This May Be My Big Chance

The Kaplan SAT course has finally culminated. The SAT is just a stone's throw away from today. I hope that things would bode well for me on Test Day, because I have sacrificed my share of pleasures to rack enough points to have a good, if not so great, score. As they say, "Do your best and God will do the rest." I know the quotation is pretty cliche-ridden but it's no jargon; it makes perfect sense.

You may be wondering why the title of this entry is like so. Well, a windfall has practically hit my mother which, in turn, might involve little old me. It has something to do with my talents, well-reknowned (and universally recognized) personalities, a specific undertaking and chasing my dreams. Mind you, this isn't my dream of becoming a doctor; this is my REAL dream. I hope that this won't be just another distant reverie; I have been haunted incessantly of this. I hope that this time God will recognize the potential within me to scurry on with this childhood dream and will help me go on with such a feat.

Prayers are whole-heartedly appreciated.

Wish me luck.

The Day in Manhattan with JC

"Thought Medley," the entry prior to this one was written and there I mentioned something about meeting my ex-highschool classmate, JC Martinez; we were gong to meet in Manhattan since he's here for vacation. I haven't really seen any familiar face from CSA since I had my going-away-bash at my pad last April, so I was pretty much excited to see his 'friggin face again.

It went well. We basically roamed around the entirety of Manhattan ON FOOT and checked out some grade A caucasian meat. You seldom find those types of chicks in the Philippines. Thus, our eyes were peeled at everybody. Everybody decent enough to look at, that is. I remember this one hot-ass babe walked pass by us with some terrible looking dude and I was like, "What the fuck? I bet the guy's rich." The lady was pretty compelling given that she possessed a svelt body, a blessed posterior and was, in fact, erotically exotic. Why, you pose the query? She is French. I think French ladies are pretty magnetizing. It's their accent, dammit!

We gallavanted aimlessly until we got hungry. We ate steaks and baked potatoes drenched in some greasy liquid. Oil, perhaps?

After resting in some park at the heart of Manhattan, something caught our eye. It was some guy swimming inside a glass globe filled with water. Can you guess who the guy was? It was DAVID BLAINE!

We came, we saw and we left...

It wasn't really what we expected it to be. I guess they were still preparing for the ACTUAL presentation. I heard David was going to stay inside that globe for a couple of weeks. What would he think of next?

Rather than fulfilling our roles as itenerants, we just went on back to his hotel, The Manhattan Club. I waited for my mom to fetch me and she coerced JC to stay in the house for the night since he's leaving in a couple of days. After which, all of us called it a day.

A Look Back Down the Road

The KAPLAN review is almost done, and here I am dreading the actual test day. What else is there to say or do? Well, I've really nothing to say about my ambivalent sentiment towards mentally, physically, psychologically (you get the drill) maturing towards success in which the SAT is the prime instigator. On the other hand, I have a number of things to say about what has been done.

The SAT review has brought me through deep introspection and circumspection of why I am here studying my ass off, and why in the hell I am not bothering to satiate my "personal" urges of being gregarious and foolhardy -- Future-related reasons: if I keep on going on the same path of nonchalance for academics, my chances of being a successful person will merely waste away, and so forth. I guess this undertaking has, in fact, brought the best out of me. It has given me a sense of prioritization and purpose, a mean of continence to acheive a goal, if you will.




Rather than brooding for my early departure from my motherland and family, I am actually thanking God for making me realize this passing month of May that there are sacrifices needed to be fulfilled to attain personal strength and, thereby, victory. However, nostalgia is but a normal part of life comparable to the air we breathe everytime we inhale. Mind you, I am not brooding; I am reminiscing. I cannot help but miss the "good old days" at my house in Manila. I certainly am missing the lessons my father and my grandmother used to have INCULCATED to my obdurate young self. I cannot help but be thankful for those formative days. Indeed, no amount of remuneration can compare to my childhood experiences and to the people who made it noteworthy, my family in Manila.

Burning "Butt-Fats" for a Cause

As I was reading the New York Times a while ago before my thrice-a-week workout, my focus kept on deviating from the material I was reading, the corruption that transpired in Iraq after the U.S. effort to subdue the insurgency. The newspaper, instead of being a post-study measure to reduce my post-study stress, gave me such a headache. It made my thoughts diffuse in tangents! Apparently, I was worried about the upcoming SAT while I was reading something so stupid. If President George Bush didn't see that this malfeasance in the Iraqi government was coming, I would be more suited to take his place as president.

Anyway, if I would garble about the thing I just read, my idea would be tangential from the topic. Nevertheless, the material gave me a first-person view on how the world is pretty much fucked up right now. And you know what, I don't even care. That's why I think I'm crazy.

I have been studying my ass off for the past few weeks for the SAT. Okay, maybe ASS is a strong word; Let me replace it with... DERRIERE. I feel like I'm getting so worried that I might be epileptic-crazy on test day, if you know what I mean. I cannot handle this stress anymore. My financial and educational future is at stake here!

I went to this college convention in Westchester two weeks ago and I interviewed a number of prospect school representatives. One school, or program if you will, is "Sophie Davis."

What is this "Sophie Davis?" Let's cut right to the chase. Sophie Davis is an organization that selects seventy students fresh out of highschool a year to go straight to medical school for just SEVEN years. Unbelieveable? You better believe it. That's the 'friggin reason why I'm burning my butt-fats so badly sitting on a chair 5-6 hours every 'friggin day.

I hope I'll make it or I'll get crazier and rot in some horrid asylum in the middle of nowhere.

God help me.

Must..Think...Happy...Thoughts...

Everybody associates Tyron with optimism. Everybody thinks of him as this guy who never runs out of positivity rain or shine. There is a truth beneath the skin of joviality, though. What is that? Introspection.

What triggers my introspection, you ask? Its causation is, indubitably, dejection.

There are three kinds of love -- Eros, Philos and Agape.

Eros is erotic love, the love of the partnership of two opposite sexes. Philos is the love of friendship. Lastly, Agape is the ultimate form of love; it's love for all humanity -- comparable to Jesus' sentiments towards us, which concluded to his sacrificial decision to be crucified. Why am I talking about love anyway? Well, to be honest with you, one has been bereft from me.. Eros. It's really hard for me to elaborate right now. But when the time comes, I am sure to do so. Therefore, what can a man do without any form of inspiration whatsoever? Convert the negative energy into positive. Instead of brooding for a loss, I will make that loss a drive to be the best in whatever I will undertake. I shall replenish my spirit.

This world is a cesspool of negativity. That is why it is pretty much difficult to remain positive throughout your life. Therefore, remaining happy is a decision. A decision one must boldly decide amongst the distortion. I, myself, have to rinse myself of this taint towards my mother. She's trying her best to make up for the time that she left me. I shall give her the chance to make things easier for her and for me as well. Why brood over the past if it has already passed? We learn from it to guide us. We must cherish this moment as if there is no tomorrow.

Today is a gift. That is why it is called the PRESENT.

Intensive Reviewing Galore!!!

Galore??? Well, not quite.

I'm reviewing for the SATs, and I'm telling you, it's a killer. It's such a hassle to hit the books on my vacation, but what can I do? It's pretty much inevitable if I don't want to be a bum my whole 'friggin life. My schedule for Kaplan is T-W-Th at 5pm. I have to take the bus while going there, so that means I have to make room for an extra an hour and thirty for the travel time. No sweat. It's better than sitting around the house the whole day, no? We're a total of 9 students in the class. So far, I've gotten to know a few people. They're pretty nice people, I hope that I'll find some friendship sometime in the future with this bunch. The studies, however, are easy. But when it comes to the quizzes, especially Math, I'm gone. I just finished answering this online Math quiz in kaptest.com and I was so disappointed with my score (I'd tell it to privies, not online)! Well I'm glad that Kaplan's assuring my higher score guarantee. Because if my performance is conclusive to my score on the test day, I'd pretty much be beef jerky. I need some intensive overhaul work-wise.

This is the turning point of my life. I need to succeed in the SATs it's whereby I shall succeed in my life, financially and morally, as well.

Thought Medley

It's been a few days since the last time I entered a journal in this blog, surprisingly. I couldn't believe it myself, me being a man of action and all. *Mister T backround music comes to existence* Let me see... What happened a few days ago?

*Backtracking begins; the screen swivels as if remembering an event*

It was a few days ago...

We, my mother, my grandmother on my mother's side and I, were going to locate the review center of Kaplan in White Plains, New York. We couldn't have done it with the help of our dear family friend, Mrs. Cecille Serici. I've known her for a year now, and she has been a darling lady to me like she is to everybody else. Mrs. Serici gladly drove us to the place and back. She told me what bus to take, what route its likely going to go to, yadda yadda yadda. After that, we went to buy some groceries down some Chinese Grocery in White Plains. As usual, we bought a lot of greens and stuff that make little children barf (Not me though, if stuff like those were liquid, I'd drink 'em like a fish!). As always, being the most physically able person around, I was the muscle. That's not a bad thing, of course I'd be more happy to do a gentleman's job; I'd carry every bag intently as if they were weights. After which, we drove back to the Serici household with me assisting Mrs. Serici to her domicile after she parked her car. When we got in, I was introduced to the man of the house, Mr. Serici. He's a dentist-slash-Italian-aspiring-baseball-player-gone-rusty, according to his wife. We discoursed to each other about the SATs and how it's going to suck for me for a while, after that I said hi and bye to their 2 young Italian daughters.

Which reminds me, the Serici's don't just have two daughters, they have three. Diane is the youngest, Nicole is the middle-child and, lastly, Lauren is the oldest-slash-most lovely little rosebud I have ever seen. I remember last year, when I was introduced to her, I was drop dead speechless. She reminds me of Natalie Portman. This year, though, she grew a bit bigger as in fatter. Nonetheless, she's still sexy. *giggles*

What else? Hmmm.. Let me see...

I've been going to the gym lately, and I've enjoyed every bit of it! But there is a thing in the gym, I got to know this one female instructor/nutritionist there. Her name is Gelsomina Rinaldi. She has been doing these strange stares sometimes at me and she's awfully pretty friendly. I think she digs me (Say it with me... "YEAH RIGHT."). But really, I think so.

Now I'm going to depart to Manhattan to rendezvouz with my classmate, JC Martinez. He's here for vacation. I'm going to go there by bus, hope I don't get mugged or something, though. It's been a long time since I've last seen him, I can't wait!!!