Friday, July 25, 2008

My Dead Toenails

It all started with lunch at the rundown bistro outside Hacienda del Rio, right across the blasted institution commonly called John-B (whose studentry attempted to wake the entire neighborhood this morning as they romped and talked their way down the street in charcoal paint and weird outfits to their Punta Villa campus).

Technically, it started after lunch. I was watching the replay of A.I. Season 7 Finale, and Archuleta was singing In This Moment (I love that song!). Who would have guessed that Janet Jackson herself would call our blessed abode, and even more stroke-inducing, tell me that I have to go see her that very instant in - where else? - school.

That's just the beginning, and to think that my left little pinky toe was all black and bruised from unintentionally kicking the wall that morning. So there I was, limping my way across streets and sitting inside a jeepney with my feet all stinky and my wounded toe all, uh, stinky.

When i arrived at the blasted place (blasted is our word for the day, by the way), she told me - in the presence of the princess of the damned and the purple reptile - that we were going to have CAT! Well, assuming that you do not know this, we were not supposed to have CAT anymore for this school year! During that moment, and afterwards, all I could think of was something like "Damn, why the heck are they letting this happen?!" So anyway, we had our training for three days... blah, blah... (this topic deserves a separate entry). Now it's what happened after the training that's really the meat of the matter today.


I do not know how it happened, and why it happened. Do not ask me about it (it's a touchy subject). All I know is that the day we officially became CAT officers, those nails were already dark black and violet and blue with shades of maroon and brown. They were dead, or in the layman's term, ba-og. Okay, so I'll stop describing them here. Take note: Those nails stayed that way for over a month.

That is, until that fateful Friday when I unconsciously slid my left foot backwards and the edge of the slipper hit and forced the right big toenail upwards and open. Didn't exactly open all the way through, but enough to cause considerable pain. A week later, it happened to my other foot.

Now, I'm proud to proclaim that the dead nails are 99% eradicated, except for a few fragments still attached to the skin and which I plan to let a pedicurist remove. It appears that when my nails were injured, the blood that was causing all the discoloration and that's stuck underneath the skin flowed out. Today, I wait for my nails' renaissance.

By the way, I'm not bitter about CAT. I just hate the fact that they decided to resume our training only during the week before school opened. But I'm loving every moment of being an officer. And I'm really looking forward - who among us doesn't - to torturing the blasted, ahem, applicants. Oh dear, it's gonna be a great starapple harvest season (evil Joker laugh).

P.S. The pinky toe's sort of well now... I think...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


now i'm going to rant about all the frustration, the stupidity, the idiocy, and the embarrassment that two very special aphrodites have been hurling at me these past few wretched, blessed days.

as we all know (though if you ain't related to me or aren't Guavish, you wouldn't), rayda has been quite a headache for the past... at the very least, the past week. what the hell is her problem??? if she wants me to become the omnipotent, omniscient Vencin of her wildest dreams and most rotten imaginations, she's better off pounding her head on the white-washed wall!

what the heck does this weird earthling want me to do? miraculously transform there and then into an uneinsteinish einstein? urgh, it just sucks the way she keeps goading me to play the role of savior. it sucks all the more the way she treats me like i'm some kind of extremely gifted child who deserves to be given unspecial special treatment. why?!

now about the fire-lovin queen of the gods, well that was just plain stupidity, wasn't it dahling?! how big of an idiot are you to just tear the wondrous pages and create a mishmash garbage dump of your own? whoever even gave you the authority to be that moronic?!!

two aphrodites, two stupid queendoms.

Monday, July 21, 2008

The Jester and The Vacuum Boy

I like watching movies.

Holidays, I usually spend watching the Oscar-nominated ones. How's that for culture. But among the many films that I've watched (at my age, I mean), only two screen villains have passed my/the test.

The first one is Javier Bardem in No Country for Old Men. He was really scary, speaking very little throughout the film, creating a very chilling aura. Those eyes were brilliant, and the facial expressions too. And the gadget he used for killing, and the small talk that usually preceded his kills!

The second one is [+] Heath Ledger as the Joker. We watched The Dark Knight last Sunday. What a natural performance! Christopher Lee and Ralph Fiennes did well enough in LOTR and HP but nobody really raved much about them. But now that I've seen Ledger's Joker, I feel sad. Such a loss.

The verdict: Ledger and Bardem should have a grand showdown. First, they attempt to kill each other their characters' ways. Second, they switch roles.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Turmoil of Thoughts

no, i don't think you were trying to control me. i don't think you were roasting me. i actually thought you were quite nice to do that.

i was on the verge of tears - the reason why i couldn't speak as well as i usually do. you told me to defend myself, but i was so helpless. i was too overwhelmed by the situation, mulling over the info you'd just given me (just as you had guessed).

i don't really talk much in those kinds of situations. i just think you ought to know that i'm not the stereotype you thought or wanted me to be. fine, so "stereotype" may not be the best word for this; just fill it up for me. i usually mull over what someone says before doing anything or saying something back, usually takes me a day to fully digest things.

i'm different from many other people, and i'm proud of it. few creatures choose to be different nowadays. i'm very complicated, but thanks for trying to understand. i never thought you'd go that far, or be that "friendly."

i'll always be thankful for what you did, and for what you've been doing. i'd rather choose to see you as Olympian gifts, if you get my drift. thanks.

i left my physics book in the chem lab, so i guess this is kind of like historic. smiles!

madamoiselle identification card was in a bad mood this morning. so was julian, though i doubt she really was. i mean, she's so overly complicated; i guess you can blame aphrodite for that. estero was being... well, just an estero again.

now mind you, these are all fictitious names and they might be pertaining to imaginary pips as well. sayonara.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

This Araw of Glory


Date: july 15, 2008
Time: around 8:50 p.m.
Mood: disturbed

finally, my very own blog. All the planning in my mind has finally materialized.

now about the name, the world according to jarby. fine, I challenge you: sue me, Lea darhling.

if my writing's disorganized, it's just a reflection of my current state of mind.

so, mark this wonderful day. mark this araw of glory, the day i got bitten by the "blug."