</head> <body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d22633155\x26blogName\x3dparticular+nothings+in+the+everyday+l...\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dTAN\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://thefreewayexit.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://thefreewayexit.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d-7461527498265296001', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Wednesday, August 29, 2007

[ what the?! ]

Where is my proper Clustrmaps thingy?! Why are there only two visits?! Hello?!

Oh no don't tell me. They "upgraded" my version. I've had it for A YEAR now and they made the new one a while back so WHY NOW?! Not when I've got a lot of visits already! WHY WHY WHY???????

Labels:

chLoe was here at: 12:13:00 PM


Monday, August 27, 2007

[ in eight days, i will be walking the hallways of pope john paul ii catholic secondary school. hooray me! ]

For the second time in a row I woke up at 7 AM. Today's occasion: go to school!!!!

But nooooo. Not yet. First I ate breakfast (duh). I was not up for rice. Then I took a bath (also duh) which I also did not feel like doing but had to because we had to go meet the principal. After debating on what to wear I chose my favourite brown long thing with the bolero which I have worn a million times on a million important occasions and denims. Also sandals. While I was doing that the song "When the Saints Go Marching in" crept into my head. I do not know why.

First me and the fam went to St. Martin de Porres School to see about my sis (who's going to seventh grade btw) but the principal wasn't there. Me and my sisters explored. It looks like what you see in movies only we were stuck to kindergarten classrooms 'cause we couldn't go up since the school is closed.

Then after the principal failed to arrive we went to MY SCHOOL!!!!!!!!! It's shaped in a P and is a bus ride and a short (meaning long) walk away. How nice in winter.

Met up with the VP and decided on which courses to take. Went with Arielle which is still unfair but I have to get used to and talked about which ones we wanted (not the same as much as possible). There was another girl there, a blonde, who took a look at what we were doing which was filling up forms and asked us if we were transfering schools. I said we just moved to Canada, continued to write, then when confused asked

"What's Integrated Technology?" She took the book and explained

"Take a look at the grade ten and eleven courses and if you'd like to take these" - indicating tech courses - "you have to start with Integrated Technology."

Oh.

Then I wrote again, Visual Arts first choice, Integrated Tech second, Business third, Drama fourth, Music fifth. I know I took piano but I suck at reading notes and besides, I'm out of practice and if they make me sing they'll be putting themselves in danger of perforated eardrums.

To make conversation I asked, "Are you transfering here too?"

"Pardon?"

"Are you transfering here too?"

"No, I have an interview. I'm going to be teaching religion."

Oh wow! And my next question was going to be "What grade are you in?"

I hope she'll be my teacher. If she gets accepted anyway. She's really nice and really pretty (fashionably dressed, non-acned, and young). Better watch out for boys! I actually thought she was seventeen or something.

VP called us back and made conversation with the parentals (I am going back tomorrow for guidance counseling and uniform-buying), then we went. I said to the nice blonde who I hoped was going to be my teacher that it was nice to meet her and she said good luck. I can't believe it, I really did think she was a teenager. She must at least be twenty-one. I didn't catch her name but oh well. See her in religion class!

Went back to St. Martin and got my sister's records straight. Then went with Dad and Arielle to the library, where I'm at now.

See ya! Belated post later on the really great day in Brampton! Hey, I am making good progress and meeting lots of new people. The BOMB!!!!!

Labels: ,

chLoe was here at: 12:17:00 PM


Tuesday, August 14, 2007

[ why i want my life to be in the chick lit section. ]

Hahahaaa. I am seriously getting addicted to chick lit. I can't help it. I've got nothing else to do and the next best thing is be somebody else somewhere living a life.

Today I went to a beach in Texas. Oh yeah adik talaga. I wish it could happen to me, go on a vacation with my friends, party a little, meet some guys. The life, mehn. But at the rate I'm going I'll be doing exactly that in fifteen years (yeah, fifteen, when I'm twice my age now). When I'll probably have my own kid. I haven't even gone to the spa yet, with my mom or anyone else. Omaygulay am I that pathetic? I swear when I have a daughter, that spa sessions will be our bonding activity. I will not be one to pass up such an opportunity, even if it comes when I'm thirty. In fact I would LOVE to have a facial, get a massage and such, all while feeling like a...female.

I want that.

I also want my life to be like the books. It can be predictable I know, but it's so exciting. I wish my parents would be more hands-off. I wish I were more confident. I wish I could have anything I want. I wish I could update my wardrobe. I wish I were popular. I wish I related with my family better. I wish I wasn't this lazy. I wish...

Read chick lit if you haven't. And then ramble on like I'm doing.

Labels: ,

chLoe was here at: 8:22:00 PM


Saturday, August 11, 2007

[ the geography of girlhood ]

I've just finished reading this book called The Geography of Girlhood. It looked like a good book when I went searching for summer reads online and I was wondering why it got great reviews from everybody. So I borrowed it.

The synopsis tells about a girl named Penny who is ready to find her way in the world, but has to confront the complicated truths of life and what it means to be a girl stumbling towards adulthood without a map.

Under the cover were reviews from co-chick lit writers such as Sarah Dessen, Ann Martin, Deb Caletti, and E. Lockhart. Plus one from actress Julia Stiles - "A beautifully written, perceptive take on growing up. I only wish this book had been around when I was a teenager." In short, all of them were good reviews. So I decided to check the author out, and got a big shock: Kirsten Smith is the co-writer of the screenplays of movies such as Legally Blonde, Ella Enchanted, 10 Things I Hate About You (which I must admit, and if you cared enough to look, is one of my favourite movies, and also one in which aforementioned actress Julia Stiles acted), and She's The Man (look at one of my oldest posts - I watched that movie with my friends and loved it! So many good memories...)

I was really into it now. I opened the book and began to read. By now I was aware it was free verse, not what I was expecting and not one in which I was particularly interested, but it had caught my attention and I was going to go through with it.

The book started when Penny was fourteen and ended when she was seventeen. During those four years she had to deal with the ups and downs of her crazy life - being unpopular, drifting away from her friends, being the sister of the Queen Bee, being a late bloomer, and all the stuff us girls have to cope with.

The Geography of Girlhood was easy to relate to, simply written, but captured the essence of what it is to be a girl growing up unguided. Of course I'm not seventeen yet and am not about to go running off with the bad boy, but you and me, we could almost be Penny. Here's a verse I particularly liked:
When you're fourteen,
you look good only once a week
and it's never on the day of the dance.
Fourteen is going to bed at night
and wishing you could wake up with a new face
or a new dad or better yet,
a new life
that doesn't look anything
like this one.

And then there is this thing we always wonder about:

Funny how the things you ask for
you never get
And the things you don't,
you always do.

And these things we wish we were:

Basic Stupid Wish List #27

I wish I was this
I wish I was that

I wish I was thin
I wish I was fat

I wish I was Skyler
I wish I was Jean

I wish I was sexy
I wish I was mean

I wish I was beautiful
I wish I was tall

I wish Bobby loved me
But it's a pipe dream, that's all.

If any member of the opposite sex is reading this, you've just gotten an inside look on the mind of a girl. Because gentlemen, that's how it is.

Labels:

chLoe was here at: 4:03:00 PM


Saturday, August 04, 2007

[ tamaditis ]

Yan tawag ng mom ko kasi lagi kaming tinatamad. "Tamad-itis" para bang sakit.

Yes I know.

PIPOOOOOOOOOOL, SINCE TINATAMAD AKONG MAGSULAT (AND I UPDATE MY MULTIPLY MORE NOW) PLEASE GO TO AFOREMENTIONED SITE. CONTACTS, YOU KNOW WHERE. NON-CONTACTS, IF YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND, ASK ME. OR ELSE SORRY NALANG SA INYO. THANK YOU.

Labels: ,

chLoe was here at: 12:10:00 PM


Thursday, August 02, 2007

[ heat wave hits toronto ]

Eh, I am so bored. It's 30 plus degrees outside, I'm in the house, and I have nothing to do. I'd almost rather have the tests you all are always talking about. School starts in a month. HELP I'M DROWNING IN BOREDOM!!!

Well what can I do? You can't expect me to make my Niagara posts today. I'm sweating like a pig, I can't think properly, and before long one of my sisters is going to bug me to get off the PC anyway. Ah, well. I'm just going to worry about what half a year of vacation is going to do to my already-deficient social skills.

For a man to achieve all that is demanded of him he must regard himself as greater than he is.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Labels: ,

chLoe was here at: 9:32:00 AM