Susanna, Jose, Chris, Tim Y., Bernard, Roswita, Michael I., Arun W., Ira, Justin, Victor, Franco, Sharife, Roark, Colin, Martin, Tim P., Aina, Marieta, Christine S. Arun M., Yolanda, Sebastian, Nikki R., Sarah, Cyril, Steven W., Kevin, Steven L, Alyssa, Kathleen, Joy, Precious, Luna, Christine S. Leon
I've still been meaning to write a book while I'm young. I have a notes all over the place but not iniative to get started. Basically my main character is an Asian living in, (somehwere, haven't decided yet). Well basically it was a challenge between me and a friend to see who could write a book first. We've had a lot of competitions, which either have lead to me winning or still pending to find a winner. This book thing, has been going on for 4 years now, so anyone could win if we weren't so lazy. (hahaha.)
My favourite vacation so far was my trip to New York City; what they call "the centre of the universe". Even though the times have been shitty but it couldn't possible get worse. I guess it's just a comfort to know that any where you could possibly go after New York city Would be some where not in the news. We were on a bus tour to New York for shopping a site seeing. Luckily I knew the subway system ahead of time so We got around a lot fast than the other passengers, who didn't get farther than a 1km radius from Rockefeller Center. (boo~ hahaha.)

Karma Works, God Works and a Craptacular Day!

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 21:52:46 GMT

God works in mysterious ways; it really scares me. This is the story of me and a friend. After the Fallout of the summer of 2005, I thought I could turn to her. M and I used to be friends, a long time ago. We've been friends since freshmen year and did a lot of things together. Since then, we've had our share of laughs and seen a lot of things. During the my Fallout of 2005, I thought she was one of the few people I could turn to. These ChinaMen and ChinaWomen got rods stuck up their asses becuase of how one person felt about me. I thought she'd be a friend and confide in (Not really, I barely confide in anyone. it just adds drama saying that I do.). She turned on me, saying "Uhh yeah, I can't do that, you know how things are between you and the guys and I don't wanna get in the middle. You know how it is." Betrayed, after 4 years. I couldn't stand it anymore. I made a list of people. Not a death list but a hope list, a list of hopes that karma would get them. So far, 2 people have gotten karma back at them. Since then, she's had a Fallout of her own and its still going downhill. M you could have had one more person on your side to confide in. You threw it all away. Good luck with that... OH WELL, KARMA!

Ryerson had one of their Pre-Orientation Day events today. A fear factor version of events. Based on last week's events, Ryerson's version of the Amazing Race, I would think that it would be great. I can basically say today's events were Craptacular! Six stations of events: jump rope, pictures with the mascot, karaoke, dressing someone up in a hockey uniform, creating a school spirit cheer and making a Ryerson poster. It was horrible! A waste of two hours of my life. And talk about embarassment and humiliation. I guess I can say, what happens in Ryerson stays in Ryerson. (hahaha!) Although if you're a future Ryerson student, you'll see it on the website and laugh at us in person. The mascot we took pictures with, Eggy is a whole other story. He kept on flirting with girls like he was a millionaire. (hahaha.) He kept looking at the O-Team's boobs!

Cosplay is Really Messed Up.

Wed, 12 Jul 2006 11:05:17 GMT

I have little or no respect for those who choose to do hard core cosplay. (If you don't know what cosplay is, it's basically... better yet an example is, dressing up like an anime character from a tv show.) Now then, surfing across Google images I came upon messed up cosplayer who REALLY do not fit in the genre of a good cosplayer. Picture this if you will, a really fat Caucasian girl, chunky legs, acne and glasses, dressed up as Yuna, Final Fantasy X-2 style. Now then, I will never surf Google Images with the word "Yuna" ever again. I had nightmares, so many chunks. A month later, when I'm in my Naruto fan craze, I search up Maito Gai, when I come across a picture of a fat African American man doing the Maito Gai pose; as if I had enough memories to repress, I thought of the Yuna cosplayer. And these are just some examples of the horrors I've seen. Some people on the other hand... well the same hand, take cosplay to the extreme. My friend for instance, bought a Battle Royale collar; the ones that would kill the students if they took it off. He bought a really expensive replica of it, put it on and couldn't take it off. My god! He had to break it to take it off and in the end, cried himself to sleep because of the waste. He intention was to wear it everyday to show off back when Battle Royale, the movie came out. Poor him, money well wasted. And there's too much to say over what I have to make fun of in cosplay. Basically, if you know what's good you, do it in moderation or don't do it at all.

Around We Go, When Boredom Stops, Nobody Knows

Sat, 20 May 2006 00:15:06 GMT

Please use a number two pencil. Another week's end and what do I have to show for it? Not much I guess. This week, in line with several weeks in the past, was a boring week which not much happened. But I guess I'll still write about it. Basically I skipped two days of English, Tuesday and Wednesday to be exact. What have we been doing? Read A Man for All Seasons. I'll have to admit that people consider this book to be one of the many great pieces of literature, but history based book are not really my forté. I've learned from a very long and daunting past that history is always bound to repeat it self. Whether history is right or not, it's still not interesting to me. Over the last few days I've been focused on lots of anime shows. More specially, Naruto, Inuyasha, Full Metal Alchemist and Digimon Adventure 02. You could basically say that there's nothing much going on in my life. On the bus ride home today I met up with an old classmate who I will name "JL". In the past, we've haven't really talked and basically the sum of high school events in reference to past events has led me, and a few others, to the conclusion that she's a bitch. But today was different. She was a bit nicer today; apparently there's been a misunderstanding over the years that neither of us wanted to be the others friend. Go figure. After that she got off the bus and we waved our meek goodbyes. Why did I feel dirty? Why did I feel as if I've gone against my principles about how if I'm not treated right by a person, why should I treat them nice back? Things are changing, changing too fast I guess.

Filipino Class Picture 2006

Mon, 15 May 2006 18:12:41 GMT

Finally, I'm done with the class picture!

93% In the Zone and a Death Monologue

Sun, 14 May 2006 04:06:26 GMT

Thank goodness this week is finally over. ISU mid block assignment, check. Economics book report, check. Economics presentation, check. Calculus test, though I failed terribly, check. Filipino class picture, check. Well My list is done, for now anyways. Today, was our final class of Filipino. Not too many people showed up today actually. Maybe not too many knew that there even was a class today. Sometime I like to believe that next week is another class. Another class to spend time with the people who you like being around and people who like to laugh and sing and enjoy life at a slower pace. Well that's over for now anyways. We received our exam marks; thanks to all the cheat I did with Justin, I got a nice 91% on my exam, while he got a 95%. Well deserved Justin. And then there's "CDLR" who, like so many people, are filled too much with pride to even cheat, knowing all well that the teacher couldn't care less. Our teachers are paid to pass students, so why would they want to fail any of them. If "CDLR" would only step off his high and mightiness once in a while, and come back down to earth, maybe he could see how life down here is cool and fun. After exam reviews, we eagerly waited for the noodles that our teacher promised us. Because what Filipino wouldn't wait for free food. *coughs*LunaChristine*cough* Man, if you two had just waited five minutes more, you would have gotten some! Waiting at the bus Rubie asked us to wait for her friend then we could go to Darlo's house. And what an interesting wait that was. Just when I think I can escape religion, it follows me into the born-agains, my friends. While we were at Darlo's place, we helped him pick out an outfit for a debut he was going to later that day. While he looked in the mirror fixing himself up, Rubie and her friend struggled with the hair styling wax. They couldn't fix his mohawk into a straight row, rather it was really curved.

For all of you who have ever wathed The Shawshank Redemption, this is my favourite part:

Dear Fellas,
I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was
young. Now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a
big damn hurry. People even talk faster. And louder.
The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewster,
and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway...
It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time.
I don't think the store manager likes me very much.
Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep
thinking Jake might show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope
wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends.
I have trouble sleeping at night. The bed is too big. I have bad
dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a
while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob
the Foodway, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I
was at it, sort of like a bonus. But I guess I'm too old for that
sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of
being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay.
I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.
P.S. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. No hard feelings.
-- Brooks Hatlen, The Shawshank Redemption

Tatsumakisenpukyaku

Wed, 10 May 2006 00:36:06 GMT

Today of all days! Today I got my copy of Capcom s. SNK 2 that I won off of eBay. For some reason, I've been consumed with the fighting game genre. Just eagerly playing they games non-stop and researching the background be hind them. Do I smell obsession? Well Whatever it is, I'm still going to be buying more games and such. Sometimes I wish they would make like a Marvel vs. Capcom vs. SNK to cater to us hardcore fans who love this madness of corporation crossovers. Maybe in PlayStation 3. Who knows. I know that this game came out years ago, but I seriously waited too long for the price to go down and man this game was so hard to find! Nothing in the store too, cause I would have even settled for less. Buying pre-owned too. I have to wonder for real, what is the next big thing to come out? Whether be it for PlayStation 2 or 3 or even PSP, what do the minds at Capcom have in store for us people who yearn to find their game, their character and their cheap thrill! Now to sweat out the little things; for you hard core fans, do you think that Capcom will ever update the sprite for Morrigan? Cause I mean, her character has been stuck in that old style animation for about fifteen years! And seriously, some more characters from the other Capcom games!

Rantings of an Advent Reader

Mon, 08 May 2006 04:55:16 GMT

It's the month of May, which means for teachers that it's ISU time! The time every student fears, wishes it never exist and does at the very last moment. But my teacher is special, she put mid block steps on our way to the final assignment to make sure we're not procrastinators. Earlier in the year, around February, I had lent out my card to a "friend", (who is now a former friend), trusting that he would use my card responsibly. Boy was I misinformed about this guy. Last week I went tot he library to go check out some books that dealt with my ISU topic, when much to my horror, a $35 late fee stained my card. How embarrassing is it to have no money and a long line of other disgruntled student lined up behind you. It just goes to show you can't trust anyone. In this case, the person who I shall call "CDLR", I will never trust again; and it's the last person who'd I know not to trust. On confrontation with CDLR, he acted shocked as if he was the innocent party. Saying: "You can't just come up to a person the day before asking for $35!" Now that was some major bull shit and I'm a fluent speaker in bull shit. "You had 3 months to pay it back and 3 months to even return the books you retard!" was the only response you could have given him. Seven books, at almost five dollars a piece. Honestly! Then on the day of our Filipino Exam he has the balls to tell me all of this and buy what ever he pleases. $10 lunch at Man Chu Wok and $8 at Starbucks coffee, as if he was even invited. So basically I'm screwed for my first mid block ISU assignment. I can't get out any books, to go research my topic of the American Dream, how it related to suicide and how it all ties in together with Death of a Salesman. Damn emo slut kid. I need a revenge scheme on this person, any ideas?

Examination and Discrimination

Sat, 06 May 2006 18:41:58 GMT

"The exam will begin at 9:00 am sharp, you will have minimum two hours to complete the exam at which time you may leave. Any student in need of more time can continue and leave at half an hour intervals." said the voice from the office at Saturday school; and what exam that was. Today, after being in language class for eight months, was the day to see what we the people of ethnic backgrounds have learned. Have we learned much at all over the course of this time? Not really. Basically the break down from our 9:00am to 12:30pm class was this: learn for twenty minutes, make fun of time for 40 minutes, watch movies for two hours and finally proceed to the computer lab for online messaging. It all came down to this exam, whether or not to see if I really did deserve that plaque, that spot on the stage that moment in front of the camera; drama queen. As I skimmed the exam to look at anything I could answer, one word only came to mind: crap. As I looked over at Justin who was speed writing through it, the words finally came out to go ahead and cheat: "What's the answer for number one?" As my talking continued so did the rest of the class continue to talk, during the exam. Our teacher couldn't care less. He respected our class and like all of the fun times he's had with us and we all respected him. So the escapade of me always turning to Justin didn't stop, at one point where we even switched exams so he could fill in a section for me. I can't think him enough for it. As we moved into the computer lab to type up our opinion piece about the discriminated Montreal Filipino, the cheat commenced without a hitch. As we typed away, about this event, it dawned on me the last time I would see anyone. Justin, Darlo, Tim, Luna, Christine, Ivan, Paolo, Tiffany, Precious, Joy, Ruby. These were great people who always made the class fun and tests bearable. Despite the fact that me, Justin, Darlo and Tim go to the same high school, where would I ever see them again after high school? It was a depressing moment at points during the exam, I would stare aimlessly at my monitor and just wonder. As the exam concluded, practically, 5 other people with identical answers, we were off to spend our final Saturday. At Scarborough Town Centre, it was non stop laughs at what we were eating, chain smoking at what movies sound like pornos: Inside Man, From Justin to Kelly, The Incredibles, Curious George, etc. As we wander the mall, aimlessly taking random pictures, I wished it would never end. Alas we all parted ways and here I sit in my room reflecting on a great day.

"A Roxboro, Canada, woman has filed a formal complaint with a local school board after her son was disciplined by a lunch program monitor for eating in what she says is a customary Filipino manner. Luc Cagadoc’s table behavior is traditionally Filipino; he fills his spoon by pushing the food on his plate with a fork, his mother, Maria Theresa Gallardo, said." -- Andy Blatchford, Montreal Chronicle

What is the world coming to these days, when an innocent child of seven years old is punished for the way he eats his food using a spoon and a fork? By our culture it is a norm to eat things with a spoon and fork. It's easier and it's faster, especially when you're hungry. There's no shame in eating with both! I don't even hold it against people who just eat with a fork, more power to them, but in my opinion it takes a bit longer. I feel sorry for this child. Especially being isolated away from the class over the way he eats. How does it effect his self esteem? How does it effect his mental stability? To be shunned. The article continues on the speak about how at home he feels ashamed to eat with two utensils because of how the lunch room supervisor said it was "disgusting". Outrageous. Not only have you killed his self esteem, he will probably feel more self conscious. And here's the kicker. When the mother of this young boy went to go to see the principal he has to go and say "Madame, you are in Canada. Here in Canada you should eat the way Canadians eat." What kind of BS answer is that. Probably more than half of Canada has a foreign background and many don't eat solely with a fork alone. Why then do lots of restaurant, whether it be any background, provide forks and spoons for the customers? It's things like this that make me think of how "it" will all end. Now I purposely want to go to Montreal and eat with two utensils, even if i have to bring my own spoon.

Faking It

Tue, 02 May 2006 11:53:24 GMT

It all started in the summer of 2004. With the thoughts of my parents constantly reminding me about my future, I looked over the course selection sheet wondering where my life would take me. Science? Art? English? I was over whelmed. As I looked into the the course requirement for university, my mind was set on choosing easy courses and at least getting into any university. As I flipped the pages, passing up many other choices, business crossed my eyes. I thought about it. It seemed like an easy direction to go to. As I filled in the boxes on my selection sheet, I had one more thing to fill. Top two choices were Economics and Physical Fitness Training. studying over and over what each course had to offer, I finally chose Physical Fitness Training or as we simple people call it, gym. From that moment on, that was my first step towards my future demise. Currently, I am at home; instead of where I'm suppose to be faking a condition to avoid senior year economics. Why? Because of a test. I am reduced to the confines of my room over a test. Economics is hard. I found out the hard way. I'll simply write it another day I'll say to myself. But how will my habits of school work carry on in life? I don't know.