August 16th, 2004

emma; only girl in the world

A Mid-August Fling with the Man with No Name

I don't know what to say about Imelda Marcos. I'm actually stumped. I still have to do two more IW cards, study for my Trig test and read for our English discussion. Aeneas is a real difficult story to interpret. I hate reading in between the lines. I absolutely suck at that! Why can't sir just ask the who, what, where and when? His questions make me shiver.

This morning at General Assembly, some folks from the Metropolitan something were advertising their play, A Midsummer's Night Dream. I happened to watch the movie and I thought it was pretty good. But that's not what I'm really interested in. GA has managed to cough up really cute guests. First there was the Milo Kid. But I got over that one really quickly. Now, there's another one. I didn't quite catch his name, but he was definitely cute.

One of the people advertising the play was really cute in a sort of BYT -- bright young thing, yuppies are so passé -- way. He had the glasses, the nice neat hair, the well-fitting jeans and black polo. Then again, beside the male teachers, who happen to be the only guys in school, he looked pretty damn fine! The way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down while he spoke so freaking eloquently, made me really giddy. Raia told me I was turning red.

Man with no name is a part of the ever growing list of guys I classify under the Team C genré. See, Team C consists of guys whom I like because they're cute. I most probably only see them once and they just really strike a chord with me. Team C has so many members that it's very hard to tell who actually belongs there. Still, man (yes, I say man because he is quite old, I'm guessing) with no name is now officially inducted into my not-so-exclusive Team C.

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I'm so tired. I have so much work to do and there's still so much more that's up ahead. I think I'm going to just collapse in the middle of Lab (I wish!) as we measure projectiles or something along those lines. And now, I don't even get the lesson in Physics. I was cool with it during the first few weeks, but now, I'm a mess! I don't understand a thing! This is really bad. Another dilemma I have to deal with.

SabPag is drawing really near and today's practice was probably the least productive so far. We super need Hani to be around. She's the only one who can get everyone to be attentive, which is a trait I really admire in her. Tomorrow, we'll have another practice and luckily she'll be there to keep everyone in line.

Tomorrow is also our first class mass. Also due to this class mass, we got our second scolding from an observer. Sir wasn't very happy with us today and it's the third time we've been called cheap. Beautiful. How great that shall be on our fragile self esteem. Sometimes, teachers can be a bit too harsh. It's not like we aren't trying to be good. We don't mess up on purpose. I really feel bad for Hani because she's done such a good job and now, we get this lecture.

I really need the weekend.

Damn it's only Monday.
emma; only girl in the world

Reformed Bad Boy

Landon Carter

Shane West
so sexy/sweet you'll want to:
contract a sickness just so he'll dance with you in the moonlight or buy you a star.
Everyone agrees with me when I say that I will remember this movie. Why? Because first of all, it came right after Crossroads which had very bad acting from Britney Spears. Then suddenly here comes Mandy Moore with the obvious difference. She can actually act. Then of course, it always helped that this movie had a much sweeter/sexier guy in the form of Shane West.

Yes, Landon Carter swept me off my feet from the moment he stepped out of his car in the first scene. He is the ultimate bad boy, because he isn't really all that bad. He's my favorite type of bad boy -- the ones who look tough on the outside, but are in fact, absolutely sweet on the inside. Nicholas Sparks probably created Landon thinking he wanted to be just like this guy.

How can you not resist him when he tells you this:

Landon: I might kiss you.
Jamie: I might be bad at it.
Landon: That's not possible.

In fact, I wouldn't even try explaining my inadequacy in that department -- though I am a neophyte -- because all I'd be thinking about was yanking him towards me before he changes his mind. **cough** cheap **cough**

The movie has so many cute scenes of Landon that it's too hard to name a single favorite one. His effort doesn't go unnoticed when he learns how to dance for her. That's just too absolutely sweet of him. And he's so freaking cool that he makes mopping the floor with his walkman look absolutely sexy!

And of course, bad boys are best when they corner you and bring out the guns. Interrogations and confrontations are my favorites:

Jamie: You don't know the first thing about being someone's friend.
Landon: I don't just want to be your friend.
Jamie: You don't know what you want.
Landon: Neither do you. Maybe you're just scared that someone might just want to be with you.
Jamie: And why would that scare me?
Landon: Because then you wouldn't be able to hide behind your books, your freakin' telescope, or your faith. No, you know the real reason why you're scared? It's cause you wanna be with me too.

Landon, I wanna be with you too.