Memories of SHS.

Dear Whit,

After waking up from a dream that made me miss Sacred Heart School, I went on the school group on facebook and browsed through pictures. I was flooded with memories and Lynn and I struggled for a while trying to remember people's names.

I miss Sacred Heart.

While I was still there I thought the school was a torture house - we had overly strict nuns running the place like white ghosts, insisting that long hair was to be tied back, that there were to be no colours other than blue, black and white, and every morning we had to stand in line in the heat, in height order, and listen to the prayer.

I never thought that one day I'd be missing the strict environment. I look back at high school here in Canada, and though I like the idea of a closer and more open teacher-student relationship and the freedom of students, sometimes I feel like most of the young people are slowly losing respect for their elders.

Like I remember how in Ms. Diaz's class, it was the students who took control of her classes most of the time. People would just walk in late, blasting their music, food in their hand and when Ms. Diaz would tell them off, they'd talk back.

Complete lack of respect.

I miss the way we were actually taught in Bahrain. Sure, they piled stuff on us. In Jr. 1 [Grade 1] we would be forced to learn things that the children in Canada wouldn't be learning till Grade 4. But I learnt how to spell properly and not mix up my "there, their, and they're". I learnt how to use proper grammar, write proper essays, and how to spell. They taught these things in Canada, but you wouldn't believe how many people still can't tell the difference between "your and you're". There are people my age who still can't spell ("grammer" instead of "grammar", "seriouse" instead of "serious") and those who mix up their words ("I taught I told you not to do that" or "My arms are soar").

They're not stupid - they just haven't been taught right.

In Bahrain they taught us things that, at that time, I thought were utterly useless. They forced us to stand in front of class reciting poems from the 1800's, write formal and informal letters, write speeches and then say them in front of class, make up stories just by looking at a picture ...

It was SHS that moulded me to become who I am today. I know how to spell. I know how to write. I know to respect my elders and not chew my food with my mouth open. I know the proper way to position my hands while reciting a poem. I know how to write a formal letter.

I know the difference between "there, their, they're" and "your, you're".

I know how to act in a fine-dining restaurant. I know which utensils to use first, and that if I drop one I should ask for a new one and never pick it up.

I learnt how to properly address my elders, how to be confident, how to respect. They taught us manners. I remember one of my teachers teaching me how to chew my food in Jr. 2. I'm glad she did - or else I'd be chewing with my mouth open right now. And trust me, there are a lot of people - grown up people - who do that.

They taught us more than just basic knowledge in SHS. And I miss that. I miss the teachers who stand out because they taught me life lessons on top of everything else ... Mrs. Alexander, Mrs. Mendoza, Mrs. Chakravarti, Mrs. Advincula ...

I miss Sacred Heart. And I'm glad I went there.

We Belong [Sacred Heart School Song]

We belong, students of Sacred Heart
In thy school, Lord, we sing in honour and praise
Take, oh Lord, take each and every day
Teach us to love, teach us to give, teach us to pray
Guide our minds, when we're at work, we find so difficult
Knowing well we need to know all there's to know
Take our strengths, spent on the fields in anticipation
There's a victory to be won

We belong, students of Sacred Heart
Teach us to love, teach us to give, teach us to pray

Bless oh Lord, our dear parents, their every sacrifice
Bless oh Lord, our teachers too, their every toil
Keep oh Lord, under thy care this great big family
As we sing, praising thy name

We belong, students of Sacred Heart
Teach us to love, teach us to give, teach us to pray
Teach us to love, teach us to give, teach us to pray

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We are the loyal students of Sacred Heart School ...

... All the bells [all the bells]
Ringing tales [ringing tales]
Music choir [music choir]
Our song

All praise to thee
Honour and glory be ...

- Tha Nostalgic Boo

No Way! =O

Dear Whit,

Everyday I tend to make it a habit to check up on all the sites that I have submitted my comics to: DeviantArt, Facebook, Smackjeeves, Drunk Duck ... you name it. I like to keep up with viewer comments.

Anyway, a little over 48 hours ago, I visited Drunk Duck to check whether I had any new comments on my latest comics. And a little pop-up alerted me that I had a new Private Quack. Interesting. Who'd be Private Quacking me? Hmm. So I opened it up and got a message from the creator of the Creepy Carly comic.

Carly Wagner. Manager of the mobile department of Platinum Studios.

Apparently she was offering me an opportunity to turn my comics into mobile wallpaper format. Interesting. And further down the line as a full comic on mobile. [le gasp]

Of course, at first I thought it was a con of some sort, so I checked out the Platinum Studios website and did some background research. Lo and behold - they're authentic, and apparently their job was to turn comics into actual shows. One example was a TV show called "Jeremiah" which started off as a comic.

Naturally, I emailed Carly back to let her know that I was interested. Why wouldn't I be? This could be my big break! Yesterday she emailed me back with an agreement form. Mom is going to have that reviewed for me before I fax it back to Carly. Gotta make sure.

I'm trying not to be too excited, or thinking about it too much. I don't want to be fantasizing myself getting somewhere already [when to think I only started MMM BooGrrs about 7 months ago], and then be gravely disappointed. That would only discourage me. I'll wait it out and see what happens.

Greenie told me to let Perrone know ... the man would want to know. But I think I'll see how this goes first before I spill him any good news. =)

[Sighs]. I sincerely hope that this leads to somewhere. It would be really awesome ... Jose was going on about me being a millionaire already. I don't think so. I'd honestly be content living in an apartment with just enough to live by as long as I can continue doing what I enjoy doing.

I mean ... if MMM BooGrrs ever becomes a well-known name, even if it's only in Toronto or something, being published daily or weekly in the local paper ... I'd be happy.

But a little scenario of me turning on the TV to see my characters screaming on TV like The Simpsons and South Park ... now THAT would be the awesome. And if that ever happens ... =)

Gah. Wishful thinking.

But no rushes. Someday I'll get there ... maybe.

- Tha Boo (Trying Really Hard Not To Be Excited In Case I Jinx It)

I Know Your Secret.

Dear Whit,

So. I went back and visited this old 'uberly green' website that I used to host my guestbook with. It also had this "Secret Generator" that I, being my bored and silly self, decided to play around with.

Here were the results:

• K fell in love with a dead dog.
  
• Jesse steals candy from a baby and threatens him with a spoon.
• Beverly sinks boats with Grandma.
• Leslie robs grocery stores with a pillow.
• Greenie escaped from prison with an elf.
• Amanda uses the restroom with Grandma.
  
• Liezel breaks toilets with a dog named Melvin.
• Jose spends all of summer camp with a spoon.
  
• Laura escaped from prison with an elephant.
• Rocky becomes the Easter Bunny with no pants.
• Robin grows evvil mushrooms with a tennis racket.
  

And the funniest one I got:

• Mr. Perrone wears a clown suit and scares old people with bacon.

LOL! Why do I not find that so hard to believe? =)

Anyway. I had a little talk with Jesse a couple of hours back about the "topic I had been meaning to discuss". And in all honestly, it went far better than I expected.

I remember Leslie telling me off for not being open with him. She told me that if I opened up to Jesse and broke our friendship up over that, then we obviously have a weaker bond that what I had thought. But maybe that's why I was so afraid to spill it out - coz what if our friendship wasn't strong enough? Would I be losing my best guy friend over some girl?

It turns out I was getting all freaky over nothing. After nearly four years of friendship, fighting over stolen cookies, seriously well-played pranks, and fingering vagina trees - I can't believe I ever doubted that. But anyway. At least I know now that it's gonna be hard to fuck up this friendship. =)

I've decided I want to attend the Art Institute of Toronto. I went to a little tour and interview with an AI rep, and I was impressed with what they've got to offer. Apart from the small class sizes [which I think is very important], the faculty had a very impressive biography. They also offered a nice career help and allowed freedom for creativity, which is the #1 thing I'm looking for in a post-secondary school. I'm still going for the portfolio review session on the 13th with Centennial, but I think I've already made up my mind. The location of the institute is very good too - just a few minutes walk from mom's hotel. It's downtown! I can go shopping afterwards!

- Tha Extremely Happy Boo

The 10 Hour Halloween Ordeal.

Dear Whit,

I have just survived a 10-hour work ordeal. I started work today [well, technically it was yesterday] at 3:30pm and ended about 2 hours ago at 2:00am. It wasn't as bad as I expected - most people were outside trick-or-treating, so it wasn't all that busy.

I was supposed to meet up with Jesse at school yesterday, but I kinda overslept. I woke up at 9am first, but kept going back to sleep thinking: "Five more minutes ... just five more minutes." Next thing I knew, it was 12pm. I swore to the cat who was meowing for food [like he needs any really, the fat bastard] and thought "oh fuck that" and I just went back to sleep. I needed the sleep anyway. Anyhow, Jesse would understand. All he wanted me to do was take his bloody picture anyway.

I gotta make sure to go to school and go to the guidance office tomorrow though. I need to talk to them about sending my transcript to the colleges I've applied for. I'm still hoping to get that Art Institute of Toronto scholarship though - it would be really wicked if I got that. Sounds like an awesome school from what I've read.

Anyway - I must get my sleep. I drank a lot coffee since my Halloween shift started - I must will its effects to fade now ... I need my goddamn sleep. Or else I'll be waking up at noon again.

- Tha Nervous Boo

Allergic To Cinnamon.

Dear Whit,

I think I'm allergic to cinnamon.

Mom bought a bunch of candy for Halloween this Tuesday, and I stole some while dumping them in the Halloween buckets. Among the stuff I stole were those red hot cinnamon candies. I dumped the whole packet in my mouth and let it burn. My tongue got sore, but I supposed it was normal since they were supposed to 'burn' your tongue anyway.

But now I've got bumps on my tongue and it feels rough and weird and I couldn't enjoy my Kraft Dinner. =(

-Tha Sad Boo

Seven Hundred. o_o

Dear Whit,

Luis started his actual training at IVM yesterday. Well, it was pretty much his first day. I was the one training him - or I was supposed to. But halfway through, Saj decided they needed more agents to be actually working. So he made me work, and Luis had to continue his training with someone else. He barely even got to listen to me work because Raj was overly busy. Oh well. Hope he did okay.

Anyway, I joined this new wicked networking site called Facebook. I don't normally like joining network sites, but this one totally got me. It had some awesome new features like the photo tags and it drove me wild. Even Jesse liked it.

So yesterday, before starting my night shift, I posted a couple of my comics on one of the Facebook groups. I started work, and later on during my break, I checked out my site stats. I nearly fell of my chair in disbelief.


My site, which normally has about 15-20 people visiting per day, exploded to 700 visitors in a span of just a few hours. I was all O_O because I didn't expect that many people to actually visit my site. But they did. And it wasn't even a clickable hyperlink. They actually typed out / copied and pasted my link to their address bar!

Well now the number of visitors has gone up by a hundred. That's 800 people in less than 24 hours, with over 4,000 page loads.

I know that isn't much compared to popular sites like Newgrounds, but that's still a lot in my standards. o_o

Holy. I am still in the process of recovery.

Anyways - hopefully I can talk to Raj and convince him to let me off for tomorrow. Rachel's party! Hopefully I get it off - I've already offered to sacrifice a precious Tuesday - Halloween to be precise - to work for Pizza Pizza. That's a lot of candy I'm missing out on.

- Tha Shocked Boo

Getting Together.

Dear Whit,

October 21, 2006 was another of those crazy nights with just us friends. And it might've been one of the craziest nights ever. With so much to remember, and so much to write, best I can do is jot down the highlights of the night in point form.

• Jesse did a crappy job of decorating the place. =P [it's okay, Jesse, I still love you, bish]
  
• Beverly and I lost a quarter while trying to get a shopping cart. But no fear. I found it and kept it in my pocket.
• Anne showing up in a pink outfit.
• Leo's brains.
• Jesse singing "What's new, pussycat?" The naughty lyrics:
  
  
  'Pussycat, pussycat, you're delicious
  And if my wishes can all come true
  I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips.'
  
  
• Leslie bringing the yearsbooks, which are the BEST-LOOKING ONES I've EVER seen in my 4 years at OCS.
  
• Leslie tried to teach Jesse how to do a headflip.
• Beverly, Jesse and I assassinated King Grapefruit the Second with a kitchen knife.
• KC and I made fun of Jesse's tucked in shirt.
• The photoshoot in the basement.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Our unsuccessful attempt in making a human pyramid.
• Jesse get slammed face-first against the wall.
• Throwing darts at the "bullseye".
  
• Jesse posing with the pole.
• Trying to murder a moth.
  
• Pop pyramid.
• Truth or dare.
• Jesse nearly throwing up.
• Jon Jon going down the hill whilst riding in a mini shopping cart.
  
• Anne giving her stuffed animal a lapdance.
• Anne slapping Jesse in the face. Hard.
• Matthew licking my wall.

The night was fun. We definitely have to do it again. =D

- Tha Extremely Happy Boo

As If They Knew.

Dear Whit,

A lot has happened the past few days. Since what happened 2 days ago, the weather has been getting crappier. I woke up at 4:30am today to open the door to the porch so Oreo could eat, and it was pouring. It still is. It's almost as if Heaven was crying.

I've been talking to Amanda. She woke me up at around 7 / 8 yesterday and we kept texting each other for a while. I was a lazy ass and I fell asleep again everytime I got a text message. I'd start keying in my replying, fall asleep halfway and then wake up an hour or so later to complete it and send. I woke up completely at around 5pm [yes, I'm a bum like that] and the conversation went full blast.

We ended up 'yelling' at each other, and I was mad enough to say a couple of things that I was sure would hurt her. I didn't want to, but I was so mad. We ended that with a 'whatever' from me.

A few hours later, she messaged me to apologize. And I felt guilty and apologized too. This wasn't her fault. She truly loved him, I knew that from the start. And I just made her feel worse about losing him with all the shit I said. I shouldn't have said them - true as they might have been.

Anyway - she brought up the events from last year ... when we watched King Kong with Jesse ... when I slipped in the mall and quickly got back up like nothing happened ... and how we got back home at 12am and Mom got all pissed at me. And then I mentioned the time I walked right into a yellow 'Caution: Wet floor' plastic sign thingy, knocking it right down.

Good times.

Can't believe it was nearly a year ago. Time goes by too fast.

Hopefully she can come down for the Saturday get together. That would be nice. Jesse and Matt would be happy to see her again. And it might also take her mind off him for a while.

Putting that aside, I found out my Halloween work schedule. 4pm - 2am. Raj is trying to kill us. That's 10 hours talking to crazy people who want pizza. And seeing how it's Halloween, I suppose there's a chance half of the calls would be from crazy pranksters.

Pranksters nowadays. They can't even play a prank professionally. Most of the time I can tell it's a prank before they open their mouths. Either it's unusually quiet [perhaps with an occasional shushing], or the prankster's friends are giggling uncontrollably in the background. Even my cat could do better.

- Tha Boo

In Loving Memory ...

Dear Whit,

Here are the lyrics to a song I recently heard that was sung by And Then I Turned Seven. I found the lyrics very appropriate to my current life situations, so here it is!

In Loving Memory
And Then I Turned Seven

You said yourself before:
Where are you?
I'm needing you much more
I bet you never knew

And now everything is gonna fall apart
I need you here, not just in my heart

This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...
And now I'm torn with misery
In loving memory ...
I won't forget you please don't me
In loving memory ...

You said yourself before:
Where are you?
Face down on the floor
I bet you never knew
And now everything is gonna break again
If it just began, why did it have to end

This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...
And now I'm torn with misery
In loving memory ...
I won't forget you please don't me
In loving memory ...
This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...

It won't go away... [8x]

This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...
And now I'm torn with misery
In loving memory ...
I won't forget you please don't me
In loving memory ...
This wasn't how it's supposed to be
In loving memory ...

In loving memory ... [4x]

Snow, Oh No.

Dear Whit,

Imagine my surprise when I looked out my window yesterday afternoon to witness snow clashing with the flying leaves.

SNOW! Already!? It's not even Halloween yet!

We can't have snow before or during Halloween. No, no, not allowed. How can the angels, the walking pumpkins and zombies we go trick-or-treating? Their costume would be ruined! Not to mention they'll have to wear jackets and what-not. They'll look like overwised monsters.

...

Actually no, screw that. I don't really care if their costumes get ruined. Snow, snow all you like! I just found out I'm going to be working on Halloween [it's not even on my regular schedule, hmph]. That kinda stinks. Well, if it snows, the trick-or-treaters will share my misery. And they can be outside in the cold while I work inside with a mug of hot chocolate, and I'll laugh at them all.

Ahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!

Anyway. Whatever.

I'm happy today, despite the snow. I managed to finish my boogrrized version of The Llama Song. I called it The BooGrr Song and I'm satisfied with it. Not everyone likes it on Newgrounds apparently, but I don't care. I like it and I'm keeping it. Pffft!

- Tha Happy Boo

To My Fellow Canadians ...

Dear Whit,

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Well happy for the rest of you, maybe. My Thanksgiving dinner was all shitty, owing to the fact that I wasn't even present when the turkey was cut. I had to go to the IVM call center to get programs re-installed for work and I spent a good two-three hours there. By the time I got home, the turkey was all bones and all I had were the scraps. =(

Dad's guests [who we, well the parents, invited over for dinner] also finished my drink!

MY DRINK DAMMIT!

So I was upstairs in my room with scraps of turkey topped with cranberry sauce, and with a glass of juice. They finished my sparkling wine! I am not very happy.

And to think I was looking forward all year to that turkey ...

Oh well.

I do have something to be thankful for though - my VPN dialer finally works! I can finally work from home again! Yus! No need for me to travel an hour everyday to get to work! :dance:

It was pretty fun at the center yesterday though - I worked for a bit, while Raj and all tried to fix my computer. Raj tried to do that linking paperclips trick, and I think I seriously embarrassed him by telling him that was a trick I knew of since I was five. Aw. =( Raj is cool!

I went on his MSN and made a Muggin that looked like him. Haha! =D

Anyway.

8 days till Christmas, Whit! Woohoo. [Pauses] Or is it? [Evil music in the background].

- Tha Somewhat-Pissed Boo

I Smell Like Kitty Pee. Really.

Dear Whit,

I want to fricken strangle this cat! First he pisses on my bed, then after realizing that I was keeping a careful eye on him everytime he walks into my room, he goes to KC's bedroom and pisses on HER bed. It's not like his litter box is dirty / full either. I just cleaned it a few hours ago !

Marking his territory? Perhaps. But I don't like it. I will not allow it. NEVER!

Anyway - I thought getting him neutered would prevent him from going on pissing sprees. Apparently not.

AUGH!

If only I wasn't such an animal lover I'd have strangled him while I was giving him a shower. Honestly, I hate giving him showers. He was easy to give showers to as a kitten, but now as an adult and unusually big in size, it's like trying to force a tiger to take a bath with you. I managed to pin him down with one hand while I shampooed and rinsed his pee-smelling body, but then he was mewing pitifully. He kept looking up at me, his tail and his eyes very much showing how scared he was, and then he mewed again. Inside I was all aww ... but then I remembered that he peed on my bed AND KC's bed and left pee-smelling footprints all over the house. Still, I felt bad and I loosened my grip on him a bit.

I just finished ripping KC's bedsheets off and dumping them in the washing machine with the other pee-smelling stuff. Now I have to go mop the entire house. I don't smell anymore pee either, but then again my senses aren't as sensitive as my mom's. I'd better run around the house spraying air freshener again.

- Tha Pissed Boo

Fun-Filled Friday

Dear Whit,

Ever since I started working for Pizza Pizza, Fridays had become my 'dreaded day' since it usually meant longer hours at work. Today however, time went by real quickly and at the end of my shift, I met up with Aubrey at the STC station and together we took the subway to Yonge and Bloor where we met up with the others [Leslie, JonJon, Beverly, Kudzi and Matt]. I teased her about her new "boyfriends" all the way there ... wooo ... Ken and Leroy!

Leslie drew us [exluding Matt - Matt is missing =( ] on a napkin. She even got my height and Kudzi's skin colour right. See a picture of it here. She and Bev also made a "life list" (?) or something of the sort: list 1 | list 2 .

We had originally planned on eating at the Korean Grill House along Yonge, but it was 11:15pm when we all got together and that restaurant branch closed at 12am. Thinking that 45 minutes wasn't long enough, we walked aaaall the way down Yonge street towards the branch by Rachel's dad's Pizza Pizza store.

It was a highly entertaining walk [I didn't notice the time, but I'm estimating that it took us a good half an hour or so to get there - we were distracted several times along the way]. Bev and I took turns taking videos of random moments, including Matt's spectacular stunts and of Kudzi trying to throw me in front of a car while I was riding on her back. Bish.

Too tired to go through all the details - trust me there were a lot of memorable ones. But seeing as I've only had less than 4 hours of sleep I think I should retire - I've got work again tomorrow.

P.S: We've made an 'unofficial' pact to hang out at LEAST once a month, to keep the friendship goin' strong. Wise move, I say. Now I've got something to look forward to every month. ♥

- Tha Happy Boo

I Shall Be Rich, Bish!

Dear Whit,

I'm supposed to meet Leslie at OCS in about half an hour, but I'm tired and sleepy; I was up all night uploading songs for Lasitha. Anyway, I was sleeping all day yesterday, so I wasn't tired at all last night. Leslie can kick my ass if I don't turn up at OCS at 11:30am, we're gonna see each other tonight at Korean BBQ anyway.

I managed to configure a Ragnarok bot! Took a lot of work [testing, getting co-ordinates and fixing commands] ... but I did it! Phew. Now I'm knowledgeable in something else! I have taken my brilliance to the next level! And now I can sit down and relax, or go out, and my bot will be earning me gold. ♥ That's right, bish.

- Tha Tired But Pleased Boo

Hanging Out With Beverly.

Dear Whit,

Ever since the last time Bev came over to my place, we haven't been hanging out a lot. Apart from the fact that her mom has been awfully and unnecessarily strict, she has uni all week except Tuesday, so I took the opportunity to hang out with her yesterday.

She was actually supposed to be going to York for a study period at the library with her new uni friend, Gloria [she's Korean and she seems really nice]. I spent two and a half hours on the floor [the chair wasn't comfortable] reading The Da Vinci Code [again] while they talked about Chemistry. Honestly, I did not undertstand a word they were saying, so I was glad to zone out and engross myself in the adventures of Robert Langdon.

Time went by slow, but at the end Beverly rewarded me with a hot dog! Mmm ... topped with ketchup and lots and lots of bacon bits. Mmm! We even saw Robert and Robby in the campus. Mmm ... university students.

Afterwards, Bev and I took the bus and went to the mall just behind her brother's school. We took pictures while sitting on the bench, snuffed some stuff at the Body Shop, I used the public toilet and then I got myself a hot cup of Green Tea latte. Mmm, MMM!

While waiting on the bus we saw this korean/japanese/chinese/vietnamese couple making out ... ON TOP OF A SEWER! And Bev and I were laughing our heads off at the thought of them falling in it in the middle of their snog. It was fun. We had some stares, but it was fun. See, Bev and I together ... we are a dangerously crazy mix.

On my way home I met up with Kudzi on the bus, and she was desperate to use the washoom so I let her use mine at home since it's closer than where she lives. I swear to Lord Snottus, I could hear her pee all the way from my bedroom upstairs ... and she was using the bathroom in the basement.

Friday the gang's supposed to be meeting up at the Korean BBQ downtown. Beverly won't be able to make it [most likely, because of her awfully strict mother - come on the girl's 18!] but Aubrey, Leslie, Kudzi and JonJon will be for sure. JonJon's paying for me coz I'm a bum.

So there's my day. I'm looking forward to Friday, and Saturday coz that is PAYCHEQUE DAY!

- Tha Happy Boo

Cleaning My Room

Dear Whit,

So I have stopped being lazy for a while and am currently cleaning my room and changing my bedsheets while dancing to The Elliott Project.

No more green bedsheets. Now it's red. Yay! Christmas is coming [excited 2 months early].

P.S: 23 more days.

- Tha Busy Boo

Boring Blog.

Dear Whit,

This blog's blackness is beginning to look kinda boring, isn't it? I should change it using my uber coding skills!

Yeah right.

More green! More orange! More pictures of kitty porn!

- Tha Crazy Boo

Sick. Stupid. Awful.

Dear Whit,

It's 11:16am! AMG! I ended up not going to work yesterday coz I honestly felt sick. And tired. I was sniffling and sneezing all day. Imagine if I went to work and all the customer heard was [sniff, sniff] and [achoooo]. But anyway ...

I'm gonna go work today. I have to. I can't afford to get another crappy paycheck.

Gah! I just looked at my Metropass holder! Dad took my Metropass! Well then, Mom's just going to have to pick me up from work now. Good thing too - takes me an hour to get back, because the buses are stupid. Oh yes, they are.

I had an awful dream the other night too. It involved a lot of running. And shouting. Hmm ... maybe that's the reason I woke up tired and with my voice sounding kinda hoarse.

- Tha Crappy Boo

Hmm BooGrrs.

Dear Whit,

Been a while since my last post, but a lot has been happening.

Firstly, I FINISHED ANOTHER COMIC! I know I've said it a million times before, but this time I mean it: I am seriously, seriously out of ideas. I was quite pleased when I came up with a random comic idea and it actually came out pretty good.

It started after I ordered 24 chicken wings (12 + 12 = 24!), 3 bruschetta pieces and a box of potato wedges from double double - all just for me. After eating all of that (never eat bruschetta - disgusting things, just bread and tomatoes and seasoning and barely any cheese. So not worth my money.) I felt so bloated so I put "I feel fat" after my MSN name. I got a lotta comments on that, and one of them led to a conversation funny enough to comic-ize.

Mmm ...

Anyway ...

Robin finally finished writing his whole "Truth" story, and I have to say I am damn impressed. The way he wrote it was amazing - he wrote it effortlessly and the way he told his story was very detailed, yet interesting. There were a lot of facts to remember, but he had them all set up. Twenty-two pages in all, written in less than a week.

And here I was, trying to write a similar story and so far I've managed to complete about eleven pages. It took me two months. I think I should stick to drawing.

Anyway, he let me read the story and upon reaching the end of it, everything fell into place. All the questions I had about things happening on his side have finally been answered. It was so simple, so unexpected ... but now everything makes sense.

I hope Amanda reads it and understands. It explains so much, and I won't be surprised if she feels at least a bit guilty now. Robin had been acting for the better all this time, and here I was, doubting him.

Speaking of which, Nikki has "returned". From what I know, she misses Jo.

"I've been able to do is compare the guys Im with to Josh. And they never seem to measure up to him."

Interesting, isn't it, Whit? She misses Jo. Hmm.

But whatever. Jo's dead. Too bad. Her fault.

Amagad - I bought myself an entire box of Lipton ® Green Tea! Mmm! There were about 12 in there I think ... I finished like 7 already. I need to pee again.

Randomness.

Anyway! I've got work today. It's 7:21am. Shall I go catch some sleep now so that I can be awake for work? Or shall I just stay up tonight? Hmm.

I seem to be hmming a lot today. Hmm, boogrrs. Hamboogrrs. Mmm.

- Tha Funny Boo

Who To Believe?

Dear Whit,

Things are beginning to seem a bit more complicated. Amanda - is she really unhappy? Is her grandma really ill? Or is she just making a bunch of excuses to get rid of Robin?

If she is, why does she want to get rid of him? Just a month ago, they were doing great together. All of a sudden, as if overnight, she changes her mind. Loses her love for him. How? Why?

I have a lot of hateful things I would like to say right now. To Amanda. I hope she realizes what she's doing to him. She claims she never has time for him anymore, but even Robin who used to work all day, managed to find time to send her messages, and give her random calls during his bathroom breaks.

Now she's spending a lot of time with her two "boy friends", Danny and Kyle. She might be going out with Danny. It's possible. She asked him aloud over the phone: "Danny are you my boyfriend?" She could've easily asked him to say no. Just like when she was drunk. "Hey, am I drunk?" Her friends answered no, but she obviously was.

Robin's right. It's so hard to trust people now. I guess I sorta understand now why Amanda would suspect me. But still.

- Tha Confused And Angry Boo

What Is The World Coming To?

Dear Whit,

Seems like the world is getting crazier and crazier everyday. All the stupid wars, and the stupid acts of violence. A week ago, three people were stabbed on the 19th floor of the Delta Chelsea Hotel where Mom works. Yesterday, a crazy 25-year-old man walked into a Montreal college cafeteria and began to shoot random people.

This madman turns out to have an account with VampireFreaks, a gothic website that Messie nudged me to join ages and ages ago. I found out that he went by the name of Fatality666 and I went to check it out. They deleted his profile, but kept his journal. For future police references I suppose. From what I've read, he's a big drinker and he likes guns. He's also addicted to some shooting game, and he had planned his attack based on that.

Anyway, this guy randomly starts shooting students, killing one and injuring several others. Mad, I tell you. If he wanted to shoot people down, he could've at least tried shooting government people. Students are still in their innocent stage. It's the goverment that we should kick in the ass. Better yet, he could've gone down to the US and shot George Bush. Too late to hope for that now, though. The police shot the guy dead. The Montreal shooter guy, not George Bush.

It's funny too ... the tour group who had been staying at Mom's hotel during the stabbing incident, had left to tour Montreal. Lo and behold, when they get there, they come across a random shooting. They'll have a lot to tell their friends when they get back from their tour. The foreigners must think we Canadians are violent. We aren't really. We're just crazy.

Anyhow, on a much brighter note, I GOT AN EMAIL FROM MR. PERRONE! ♥ He was telling me that he had visited my website and that I definitely should submit my work for publishing. He also mentioned the Canadian Film Board, and I'm seriously considering sending my cartoons to them. After I touch them up to look better than they do now.

The email from Perrone was highly unexpected. He actually searched my site to get my email. How nice. He told me to go visit him again sometime, which I'm sure I will be doing. I could sit through another one of his classes and never get bored. He cracks the funniest jokes and says the weirdest, most random things, that man. I love him! ♥ He was my ultimate source of comic ideas, and he still is - no one's provided me more ideas than he has. He's definitely one of the best teachers I've ever had - pity I've only had him once.

Anyway - I'm craving for salad. I'm sure there's still some more in the fridge. Mmm ... Caesar ... with bacon and cheese ... screw the croutons, I prefer them on the side.

-Tha Boo

Happy Birthday, Oreo!

Dear Whit,

How could I have forgotten? It's Oreo's birthday - he's a year old today! Should've bought him catnip or something - but then again he's already hyper without it. Today, we found his toy mouse on Mom's bed. Oooh!

-Tha Happy Boo

Missing O'Connor.

Dear Whit,

I just back home and I'm tired. I've been walking around all day and the stupid construction work at Ellesmere isn't helping. I had to cross the street back and forth to avoid being covered in dust, or being run over by cars and bulldozers.

I left home after KC's school bus picked her up and went to go visit O'Connor again. I promised Mhiren I'd be there by 9am-ish, but due to the stupid construction, and the stupid buses, I got there about 45 minutes later. I even had to sign up for a visitor's pass. Some new policy, apparently. I don't like it.

Anyway, it was by luck that I found Jesse there - he was visiting too, and together we roamed the halls of OCS bumping into teachers and old friends. A lot of '06 graduates are still there, for upgrades I suppose - Frances, Kathleen, Brenda, Maryday ... we even bumped into Natalie, but she was there as a teacher-in-training for Madame Manoli. I miss O'Connor, I do. I miss the halls, going to classes, the lockers. Anashe, Rachel and Shereena's sisters are all attending O'Connor now too. I all the niners that they oughta make the most of high school. High school was the best 4 years of my life, and for sure it'd be theirs too.

I saw Perrone and asked him if he saw the little "note" I wedged into his car yesterday. He thought it had something to do with me. Next time I'll bring along my comic book too and show him his boogrrized self - complete with the pink face, the beard and the hair.

I met up with Beverly at Parkway Mall afterwards too. We spent 30-45 minutes just talking and reminiscing about high school, and how easy it was compared to her life at York University right now.

Anyway, off to go and drown myself in root beer cans.

- Tha Nostalgic Boo

Aaah!

Dear Whit,

There's a friggen big spider in my room that looks suspiciously like a black widow spider! Oh noes! I tried to squish it with my Kentucky Fried Chicken moist towelette [kinda hard now, coz it's not so moist anymore] but it escaped and fell behind the table with the printer. Now I don't know where it is!

I remember my Grade 12 English teacher, Mr. Pesando [eccentric old fellow], telling us that black widow bites don't kill you. But then I remembered him adding that they don't kill, but the bites cause enough pain for a human to wish he was dead.

How comforting.

I'm going back to searching for that damn spider. I hope it either gets eaten by Oreo, is stupid enough to kill itself, dies from the smell of Oreo's poo, or isn't a black widow in the first place.

- Tha Worried Boo

P.S: I'm craving for a chocolate fudge cake.

Sigh.

Dear Whit,

I didn't mention it, but Robin actually showed himself on webcam for me this weekend after trying for ages and ages to persuade him to. He kept trying to hide his face, but I managed to catch him on it a couple of times. I took a couple of screenshots and videos, so now I finally have the reason why he doesn't want anyone to see him, both on video and in pictures.

He's got wounds and scratches on his face, most likely from when he was lying face-down on broken glass. He does look a bit of a mess. Due to the bad webcam quality, it doesn't show much, but I know from when I saw him at Rachel's that he does look pretty bad. It doesn't quite show in the video I took of him there, because he actually put on "make-up" or something to make it less obvious. But close-up you can still see it. It's healing, but the bumps and red-marks and scars are still there.

I also wonder what's up with Amanda now. Robin says he's pretty much giving up hope. He's not letting go, just not getting his hopes of getting her back too high up. He thinks that because he and Amanda have been "apart" for quite a while now, she might be getting used to not being with him anymore.

I think he'll eventually get over her. I trusted her, but if she's actually doing this to him right now, I might have been wrong all along and she's really not worth it. I'm just worried that the thing we've been dreading will indeed happen, and if it does, Robin doesn't want to come back anymore.

In a way, he might be better off that way. He won't need to remember, and there sure will be much less heartache and pain for him. Still, I'd miss him if he leaves.

- Tha Thoughtful Boo

Oh Boy.

Dear Whit,

I've just returned to my room after a half-hour long lecture from my dad. I'm not even sure what the point of the whole conversation was - he kept digressing. One moment we were talking about why I still haven't got my driving license, and the next thing I know he was talking about drinking water.

Typical parents. Dads especially. They digress. If there's one thing I've learnt from elementary school, it's never ask your dad for help with homework. Ask them what's one plus one and they'll end up teaching you the whole multiplication table.

I've got an idea for my next flash cartoon. It's going to be based on a comic I haven't released on my site yet. I probably will release it next week, but in the meantime, I'm gonna start working on the toon. Yay! Brahahahaha!

- Tha Weirdo Boo

Another Fan!?

Dear Whit,

Amagash! Shiro introduced me to this guy who happened to like my comics. Aw, a new fan? Har har!

It'd be really cool if my comics made it big. Of course I'm not really expecting it to - but who knows? If it does, that'd be whacked. I wouldn't mind living in a small apartment [since I only stay in my room anyway] and living off meager earnings if I can at least make a living doing what I like. Sure I always fantasize about me making it big, but who doesn't?

I'll be content living an average life anyway. Rich people usually turn out to be conceited little snobs.

- Tha Hopeful Boo

Fucked Up Body Clock.

Dear Whit,

My body clock is totally fucked up. I can't go to sleep and it's 4:11am. Watch me go to bed at around 8am and refuse to wake up well into the afternoon.

Think I'll go play Age Of Empires to while away time.

This is the bum that I have become.

- Tha Messed-Up Boo

Come October. Not.

Dear Whit,

Three more weeks and October will be upon us. Looking forward to Hallowe'en and getting candy. I suppose, midget that I am, I can still pass off as a kid. Hehehe.

[Sigh ...]

But on a more serious note, I'm actually dreading the end of October. The weather's starting to get gloomier and gloomier, and even the trees seem to be reflecting the mood by shedding their leaves. It's almost like Robin's depression is contagious.

It's 1:50am and I'm not tired. Robin's not online and the last time I talked to him he seemed really put down. I keep telling him to get a grip, but whatever. He was supposed to go back to York a few days ago, I think, but his dad's keeping him locked up "till it's safe". Talk about overprotective.

I won a free pizza, by the way. Actually I won it last week during a labour day draw at work. I still have to get my coupon though. Wish I could have it now. I'm starved, and I don't know what to eat. All I had when I got home from work was a [literally] stinkin' tuna.

Anyway. Off to go scavenge for some food in the cupboards. Be right back, bish.

- Tha Hungry Boo

The Complexity Of It All. Dammit.

Dear Whit,

Robin's got a blog, so what the hell, so should I. Anyway, with all the things that's been happening now, I suppose it's only fair to my sanity that I should have someone to spill my inner emotions to. Sure I can tell my friends, but sometimes even your best friend just can't understand what you're going through. At least you don't talk back; it's not advice that I need, it's someone to listen to all my gibber. And guess what, Whit, you're it.

So the whole Robin and Amanda situation is beginning to get out of hand. It's like another Nikki and Jo situation all over again. Sometimes I wonder why I bother letting myself get involved with situations like these. It's totally not helping me one bit. I feel so poopy. And bitchy.

What's more, there's a bunch of baby spiders gone loose in my bedroom. They keep dangling on their little webs in front of me and it's getting annoying. They don't freak me out - they're too tiny to freak me out. I squish them with my fingers to get them out of the way. It's the bigger ones I don't like, and eventually these small ones will grow and get big, then have sex amongst themselves and make more midget spiders. It's not fun. Oreo likes them though - he's eaten about 5 already.

So back to the Robin and Amanda situation. Robin just logged on MSN. Tried talking to him, but he won't say a thing. I'd nudge him to get his attention, but he might get annoyed and block me and I'd rather not have that. I know he's really depressed though. The whole 'being single' thing is not doing well with him. Can't understand what Amanda's doing either. She knows he needs her, and with his heart condition too. If anything happens to him, I'm going to start screaming. I hate to take sides; they're both my friends. But I suppose Robin's situation is a bit more urgent than hers, though I can't help trying to be understanding towards her point of view either.

Life stinks.

I really hope things improve for those two. I just checked out Robin's blog and it's full of depressing stuff again. Meanwhile, I have to deal with these stupid spiders. One just drowned in my can of iced tea. Haha, stupid brainless creature.

- Tha Bitchy Boo