Monthly Archives: March 2009

The Curious Case of Busy Barry

pic by Jean

pic by Jean

When students reach the finals week/s, I have observed, they get to voluntarily stray away from the lovely splendor of social network sites (Ah, the crappy quizzes in Facebook! I shall go forth and Multiply! From Twitter with love…). But there have been such cases where the execution is hugely involuntary: My case. If I hadn’t known any better, I nearly abandoned my blog in stupor.

People cannot tone down the crazy bone. Because of such intense stress, I have seen the lambs evolve into wolves, then I’d spend time rationalizing what’s wrong with them- or with me. A CMC librarian known for her niceness I had approached yesterday only to hear her raise her voice for the first time, “Ano baaa?” the lamb cried. I can’t blame her though; there was a time where my face was kissing my laptop screen for a Socio101 paper. I was sitting on the corridors and then my blockmates came and greeted me cheerily. I arrogantly greeted them back with my right palm stiff in the air. Consequently they chorused, “Ay? Busy.

My friends would not seem to reply to my urgent text messages, unless I said I’m about to slash my wrist. In school, there seemed to be an atmosphere of a crammed newsroom or TV studio during times of war. I then spaced out and imagined my astral personality leaving my harassed body. Literal escapism, it is. ( Read more… )

If the Eye Offends, Pluck it Out

bannerFor our Chamber Theatre class, we exhumed Mary Higgins Clark’s ALL AROUND THE TOWN and transformed it into a script. We performed it last Monday in AS101 at 7PM. The pictures follow with some labels to guide you. ENJOY! ( Read more… )

The Origin of the Hopeless Romantic

The pessimism of Ricky Lee on love was outrageously high. After reading his first novel, I had the urge to find a rope and garrote all those who have written or produced anything saying that love conquers all. It has never been known that love never read Para Kay B.

b-book( picture by John Wong )

The main character Lucas writes five sobering stories real and not, including his, to his unworthy promiscuous girl Bessie (revealed later as B). It sort of reminds me of One Tree Hill‘s, yes, Lucas who created a novel for Peyton, and subsequently become bewilderingly forgotten by the same girl for a Hollywood career. I then rise to my minute antifeminist frenzy. Bessie is the subject sought as inspiration, which could turn a Herod’s heart soft. How could girls like B reject genuine literature just like that? Could they possibly not think how thick the guys’ calluses have grown, from eternal jotting down? Did the guys just develop pasma for nothing? ( Read more… )