Sunday, December 30, 2007
In A Few
Well.
I leave for Hong Kong a few minutes from now.
Won't be back until the 3rd.
So, this entry is really just to greet you...
A HAPPY FREAKIN'-A NEW YEAR!
Since I won't be around when all that shebang happens.
SOOOO, be good, loveys!
I shall be posting my crap-ass, cheesy resolutions sometime when I get back.
Or will I?
LOVESYOU! Bye 2007, it has been fun.
At least, I think it has. ;)
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Friday, December 28, 2007
Poised To Be Yours (original song)
Okay, so for the sake of posting, here's a song that I've written a few months ago. Lyrics muna. I haven't recorded this one yet, cause the chords are a bit sketchy in the pre chorus. :D
Hope you likes ;)
VERSE:
I never cared for sugar-coated words and promises
But you make me feel so good
I used to build myself in secrets, clever aliases
But you've torn them down the way I would
PRE-CHORUS:
Oh when you smile
I can't help desperately changing
CHORUS:
Now we've arrived to this
Illusion of confusion
So don't drop me now
When I'm starting to let go of myself
I think I'm poised to heal my scars
Under the stars
And tell you all about
The pieces of my heart
'Cause I've been counting down the days
When you'll be part of me
VERSE:
I never liked the stupid rush in mush and anniversaries
But you make it sound so right
I've always listed down what you should do and who you oughta be
But you surprise me alright
PRE-CHORUS:
Oh when you stare
I feel discomfort rearranging
CHORUS:
Now we've arrived to this
Illusion of confusion
So don't drop me now
When I'm starting to let go of myself
I think I'm poised to heal my scars
Under the stars
And tell you all about
The pieces of my heart
'Cause I've been counting down the days
When you'll be part of me
BRIDGE:
You know I love the way you start
To shoot a bullet through my heart
When you begin to say Hello
Been thinking about you lately
Never thought I'd end up feeling
This much crazy
I am over my shelf
Over someone as pathetic as myself
CHORUS:
Now we've arrived to this
Illusion of confusion
So don't drop me now
When I'm starting to let go of myself
I think I'm poised to heal my scars
Under the stars
And tell you all about
The pieces of my heart
'Cause I've been counting down the days
When you'll be part of me
I never cared for sugar-coated words and promises
But you showed me so much more
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Monday, December 24, 2007
Because Christmas Melts The Heart Of Every Material Girl
Over the years, I've wished for many, MANY other things.
From Mermaid Barbies to liposuctions (I never really knew how to spell this one, which is probably why Santa never gave me), the material girl in me has never been tamed, never been subsided, never been conquered, never been defeated. My inconveniently discontented alter-ego is still fully active.
Not that I would like to be the contented-for-Christmas kind of person.
HELLO? This is me we're talking about.
I'll ALWAYS want to get something. Despite time and season, my To Buy list forever regenerates itself, adding more and more material stuff that gets 'more and more' impossible to get. PDAs and Kindles and Tablets and DSLRs and Houses- it's hard to keep track of the possible budget I'd set aside in order to get each and every one of them.
Of course, being the great copycats of the Westerners and having ZERO originality, stockings are filled every Christmas with my special note to Santa, of Polly Pockets and John Mayer engagements and all sorts of nonsensical stuff. Every year, I'd fool myself in believing that THIS time, Santa WILL come.
One thing that's really annoying though, is that Santa never really found his way to our house. I don't know if he's just too fat to fit in the front door, or anywhere else for that matter, or my parents just didn't want to see me acting like a good kid for all the wrong reasons. Either way, of course, I was pissed. I mean, HELLO? Even if, by now, I know the secret to 'Jolly Old Saint Nicholas', they could've made the most out of my naive, innocent years and fed my hunger for some Santa loving. Really now. We could've talked about my attempts to stay up 'till the wee hours of midnight, just to catch Santa, even though I never did ('cause he never came). At least, we'd have my stupidity to laugh about during the Christmas season.
My being deprived by Santa didn't really prevent me from asking for more things as the years went by. I'm still the same material girl that Madonna sings about. Or was it really Madonna?
This Christmas, I could wish for anything I wanted: nicer hair, thinner legs, even a fcuking boy (or BOYS, if God is in my favor) if I wanted to. But this year, I guess I'm taking a break from all my awesome self-centeredness and try being a saint (like my name, Therese, suggests). I mean, money is just, BLAH. I can always earn that, for I know in my heart that I'll be a fantabulously loaded working girl in the future anyway. HAH! But really. Barbies will be around for an awfully long time, so I can always get a box or two whenever I want.
Ideally, the bitchiness of our own schools will have truly rubbed in on us. We should've been so used to homework harassment that we'd be regarded as numb towards feeling anything close to heartwarming. However, all these Christmas lights and heavenly carols really have ways of messing up people's brains. I've suddenly turned into a Miss Compassionate just like THAT. For some reason, I miss my old, condemning self. I've never been good at being nicey nicey, sugarcoating everything with smiles and plasticity. However, today I make an exception. I may be, for the first time, ever, trying to be genuinely nice. *shivers*
But seriously.
I guess, what I'm really trying to say is, I wish God would give us all these wonderful, abstract, immaterial things for Christmas. I wish we'd all get that great kind of love all those singers and poets are raving about. The kind of love that's unconditional and selfless. One that understands and forgives. I wish He'd give us ambition, so we never lose sight of our heart's desires. I pray that He'd give us hope, so that we'd all have something to prey on, as we climb up and conquer our aspirations. I hope He'd grant us humility, freedom, friendship, spontaneity, contentment, luck, and everything else in our wishful, little hearts.
And I hope, somewhere along the way, we'd be satisfied.
Happy Christmas to you and your ultra fantabulous family!
Always remember that somebody loves you, but this doesn't necessarily mean that that somebody is me. HAH. Kidding. ;)
Wishing you love and all that crazy jazz,
Reesey Peasy.
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Friday, December 21, 2007
Then POOF! I Became A Vocalist!
*I've uploaded a new song on my Playlist. A cover of You Give Me Something by James Morrison. Click and, hopefully, enjooooy! YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING (MY COVER)
OMGOOOOSH!!!!
Okay.
SO. If you do read my posts, you would know that I have been eternally confused since last night about the aMp/Insurgence thing that's supposed to go on tonight.
aMp- Coastnet
Insurgence- Kublai's
aMp groupmates- Ice, Vica, Anjo and Anton
Insurgence- support Popoy and MRT
First of all, I don't know where the hell Coastnet is. Neither does anybody else. It's in Katipunan DAW, but I never found out. So one point against aMp.
Second, Vica, our keyboardist slash back-up vocals is in Tagaytay. Ice, the guitarist is in Bulacan. Anjo will be guest band-ing at Insurgence, and Anton's playing there as well.
So basically, ako nalang natitira sa aMp group namin na available. Two points against aMp.
Third, being a real fan of my lovely friends in MRT and Popoy, that just has to be another point against aMp.
SO GUESS WHERE I WENT?
aMp.
NOT.
Haha. Insurgence na shempre. I got to Kublai's around 6:20 pm. Saw Sev, Guada, and Cla (?). Had fun chatting and searching for non-existent hot boys. Very fun. NOT.
E ETO.
I just randomly said: "Gusto ko rin magperform." when I was with Guada and Sev, then POOF! I became an MRT vocalist!!!!!!
I sub-bed for Kaye (?) who couldn't make it. Supposedly, Guada and Cla would sing both songs by themselves, but YAY, they gave me a chance! GRABE, thanks talaga, I really love you. I feel so touched. HAHA. 'Cause in the first place, once palang tayo nakaka jam in our whole lives. As in, that Friday at Sev's. And wala lang. I felt that it was a big risk, letting me sing, bigla bigla. HAHA. So I love you! Thanks talaga. Sorry if I screwed up and I SEMI forgot the lyrics sa bridge. DIE.
So, I sang Only One (Yellowcard) with Nica. I love her! She is so vibrato-ish. I love it!
MRT did a really good job on their "composition"/ original song, Not Tonight. I love thaaat! I wanna learn it :D Teachy!
OKAY, So I knew it. Alam ko na kung sino yung mga amgpplace. Mango Float (?0 came in 3rd. Tonight We Sleep (freaking A, ang galing. Love the vocals) in 2nd, and (Ang?) Nanay Mo 1st. NO SURPRISE THERE! Galing nila, ang linis. And the audience really responded. HAHA.
*sings I'm watching Porn tonight*
FUNNY THING:
Miss Nicole Ernestine Severino has a FAN! Vaness from F4 =)) Itago nalang natin siya sa pangalang... CHRIS. =)) MYGOSH. Sorry Sev, don't kill me for posting this, but, someone came up to her, asked her name and introduced himself. OMG I was laughing the whole time. Sev was a scared little adorable cutie.
*sings SEVY HAS A BOOOYFRIEND!*
Okay, please still love me. :>
Overall, I enjoyed this night. I'm glad I went. To think I was planning to rot inside the house, internet-ing and painting stuff. We shared a pizza for dinner. :)) 50 bucks each.I don't know why I'm telling you this.
Mikkie did a really really great job hosting the event, by the way! I was surprised when I saw her introducing the bands. I love her, she's some natural at hosting. Hah.
Saw a LOT of people we know, including Nikki Villanueva (when I was about to go home lang), look-alikes of Puff and Essence. PLUS VICTOR BASA. Okay katabi-ish ko siya one time. He saw us perform! I think I love him, gay or not gay.
Thanks again MRT, for making this night lovely. And for giving me my singing time. HAH. GAh. Screw the bridge. I love Nicoley my Soulmate FOREVER! We have the exact same bag, remember, love? Haha.
Now, I smell like cigarettes. My hair is like a smoke factory. I hate smoke, but I love smokers. Well... a CERTAIN smoker.
YUCK can't believe I said that.
LOVEYOUS! Thanks MRT!
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
Christmas Demands
Five days until Christmas, and I still haven't felt any Christmas giddyness.
Well, today has been the last day of classes for me. Thank God for free cuts and holiday cheer. It seems to be infecting everyone but me. Hay nako.
OKAY, so this is my fucking delayed Christmas wishlist. I am not conforming, this is just really a "pamparinig" to my relatives. And friends. But I know, I'm asking way too much.
MY CHRISTMAS DEMANDS THAT ALL FRIENDS AND FAMILY MEMBERS MUST MEET SO THEY DON'T GET BANISHED FROM THE LIST OF LOVED ONES I'M KEEPING FOR 2008:
1) A LYPO : Seriously. Have you seen my lower half? It is unbelievably massive. I look like a walking humpback whale. Someone has to suck the fats out. Suck it allll out.
2) DSLR: HELLO? I was supposed to get this weeks ago, but no. My camera's still waiting at the store. Gah, I swear, my mom's delaying tactics. I hope she's hiding this under our Chirstmas tree. I never bothered to look under there... YET.
3) TABLET: Not the health ones. A drawing tablet for my art. "MY ART", if you can call it that. PLUG AGAIN:
4) BOOKS: Come on. This is my only addiction... OKAY, disregard Essence. Eewplease. Books keep me alive. Books make me happy. Books make me giddy. So...BOOKS PLEASE!
5) DEVIANTART SUBSCRIPTION + TALENT: Someone needs to give me trww more buckets of talent, and a DeviantArt paid subscription along with it.
AND... if you're THAT cheap and can't give gifts below 70k =)): Nail Polish. No ugly fugly brands okay? HAHA I am such a demanding little bitch. Even in a jokey way.
IMMATERIAL STUFF:
1) WILLPOWER: To fight my urge to jump at my every obsession. Yes, well, you know this vury vury well.
2) YELLOW: Some boy-I-love (who doesn't exist yet) should sing this song to me.
3) PDA FREE PASS: I seriously NEED to stop seeing those PDA fan freak couples who feel the need to clasp their hands together wherever they go, whenever possible (e.g. walking at Sec Walk, crossing the street, buying ice cream, [God knows how and why] and driving home, maybe?) I MEAN, PLEASE. Haven;t you memorized each others' palms enough? And aren't you sick of all the sweat building up somewhere at the middle of your closeness?
AND PLEASE, let's not even start with the REAL PDA-ing. OHGODBARF.
4) MORE ART: I need more art in my life. I need to see more art. I need to make more art. I need to scrap all my sucky art and replace them with new ones. I need to take lovely pictures, and I need to have photoshoots para feeling magaling ako. I need to paint more. I need to be given paintings. I need to appreciate more art. I need art appreciation.
Or maybe, I just need to be appreciated.
OOPSWHATTHEHELLTHATEMOLINEJUSTTOTALLYSLIPPED.
Serious mode.
5) GOOD HEALTH: I sincerely wish that God would grant my family the longest lives of the century. E. Especially my mom. I hope God takes care of her, just because she can't, nost of the tine. I want her to be happy. I want to make her happy. I want to know how. I want to just trust Him fully on this. I shall keep praying. :D
Ano ba yun, medyo out of character ba? G
HAHA well, well. Instant conversion.
OKAY, so I know there's a lot more. There's so many things to ask, but the truth is, I just really want number 5 of immaterial to happen, more than anything. My mom's getting weaker. I love her so. Please.
SO I END MY ENTRY.
Almost.
I don't like this drama, it's making my eyes well up. I must really really end this with nonsensical stuff. And here you go:
Random: I am confused about tomorrow. There's supposedly a soloists' night for aMp in Katip which I'm supposed to attend to because we were supposedly playing there. But but, there's this other thing, Insurgence, and, well, Anton's playing there, and Anjo too. Vica is going to Tagaytay. Ice is, well, not replying. And I jhave no driver. I don't knoooow what to do tomorrow. I guess I could always take a cab (hala na) and just attend the aMp thing. If they let me sing, without my group mates, then okay, I should be ready. But if not, I go to Insurgence to support MRT and Popoy Avenue.
SO. Ayun na. Thanks for all those who gave me gifts! It's better to give AND receive. But ym gifts shall be reserved for January. As I've said, they're gonna be so fantabulous, maiihi kayo.
Therefore, you should expect the OPPOSITE.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Shameless Plug
OFCOURSE, instead of studying, I'm DeviantArt-ing.
CLICK FOR MY ART!
More updates there, mainly Alice In Wonderland themed art.
Shameless plug.
HELLO. We have a test in Fil about the bibliographies that I don't know a shit about. Later, I'll be reading. Or maybe...bukas nalang?
Essence. He just killed me AGAIN. Okay, I'm sorry but I'm back to the addicted mode again. Ewwthatsoundssohorrible. But gah. He is just some...grr. Haha.
COME ON. Why do we still have Fil tomorrow? Everyone else is on Christmas mode now.
Oo nga pala. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNYWENNY Estioko. (Wtf Kennywenny?) Lanhiya. Palibre nga. =)) Nung maanghang na noodles. NOT.
Today is Sev's day :> I am happy fer her. I wish I have my moments too! Haha but it was fun watching Sev be normal. HAHAHA. I am vury proud of my litol block soulmate. :D
So.
Simbang Gabi nanaman bukas. Langhiyang 5:00 ng umaga yan. =)) I always fall asleep during Homily. I swear to God. Sorry. Haha.
SO THIS HAS BEEN SUFFICIENTLY USELESS.
If you've read this entry up to here, you have wasted 2something minutes of your life that you can't ever get back.
Tangina.
P.S. Jamie Lynn Spears is fucking pregnant. TANGINA NAUNA PA SAKIN? =)) Joke lang putek. HELLO? Earth to nene girl from Zoey 101? How can you be pregnant? I bet matutumba yun, pag nabuntis. Haha. Ohfreakingwell. Love their family. So very model-esque.
NOT!
P.P. S. PATTY AMONETTEEEE! Happy Birthday tomorrow! I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU, YOU VILE CAKESNIFFER!
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Monday, December 17, 2007
Future Devirginizers
SO.
The infamous MONDAY again.
No special moments for me and Sev, but we're really happy, because we saw them ENOUGH. Monday truly IS my favorite school day :D
I think ES long test was OKAY.
Stayed until 3:30 with MJ, Sev, Mel, Guada, Sandy, Sanch, Rob and insertothersI'veforgotten. Bathroom time with Angel and Jamie :))
Supposedly, it was our InTact Christmas party pala, that Enzo and Mosh should've planned but I really don't know what happened to it :)) So we ended up playing "Do You Love Me" thing, but we never really left the seats we were occupying :))
HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: Bea's pauso fortune telling thinger. OMG.
So you get the 4 KINGS. And you name 4 guys of your choice. Then, you ask a who question, like: "Sinong unang boyfriend ni Sev?". Then you distribute the cards over the kings, then kung sinong King yung nakatapat sa same suit, siya yung answer. BASTA I really can't do the explaining. It was CRAZY. Here are the results of mine:
(WARNING: We, James, MJ, Sev and I, are just a bunch of immature kids with immature questions and immature dreams immaturely hoping that the immature answers of the immature fortune telling that we immaturely performed could really happen in our immaturely real lives.)
NOTE: Most of the questions were thrown by James, Sev and MJ. I was too busy laughing and hoping it was real. Don't be grossed out okay?
FIRST TRY:
ESSENCE: King of Hearts
CHURCH BOY: King of Diamonds
KIRK LONG: King of Spades
SHAOLIN BUTIKI: King of Clubs
First Kiss: Kirk Long
First Boyfriend: Church Boy
Magiging Classmate Ko Next Year: Essence
Magiging Super Super Best Friends-ish Close: Essence
First Asawa: Essence
Kabit: Kirk Long
May Crush Din Sakin (ASA): Shaolin Butiki
SECOND TRY:
ESSENCE: King of Hearts
CHURCH BOY: King of Diamonds
MEIJI: King of Spades
ESSENCE LOOK ALIKE: King of Clubs
Devirginizer: Essence
First Manliligaw: Essence
Magsstop Ng Mga Bisyo For Me: Church Boy
Maiihi DAW Pag Nakita Ako: Meiji
Pinakagwapo: Church Boy
Iaask Out Ako For A Date: Look Alike
Tatalon Ng Tulay Para Sakin: Look Alike
Bading: Meiji
Magtatanggal Ng... HAHAHAHA: Church Boy
Nagpapacute Sa Akin: Meiji
Mahal ako (HAHA): Meiji
OKAY SO SANA HINDI BUMABA YUNG TINGIN NIYO SAMIN. =))
We were having some innocent-doesn't-involve-smoking-and-alcohol fun at Sec Walk. HAH.
TO SEV AND MJ, Send me your results so I can post it heeeere! Heeeeheeee.
OKAY, so.
More sabawness in the next coming days. LOVELOVE!
killed a random reader @ 12:26 PM
Sunday, December 16, 2007
We Have To End This
Dear Multiply,
PLEASE.
Just let me do my ASSIGNMENTSSS in peace.
Please.
I mean, is so hard to not show any kind of update on my webpage?
IS IT SO FUCKING HARD?
BUT NO.
You have to have that vury vury VURY clickable REFRESH button next to the address bar. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, NOT CLICK IT? When it's just fucking theeeere?
No.
NO.
You know what, I've gotta stop this.
We HAVE to stop this.
This relationship is not working out.
I thought you were going to make me a better person.
BUT HELLO.
Welcome to Slackerville.
FUCKOFFMULTIPLY! NOMORE! NO MORE I SAY!
...
Oh, but I keep coming back to you.
*clicks refresh button*
Love,
Reesey Peasy.
killed a random reader @ 5:40 PM
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Roadtrips and Single Awareness Days
YESTERDAY.
Was the FUN-NEST DAY EVER in the history of my Ateneo days.
I was so so so so so so happy.
No boys included.
A) English and Lit classes ONLY: Our Friday half-days just got better. We got a free cut in ES so...tententententen!
B) Sec Walk Band: I brought my guitar to school yestarday. Paolo played Like A Star and I struggled to search for the un-memorized lyrics in my head. Guada and I have a remix of my song, History! GAH, you've got to believe me, Guada is THE rapper. THE. RAPPER. Guadarapper. We might post it in Multi. :)) Now, History is for two different people =)) So, Music Making in Sec Walk with Paolo, Guada, Sev, Anjo, Ina/Yna, Wilfie, Sandra, Mel, and Sanch for a awhile. We wanted to get Wilfie's caap so people could drop coins, but they might think we're poor and blind and retarded.
"You have stolen my...HEART"
Biglang dumaan si Essence.
SO! That was totally unplanned.
C) The UNFORGETTABLE 2-HOUR LONG TRIP TO PASIS: Props to Sev for her driving skills. The clutch must've been murder. HELLO. We left ADMU around 1-1:30 and got to the house around 4. MYGODWTFPASIGLANGYAN. Sobrang sobrang unforgettbale but it was THE best, 'cause Sev was there.
Things that made us go crazy inside the car:
1) It was scorching hot. AS IN SCORCHING.
2) The aircon was just like a tiny, "batterized" electric fan.
3) The air from outside was cooler than the aircon (NOJOKETALAGA)
4) We had a 5HOURSNA empty stomach.
5) We had a single water bottle- FILLED WITH POND WATER (from Meron Pond)
6) We were oiling up.
Things we did:
1) Listen to John Mayer.
2) Look for stuff outside that reminds us of water, food and cold weather and be crazier: Freezing and Storage Building, McDo (na poste palang dahil ginagawa palang siya), Agua Ver(?), Carinederia with "Ice Cold Coke Served Here", BREEZY Village (meron talaga, nabaliw kami).
3) Scream out loud inside the car when the truck in front of us moved a max of 7 inches. Binilangan namin yung pag move ng car. 5 minutes bawat meter. LITERAL. We stayed in front of ONE FREAKING BUILDING for 30 FUCKING MINUTES. Believe me, we died.
FUNNY STUFF:
1) The truck driver in front of us fell asleep. HAHA. There was a big gap between the car in front and his truck. Everyone passing by was laughing at him. Some manongs had to slap the truck till he woke up. Trust me, it's more hilarious when you really see it.
2) After seeing an expanse of road, SEV AND I WENT CRAZY. AS IN TALAGA.
D) SEV'S HOUSE: So finally nakarating na rin kami. First thing we did was drink ice cold water and eat Cream-O dahil wala pa ang McDo. MRT band practice. I was a spectator. AAAAH amazing stuff. I loved Guada and Sev, SUPERRRRR. OKAY I am a groupie. We got to jam rin after. Jam-ish. Guada and I got to play our rap remix of History. And Stolen. And Only One.
E) Car ride to Katip: With Sev as driver, Guada as passenger on the passenger seat, Nica and Myself as the people at the back. I loved it. We listened to our own original and cover songs the whole time. We played Magic iPod shit. Song ni...for... YES. Haha. Pangit yung song ni Essence sakin. IT'S OVER. Bakit yung akin sa kanya Blue and Yellow (?) NICA HAS A BOOOOY! (Get ready for more intriga).
P.S. I think Nica shall play bass na for our Soloist's Night group. YAY.
F) Pancake House: AWW, super fun. Fake Girl's Night Out. We spent our time talking about someone's like life. HAHA. I craved for some 68 peso soup. We were 20 pesos short at HINABOL KAMI.
Another My Stupid Mouth Moment for Me:
Sev Guada Nica and I: Naghahanap ng 5 pesos each.
ME: (out of nowhere) Sir, hindi kami pulubi a.
YES HOORAY THANK YOU. Not.
G) UNDER THE STARS: Met up with Gela, Jech and Bea. We went to Bellarmine field, spied on a certain someone :> and finally went back to JSEC to sit on the laspag Manila Papers on the grass. Love Actually showing. Like Sev said: It's like another Single Awareness Day. Tangina. Haha. The night became bearable because Gela and I exchanged some...well, stories. I loved this part Gela! We buried my shoes with murdered grass. I LOVE.
THIS DAY had been really the fun-nest. Some unexpected fun! It deserves a semi-long blog entry :D Special thanks again to:
1) SEVYPOO the awesome-est female driver I've evar known. I love our roadtrip, I swear, I'll never ever forget it. And you fucking durmmer!
2) Guada T: OMG. The rap was some amazing shit. HIRE HER PEOPLE! Ang galing. "Your complexion's magnetizing, I can tell it's your best." WOOH. Panalo. Esp. the obvious part of the rap :)) AND you're such an amazing guitarist.
3) Nica: Nice to meet you! Tayo lagi yung last na nakakabasa ng mga text. HAH. Thanks for agreeing to play the bays for us. I loves! YOUR VOICE is some...WOW. Very GOOSEBUMPSY.
4) MRT: Ang galing niyo.
5) Gelabee: Aww, I loved our kwentuhan. Super super supppppeeeeer.
6) Essence: Thanks for passing by. NOT.
YELLOW. Is my song. =))
Friday is THE LOVE.
killed a random reader @ 2:46 AM
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Facing Up
OHMYGOD.
My oil is facing up.
ES free cut tomorrow. I SQUEE!
I am living a Leopard life now! Wooooheee for Coverfuckingflow.
My colds are the enemy.
My oil is facing up.
MY OIL IS fucking FACING UP!
I am not happy.
Where is my DLSR?
killed a random reader @ 4:22 PM
Cleverly Out-Lettered
Ding dong, Essence is dead.
Not.
Never saw him today. GRR. Thursday never really has been THE day.
My crazy ways and lazy days are cleverly out-lettered:
A) I just realized that I've drifted away from my usual blogging style. Before I really had some relevant stuff to talk about. Now it's just really Essence filled and...freakishness. I am starting to really hate myself for it :))
B) Buds! We've re-eaten today at Buds after one sem of abstaining (unintentionally, of course) from it. :)) Cannan has always been the more popular choice only because it comes with a box and you can take it anywhere (specifically SEC walk :))).
C) Filipino Quiz. OF COURSE, after so many years of Pinoy-ing in High School, I still really am not certain of the real difference between NANG at NG. I mean, really. They should've just used another completely unrelated term for one of them to avoid all the confusion.
D) Math. NO PLEASE. Math sucks. Sucked ever since. EVER. SINCE.
The only fun-stupid thing that happened in Math today:
Sir Bugs: Ang init.
Guy in front whose face I couldn't see from where I was: Sorry Sir.
Sir Bugs: Bakit?
Guy in front whose face I couldn't see from where I was: Hot kasi ako e.
Me, out loud: PATINGIN NGA!
*insert My Stupid Mouth song*
The guy didn't turn his head. NAHIYA ATA. Siguro hindi hot. :)) WELL, this is not entirely my fault. Sev told this to me first. But it was some unplanned, spontaneous thing. I really just had to say "PATINGIN NGA!" out loud. Grar. That made me cry out of laughter.
D) Bumble Burgers (?). YEEH. I bought after Math. The hinger was killing me. Heeeeeheee. I likes.
E) Under The Stars tomorrow! I am semi-excited. I don't know for how long I'd be able to stay though, but I hope the night will be fun and mosquito-free. Vury.
F) Probably MRTandME time tomorrow. Let's see :D
G) PAHABOL. Soccer pala. That was a waste of time. We didn't get to mock-play today. Basically we just kicked the ball back and forth. One time, Jobe (Nke-whateverhislastnameis-lam) caught our ball, since, no, I didn't miss it, but it missed my foot. He was like: "No, this is mine."
I was like: NYE!
So that was unattractive.
End of an Absence of the Presence of Essence day. YES.
P.S. If you need bridging services, B.R.A. (Bridges of ROYV Association) will always be ready to attened to you. That is, if we're connected enough. ;)
I just got labo-er.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Just Breathe
We can never rush.
I can tell my impatience to lie low for now. To stop screaming for more, for now.
I can tell my mind to stop searching. I can tell my heart to stop calling.
We can never rush. All the mush brought by crushes are all kept in a hush.
'Cause there's no need to rush.
We can never hurry.
I can tell myself to just be. To stop trying and start being. To start watching out for unexpected circumstance and pleasant surprises. I can tell myself It's Over a million times in my head, and still not believe it. I can tell that I can't tell.
We can never hurry. We can bury all our worries in a scurry show of fury.
'Cause there's no need to hurry.
We can always try. We can always feel it coming some other time. We can always take the waiting. We can always wait for the waiting.
We just lie low. Lie scared. Lie doubtful. Lie hopeful.
We just envision. Just wait. Just scream. Just dream.
Just breathe.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Hating
OHMAYGWAAAHD. What the fuck is wrong with my fucking YM?
Tangina, I cannot sign in. GRR. AS in mali daw yung password and username. But it's not just my account, because I tried my sister's, and it doesn't work either!!!!!!
I AM SO PISSED OFF!
YM is my life, seriously.
I AM HATING. FULL OF HATE.
P.S. Pinagtripan ako ni Sir Bugs kanina. Natutulog ako sa Math at ginawa niya akong example for a condition na "If natulog si Reese, kulang siya sa tulog" shit whateverness. Ano ba yun. Kasalanan ba? Sarap matulog e/boring math.
P.P.S. Today was okay. Not the worst T-Th I've had. Essence is finally working his way out of my system. YAY! I am now just semi-in like. CAN YOU BUHLIEVE IT?
I am so proud of myself.
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Monday, December 10, 2007
Un-Manic Mondays
So far, Mondays have never failed Sev and I.
YET.
I hope we'll always be happy children during Mondays. COME ON.
You have to agree with me when I say that SEC walk is THE place. As I always say, "It's where the magic happens."
SERIOUSLY. I think I'm in love with it.
Okay. So "Best Friend" Anjo Joaquin is the boy of the day. YEEHEE props to him. Alam mo na kung bakit. KAYA LANG wala pa yung THING. =)) Go na kasi ;) Sabi mo madli lang. HAHA.
RANDOM STUFF:
1) BOY BENCH and GIRL BENCH. Jech and a random dude with his girl were lost in the Girl Bench. Note to Jech: Tabihan mo na si Essence. Lumipat ka na. Unless you're gay, proving my initial (or second to initial) theory.
2) Magkamukha daw kami ni EMMET. May comparing of the face pa, amp. Si Jech unang nagsabi. Nako, eyebags lang okay? It's not our fault, that part :)) So far, 1 point for us lang (Yay Wilfie!)
3) I met a new friend today! We realized that all the lovely people live in SMOCKET, and got semi-depressed. So. Goodluck. Sucks to be non-smokers. Sucks to be us.
4) MONDAY IS OUR DAY! So far. I got disoriented again. KASI NAMAN. Dumaan daan pa e. (Not that I'm complaining). I went upstairs instead of straight ahead. Yea. Kinailangang panindigan.
5) Stalling stalling. I'm supposed to be making Fil and memorizing that. BUT NO. Blogs come first.
6) Sir Bataller/Rambats. HE KNOWS. HE FREAKING. Grr. Haha. WHY SIR? I thought we were friends. =)) Sir ha. Shh. ;)
SO PUTA. I bet di niyo nagets yung entry. I'm talking to myself again. I need to fuck-wait for it-OFF. Hating hating. Sinisipon ako. MYGWAH. I guess I got too excited before ES.
TOTALLY NOT MY FAULT!
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Sunday, December 09, 2007
UGH.
killed a random reader @ 8:36 AM
When Papers Make You Stall
THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO SAY TO AVOID MAKING THE DIMALANTA PAPER:
1) Don't be a poser. It'll get you nowhere. I swear on it, DON'T. When it's so out of character,let it stay that way.
2) Stop viewing my Multiply, freak. AS IN STOP. NOW. NOW! Now. The question is, why? You can't act like we're suddenly big friends and all. You were evil to us, and I mean EVIL. You're seriously freaking me out. It was really a mistake. If there was a Multiply viewing option for Everyone BUT *you*, I would've chosen it a long time ago. So just please STOP. Go read Google or something.
3) I feel stupid and very grade school-ish. Why have I gone down to this stinking level? It isn't me. It isn't me at all. I need to get over it OVER something. Really, like a camera? Now would be a really good time to be infatuated on an object. Really.
4) Ophelia Dimalanta, WHY?
5) Mosquito bites. I don't like it at all.
6) I am sick. Tonsillitis is killing me. I need love. NOT. Kadiri a.
7) I feel torn. And, well, that's it. I don't know where to stand anymore. I don't know whether to go with it or just stay here and curl up and be THIS forever. Really. Usually I have so much conviction, and I always know what to choose and what to do, but this time, lines have been blurred too many times, over and over in front of my face, and I just can't help wondering if I should jump in and give it a try. Or something.
8) ES is SO freaking boring, I almost feel sorry for attending it every M W F. But, well, Jaraneta keeps us going. HAHA. Yeeee.
9) Smockets should be gone. Really? REALLY. Nothing against the smokers, I just have personal reasons. HAHA. It keeps too many people away, if you catch meee driftaaage.
10) I'mtiredofbeingalonesohurryupandgethere.Comearound.Now.Never.Tomorrow.Today.Later.Someday.
killed a random reader @ 6:25 AM
THINGS I WANT TO SAY TO AVOID MAKING THE DIMALANTA LIT PAPER:
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Saturday, December 08, 2007
Eye Patches and Blurs
Well, I'm supposed to be doing the Ophelia Dimalanta paper shit for Lit NOW, because I don't want to be bothered tomorrow, but NO. I am staring at web pages, refreshing and refreshing stuff just to actually avoid doing it.
I really don't know what to say, you know? 'Cause Sev, Guada and I just laughed at lilac lavender and the eye patch woman. The talk was such a blur. Tell me, how am I supposed to react to a BLUR?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?
GAH.
Who else watched/listened to the Dimalanta talk? GAH. With the 18 roses and all. Talk to me please, and tell me: WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED?
Well.
I am dead as a decomposing cat run over by a monster truck 567 times.
Yea.
killed a random reader @ 8:36 PM
Delusional
OMGAH.
My church crush (and Poj's) is so fcking good looking, it kills me.
Here's how lovely he is. WALANG WALA SI ESSENCE. And God knows I'm slightly (slightly lang, wag kumontra) obsessed with E.
MyGAH. Lovely lovely boy.
AND, he goes to church. Putangina. Di man halata, but I love religious boys, really really REALLY. AND, he goes regularly, like every freaking Sun day. And he loves his equally lovely borthers. Tangina. Sobrang tang.ina.
Tonight he was sitting SUPER freaking close to me, I really almost died. GAH. As in ESSENCE can forever be forgotten if I can only have church boy. =)) HAHA WTF. I'm a slut, really. NOT. Grr.
Forgive me for being deranged. God, really. I AM deranged. Deranged as hell.. Highly deranged. Contagiously deranged. But hello, I WAS DEPRIVED nung high school. COME ON. All girls? What am I supposed to be, a lesbo? Naw.
Okay. Must get over Church boy, and be obsessed all over again next Sunday.
HHe kills me, he really really does.
Damnit.
NEXT!
MyGwaaaaah Prince Caspian trailer! I've watched it in YouTube after seeing it in Minky's multiply. I really really LOVED the first movie. Better than the book, is my opinion. Seriously. I especially love the fucking musical score, and the Imogen Heap song is the LOVE to the highest level. I always get teary-eyed (no joke) whenever I listen to it.
I remember our The Chronicles of Narnia in PS2 days two summers ago. We finished the freaking game in one day, I SWEAR, my eyes were red, and it hurt whenever I blinked. HAHA. It was the gayest game f the century but, BAKIT BA? E Narnia e.
Edmund and Peter got freakiuing hotter in Caspian, I swear. Edmund all the way. Or Peter. There's a slight chance of a shift here. HAHA. Gah. I am crazy. CRAZY!
I am ecstatic that it's weekend. But fuck it. SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS, so little drive to do them. WTF we're supposed to write something in English on a Size 1 AND a manila paper. Freaking fuck. Haha. But whatever. Plus that Fil speech-y thing that I am dreading. Reaaaaally.
Composed another song, but 'tis unfinished. I think I'm putting up a new recording soon, but 'tis going to be a cover of Mayer, uhgain. Since I love him. Snce we're engaged. Oh but what about Essence and church boy?
Naw, I guess I can manage to be unfaithful.
PUTA. I am deranged, crazy and delusional.
Someone PLEASE help me.
killed a random reader @ 3:28 PM
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Ugly
Listen to me:
You are ugly.
Words cannot explain how ugly you are.
Cameras cannot even begin to put the billion tiny pixels perfectly to form a picture as ugly as you are.
You are ugly.
Ugly.
I am bad.
I am superficial.
I may be ugly.
But you are uglier.
I hope you know it.
You are ugly.
Don't listen to them when they say that you're not.
Don't post your pictures of vanity and claim to be just that.
Don't expect nice comments about the angles of your face and the depth of your stare and the cheap-ass blouse you're wearing, because you're not getting any.
What are we supposed to say, "You're pretty"?
I really don't think so.
You're ugly.
And conceited.
Ugly and conceited is a bad combination.
And you are made up of bad genetic combination.
Read my lips.
UG
LY
UGLY.
You are ugly.
I am mean.
I am evil.
But I am not as ugly as you are.
And I guess
Despite my ugliness, that you say I possess,
That's enough to make me grateful.
See ya, wouldn't EVER wanna be ya.
Schmuck.
killed a random reader @ 12:42 PM
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Sabawness and Cinemalaya
HALA. Today was some crazy crazy day. I acted like I was drunk over the buko juice of JUZI. Yee. Long day. LONG LONG LONG DAY. Grshk ;)
A) Soccer. HELLO? Pano sumipa ng bolaaaa? Gah, my second individual turn, I kicked the ball and it didn't move. Why? Because stupid unathletic asses do that. And 'tis me.
B) Fil Bonus Paper. Hayop na Fil paper yan. I originally though last night that it was due some day that's NOT today. So okay, I didnt't do it. But I text MJ, and she says it's due TODAY! So I panicked and wrote some crap while in the car, stuck in traffic.
The plan was this:
1) Go to CTC right after PE. As in RUN!
2) Type the crap-ass reflection papers, fix the margins, get the font and size right.
3) Print it and be happy.
4) Study Math and eat whatever/whenever.
BUT NO. Bea tells me it's due some day not today, as I originally thought. Gela tells me the same thing. I text Choupi to confirm. Choupi doesn't reply. I call Choupi. Choupi doesn't answer. I panic. Gela, Bea, Jech and MJ watch me panic. I start blabbing and not getting Math. Bea and Jech starts leaving for THEIR Math. MJ and I are left alone at Manang's. It starts raining. MJ and I run towards the caf. I buy buko juice from the Juzi. I buy food. We go to SEC walk. I try to read Likha because APPARENTLY, there were two readings I freaking forgot to read (not on purpose, fuckers) last night because of that stupid math long test. Anjo comes along and bashes Likha book. We shut the book. I don't read. We bash some other person together. Bell rings. Time for Fil. Haven't finished a THING.
C) Fil. WOW WOW. Loved Fil. Tangina, I blindly stupidly foolishly assumed that there wouldn't be a quiz about the readings, dahil kakaquiz palang naman kasi niya last meeting. BUT NO! "Kumuha ng Size 2" was the end of me. OHFREAKINGGOD. Ok so yes. Quiz. PERO TANGINA. Who got 7/10? WHO WHO? "Pray. It works."
We had a game! Charades and filipino idiomatic expressions. FUN! I got to act out Kastilyong Buhangin. HAHA. Wethefeck. Some priceless Tata moment: The other team was acting and guessing. Tata (our team mate, enemy of the acting/guessing group) shouts out the answer "KALANSAY SA APARADOR!". We died. :)) But in the end, everybody got a bonus perfect quiz. DEMMEEETTT Sir Tenorio is some gooood teacher.
D) Math long test. Murder by Math long test. MYGOD. Coded message was: EASY EXAM. I got EAS33 EXAS. WTF IS THAT???? I don't want to go through the grueling details because putanginahindikonamannasagutanyungnumber5. So there.
E) Ophelia Dimalanta talk in Escaler. Sev, Guada and I were laughing at lavender lilac. YEE chumachancing. Langhiya. Haha. Don't want to explain further on this 'cause I might say something insulting.
F) Cinemalaya. OMG! I knew it, I was going to enjoy this. I love the films! Super! I love the part of the Santo Nino thing HAHA. When the creepy uling kid appeared out of the grass and everyone in Henry Lee screamed like it was a horror movie. LOVED. Priceless shit. Haha. I am a fan of all the films, zeeryooslee. I wanted more. Super BITIN, man.
OKAY so I didn't see Essence today. GRR. Cool pa naman daw yung suot. Yuck the stalker is here. I hate myself, really. HATING. MYSELF. NOW. :)) But whatever, I'll get over it SOMEDAY. Give me a chance muna. Tanginaaa.
I'm drunk because of the BUKO JUICE. SABAW IS ME. SABAW. IS. ME.
Yes.
Yea.
Oedipus Rex.
Oedipus.
The King.
Barbie.
Lit.
Death of Memory.
Death of Math.
Death of Me.
Death.
ESSENCE!
End of Sabawness.
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Saturday, December 01, 2007
Giddy, Slutty and High
Now.
I've just read my contact's entry now.
Well, it was about their interaction.
Yes, she's Third Year.
And well,
Naalala ko bigla yung interaction namin. GAH! Haha.
I think it was December...7? (Alvin would know this. Haha)
We were all giddy and high and close to slutty, I can't even believe it. We were cheap as ever, of course. I think La Salle did us a favor when they obliged to be interaction "partners", because really, Holy? HOLY? Naw.
I don't know.
For some reason, most of us have never ever (or at least, it seemed like it) came to close contact with any boy yet. I think everyone really tried their best to look pretty, by means of excessive powder (ops, sinong naaalala mo dito Jill?), nauseating perfume, or just a brush. I think I actually DID comb my hair that day (surprise, surprise) but still put on that repetitive checkered hair ribbon that I wear every godforsaken day.
The AVR. I bet it looked like crap compared all the other AVRs in the world, but it'll have to do. It's the best we have. We were all fidgety and panicky for all the wrong reasons. I think the moment we heard unfamiliar boy voices murmuring somewhere outside the room, our eyes widened and our feet were glues to the floor. Yuck right now, but it was really such a big deal back in second year.
We saw big, stocky, boy silhouettes on the curtained window from outside. I think they entered using the front door, and we, girls, were all seated, with vacant chairs at our sides. We held our breath at each boy who entered the door. We were probably mentally rating them, being most of the time disappointed than pleasantly surprised. (HAHA, joke lang, 2-i)
I don't remember what kind of crap games we played, except for that Human Bingo part, which I should've totally won. I think we were all too conscious about how we looked or who we ask, or what to say more than anything. Lunch time and I barely ate anything. I was feeling too puke-y to even think I might be anorexic, which I'm not.
We performed soon after. OhGOD kill me now performance. I think, now that I replay the possible performance that had happened, in my mind, that I should've died right after that. It was my first time to sing in public. YUCK HA. My voice was some nervous wreck. I think I really should have died that day :))
Our "token" was crap, like many other things about us are, and theirs were equally insulting because of the "insert name of the OTHER school they interacted with" printed so kindly on OUR tokens. We understood, I guess. We were too cheap to make an effort to avoid insult. Or something like that.
Regarding my partner, really, we could've been the best of friends. I'm a chatterbox and I've got a lot of things to say, and I could've told him of my countless mishaps and misadventures- if only he spoke up. NO, I think he only said a maximum of two words to me, literally. And to top it all off, he forgot to give me a rose after that ('cause you were supposed to give a rose to your partner.)
I wanted to say, "Gee, thanks for pointing out I'm that forgettable."
Or I could've said, "Oh, I understand why you gave your rose to (insert-classmate's-name-here) instead of me, 'cause she's really pretty anyway."
Or "Fuck off, don't ever speak to me, and don't even apologize through a measly text about this. EVER."
But, I don't know. I really didn't care. I would've if he was good looking. But he was okay, and okay wasn't enough to make me fuss over a freaking rose.
Lots of my classmates were starry-eyed and in love with boys I found particularly un-attractive. I didn't get them. I was okay. I had a rose, NOT from my partner. At least I could keep that and tell my grandkids about my "interaction" in the future (RIGHT.) They were all sighing all over the place, trying to remember the faces of their lucky boys, thinking it was the first and the last time they'll ever shoe themselves to us ever again.
But Y!M works like magic.
And well.
I still have 2-I friends.
I'm super glad I still get to talk to them and stuff like that. At least we didn't fight over people we liked and not liked. We just got along.
Interaction.
It was both exciting and nerve-wracking for a second year girl from an exclusive school with an absence of a social life. Our singing was a disaster, our tokens were a disaster, our hair were disasters but interaction will always be one 'disaster' (if I can still call it that) that I'll never want to remember to forget.
YEEHEE cheesy entry.
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