26.11.03
somebody told me im turning into a real jackass the other day. mabye this is true. this is all comin from my sense of humor. if ya know anything bout me, i LOVE humor. see, when ya make somebody laugh, they cant hide anything, yoo can see who they really are. that didnt make any sense at all. but like, every comedian before makin up a routine thinks of what ppl find funny. like next time ya watch a comedy show on tv, (not that cheap realtv/sitcom crap. but anything on comedy central will do) each time ya find sumthin funny, think about what the humor deals w/. if its puttin down somebody, or something crude, or an innuendo. chances are yooll be able to classify everything humorous into about 4-5 categories max. then there's this other category that doesnt get much play ever, on tv or conversation. dark humor. like really dark humor. like the baby jokes, the hellen keller jokes, the disability jokes, the molestation jokes. its strange bc when ya tell a joke like that ya have no idea how the person's gonna take it. usually they laugh out loud or are just shocked. rarely does a person just not care. for example, most of ya know there was that joke goin round a lil while ago w/ lil johnny seein a fire truck. then after i heard that i wondered y it seemed funny to me (maybe im lookin at this too deeply). and ppl were just sayin it over and over. see, the question is where do ya draw the line between whats ok and whats offensive? then if ya can do that, where do ya draw the line between whats offensive and just plain wrong? bc theres a fine line. an extremely fine line. then the other day i heard this joke that was both religiously and sexually offensive. not that i was offended by it but it would be very very offensive to the average person. (average normal person, cuz i like to consider myself average.) the kinda joke that gets ya fired if ya tell it at an xmas party when ur drunk or sumthin. prolly the most offensive joke ive ever heard. it just got me thinkin. i take alotta my humor outta the 'makin fun of somebody' category. i think ive mentioned this b4 on here somewhere but when ya point out a flaw of another person, only when they are able to laugh at their own flaws are they truly able to accept themselves for who they are. (sometimes i point out flaws ppl dont even have and they get all offended, sup w/ that?) like when i make fun of somebody, i expect them to retort sumthin back. see, its just like baseball. when somebody makes fun of you, they're throwin a baseball at you. this may be a lob or a fast pitch, depends. but either way, ya gotta catch it and throw it back. dont just stand there and let the ball hit ya or chances are ya gonna get hurt. like for those of yoo whom i make fun of on a regular basis, i hope yoo know im not trying to be mean. what i am trying to do, i dont even know myself. god, im not makin sense anymore. screw this topic. and im not a jackass, #7. (which brings up another interesting story, but ill refrain...)
didnt get to go mackin w/ kmart sadly. maybe after break, we'll see. also, if ur ever in a situation where ya gotta decide between 2 ppl of the opposite sex (works for guys or girls), but wanna impress them both, lemme know. its sorta confusin but i learned it the other day. sometmes i just get this question in my head that i gotta find the answer to. i then do a search on it online or if that doesnt satisfy i go to books untill i find what im looking for. if that doesnt do the trick, i just start askin around, that is, if its the sorta thing yoo can ask a person and not have them see ya in a weird light for the rest of your life just for that 1 question. like its gone all the way from understanding the different emotional stimuli of men and women in relationships to making napalm. i was also told the other day that i have too much time on my hands.
yeah, on thanksgiving at our house, we like variety, so we dont exactly have turkey every year. last year we had swan. it was nice; everyone got some neck. another year we had seagull. good stuff. its a tad bit fishy, but at least theres no need to add salt. two years ago we had stork. lotsa of meat, but the wishbone makes a helluvalotta noise. this year were expecting a few people over, so were having flamingo. and im getting the leg that folds up! they say the meat is sweeter and tenderer because the flamingo doesn’t use it much. ROCK ON! have a great one.
didnt get to go mackin w/ kmart sadly. maybe after break, we'll see. also, if ur ever in a situation where ya gotta decide between 2 ppl of the opposite sex (works for guys or girls), but wanna impress them both, lemme know. its sorta confusin but i learned it the other day. sometmes i just get this question in my head that i gotta find the answer to. i then do a search on it online or if that doesnt satisfy i go to books untill i find what im looking for. if that doesnt do the trick, i just start askin around, that is, if its the sorta thing yoo can ask a person and not have them see ya in a weird light for the rest of your life just for that 1 question. like its gone all the way from understanding the different emotional stimuli of men and women in relationships to making napalm. i was also told the other day that i have too much time on my hands.
yeah, on thanksgiving at our house, we like variety, so we dont exactly have turkey every year. last year we had swan. it was nice; everyone got some neck. another year we had seagull. good stuff. its a tad bit fishy, but at least theres no need to add salt. two years ago we had stork. lotsa of meat, but the wishbone makes a helluvalotta noise. this year were expecting a few people over, so were having flamingo. and im getting the leg that folds up! they say the meat is sweeter and tenderer because the flamingo doesn’t use it much. ROCK ON! have a great one.
23.11.03
the other day at school somebody gave me a wink. outta nowhere, just bc. (i really gotta bring the wink back). its not much. just a split second thing. but can have various connotations to 'sup?' to (i would use the joey tribbiani line but i refuse to make a friends refrence in my somewhat wholesome blog) 'heyyyy' but i wasnt havin a spectactular day and that one wink just brightened it up a bit. it was nice. then i thought bout the person who gave me it. shes the kinda person that can always lift my spirits whenever. then i started thinkin. am i somebody like that? when somebody thinks of me what pops into their head first? course when a person sees me they obviously think im the typical, studious, asian whiz kid. (haha, for the one word to describe me on that senior survey thing for the yearbook i was gonna put 'eccentric' until bianca was like 'why dont you just put 'indian'?') but really, when ya think of me, whats the first thing that comes to mind? is it good? is it bad? then when ya think of yourself, what comes to mind? do ya think thats the same thing that comes to other ppls minds when they think of you? k, enough of the rhetorical questions.
somebody mentioned 'Apoem' by anomynous the other day and i read it over again and burst out laughin. i would post it in here but due to recent events and the vast # of ppl who read this thing, i am not at liberty to do so. but for all you who know what im talkin bout, good times soph yr. the weekly o. oh, the nostalgia...
somebody said the other day that i should get me a gf. i asked em why and all they said was 'cuz siby, you deserve a gf.' i then ask myself, is it really necessary? crap. i was really gonna go somewhere with this and i totally lost my train of thought. lemme see if i can get it back somehow... yeah, i have had a gf before and it was great. perfect. then the next question. or not. here. lets just say i have a friend now. then after a while i start wonderin how id be if we were goin out or sumthin. to tell or not to tell? (that is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind... i really dont wanna memorize that speech; king playa, yous a punk for memorizin it already...) ive gone back and forth with this. i sorta dont know where i am on this issue at present. i was really bored the other night and didnt feel like goin to bed and my dad had dc'd the net so i decided to watch a movie. i watched chasing amy. (outta nowhere, a great quote from that is 'its not who you love. its how.' doesnt really have anything to do w/ what im talkin now, well, it might, but still) ben tells adams that he likes her and she gets all pissed off at him. then i was wonderin why shed be mad at him. turns out she doesnt feel the same way about him as he does for her and shes mad bc she knows itll screw up the friendship now that its out. ok, the situation in the movie is totally diff but still. same thing. and as ive said b4, ive tried this and it didnt exactly work out. im thinkin now, just chuck that whole idea. talk is cheap. actions speak louder than words. maybe i should ask her out then? ok. lets just say bob asks jane out. (id use myself in this example but it could make things weird. i also wanted to use fr joe's fictional couple but they're gay so that might be a problem. he started talkin bout rule makers breaking their own rules then went to givin some example of the president makin a rule bout gay marriages illegal but then goin against it.
fr:lets say there is a president named john
me:whats his last name?
fr:kim
me:oh, so hes chineese?
fr:yes. lets say john makes a rule that there are to be no gay marriages. then later he goes and wants to marry another man
me:whats his name?
fr:...frank
me:john and frank kim. has a nice ring to it
fr:no, no it does not
)
qotd: 'the word is marriage. if they say they want to have a relationship, that is fine. that is their own cup of tea. if they want to have a relationship w/ a dog or a cow that is fine. but marriage...' -fr joe on lesb marriages wow, straight relationships to gay. and im not really in the mood to plod on w/ this topic anymore... tal vez ma's tarde
'how was concert for cows?' it maybe woulda been a bit nicer if i was able to stay for the whole thing. see, on the ticket it said it started at 7. and i was dropped off at 5.30 to help out w/ stuff b4 hand. my mom said she wanted to check out what this whole 'thing about cows' was all about so she said shed come back round 7. i didnt really want her to be there so i did a bit of reverse psychology tellini her that she really should come but she shouldnt get mad if she doesnt like the music. (the other day i was playin back in the ussr and she was like 'turn that junk off!' if anybody has a bad taste, or lack of one for that matter, its her). so turns out she didnt come and i told her that if she decided not to come she could just pick me up at 9. like 1 hr, intermission, 1 hr. 2 hrs. 7-9. i think it started late or sumthin bc i realized at 9.30 it still wasnt over. then i tried to call my moms cell w/ a friend's cell and wasnt gettin anything. then i realized my mom was prolly at the glass doors since 9 (both my parents refuse to drop me off or pick me up anywhere besides the glass doors). i had to go outside and run around the school bc all the doors all over the school were locked. YAP (i luv ya fr joe), she was waitin there. i told her i had to go back and give the celly i was usin back. i got to the other side of the school just in time bc a maintenance guy was proceedin to take the coat rack out from between the doors bc theyd lock if i left em and then id be stuck outside. so i had to leave b4 the show was over. bummer. but still, the highlight of the night was when i leaned over and asked bianca if she wanted to dance w/ me in the aisles when slaj and scharpf were playin brown eyed girl. she at first was like 'hell no, siby.' then i just whispered in her ear, 'im gonna dance like everybody's watching...' and she consented. god, imma miss good ol fenfen.
k, i gotta go finish 2 apps tnight and maybe the rentsll consent to lettin me go mackin tues after school...just maybe...
qot[other]d: i'm gonna get me one of the instant messenger thingies and stalk you guys...haha, im not going to really...
somebody mentioned 'Apoem' by anomynous the other day and i read it over again and burst out laughin. i would post it in here but due to recent events and the vast # of ppl who read this thing, i am not at liberty to do so. but for all you who know what im talkin bout, good times soph yr. the weekly o. oh, the nostalgia...
somebody said the other day that i should get me a gf. i asked em why and all they said was 'cuz siby, you deserve a gf.' i then ask myself, is it really necessary? crap. i was really gonna go somewhere with this and i totally lost my train of thought. lemme see if i can get it back somehow... yeah, i have had a gf before and it was great. perfect. then the next question. or not. here. lets just say i have a friend now. then after a while i start wonderin how id be if we were goin out or sumthin. to tell or not to tell? (that is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind... i really dont wanna memorize that speech; king playa, yous a punk for memorizin it already...) ive gone back and forth with this. i sorta dont know where i am on this issue at present. i was really bored the other night and didnt feel like goin to bed and my dad had dc'd the net so i decided to watch a movie. i watched chasing amy. (outta nowhere, a great quote from that is 'its not who you love. its how.' doesnt really have anything to do w/ what im talkin now, well, it might, but still) ben tells adams that he likes her and she gets all pissed off at him. then i was wonderin why shed be mad at him. turns out she doesnt feel the same way about him as he does for her and shes mad bc she knows itll screw up the friendship now that its out. ok, the situation in the movie is totally diff but still. same thing. and as ive said b4, ive tried this and it didnt exactly work out. im thinkin now, just chuck that whole idea. talk is cheap. actions speak louder than words. maybe i should ask her out then? ok. lets just say bob asks jane out. (id use myself in this example but it could make things weird. i also wanted to use fr joe's fictional couple but they're gay so that might be a problem. he started talkin bout rule makers breaking their own rules then went to givin some example of the president makin a rule bout gay marriages illegal but then goin against it.
fr:lets say there is a president named john
me:whats his last name?
fr:kim
me:oh, so hes chineese?
fr:yes. lets say john makes a rule that there are to be no gay marriages. then later he goes and wants to marry another man
me:whats his name?
fr:...frank
me:john and frank kim. has a nice ring to it
fr:no, no it does not
)
qotd: 'the word is marriage. if they say they want to have a relationship, that is fine. that is their own cup of tea. if they want to have a relationship w/ a dog or a cow that is fine. but marriage...' -fr joe on lesb marriages wow, straight relationships to gay. and im not really in the mood to plod on w/ this topic anymore... tal vez ma's tarde
'how was concert for cows?' it maybe woulda been a bit nicer if i was able to stay for the whole thing. see, on the ticket it said it started at 7. and i was dropped off at 5.30 to help out w/ stuff b4 hand. my mom said she wanted to check out what this whole 'thing about cows' was all about so she said shed come back round 7. i didnt really want her to be there so i did a bit of reverse psychology tellini her that she really should come but she shouldnt get mad if she doesnt like the music. (the other day i was playin back in the ussr and she was like 'turn that junk off!' if anybody has a bad taste, or lack of one for that matter, its her). so turns out she didnt come and i told her that if she decided not to come she could just pick me up at 9. like 1 hr, intermission, 1 hr. 2 hrs. 7-9. i think it started late or sumthin bc i realized at 9.30 it still wasnt over. then i tried to call my moms cell w/ a friend's cell and wasnt gettin anything. then i realized my mom was prolly at the glass doors since 9 (both my parents refuse to drop me off or pick me up anywhere besides the glass doors). i had to go outside and run around the school bc all the doors all over the school were locked. YAP (i luv ya fr joe), she was waitin there. i told her i had to go back and give the celly i was usin back. i got to the other side of the school just in time bc a maintenance guy was proceedin to take the coat rack out from between the doors bc theyd lock if i left em and then id be stuck outside. so i had to leave b4 the show was over. bummer. but still, the highlight of the night was when i leaned over and asked bianca if she wanted to dance w/ me in the aisles when slaj and scharpf were playin brown eyed girl. she at first was like 'hell no, siby.' then i just whispered in her ear, 'im gonna dance like everybody's watching...' and she consented. god, imma miss good ol fenfen.
k, i gotta go finish 2 apps tnight and maybe the rentsll consent to lettin me go mackin tues after school...just maybe...
qot[other]d: i'm gonna get me one of the instant messenger thingies and stalk you guys...haha, im not going to really...
19.11.03
Cole12321 (9:50:30 PM): just so you know- youre my hero!
yeah, first things first.
NOBODY LIKES A NARC. NOBODY.
nuff said.
i got a date w/ a hottie!!!
nuff said.
quotes of scho beezy:
'i know you all masticate'
'the last phase is telophase. cmon, you've all seen cleavage havent you?'
'yeah i have mace w/ me' 'i dont think youll ever need it though'
'my hot sister and her friend...er... my sister and her hot friend'
mcdonalds dialgo:
'maciej, what 1 thing do you want to do b4 you die?'
'2 chics at the same time'
'altier?'
'3'
'lange? kate?'
'yeah, 1'
'how bout you siby, what do you want to do b4 you die?'
'...' (pg-13 content viewer discretion advised; if ya wanna know just ask me...)
dialgo del otro di'a:
'mr finnell are you a chronic masticater?'
'yes i am. 3 times a day.'
so this is how octopi get it on...(thanks gray)
song of the moment - magic carpet ride
yeah, first things first.
NOBODY LIKES A NARC. NOBODY.
nuff said.
i got a date w/ a hottie!!!
nuff said.
quotes of scho beezy:
'i know you all masticate'
'the last phase is telophase. cmon, you've all seen cleavage havent you?'
'yeah i have mace w/ me' 'i dont think youll ever need it though'
'my hot sister and her friend...er... my sister and her hot friend'
mcdonalds dialgo:
'maciej, what 1 thing do you want to do b4 you die?'
'2 chics at the same time'
'altier?'
'3'
'lange? kate?'
'yeah, 1'
'how bout you siby, what do you want to do b4 you die?'
'...' (pg-13 content viewer discretion advised; if ya wanna know just ask me...)
dialgo del otro di'a:
'mr finnell are you a chronic masticater?'
'yes i am. 3 times a day.'
so this is how octopi get it on...(thanks gray)
song of the moment - magic carpet ride
14.11.03
mhm, this is my fav poem of ALL TIME. hmm, thats pretty bold... well, it's def in my 'top 5' list. (btw, dr funk has a blog now...)
Storm Warnings
-Adrienne Rich
The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of gray unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky
And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.
Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.
I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.
tío era aquí...
Storm Warnings
-Adrienne Rich
The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of gray unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky
And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a silent core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.
Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.
I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season;
These are the things we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.
tío era aquí...
13.11.03
yeah, so i went to st louis last weekend. another opp for everybody to see what a wonderful school wash u is and how great it would be if i could go to the same school as my sister w/ the same major even yada yada yada. sarahsarahsarah. too much talk. as the quote goes 'all work and no play makes john a bad boy.' although i did get some play on monday. wait, not that way... once again, i feigned hosp work and another 'sibyescape' went down in the books. first we went to yorktown and had lunch and instead of just bummin around there pondering the details of altier's new strategy game, 'yes/no' like the mallrats we were (courtesy of mo/quivey) we actually decided to do sumthin. so after that we went to see matrix3. id say it was a decent flick. much better than that 2nd, not quite as mind blowing as the 1st though. there were a couple sappy scenes but the special effects blanced it out. moderation. (6 more months...) then after that we went to portillos and had...lunch. again. we woulda had more ppl come if it wasnt for the blasted parent teacher confs tday. but hey, im not complainin, i got a day off as a result. my parents actually went for em and turns out my teachers like me. yeah, ive been doin pretty good this yr. like frosh yr i got kicked outta theology and bio. soph yr, got kicked outta c++, calc, chem, and spanish. jr yr got kicked outta english. this yr, i am proud to say i havent been kicked outta a class yet. oh wait, theres study hall. but that doesnt even count as a class and i got kicked outta it for sumthin stupid. but then again, i got kicked outta all the other classes for doin sumthin stupid. some things never change. but anywho, seems the teachers like me. the only downside is that my parents saw my span test grades and werent too impressed. m'CAW said i was a good kid but she could tell i was having a 'difficult time' w/ spanish. duh (gotta bring back the duh). seems the kids in my class have gotten smarter and the average is now a b instead of the c it was at midquarters. another thing, for that last test i actually thought i did well on it. this is somewhat of a problem. see, theres a difference between knowing you did bad and doin bad and thinking you did well and doin bad. its like i dont even know how much i suck. i have given up all hope on espanol. yes, i do find some amusement saying something in spanish as opposed to english; it gives it a bit of pinash. (sp?) like i know a couple phrases in french and italian also that have the (whats the word??) to em. also, in spanish we read some story bout a guy who got an xmas bonus and on the way home was thinkin of all the stuff hed buy for his wife and son but then on the trian he gets robbed. bummer. then our assignment was to create/act out a dialogue of the ending. i paired up w/ stan (yes, the same stan who had rosa and her amigas eating up the ppl). we had the guy actually have a hussy on the side that he was gonna run off w/. i hafta admit that maciej/altier/kief's was better than ours bc they had a scene where there was a fight w/ naranjas and an espi'a de ruso and all but stan's execution was incredible. he had this pi'cina walk. awesome. then, this is great, while he was talkin to me (in the script, he...she was unsure if she should run off w/ me bc of my wife and son...'su esposa...su hijo') he subconciously grabbed his balls. during his speech. it was all i could do to not burst out laughing. its times like these that sorta dampen the stress i feel due to the fact that a c isnt weighted and thats a '2' when i could be gettin a '5', in honors... another thing, isnt it like a rule of teachers not to laugh at students? well, m'CAW was never taught this rule and she amuses herself by laughing at me every single day. just plain wrong.
on teh way home from scho beezy on wednesday we all sang 'hey ya', 'eleanor rigby', and 'tiny dancer' along w/ the radio. and we had a helluva buncha good convos too. wow. (napes, yoo DEF missed out on a whole lot) 2 great vids were taken at kojack's and 2 even better pics were taken after in the van of some 'radioactive genitalia.' much fun was had by all. best convo of the night:
'oh yeah, member chris and dave?'
'hahaha, yeah. wait, then what would dave call his?'
'hmmm. chris and katie?'
this is maciej first gonna do the 'fat man heel click' but me not bein ready. then here's the execution.
so. i didnt get kairos leader, but hey, its all good. kudos to all those that did. 'dont sweat the petty stuff.' bro gabe came up to me and told me to reapply. dunno if i should. like i wanted a spot for december, but if i reapply i dont want to get it and have it be a 'pity spot.' at present, im debatin if i should or not. we'll see what happens...
song of the moment: you never know
peace and love; get high and fly w/ the dove.
on teh way home from scho beezy on wednesday we all sang 'hey ya', 'eleanor rigby', and 'tiny dancer' along w/ the radio. and we had a helluva buncha good convos too. wow. (napes, yoo DEF missed out on a whole lot) 2 great vids were taken at kojack's and 2 even better pics were taken after in the van of some 'radioactive genitalia.' much fun was had by all. best convo of the night:
'oh yeah, member chris and dave?'
'hahaha, yeah. wait, then what would dave call his?'
'hmmm. chris and katie?'
this is maciej first gonna do the 'fat man heel click' but me not bein ready. then here's the execution.
so. i didnt get kairos leader, but hey, its all good. kudos to all those that did. 'dont sweat the petty stuff.' bro gabe came up to me and told me to reapply. dunno if i should. like i wanted a spot for december, but if i reapply i dont want to get it and have it be a 'pity spot.' at present, im debatin if i should or not. we'll see what happens...
song of the moment: you never know
peace and love; get high and fly w/ the dove.
7.11.03
ok, so ive been wondering about something for a while now. i havent exactly come up w/ anything so i proceed to ask yoo all. at present, im tryna think of a present. the best present to give somebody. to give a girl. its gotta be good. not something dumb or cliche'd. gotta stick out, sumthin memorable. suggestions welcome. (haha, yes mary, still hunting...)
yeah, my cousin jeffrey (same jeff as the 21.8.03 post) came over to my house after the wedding over the weekend. he's in 1st grade now and goes to some school for smart kids. he has to read a couple books a week and then he has to keep a journal. but its not just a regular journal where ya write bout w/e the hell ya feel like. hes always got a specific topic that he has to write about. most of the time its on one of the books assigned for that week but sometimes its different stuff like 'dream vacation' or 'how was your weekend' or sumthin to that effect. but on top of this, for each journal he writes, he has to draw a picture too. when he was over at my place, he wanted to do one of his journal entries for me and he wrote about going to the wedding and then being so happy that he could come over to my house. then at the top he drew a picture of me and him dressed in our indian suits and all. (here's the real pic of us. i love it, it's just classic; encapsulates his whole personality...) then i saw it sittin on my work table the other day as i was sortin through diff apps. then i was just about to throw it away but then i couldnt. i could tell he put a lot of work into it and he drew it for me. it was the dilemma of the day. throw out or keep, throw out or keep... i couldnt bring myself to shred it, so i ended up keepin the pic. god, i love that kid.
yeah, so on monday, damian, meera and i show up to class and rarf as usual's not there. we wait for like 10 mins and he still doesnt show up. damian just found out that he hasta do some sorta tea party thing for the canturbury tales for nancy. so he decides to go to the library and we both go w/ him. the other time rarf didnt show up, after like 30 mins, i wrote on the board 'we went to fr joe's to save meera.' -siby and damian. but then on monday we wrote, 'we went to the library...to save meera' -siby and damian. then we all just left. after 35 mins, rarf comes into the library and totally blows up on us. when we walked in, we had told cromer that rarf had sent us down there. rarf was shoutin in the library and it was not good to say the least. then on tuesday, right b4 class, i suggested that we all hide. it bein the day after rarf went bzurk on us, hed go insane. but right as we were gonna go hide, rarf walked in. shucks. but b4 rarf had come in, i saw he had his graphboard up. so i went up and wrote sumthin behind it. but then in p09, durin the calc class, rarf needed more room and took down the graph board on there it said in huge letters, 'meera has a great ass.' good stuff... the writing on the board i mean, not... see, last yr yr anytime somebody wrote sumthin under the graph board id always be 'siby has a nice ass' or 'ann has a nice ass' so that was the first thing that came to mind. yeah, anywho. but then on wednesday, we come to class and see this on the board. what a blow off class...
yeah, tday in the library as i was copyin chem hw, a topic came up. i will reserve the identity of the person who brought up this topic bc alotta stuff's goin round bout him now that hes sexist or sumthin to that effect. (following is 'objectionable' content. just had to say that. thatll prolly get more readers than the opposite but i just had to.) i personally dont think hes sexist or anything, hes just expressin his mk, he was talkin bout how when a guy goes out w/ a girl he wishes that she hasnt slept around b4 that. its like he wants to be the only person to her. does this seem so illogical? the girls in the convo found this absurd. its like in braveheart when the king grants prima nocta and everybody gets pissed off. if some knight gets to have sex w/ the wife first the hubby is obviously gonna get jealous. like, what if i like a girl, but then i find out shes had a very sexually active past? its sorta hard to block sumthin like that out. i know its a long way from now but later, if i find the perfect match for me but she has a 'shady' past should i pass that up for somebody who's not exactly the perfect match but doesnt really have a sexual history. i dunno how it is w/ girls, if one of yoo want to fill me in on this, but when ya decide to go out w/ a guy, do ya wish/hope he hasnt had a sexual past b4 ya go out w/ him? or is it just us guys who think that way? but like, as he said, i think there is some consolation if the perfect match comes along and loves me and wants to do anything possible to make me happy. i mean, all that love has gotta balance out her past. at least to a certain extent. right? DAMMIT! im not makin any sense anymore. why cant i ever make any sense when im tryna say sumthin of importance!!
britney spears isnt any smarter than a bag of rocks: 'Inside, she is quoted as saying that she cries during “the time of the month.” She also discusses her belief that there are “spirits around us, good angels and bad angels” and she suggests that she ran into one of them at a castle in Germany.' i think imma cry...
i got a couple bottles of jone's soda the other day. wow, that's what i call a quality beverage. under the cap, theres always a lil phrase of some sort. mine was 'you and your partner will be happy in life together.' how interesting. now if i could only find me a partner. and then again, if i could only find some koala yummies...
song of the moment: outkast - i like the way you move
good luck tamillow...
a whole buncha quotes:
'onomotopoeia...' 'sounds like an STD...'
'she doesnt look like the type of girl youd wanna go out and chill w/, she sorta looks like the kinda girl you'd wanna babysit or sumthin... woah, that really came out wrong...'
'what was in your other hand, peter?'
'and he was sittin there cying and i was like, someone should really kick your ass...'
'there is no fornication in physics' 'but theres fornication in algebra...'
'if you know it that is fine. if you dont, you should know about that'
'if only we had jousting, this class would be so much mor entertaining...'
'you gotta be a dude man'
'does that say siby will tutor for calc or siby will tutor for cake?'
'so are there any acronyms or anything to learn this stuff' 'oh yeah... ok, the next group is called'
'kiefer, if siby and i went to jail, who do you think would get ass-raped first?' -larso'n
'speaking of which, who is that one person for you?'
'sibyblog live!!'
yeah, my cousin jeffrey (same jeff as the 21.8.03 post) came over to my house after the wedding over the weekend. he's in 1st grade now and goes to some school for smart kids. he has to read a couple books a week and then he has to keep a journal. but its not just a regular journal where ya write bout w/e the hell ya feel like. hes always got a specific topic that he has to write about. most of the time its on one of the books assigned for that week but sometimes its different stuff like 'dream vacation' or 'how was your weekend' or sumthin to that effect. but on top of this, for each journal he writes, he has to draw a picture too. when he was over at my place, he wanted to do one of his journal entries for me and he wrote about going to the wedding and then being so happy that he could come over to my house. then at the top he drew a picture of me and him dressed in our indian suits and all. (here's the real pic of us. i love it, it's just classic; encapsulates his whole personality...) then i saw it sittin on my work table the other day as i was sortin through diff apps. then i was just about to throw it away but then i couldnt. i could tell he put a lot of work into it and he drew it for me. it was the dilemma of the day. throw out or keep, throw out or keep... i couldnt bring myself to shred it, so i ended up keepin the pic. god, i love that kid.
yeah, so on monday, damian, meera and i show up to class and rarf as usual's not there. we wait for like 10 mins and he still doesnt show up. damian just found out that he hasta do some sorta tea party thing for the canturbury tales for nancy. so he decides to go to the library and we both go w/ him. the other time rarf didnt show up, after like 30 mins, i wrote on the board 'we went to fr joe's to save meera.' -siby and damian. but then on monday we wrote, 'we went to the library...to save meera' -siby and damian. then we all just left. after 35 mins, rarf comes into the library and totally blows up on us. when we walked in, we had told cromer that rarf had sent us down there. rarf was shoutin in the library and it was not good to say the least. then on tuesday, right b4 class, i suggested that we all hide. it bein the day after rarf went bzurk on us, hed go insane. but right as we were gonna go hide, rarf walked in. shucks. but b4 rarf had come in, i saw he had his graphboard up. so i went up and wrote sumthin behind it. but then in p09, durin the calc class, rarf needed more room and took down the graph board on there it said in huge letters, 'meera has a great ass.' good stuff... the writing on the board i mean, not... see, last yr yr anytime somebody wrote sumthin under the graph board id always be 'siby has a nice ass' or 'ann has a nice ass' so that was the first thing that came to mind. yeah, anywho. but then on wednesday, we come to class and see this on the board. what a blow off class...
yeah, tday in the library as i was copyin chem hw, a topic came up. i will reserve the identity of the person who brought up this topic bc alotta stuff's goin round bout him now that hes sexist or sumthin to that effect. (following is 'objectionable' content. just had to say that. thatll prolly get more readers than the opposite but i just had to.) i personally dont think hes sexist or anything, hes just expressin his mk, he was talkin bout how when a guy goes out w/ a girl he wishes that she hasnt slept around b4 that. its like he wants to be the only person to her. does this seem so illogical? the girls in the convo found this absurd. its like in braveheart when the king grants prima nocta and everybody gets pissed off. if some knight gets to have sex w/ the wife first the hubby is obviously gonna get jealous. like, what if i like a girl, but then i find out shes had a very sexually active past? its sorta hard to block sumthin like that out. i know its a long way from now but later, if i find the perfect match for me but she has a 'shady' past should i pass that up for somebody who's not exactly the perfect match but doesnt really have a sexual history. i dunno how it is w/ girls, if one of yoo want to fill me in on this, but when ya decide to go out w/ a guy, do ya wish/hope he hasnt had a sexual past b4 ya go out w/ him? or is it just us guys who think that way? but like, as he said, i think there is some consolation if the perfect match comes along and loves me and wants to do anything possible to make me happy. i mean, all that love has gotta balance out her past. at least to a certain extent. right? DAMMIT! im not makin any sense anymore. why cant i ever make any sense when im tryna say sumthin of importance!!
britney spears isnt any smarter than a bag of rocks: 'Inside, she is quoted as saying that she cries during “the time of the month.” She also discusses her belief that there are “spirits around us, good angels and bad angels” and she suggests that she ran into one of them at a castle in Germany.' i think imma cry...
i got a couple bottles of jone's soda the other day. wow, that's what i call a quality beverage. under the cap, theres always a lil phrase of some sort. mine was 'you and your partner will be happy in life together.' how interesting. now if i could only find me a partner. and then again, if i could only find some koala yummies...
song of the moment: outkast - i like the way you move
good luck tamillow...
a whole buncha quotes:
'onomotopoeia...' 'sounds like an STD...'
'she doesnt look like the type of girl youd wanna go out and chill w/, she sorta looks like the kinda girl you'd wanna babysit or sumthin... woah, that really came out wrong...'
'what was in your other hand, peter?'
'and he was sittin there cying and i was like, someone should really kick your ass...'
'there is no fornication in physics' 'but theres fornication in algebra...'
'if you know it that is fine. if you dont, you should know about that'
'if only we had jousting, this class would be so much mor entertaining...'
'you gotta be a dude man'
'does that say siby will tutor for calc or siby will tutor for cake?'
'so are there any acronyms or anything to learn this stuff' 'oh yeah... ok, the next group is called'
'kiefer, if siby and i went to jail, who do you think would get ass-raped first?' -larso'n
'speaking of which, who is that one person for you?'
'sibyblog live!!'
2.11.03
yeah, kairos ppl came back. good stuff. that was what? thursday? yeah, i was chillin w/ maciej b4 that and i totally felt the joy. for most of yoo who know me, im usually never super happy. as ive said b4, i get tons of ppl askin me through the day if something's wrong or if im ok or pissed off bout something. but i was just ecstatic. i tried to think of y i was so happy and couldnt really come up w/ much. yeah, jessica made flan for our span class 01 and we started watchin monty python and the holy grail in english p10 but that was abou tit. but i was just on the top of the world. then on friday, elsey was on sibyduty and both of us and melissa went to his place. there was a hockey game later and since it fell zactly on holloween, they said that if ya dress up, yoo can get into the game free. i decided to get me a bannanna suit bc of... well, yeah, i needed a bannanna suit. that didnt really work out bc after elsey's we went to melissa's and then by the time we got outta there, there was only enough time to grab dinner at alpine and then head for the game. since i wasnt able to get the suit, we all went to dominicks and picked up a couple bannannas. [jeez, elsey, those guys outside almost started sumthin... haha, actually, i was seriously in the mood to fight em (is that a bad thing?) but seeing my parents parked right there i forced myself to refrain.] the game was incredible. it was 4-4 and i thought it was gonna go to ot but fsome reason it didnt. but it was still a kickass game. haha, i really got into it and did some cheers. totally outdid that group of cheerleaders who came wearin barely anything. see, novak took a fall then went back at the guy who knocked him down and totally mauled him and i shouted out 'who's goin down now?' then bianca thought i said 'who let the dogs out' which i didnt but we thought id be fun if i actually did say that. so the next time the crowd lulled, i did yell out 'who let the dogs out??' then bianca's like 'how bout we do 'who let the FRIARS out?' so goal we scored to tie the game 4-4, i yelled out 'WHO LET THE FRIARS OUT??' and the crowd lemme know they approved. yeah, good times at the hockey game. yeah, so december kairos comin up soon. at 5 to 8 there was a good sized pile off applications on the floor in bro gabe's office. yes, i do hope like hell i get a spot for leader. but still, the other day i came to terms that i just might not get it. and if i didnt thad still be cool bc theres a buncha other great guys applyin that id be glad to see go (includin maciej, park, wally, cortese, elsey, pk, meagan, massarella). i sorta have a feelin that i know exactly who's gonna get leader for the girls but ill refrain. hey, if i get it, kudos, if not, kudos to somebody else. its all good. i still got the joy.
yeah, so tday was pretty good too. first i had the sat 2 chem test which i didnt really care at all about. i took it b4 and didnt do too well bc i went out w/ maciej, elsey, and kief instead of goin for farran's review session. bah, i dodnt regret it. so i sorta floated through that. but since i only had an hr there, i didnt get to fill in all the o's on the back of the test booklet... we'll see what happens w/ that. then after that, i wore the RED indian suit to a WEDDING. i cant explain it, i absolutely LOVE weddings. even if its of ppl i dont even known. i wanted to go for that wedding the day of hc but since so many ppl were tellin me not to, i didnt even though nape's mom said it would be perfectly ok for me to come. yeah, no way thats EVER gonna happen again. what can i say? i love weddings. maybe its a niche of my feminine side. right next to me usin pink right now... anywho, at the wedding at the reception i sat at the same table w/ a girl i knew a couple yrs ago that i had a crush on. it was the daughter of one of my mom's friends. we were sittin tgether talkin bout just about everything and outta nowhere im told her that i had had a crush on her a couple yrs ago when she lived in chicago. funny thing is turns out she felt the say way bout me. i wasnt gonna tell her at first but then i was like 'wtf, whatll it hurt?' then she had a special dance at the reception. wow, if a girl can dance, +1000 zapatos. but if a girl can dance to indian music, like bhangra, +1001 zapatos. then my cousins came over to my house after the wedding. ive gotta put up more pics online soon. i also gotta find out a way to put up the kairos pics album w/o havin the ppl who havent gone see em. this may take a while...
yeah, so ive been having this freaky/strange dreams lately. i usually dont have any dreams at all or cant remember what they were bout once i get up. but recently, my god, i can actually remember what they were about. and once i remember a lil bit of it, i can remember the whole thing. insane. like the 3 most recent ones were totally random. the first was me drunk at some party. how i got drunk, i dont know but im sure i was. it was a party at somebody's huge house and there were ppl everywhere doin all sortsa stuff. the place was packed w/ tons of ppl from all over. like ppl from fen-fen, marquette, nylf, relatives, dgs, and ppl i didnt even know. all i can remember is that i had a whole lotta fun, there was a whole lotta dancin, and it never hit me as strange that all these ppl were in the same place at the time. its weird bc over the summer i learned in psych that though dreams seem real they are only jumbled bits of past experiences/thought that the brain is mulling over. so basically, you cant dream of yourself doing something you've never done b4, like you couldnt imagine yourself going into some place you've never been b4 and later when ya go to the place for the first time in real life, yoo remember it from your dream. thats impossible. also, you cant dream of riding your bike someplace if ya dont know how to ride a bike in the first place. so, since ive never been drunk b4 im not sure what was happenin to me at the time. but im pretty sure i was drunk in the dream bc everything i looked at wasnt stayin still and just to focus on something id hafta blink a couple times or so and for some reason i couldnt keep my balance and remembered i just collapsed on a couch. really weird. the next dream was just as weird, if not more. i woke up and there was somebody sleepin in my bed. some girl id never seen b4. ever. and i was like what the hell are ya doin in my house? no, i didnt wake up in bed w/ her. we got 4 rooms at my house. one master bedroom for my parents, one for me, one for my sis, and one extra room for guests and what not bc we always got ppl over. like i woke up in the guest bedroom and was wonderin why i was there as opposed to in my own bed. and i groggily go to my room to grab a shirt and i see somebody in my bed. but on top of that, it was a white girl. if it was some indian it woulda made a teeny tiny bit of sense bc it might be some relative of mine, but that still wouldnt explain why she was in my bed as opposed to in the guest bed. but no, it was some white girl id never seen b4. i didnt know what was goin on bc never has a white person ever slept over at my house. it was just absurd. plain absurd. i didnt wanna disturb her so i just grabbed my shirt and proceeded to go downstairs bc i always use the downstairs bathroom. theres one right beside my room but that was the one that my sister always used when she was around so i always go downstairs. then when i was walkin down the stairs i came upon this huge realization and was like 'OHHH!' then the dream ended and i cant remember for the life of me what that realization was. i told somebody bout it the other day and they said it was a vision. a vision of something that would happen 'a year and a day' from the day i had the dream (obv it was somebody from eng class). the other dream was me drivin somewhere, just me. once again, strange bc i dont have my license yet so ive never drivin by myself. but i was drivin on the highway w/ a buncha cars. then suddenly i saw that cars were dwindlin and then it was only a couple then only just my car on the open highway. then a car wizzes by on the left lane. in the opposite direction. what?? i looked in the rearview mirror till it was outta sight. then more and more cars started coming at me and i had to swerve lane to lane to avoid them. for some reason the car wouldnt slow down and all i could do was just to avoid a head on collision. then i had this erie feeling come over me and i just knew it was gonna be all over soon. i just felt it. no other way to describe it. the first thing that popped into my mind was what id say to my parents. i tried to remember how i had gotten myself into a situation as such and not being able to, felt worried bout what my parents would think/do after w/e turned out in a couple of minutes. then i saw this huge semi comin right at me and he or i honked a horn and then i woke up. it was about 3.30 in the morning and i was drenched in sweat even though the fan was on (every night i sleep under the covers but keep the fan on. if i got the fan on and no covers i get really cold and if im under the covers w/ the fan off i start gettin hot. covers and fan is the way to go. moderation. not too hot and not too cold.) anywho, this 3rd dream was absolutely terrifying. maybe each one of these dreams mean something. or maybe its just a way my brain's tryna unwind. either way, why im writin down what my dreams are on here of all places? who knows. yoo have just been inside my head... strange, wasnt it?
and i just realized that i started all of those paragraphs w/ yeah. solid.
yeah, so tday was pretty good too. first i had the sat 2 chem test which i didnt really care at all about. i took it b4 and didnt do too well bc i went out w/ maciej, elsey, and kief instead of goin for farran's review session. bah, i dodnt regret it. so i sorta floated through that. but since i only had an hr there, i didnt get to fill in all the o's on the back of the test booklet... we'll see what happens w/ that. then after that, i wore the RED indian suit to a WEDDING. i cant explain it, i absolutely LOVE weddings. even if its of ppl i dont even known. i wanted to go for that wedding the day of hc but since so many ppl were tellin me not to, i didnt even though nape's mom said it would be perfectly ok for me to come. yeah, no way thats EVER gonna happen again. what can i say? i love weddings. maybe its a niche of my feminine side. right next to me usin pink right now... anywho, at the wedding at the reception i sat at the same table w/ a girl i knew a couple yrs ago that i had a crush on. it was the daughter of one of my mom's friends. we were sittin tgether talkin bout just about everything and outta nowhere im told her that i had had a crush on her a couple yrs ago when she lived in chicago. funny thing is turns out she felt the say way bout me. i wasnt gonna tell her at first but then i was like 'wtf, whatll it hurt?' then she had a special dance at the reception. wow, if a girl can dance, +1000 zapatos. but if a girl can dance to indian music, like bhangra, +1001 zapatos. then my cousins came over to my house after the wedding. ive gotta put up more pics online soon. i also gotta find out a way to put up the kairos pics album w/o havin the ppl who havent gone see em. this may take a while...
yeah, so ive been having this freaky/strange dreams lately. i usually dont have any dreams at all or cant remember what they were bout once i get up. but recently, my god, i can actually remember what they were about. and once i remember a lil bit of it, i can remember the whole thing. insane. like the 3 most recent ones were totally random. the first was me drunk at some party. how i got drunk, i dont know but im sure i was. it was a party at somebody's huge house and there were ppl everywhere doin all sortsa stuff. the place was packed w/ tons of ppl from all over. like ppl from fen-fen, marquette, nylf, relatives, dgs, and ppl i didnt even know. all i can remember is that i had a whole lotta fun, there was a whole lotta dancin, and it never hit me as strange that all these ppl were in the same place at the time. its weird bc over the summer i learned in psych that though dreams seem real they are only jumbled bits of past experiences/thought that the brain is mulling over. so basically, you cant dream of yourself doing something you've never done b4, like you couldnt imagine yourself going into some place you've never been b4 and later when ya go to the place for the first time in real life, yoo remember it from your dream. thats impossible. also, you cant dream of riding your bike someplace if ya dont know how to ride a bike in the first place. so, since ive never been drunk b4 im not sure what was happenin to me at the time. but im pretty sure i was drunk in the dream bc everything i looked at wasnt stayin still and just to focus on something id hafta blink a couple times or so and for some reason i couldnt keep my balance and remembered i just collapsed on a couch. really weird. the next dream was just as weird, if not more. i woke up and there was somebody sleepin in my bed. some girl id never seen b4. ever. and i was like what the hell are ya doin in my house? no, i didnt wake up in bed w/ her. we got 4 rooms at my house. one master bedroom for my parents, one for me, one for my sis, and one extra room for guests and what not bc we always got ppl over. like i woke up in the guest bedroom and was wonderin why i was there as opposed to in my own bed. and i groggily go to my room to grab a shirt and i see somebody in my bed. but on top of that, it was a white girl. if it was some indian it woulda made a teeny tiny bit of sense bc it might be some relative of mine, but that still wouldnt explain why she was in my bed as opposed to in the guest bed. but no, it was some white girl id never seen b4. i didnt know what was goin on bc never has a white person ever slept over at my house. it was just absurd. plain absurd. i didnt wanna disturb her so i just grabbed my shirt and proceeded to go downstairs bc i always use the downstairs bathroom. theres one right beside my room but that was the one that my sister always used when she was around so i always go downstairs. then when i was walkin down the stairs i came upon this huge realization and was like 'OHHH!' then the dream ended and i cant remember for the life of me what that realization was. i told somebody bout it the other day and they said it was a vision. a vision of something that would happen 'a year and a day' from the day i had the dream (obv it was somebody from eng class). the other dream was me drivin somewhere, just me. once again, strange bc i dont have my license yet so ive never drivin by myself. but i was drivin on the highway w/ a buncha cars. then suddenly i saw that cars were dwindlin and then it was only a couple then only just my car on the open highway. then a car wizzes by on the left lane. in the opposite direction. what?? i looked in the rearview mirror till it was outta sight. then more and more cars started coming at me and i had to swerve lane to lane to avoid them. for some reason the car wouldnt slow down and all i could do was just to avoid a head on collision. then i had this erie feeling come over me and i just knew it was gonna be all over soon. i just felt it. no other way to describe it. the first thing that popped into my mind was what id say to my parents. i tried to remember how i had gotten myself into a situation as such and not being able to, felt worried bout what my parents would think/do after w/e turned out in a couple of minutes. then i saw this huge semi comin right at me and he or i honked a horn and then i woke up. it was about 3.30 in the morning and i was drenched in sweat even though the fan was on (every night i sleep under the covers but keep the fan on. if i got the fan on and no covers i get really cold and if im under the covers w/ the fan off i start gettin hot. covers and fan is the way to go. moderation. not too hot and not too cold.) anywho, this 3rd dream was absolutely terrifying. maybe each one of these dreams mean something. or maybe its just a way my brain's tryna unwind. either way, why im writin down what my dreams are on here of all places? who knows. yoo have just been inside my head... strange, wasnt it?
and i just realized that i started all of those paragraphs w/ yeah. solid.
