What Does Inspiration Taste Like?

hannah Portugal: what does inspiration taste like?
Cy: It depends
Cy: there’s inspiration that’s like a star
Cy: like
Cy: a star
Cy: fell into your head
Cy: there’s also
Cy: a fiery chest area inspiration
Cy: but
Cy: I find that
Cy: The star falling inspiration is much handier and more mutable and potent
Cy: than the chest
Cy: but
Cy: you’re at your best when you have both
Cy: the chest area inspiration alone doesn’t really get you anywhere.
hannah Portugal: i see..
Cy: there’s more though
Cy: there’s
Cy: the world falling apart inpiration
Cy: which happens when you’re really tired
Cy: things turn into other things
Cy: but
Cy: well
Cy: it’s like swimming
Cy: but
Cy: it’s hard to come up with anything
Cy: because you’re usually too tired.
hannah Portugal: ..i do that a lot.

Cy: it prolly comes in more flavors.
hannah Portugal: that inspiration is mixed with luck, i guess.
hannah Portugal: it’s like…
hannah Portugal: i guess inspiration would taste like theobromine.
Cy: I have never tasted theobromine
hannah Portugal: neither have i.
Cy: we’re both wrong
Cy: it’s an active ingriedient in chocolate.

hannah Portugal: hahaha
hannah Portugal: that’s the point-
hannah Portugal: :p
Cy: inspiration is
Cy: very
Cy: odd
Cy: it’s like
Cy: an
Cy: um.

hannah Portugal: it doesn’t taste like anything.
hannah Portugal: maybe.
Cy: mayeb
Cy: it tastes like everything
Cy: so that
Cy: it tastes like nothing
Cy: like
Cy: a rainbow

Lazy Sunday Photos

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Today is Sunday, and frankly, I’m not sure what to believe, because the world keeps changing, and i’m not sure if I like it. A time of gathering, a time of buko pie and church people, of reminiscing camp and of smiling impatiently until you get home. Fellowship is fun until you’re left with those who don’t really know you.

Last night brought two dreams. The first was totally irrelevant. =P The second was a little scarier.

It started out with me texting at the mall. And I was writing something stupid like, “I’m a funny person, I don’t mean what I say, and I’m afraid to trust people.” And then from there, I spiralled back to that fateful day in 6th grade when my world first learned to fall into shambles. That was when the nightmare began. It wasn’t a monsters-chasing-you kind of dream, but a ohnoest-I-don’t-want-to-relive-this-evar . I didn’t know I still harbored ill feelings for her. I didn’t want to remember. But yeah, last night, it came back, those little cutscenes and those little seedlings of a grudge. Lol.

IBM Kid!

Today I was ferried off to IBM to take a scholarship exam for employee kids only. There were four of us in the little cold conference room, and I was the first to arrive. A lady was writing on the whiteboard. I took out my little green notebook and began doodling. Dad accidentally left his cellphone with mom, who was off to GCF for the morning, so he told me to call his extension when I was finished. The next guy arrived after 5 minutes. His name was Samuel; a bespectacled boy who seemed friendly-ish. After a few moments of awkward silence, I asked what his course was. ECE at UP, he was from Masci, with an older brother taking Med and UP Manila.

Trisha came next. Tall, fair-skinned girl with short brown hair. Really tall. o_o I didn’t get to talk to her until after the test, but she did borrow my pencil. The test began. It wasn’t too complicated, and 20 minutes into the test, Nico Fernandez came, said hi, took a seat. o_o IBM kid! So, I finished early and began sketching Mountain Girl characters on the scratch paper attached to the answer sheet. And a short comic about butterly mind control.

After the 2 and a half hour test, we had an interview. I got to go first. Usual stuff; and then lunch with dad and mother at Pho Hoa. I was freezing. Then mom and I went to the bookshop and I got The Hundred Secret Senses, by Amy Tan. <3

I Scored as Artsy.

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Here We Go

Block A-1

Monday-Thursday

8:30-12:00 Arch 1
1:30-3:30 Arch 10
3:30-6:30 Arch 2

Wednesday
7:00-9:00 Basic Social Dancing

Tuesday-Friday

8:30-10:00 Math 11
11:30-1:00 Anthro 10
1:00-2:30 SocSci1
4:00-5:30 CW10

This is the sked i’m hoping to get. 

Sir Joey Found Me.

Now you have, too.

Astigmatism? Hmm.

I was at the Podium yesterday with mom, and she decided to check out the glasses shop to get a new pair. (Rimless-progressive-Airwear-something-something) I hung around, playing with the little rotating chairs and trying on glasses. Round glasses, square glasses, scary teacher glasses–there were even James glasses. I never really thought I’d need them. >.>

Mom told the lady to check my eyes just in case, and I sat down in front of the little white eye-scanner, and focused on the little green balloon. All I saw was a green blur for a few moments, and then it became clear. And then blurry again, and then clear. Ok, left eye. But this time, the blur was even worse. It took a bit longer to focus, and when I did, it held for a few moments. The lady looked puzzled at the result. “Puyat ka ba?” she asked. I shook my head. “Computer?” I nodded. But that was more than 5 hours ago.

My right eye had a grade of 75, while my left got 150. o_o Ohno.

Bespectacled me? I never thought I’d actually need glasses– I hope I won’t…but the signs point that way, a little. My dad’s entire family wears glasses, as I found out later. A recheck with an eye doctor happens next week. >_> Dundun.

A Small-fisted Rebellion

Every time the dream girl is mentioned, I take note and subliminally compile the extra qualities I now have to live up to. Then, upon realizing that I can never become those thingsa and be my real self at the same time, I turn my frustration into paper and ink. My brain shifts into defensive mode, and adjectives fly. He isn’t the only one with dreams.

Soon, a sketch is in place. Several, actually. I examine his face. Cute. An athletic frame, with laughing eyes and a gentle smile. And that messed up hair every fangirl loves too much. He’s a journalist, or perhaps a psychologist. (All I know is that he isn’t one of those weird FA guys like Avid Liongoren) And! He is a gentleman with a huge sweet tooth. o_o Who appreciates blueberry cheesecake and Terry Pratchett books. By this time, I ask, does this guy even exist? By this time, paper and ink are gone. And then I realize that this small-fisted rebellion was quite silly. After all, God’s perfect choice has already been made. But for that I must wait and see.

Summer, I Suppose

It’s 2:20 and I’m off to the Podium to shuttle Brat # 2 (Patricia) to her summer theatre lessons. The heat is killing me, and so is the wait. Activites of the moment include eating Crunch Caramel, lazing around on chores, watching Amazing Race All-Stars reruns, and complaining about the heat. And trying to find my way around WordPress, of course. Sketches for the Mountain Girl Project are on the agenda, along with that IBM scholarship thing, and of course, shopping!