'The Destroyer' destroys

Congratulations to Manny Pacquiao for winning the WBC International Featherweight Title in his spectacular match against Erik Morales last January 21, 2006 at the Thomas and Mack Center, Las Vegas, USA.

I, for one, am absurdly proud of him.

His current world rank is 1/860. (boxrec.com)

Fly high, Filipino.

Tragedy

Oh no, it's not at all what many people would actually consider a 'tragedy.' It's only that I haven't seen a single A since the second semester started, and really, I'm feeling quite frustrated. The only subject I seem to be doing well in (I certainly hope I can still say this after I get my long test back) is Literature 14, which has been (and is, obviously) my favorite subject this semester. I don't have a clue what my standing is in English, I'm only doing fairly ok in Math, Zoology lecture and lab, and I hope never to see my grade in Filipino 12, because, as I am deathly sure, I am currently (almost) failing that subject. Yes, I do have half a semester left to salvage what's left of my poor grades, but it's just discouraging to know I could've done better and that my chances of a 4.0 GPA has just flown out the window. I have set my sights a little lower, but even so I'm not so sure I can achieve my goal.

Maybe I've been distracted lately by those dark eyes, and that smile...

That's the other tragedy. Falling in love. I might write a poem about that paradox. Or not. Such depressed poetry is only making me depressed in reality. But then, sad poems are just so much more beautiful to hear, so much more meaningful. Then again, maybe I really am miserable and I don't know it. Or I do, but I don't want to admit it and it's clear in the poetry I write that I am.

God help me, because I don't even know right now.

It's all good

After Christmas, there wasn't a lot of activity in the house. We did go to watch Spellbound, said to be "The greatest magic show on earth," although I'm not sure I agree with that. It was a really fabulous show, with dancing girls and (mostly gay) guys in various glittery apparel, magicians, tricks, and even a human design performance, etc. But I'd seen all the "magic" before, on TV. Nothing beats the real thing, yeah, but the fact is that they did nothing new. I really enjoyed it, though.
The other days, I killed time reading Twelfth Night by Shakespeare and a lot of other books, most of them useless ones such as Gossip Girl's latest novel, Nothing Can Keep Us Together, and Rennison's Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging (which I've reread twice already). There was one book I didn't enjoy at all, and that was the required reading for English 12, The New Anvil Guide to Research Paper Writing. I managed to finish it, and now the idea of a research paper sounds even more intimidating. I mean, a whole book was dedicated to the process!
Anyway, my dad bought a new DVD player, which also had 10,000 songs that you can sing along to. This was good news, because it meant the old Philips DVD player downstairs was now available to be relocated (to my room). Obviously, that translated to hours spent after midnight rewatching our old DVDs, plus some of the new ones.
I played tons of NFSMW as well. I'm still playing Blacklist # 6's requirements, though, even after all this time, because it is seriously not an easy game. Also, long periods of doing nothing (and getting slightly bored) caused me to play hours of Scrabble, sometimes with myself, sometimes with other people.
Mom bought some fireworks for the new year, which we promptly set off at midnight on the last day of December. It was beautiful, and so were all the other fireworks that made a hell of a lot of noise that night. My family and I watched from our terrace, then toasted each other to a prosperous year.
Happy New Year, everyone. It's 2006 already, can you believe it?