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Wednesday, January 30, 2002 a Physics 1A midterm bright and early at 9a.m. geez! was that not a mother-f@#%en hard ass test!!! geez! only 3 questions and it was near impossible. my friend Tung will vouch for me that it was a hard test... and he got a 4 on the AP physics test. that ish was insane!! no numbers at all... it was all variables!!! damn you! aww well. everyone agreed, the test was hard. so i think the curve will be set at 50%. no worries. omg! Ozma has a music video for Domino Effect! that's the song Theresa is showing me how to play on the guitar! how cool. Ozma is Roy's favorite band and like a couple of the band members go to UCLA. how cool! i saw the video on Much Music... it doesn't look that good but it's just cool to see 'em on there. right on. today... i woke up early, ate breakfast with Roy, and watched early morning cartoons. went to class... pretty boring stuff... i seem to be getting the material. ate lunch at Rieber with Roy and his friend Matt. i had some chicken salad and fried rice and fries. the chicken salad was pretty good and i found myself picking at the salad without any dressing (don't worry... this intricate yet boring detail is important later on). met up with Tammy and Christy (i introduced them to each other the other week and they're kicking it together now! how cool!!). it turns out they have a class together. what a small world came back to the dorm and took a quick nap. woke up feeling hella sick! so i didn't go to discussion for Geography (which is required for a participation grade). my stomach and all that... feeling gross. i tried to sleep but couldn't because my stomach was just feeling gross... stupid peristalsis. i tried puking a couple times but that didn't work... watched TV for a while... MTV had their usual Real World Marathon before showing the new episode. i started talking to Marie around 7 (i remember cause that's when they showed the new episode and i missed it)... and then at 7:50... it came. had to puke for reals. so i tell her what's gonna happen and hang up and make a mad dash to the bathroom (it's a good thing it's right outside of my dorm room) and i puke like mad. i felt a little better afterward... but i had that feeling where your stomach muscles all tense up like they've been worked out too much... and that kinda hurt. i came back from the bathroom and Roy looks concerned but i don't say anything and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and head to the bathroom to (what else...) brush my teeth (cause that yack taste in your mouth isn't very lovely). Roy comes in to brush his teeth and figure out what's wrong with me. i guess he thought that i was depressed over something cause i was in bed all day looking sad and sick. but i told him that i just puked from what we ate during lunch. and he was relieved (awww... he's actually concerned... i appreciate that...). so he started messing around while brushing his teeth... he started brushing his cheek and nose and doing his Korean-Pop pose. friggin' funny and amusing! what'll i ever do without him. i remember him saying a few months ago "you're gonna miss me when i'm gone" and i'm starting to realize that. "word! kna mean!" [okay as i write this... Roy plays Notorious B.I.G. - One More Chance. a really bad ass song!!! but he pauses in the middle of the song to say the translation. it's mad funny.]
back to my day. i tried calling up Marie hoping talking to her would comfort me like it always does. but no good... i got no reception from my bed like i did earlier (how unlucky). i normally talk to her outside in the hallway where the reception is a little better (i still have to stand up and walk around to find the perfect reception where neither of us sound choppy) and have everyone wave at me and think all i do is talk on the phone (one day i was on the phone for 5 hours... i sat on the floor and my back hurt and my ass hurt and my arm hurt from holding the phone to my ear because i don't have an ear piece and my ear hurt because i don't have a case on my phone and metal with tiny holes in them will do that to your ear but of course i didn't realize any of that while i was talking to her...) but i wasn't feeling that well to chill out there... so i just went back to my bed and took a nap. i woke up 5 hours later and got the lounge people to get me a drink from Puzzles (they were headed there anyways...). drinking something felt good. i had some faucet water earlier. the drinking fountain is too far down the hall. i called up Marie and i woke her up (awww... sorry... but she sounded so cute on the phone it was good to hear her voice like that but bad at the same time for messing up peaceful sleep <----okay... i didn't write that cause that was too *ewww*). she was feeling sick too. her stomach hurt and i guess i gave her my illness over the phone. she wanted to be stabbed in the stomach by Pagoda (that's how bad it was). i decided to end the conversation early because i was feeling tired and we both needed our rest (we would've talked until one of us knocked out, which is always me). i say "good-bye" and she says "fine" because she doesn't like saying good-byes. she says the reason behind it is because she doesn't want to. okay... but why doesn't she want to? she elaborated more on it once. she said she doesn't want to stop talking to me! awwww!!! isn't that cool?! has anyone ever said that to you? it's like... wow! (of course... if you ask her... she probably won't admit it... it's cool... i'll believe what i want to). i feel bad hanging up on her. i really do. i'd love to wait until she falls asleep but that girl is an insomniac and i just can't beat her staying awake. i had my Math midterm today. Math 32B, Multi-Variable Vector Calculus. imagine insane Algebra with fucked-up Geometry in 3-Dimensions (sometimes 4-Dimensions which no one in their right minds can ever picture) with variables up the ass (x, y, z, T, D, D*, dx, dy, dz, and then there are funny Greek letters... damned Greeks, etc.). but yeah, i think i aced that shit!! heck gyeah!! right on!!! good day, good day. umm... i can't remember what else happened today. i woke up today not feeling sore at all!! i had some good rest. went to sleep at around 12:30. knocked out straight after coming home from Theresa's and the movies. woke up and talked to Marie on the phone. she headed off to church and so did Steve. so i thought i'd make the best and go to church with the both of them (church with Steve is so amusing, it goes by so quickly). i came in a lil' late (come on... it takes a while to fix my hair and make it right). i finally spotted Marie by her hair. i came by and tried to make it in time for the our father so i can hold her hand. i made it just in time to miss the "peace be with you" where you shake hands. i didn't get to shake her hand... darn! ke ke ke. anyways. she was sitting next to Paul Jucaban's parents (i wonder if they still remember me...) but that was cool. she was surprised... she looked embarassed. mission accomplished! Steve sat a few rows behind. Peter (filipino Peter with the pretty sister Mary) sat a row behind us. my cousins were there: Brian and Kay-Kay and Abigail and her mom (Marie thought it was my mom...). after mass, Marie left with her sister to Rite-Aid to get some ice-cream (and to see Ryan). Steve and Omar (he showed up after mass in the parking lot next to our cars) and i took Omar's car (Steve and I left our cars in the parking lot) to go to OCC so they can by there books. Marie calls and wants us to go to Rite-Aid but Omar and Steve really have to go to the bookstore. (by the way, the beautiful, sexy, talented, intelligent Princess Marie wants me to remind everyone that she told me the bookstore was going to be closed and that she was right and it was foolish for us not to have listened to her)but it turned out that the bookstore is closed. so we met up with Marie at Rite-Aid and i got my ice-cream (cookies and cream). i ate it by myself because by this time Marie and her sister had already finished theirs and Omar and Steve didn't want any. some of us got hungry and i threw up the idea of going to Alberto's/Alberta's/Allerto's/Al's/Alejandro's/Alexandro's/Alejandra's/Alfredo's and Omar and Steve knew of one in Costa Mesa so we headed over there. i went in Marie's car and we followed Omar and Steve... they didn't know where the hell they were going and so we drove around and got lost in the Mesa Verde neighborhood area. we decided to head over to Allerto's in Fountain Valley because we knew where that was. we got there and Omar and I ordered some Carne Esada Nachos and a Carne Esada Burrito. Marie didn't want any and she went to KFC next door. she said she saw a couple of cute guys in there. she ordered her food and left the place in 2 minutes. the guys working at KFC had her food done in 2 minutes. they saw Marie leaving and rushed to get her food ready to make her come back... but her sister got it instead. haha... doesn't sound funny when you read it... but when she got home, she found that the mashed potatoes weren't cooked well enough... and so... anyways. omar and my food wasn't done until a few minutes because takes a long time to prepare those monstrous foods. apparently Marie and her sister and Steve have never had Carne Esada Nachos before. i let them have some. dang that stuff is good! so we part ways there. Marie and her sister Paulyne head back home with their KFC. Omar, Steve, and I head over to my house. there we ate our food and watched the 5th Element with Bruce Willis. my mom instantly yelled at me as i appeared at the front door for not coming straight home after church and yelled at me even more for leaving my car at church. awww well. my mom has been pissy at me for the past couple of weeks. she's still mad at having someone sleep in the same bed as me a couple weeks ago. go figure. it's good she doesn't know that same someone was there two nights later in the same bed. so anyways... Steve needed to go home so Omar and I drive him to SJB. Steve gets in his car and leaves for home to eat. Omar and I drive off in our cars but Omar suddenly stops in front of the lunch benches. he wants to look around and find something from our past that we tagged on those benches back in the day in grade school. (and somewhere between leaving my house and stopping in front of the lunch benches... Marie calls me up or I call her up...). so we go around the lunch area looking for things. but the benches were re-painted!!! darn!!! even the trash cans are different. Marie tells me she has to go. i'm curious as to where she's going so i ask her. she doesn't tell me despite my pestering so we leave it at that cause i'm getting a little too much on the obsessive side. Omar and I walk around some more and notice how things have changed. for instance, the new Mary shrine in front of the kindergarden buildling, the new portables. things have gotten a lot smaller. remember where we use to line up for class in the mornings? remember the wall and the gate that we were never able to see over and always tried climbing but would get in trouble for? remember the "retarded" looking tree in front of the junior building? dang! we walk down the alley-way between the junior and senior buildlings... remember when it rained it use to flood in the alley way.... and that one time in Sr. Corona's class in the 5th grade we made paper boats and i made one for Erica. did i jock her that long ago? wasn't she with Kenny at the time... didn't they like each other? woah. anyways. we pointed out the doors we use to walk out of to go to lunch and recess. remember Mrs. Burke? who was the other 3rd grade teacher? we looked through the windows into the classrooms... remember the tiny desks we used to sit in? we use to put our books underneath the seat!!! haha... and at that moment Sr. Vianney walks into that exact class room! that was trippy. we were both feeling so nostalgic that we waved and smiled. normally... wouldn't we have flipped her off and yelled obsenities at her? dang! have we matured that much that we've lost hate and anger at our 9 year arch-nemesis? naw... i think we were just so caught up in the moment of looking at our past that it was good to see another symbol of our growing up. remember when Jimmy Hahn hit one of the open windows and his head started bleeding? remember that big circle thing next to the lunch benches we use to play games on? remember the library and Mrs. Alvares? remember the computer lab and Mrs. Viles? remember playing Puzzle Fighter in the garage with Steve's TV and Tuan's Playstation? remember the mass of Seagulls. they were another one of our arch-nemessissess (i know it's missssspelled). remember the P.E. lines? remember Mr. Kenny and his retarded excercises? where the hell did he ever get those?! Omar said he probably saw them on an infomercial. remember the four square lines? remember the old school hand-ball courts? looking back at the lines where it use to be... it looked really small... remember when Steve would hit it so hard that it flew over the fence on the other side? dang... those were the days... we a few remnants of the hop-scotch line... did anyone ever know how to play that game? geez. what happened to our playground!!! it's gone!! remembver the monkey bars! remember the pull up bars and remember when Erica and/or Elyse would spin around on it with one leg?!?! jeez... if they'd only do that now. remember those gymnast bars? what the hell were they for? no one ever used them for their real purpose (which no one knows what their real purpose is!!) we just use to hang around them, sit on them, or do flips on them... haha. remember the short stops? remember "steal the bacon" and "capture the flag"? those games would be so bad ass to play right now.... i think one of these days we all should come back and play against the 6th graders and kick their asses. so as Omar and i walk around the parking lot and reminisce about our child hood... surprise surprise! Marie drives in and parks near the lunch benches (Omar and i are near the playground). so i call her up. she walks over to Eliza and threatens to key her. i don't remember why... was it something i said?? didn't i ask her to drive over to where Omar and i were and drive us back to our cars? so she takes Omar's car because he leaves the keys in the ignition with the radio on. by this time it's sprinkling a little. so we all head off to my house. c l i f f l o v e's thoughts at 1:42:00 AM
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