Eliza's Anatomy: August 2008

Eliza's Anatomy

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23 August 2008

UPDATE

Most of y'all don't know that I'm already earning......twice than my mother, actually. I've been a ticket seller at the Canadian National Exhibition since August 15th. It's like a seasonal carnival here; with all the rides, concession stands, and all those stuffs that you see in a carnival. More or less, I receive $8 an hour. This week, I've been working there for 18hours. 9:30am-3:30pm.

What makes me earn more than my mother is I have another job at Tim Hortons. It is like Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks. More or less, I receive $8 an hour, too. This week, I have worked for 30 hours. Mon-Fri 5pm-11pm. So, after the CNE work in the morning, I travel directly to Tim Hortons. Almost an hour commute. *dies* So, in a day, I've worked for more or less 14 hours. I'm soooooooooo tired!!!!

There are times that I just want to give up Tim Hortons because it had take a toll on me; do the cashier, make coffee, clean up the place, etc. I should do SOMETHING when there's no customer at the counter. Every night, I couldn't feel me legs, my feet are super pinkish. Although, I like the night shift better because it's not that busy and rush unlike the morning shift and at the end of the night, I could just take out as many donuts, muffins, cookies, pastries I want. Plus coffee.

Next week, at least I'd get enough rest at night since I'll be working M-W-F at Tim Hortons in the morning (I'm so gonna die after my shift with all the rush T_T) and T-Th-S at CNE as Ticket Seller in the morning as well. What keeps me going every work I have is I am earning. I could help out in our expenses and I could slowly save up for University; post-secondary education.

That's about everything about my "work-life" here in Canada. Now let's go to my education...

I don't know my timetable is but I already have the subjects that I'll be taking up. I don't have the list with me, it's with my mother. But only 2 of the subjects I'm gonna take has stuck in my head. First, PE. WTFFFFF.....I don't want to take up PE! My brother wants to take up PE but he got ART DIPLOMA. I want to take art diploma! @_@ Second, it really made me go o_________________________________________________O WHAT THE EFF?!!!?!!! Why would I take this?!!?!! *dies* it's Social Science PARENTING COURSE. WTFFFFF!!!! I don't have any plans to be a mother just yet! God. *dies again*

Oh wait, I found the notebook where my mother wrote my subjects. u_u alright, my subjects are English 11U, Geography, Math 9 and 10, Biology, PE, Social Science Parenting Course. English 11U meaning University level. I think my subjects are supposedly for my brother and my brother's subjects are supposedly for me. His subjects are Math 9 and 10, English, Civic and Career, Grade 9 Art Diploma, Grade 10 Business Class. o_o wtf, he's gonna take BUSINESS CLASS???? XD I think there's a possibility that we'll be in the same class for Math 9 and 10, I don't know.

I think that's it. And its like I'm blabbering. I mean, -- oh nevermind. I dislike explaining myself.

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posted by Eliza the Witch @ 8/23/2008 09:11:00 a.m. 0 comments

14 August 2008

I Need A-Way by Eliza Andrea Yuzon at www.poetry.com

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pls vote for my poem. thanks! ^_^

posted by Eliza the Witch @ 8/14/2008 03:54:00 p.m. 0 comments

11 August 2008

Vent the Fourth

WARNING:
1. This is long.
2. I mean everything I've said in this...whatever you like to call this, I don't care.
3. This is not poetry yet there are still creative tinge to it. Since, my mind's exploding as I wrote this on paper and my poetic "powers" isn't working that well...not being ever so thick about it, ait?
4. I just hope you, reader, would read this until the end, "it is better to finish what you've started than to leave it hanging."
5. Frankly, I badly need someone to listen in times like this.
6. Few of the conversations were originally in Tagalog.
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First of, I poured my eyes out this afternoon. Just my eyes, yes; that's just like a small spill from a glass full of water.

I was peacefully rereading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in the bedroom because I have nothing else to do and basically, I was trying to cool myself down. My mother and my sister arrived home after I ate pizza and flipped 10 pages of the book. My sister discovered the broken drinking glass, with an accusatory tone she said, "the glass is broken." As usual, my * of a brother would lit up and replied in a blaming voice, "Lysa..." Mind you, I was still in the bedroom TRYING to concentrate on reading, and thought to myself that I'm not in the mood to deal with it. But still, anger is slowly creeping in. My mother came in the room and went to her closet and said in a non-committal voice, "I already mentioned don't stack the glasses up." I just sighed inwardly. Then, as if the already spilled glass of water that was vibrating then now shaking violently and spilling more water. Yes, I cried when my mother left the bedroom. For a while, I cried my eyes out but still straining to hear if there's any movement that my time of vulnerability have been interrupted by opening the bedroom door. With such a small apartment for a family of 5, there's a 99% chance that my state will be discovered. But by a fraction of a second, thanks to acting workshops and experiences I had, the remainder of the chance I wasn't caught. As a matter of fact, the intruders nested in the bedroom but not touching me. I was breathing deeply to calm myself but hoping they won't suspect anything. I sobered up and went out, no place to stay but on the sofa, which is public for everyone residing in the apartment.

I set up the table. Went to the laptop, sidetracking, obviously. With an additional help from my playlist. I didn't eat dinner because I was still full from the pizza I ate around 5 in the evening.

I DID NOT EAT. Yet, I was asked to wash the dishes. I DESPISE that household chore. with all my being. Still, I did it. We had arguments about it but I don't want to bore you to death, as I suppose you are now, so I won't write it down.

When I was washing the dishes, I already have THIS VENT in my mind. I was a tiny bit relieved because I know NO ONE will cut me off.

Straightforwardly, I am angry with the TREATMENT of my family towards me. I feel like a slave when I am home. Home, as in not only here in Canada but also back in the Philippines. But especially here in Canada. Like I said, I DESPISE washing the dishes, yet they still made me do it just because when I do it, I do it properly and neatly...aint bragging here but they said it themselves. Well, at least mother did. Is it fair? I washed the dishes when in fact I did not eat? It is true. Just because I want everything to be neat and proper to the point that people tease me that I have OCD doesn't mean they should give these kind of chores to me. How can the other people living in this household learned to be like that too--to be neat and proper--if they won't practice or do it themselves? Just like in all team building or teamwork, give others the chance to do something so that they would learn what others have learned from this kind of work or activity.

My mother despises doing the laundry. Although, the laundry here is easier than it is back in the Philippines. Yet, I am doing it. So, that's like relief for her, right? Washing the dishes here, in the apartment, is the same as in the Philippines: mano-a-mano. I won't mind if there's a dishwasher, I could just load the dishes, load the cleaner in the machine, then leave it there, that's it! Just like the laundry here. But no...I would still have calloused hands. Is there a relief for me?

My father, he's here. So as his attitude back in the Philippines. *dies* I am not a victim, but my brother. Father was on the laptop or was answering some Sudoku puzzles, I'm not sure. He asked my brother to bring him a glass of coke. *jawdrop* my God, can't he do that for himself? It isn't as if the refrigerator is that far from him. We won't try to sneak in to use the laptop or answer some puzzles when he's away. My brother and I survived without a maid for 2 months. We even tried to survive without a maid during our first few days of stay here.

I. Am. Not. A. Slave. But. I. Feel. Like. A. Slave....a slave to my OWN family? O_O I am tired of this. I kept on saying I. Do. Not. Like. To. Wash. The. Dishes. yet, they still let me. I kept on doing the organizing things. I am sick of it. I have been doing it for a weee lot of times. I don't need any more of it, I suppose so. It's like I'm over-practiced for it. I have already learned from it. How can my character grow when I keep on doing the same things? How can others' character grow when they aren't given the chance to do what I've been doing for so long?

This may seem out of tune but this question had been lighting up in my mind since this afternoon: How can I count my blessings when that has been happening is otherwise?

Thank you, for listening/reading my vent. It is much appreciated.

posted by Eliza the Witch @ 8/11/2008 08:17:00 p.m. 0 comments

About Me

i love you like no other, but i know

you're not the one. *SM*

Name: Eliza Andrea Yuzon
Home: a house

About Me:
+ classical FREAK! (Canon in D Major is my favorite)
+ loves the violin
+ WEIRD!! (totally and loving it! and you'll love it too lol)
+ middle child (the kid who gets less attention)
+ i love GOD (Solo Dios Basta!)
+ i love my family
+ i love my FOADS&friends(including my online friends *alt+3*)
+ i love my bestest bff eva! *hugglesbackclings*
+ i would really love to go to Italy (love that place even though i haven't been there)
+ love to love
+ hate people who smokes and DRINK (the drink part, as long as i'm there it's ok LOL! JK)
+ hate people who are plastic (c'mon! be yourself, you're not made out of plastic!)
+ an Emotional Poet
+ organized girl
+ ready for *any* adventure!
+ teddy = LOVE
+ dislikes strawberries
+ the only seafood i eat: shrimp, tuna, bangus(aka milk fish) and crabs
+ loves ACTING so much that it defines my LIFE
+ DANCING is after ACTING in my list of passions
+ knows how to play poker =|
+ TRUTH OR DARE
+ RISK TAKER
+ SWEET MYSTERY has a very special place in my heart ♥
+ is COMMiTED to what and who i LOVE
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