Sunday, March 7
Mar. 7 Sunday
Magical fairy names rock! Hahahaha!
Sunday...the name says it all.
SUN - DAY.
All I can say is....WAAAAARRRRMMMMM!!!! Man! The heat was unbearable! I even have a fever today! And to think, I had to make a paper, review for a test, and make a project... Hehe...multi-taskin time!
I woke up to the voice of my dad saying: "Celine! CELINE! Halika dito, tingnan mo 'to...ang galing." *Dad...sounding excited...that only means...uh-oh..* Turns out, my dad was watching the VCD of the new movie The Passion of the Christ. My dad was always fascinated with bible stuff...especially the dialects. The movie had all my dad's favorites: Aramaic, Latin, Greek, and Itallian. He kept rewinding and replaying some dialogues over and over again and translating certain words for me. I knew a few, myself, but he didn't want me to settle with just a 'few'. He pulled out his reference books on Greek and Latin, and gave me a full Greek dialect and writing lesson. Man, is my dad obsessed. He's been teaching me countless languages since I was a kid. I think I know more Latin, Aramaic, Greek, Spanish, Itallian, French, Russian, German, Japanese, and even Chabacano than anyone else my age...just snippets, that is. Basic words. Anyway...It made me look weird, though. Knowing a lot of words from different dialects...like in class, the teacher would give this highfaluting word and ask us the meaning. Nobody would have the slightest idea, but after a few moments, I would mutter the meaning, the class wouldn't pay attention, the teacher would say: "Yes! That's right! Very good!", and the class would stare at me open-mouthed and cry: "HOW THE HECK DID YOU KNOW THAT?! WHERE DO YOU GET ALL THAT INFORMATION, CEL?!" See? That's why I don't like reciting. They get shocked and think I'm showing off. But I'm not. It's just because I read a lot of encyclopedias, watch TV, and have a dad who's obsessed with knowledge of the old world. Hehe.
Anyway, the movie was great. Brutal, I tell you. Gruesome. Bloody. Worse than Hannibal/Red Dragon, and gorier than Kill Bill. And to think...it's not fiction...it really happened. To Jesus. Man, the things they did to Him...I'm a Gore-Galore Sadist myself, but when I saw the scourging at the pillar...I had to look away. And the thing of it is, it made me think. Not scientifically, this time. It made me rethink about the bad things I do...about doubting Jesus, about questioning my faith...I'm telling you, if this movie doesn't knock some faith in you, I don't think any other movie will.
My dad had to go to my Lola's place to visit her and Kuya. When he came back, he was all: "CELINE. NATULOG KA BA? FROM WHAT TIME TO WHAT TIME? DAPAT LANG MAGPAHINGA KA, KAYA NGA KITA INIWAN DITO SA BAHAY, E. TINGNAN MO'NG ITSURA MO, ANGPAYAT-PAYAT MO NA, SAKITIN KA PA! ANO KA BA?" I don't get my dad. Not one bit. He loves me, I know. But most of the time, he acts as if he doesn't...like I'm so...weak and frail...so...young, ignorant, and hard-headed. I try so hard not to be weak for him, but it doesn't seem to work. I curfewed my crying time, and made sure he never saw me shed tears or laugh too much. I always have to act monotonous and serious - like I'm talking to a platoon leader, or something. He doesn't accept shallow taglish or slang words. Sentences must be complete, concise, and clear. Voice must be monotonous and proper posture is a must. Or else, I'm in for another 'killing' session again. He'd shake his head, and tell me off via criticizing. And I just clench my fists, lock my jaw, and take in everything.
Then there are those weird extremely rare instances, when he suddenly acts all compassionate-like. There was this one time, he embraced me on the dawn of my 14th birthday and asked me: "O, Celine...14 ka na..I remember when you were still a baby...ang laki nang pinag-bago mo...di ka na umiiyak kagaya dati...hey, bakit nga ba hindi na kita nakikitang umiiyak ngayon?" You could just imagine how much I wanted to knock some sense into him...*It's all because of you, dad! Argh!*
Hehe. Hey, at least I got to chat wid Beija, Issa, Ate Sop, and Rosalyn today! Wheee! Im saved! Hehehe... Kundiman songs are...kinda...nice. (its the end of the world!!!)
Oh, well. Gotta go sleep. Dad sez so. Night, world. Night, Ate Rainbowglitter, Ate Bramble, and Feild! Thorn sleeps...
Icequeen out.