Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I Feel Unloved
Okay, so I left my phone along with my iPod in my house for like the WHOOOOLE freaking day. And I go home and guess what?
NOT A SINGLE SOULD TEXTED ME.
Omg, e veryone hates me.
Or I just never reply. :)) BUT ONLY BECAUSE, I never expect messages anymore. Nobody ever texts me anyway so. IT'S NOY MY FAULT, people, IT'S YOURS.
UGH. I am NOT loved.
killed a random reader @ 6:35 PM
Monday, February 25, 2008
Single, Ready To Mingle?
I think I'm meant for Single-Blessedness.
Yea. That crap Ms.'Apol' was telling us about last year. I think I'm gonna live it.
I don't know, maybe before, my yaya cleared up the dinner table while I was still finishing the last of my dinner. Didn't grandmothers used to scare every girl in the family about how that incident of clearing-up-the-table-while-a-girl-is-still-eating will scare off every boy in the world and therefore would lead to a life of an eternally old maid?
But God, I don't want to be single for the rest of my life. I'm practically screaming Rhett Miller's Come Around in my head every single day of my life.
Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my liiiife? I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my liiiiife, unless you come around, so come around."
Is something WRONG with me?
killed a random reader @ 3:36 PM
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Fuego
Me goes to Fuego in a while. I know, I know, PEOPLE WILL BE LONELY!
But I still love you.
Happy Dappy Birthday MAJOE GACHO!
You're 19, like WOAH.
SUCKS TO BE YOU!
Haha kidding. (Shout-outs to MAAN and GELA. Maan, mamimiss ko yung...obsession natin. HAHA. Gela, you didn't go online!!! Fo shiiizzz!)
killed a random reader @ 3:41 AM
Friday, February 22, 2008
Stupid Americans
OMFG WHY DID THEY CUT GARRET HALEY, LIKE WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????
STUPID AMERICANS!!!!
Just when I thought he was super potentially attractive. I love him, I really do. LIKE PUTANGINA KAYOOOO! You should've cut Chikezie, I mean GOD KNOWS, I won't give a fucking damn about him.
LIKE, GOD!!!!
Oh Garret, you can come home with me if you like. Minus your hideous frizzy hair, yes.
UUUGH!!!!
killed a random reader @ 3:21 PM
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I Feel Very Sisterly
Someone's bothering my sister, and I'm strangely affected too.
My natural mean sister instincts told me to lay off and let them solve their own petty, childish issues. But I did otherwise.
I wrote a message to the big bad bully and felt all brave and concerned and, well SISTERLY.
For the first time in my life, I showed her that I wasn't just her sister because we happened to belong in the same family. I proved to her that I really, actually, admittedly do love her (ulk) and care for her, genuinely. Eewcheesy. But still true.
I hate to see her being bothered by some UNWORTHY child that is not me.
I mean, come on. Who else does a better job tormenting her life than her own sister?
Really, it's what I was born to do.
I really hope that kid stops all her nonsense shit going on. I mean, seriously, she wastes her time leaving hate messages to everyone's guestbook, and all I can say is: GEEZ, don't you have a life?
Whatever. This is precisely why I hate some children. They are so... annoyingly irrational. Unlike me of course, who's just annoying, or irrational, but never both.
I WIN.
killed a random reader @ 5:52 PM
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
'Cause I'm Opinionated, Even If Nobody Really Cares
So okay. I present to you, once again, the traditional AI evaluation.
Well, actually I made the traditional part up. But I remember posting a Sanjaya Malakar related post in this same blog, saying how much I'd want him to win but only to find myself mentally cursing him violently 2 weeks after he butchered John Mayer's (my boytoy) Waiting On The World To Change.
So that was completely unrelated.
ANYWAY.
1) I'm in love with David Archuleta. He is the most adorable thing that ever walked the AI stage. Aww such a cutie. And I LOVE his attitude. Totally love how he nudges Ryan around and everything. I bet my ass (again) he's going to make it to the Top 12. Like SERIOUSLY. I mean, who wouldn't put the guy in?
2) I think curly dude Garret Haley is someone I could actually like. I just hope he decides to lose all the, well, curly-ness. I'm not a fan of bushy stuff, to be honest with yo. Some people look good with weird hair and some people just don't. i mean, I HOPE he gets the clue before it's too late.
3) I must say I found Whoops-my-gaydar-is-going-haywire Danny Noriega really annoying during the first parts of the audition process, but tonight, when he did the "Some people weren't just LIKING IT." *snap snap* in the air retort for Simon, I'm ready to give him his second chance. Or third. Or fourth. And Jailhouse Rock wasn't so bad, really!
4) I quite like the voice of David Hernandez but I really have a problem with his face. He, disturbingly enough, looks like an abandoned wooden chess piece. I just can't figure out if he's more of a rookie or a knight. No seriously.
5) I'm such a sucker for sappy stories and the only reason I don't want Jason Yaeger (sp?), the Moon River guy, to go is because his curly son just looked so proud of him when he was on stage, and I wouldn't want to think of his face when he finds out his father has been eliminated.
6) Well, I like Bohemian Rhapsody guy quite alright.
7) Chekezie's performance was just really... sad.
8) Theatrical Guy/Ellen Degeneres look-alike Colton Someone didn't deserve such a horrible comment from Simon.
And Oh Wait, Ryan Seacrest was right. Simon DOES have a very box-like hair. HAH! I couldn't have described it better.
OKAY, nobody cares.
P.S.
~Despite my original intention to attend the Miting De Avance, I faaaailed. :( Okay let's blame Gelabee. HAHA kidding ;) But I was ORANGE all over (SUPPORT!), even if Sir Bataller said I looked like a Christmas tree, which, by the way, I didn't really get 'cause trees are supposed to be green and not, well, in such a hideous shade of orange.
~Random realization HAPPY MONDAYS ARE DEAD.
~Free Cut ES Lecture and Lab. Oh God, giddyness to the highest level.
~ Sev and I actually share something now. Or... someone. HAHAHA BOO US WHORES!
~ First time for a very long time that I went home early. I don't think I'm really used to it.
~Our "For How Long Can You Escape This Tedious Math Lecture" game (played by Dan Sev and I) is very very amusing.
killed a random reader @ 3:11 PM
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Instant Fan
I've never worn those laminated promo tags handed out by Partido Ignacio or Agila because I think they're big and tacky. Well, I've always treated them as trading cards I collect so I'll have the tallest stack of hopeful candidates by the end of the campaigning period.
Besides, I don't really have REAL friends running, so I don't really see the point of wearing the tags around school all the time.
BUT.
My ID has now been officially devirginized by Omi Castanar's bright orange, HANDMADE (woohoo) candidacy tag (whatever you call those things).
What's overwhelming is the effort he has put into making each and every one of them, and the support his friends (and family probably?) give to him.
I understand how almost virtually impossible it is to run as an Independent candidate. You do all the work by yourself, and nobody really knows you until you approach them and blab about your platform, that some don't even give a shit about. You have no Party Power to do the promoting and publicity for you. You have to be unbelievably shameless to get yourself out there.
So, I guess this is the help that I can give to Kuya Omi. Yuck, instant fan e, no? Or groupie. HAH. I know I can't exactly give out Omi buttons in SEC Walk, but maybe with this entry, I could change a few minds. Don't abstain, kiddos! Vote for dedication, passion and effort, of course.
VOTE NA FOR KUYA OMI for SANGGU PRESIDENT!!
Omi C for Sanggu P! Or something.
Yay.
And just because his speech in my Fil class was so damn effective.
killed a random reader @ 1:48 PM
Monday, February 18, 2008
Leave Something To Save Me From My Embarrassment
JUST 'CAUSE IT SEEMS SO PRETENTIOUSLY FUN. ;)
If you read this journal, even if I don't speak to you often, post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
It can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this on your journal too!
Be surprised (or not) about what people remember about you :)
Leave a comment okay. Else I would be terribly embarrassed. HAHA.
killed a random reader @ 5:35 PM
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Weep With Me
I try to finish off my English paper tonight while my mind is frighteningly blank.
God, there is nothing more frustrating than having to write some notoriously long shit at a time when you can't think of anything at all.
And even if I do force myself to write crap, I can be easily comparable to a boring boring rerun of a very bad movie, repeated 10,000 times. I write the same crap after every sentence. I can't even be bothered to use a thesaurus for synonyms of overused words sprinkled 156 times within a single paragraph. It's not as if she ever read any of my drafts to begin with.
I am honestly tempted to do a cartwheel across our library, if it would pour every last bit of creativity and passion and good sense out of my head. But first, it wouldn't, and second, I couldn't.
Oh, weep with me.
killed a random reader @ 1:22 PM
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Why Don't I Know Anything? (plus Hearts Day rant)
Why don't I know anything?
Honestly.
So I don't know how to solve that ABRACADABRA diamond thingamajiger for our Math 12 long test a while ago. Then, I didn't know that stupid Clear commercial Sev kept blabbing about (Black Valentine? WHAT BLACK VALENTINE?)
THEN, quite ungorgivably, I don't know what the hell is going on in the Philippines now. I keep hearing stuff about ZTE and Jun Lozada and Abalos but I have NO idea what they're about. And how come I never knew that De Venecia wasn't our Speaker anymore?
WHAT THE HELL IS ZTE ANYWAY? Would somebody enlighten me? Why don't I know anyyythiiiing? I don't think the "I Don't Watch TV Anymore Except For American Idol" excuse is even acceptable at this time.
I was wondering... does that make me a bad person?
P.S. It was Valentine's Day today. It wasn't bad as I expected it to be. Although Sev and I didn't see our significant others. EEW how totally awkward and assuming it is to put them in that way.
One thing that annoys me though, is girls flaunt a little bit too much about all the Valentine shit they got. I mean, OKAY, we get it. You got a flower. But HELLO? It's not like it's a whole freaking boquet. So why dont they just shove the flower in their bags and stop lugging it around to every single place they go to? Like we NEED to acknowledge your likeable-ness by the amount of flowers you flaunt in SEC walk.
Or maybe I'm just bitter.
I mean, SERIOUSLY.
killed a random reader @ 2:36 PM
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
For The Love Of Math (NOT)
Today's McDonald's trip was necessary as the pressure of our nearing Math long test on Counting Techniques and my inability to comprehend given situations in a calm and, most importantly, logical way, dawned on me and haunted me for the rest of the afternoon.
You know, I try to do my best. Even though I don't really listen listen in class, I read the chapters. And I analyze each and every example with the best of the best of my abilities. If you can call it that. ButI just never seem to get it. I'm confused with permutations and combinations and adjacency and binomial theorems.
How totally frustrating it is to solve the number of ways 11 plane passengers can be arranged in a plane when it's an extra pain in the ass just because two lovers refuse to sit with each other. What's more is, how utterly infuriating it is to realize that you're the ONLY ONE struggling with a very simple permutation problem that you don't even know how to begin approaching.
Math is a pain, seriously. And if I could count the number of blog entries I have written to pay homage (NOOOT) to the greatness (MORE NOT) of Math, I honestly think I would run out of fingers.
And at this point, I agree, it is getting kind of tiring now. Blaming Math for everything that went and goes or will go in my life, but you can't really hold it against me.
It's not my fault I'm so stupid.
killed a random reader @ 4:44 PM
Monday, February 11, 2008
My Apologies
So here's the thing:
I rode Kirk Long's truck today.
Grabe, long story. Naki-extra lang ako kay Tata Photographer and Mav Guidon Writer. He had a "shoot" for some Sports article and we had to go waaay over to the baseball field. It was a super short trip lang, BUT STILL.
AND BOOM!
Dinrive kami ni Kirk. HAHA. yuck, I'm such a loser. I posted this pa talaga.
Well you know how I WAS a fan around first sem.
My apologies.
killed a random reader @ 3:36 PM
Sunday, February 10, 2008
You Made Me Get A D! (A Poem)
So, I wrote a childish poem today. Just 'cause it's ALMOST Valentine's Day.
It's not necessarily written for anyone in particular, really.
Just for laughs.
YOU MADE ME GET A D!
Dear Lord, I hope to finish
Writing this goddamn paper today
Thinking about you gets a wee bit tiring
But I do it anyway
My English teacher told me 16 times
I've got to focus, focus, focus
But I'm typing up this poem now
With some random hocus-pocus
I try some things to distract myself
So I do a little dance
I do a cartwheel, sing an awesome song
Unrelated to romance
But it's you, it's you, and you you you
That I want to write about
You make my heart run 4,000 miles
And believe beyond the doubt
So I manage to type out a few smart words
Quite searched for hastily
And when Mom reprimands, I'd tell her that
You made me get that D
And if she moans for my wasted life
I'll say, you're the future that I see
Surely, you're just much more interesting
Than a measly master's degree
END.
Well, that's it. I hope you understood. HAHA!
I'll be posting the Sagala pics later, after it uploads. SUPER TAGAL, YO. :))
killed a random reader @ 10:05 AM
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Someday We Will Die
There is something very strange and eerie and sad and haunting upon seeing people pass you by with black crosses on their foreheads, knowing that you're marked by the same foreboding symbol like the rest of them.
I apologize to God. Please don't condemn me.
I might be missing the solemnity of Ash Wednesday, but it was never really a comforting thing for me to be reminded of my inescapable death.
I don't know, I'm afraid of death.
I'm afraid that I would just die without warning. Without proper preparations or prepared salutations. I'm afraid that I would die in a way that I wouldn't want to. That I'd die melting away in a fire, or drowning in the vastness of an ocean. That I'd die feeling the speed of a bullet or the sharpness of a blade. That I'd die smashed or beaten or crushed or eaten. That I'd die in the middle of a sweet dream about some tomorrow that I wouldn't be able to wake up to.
I'm afraid of missing out.
I'm afraid I won't be around for amazing technological breakthroughs, or awesome new music, or perhaps, total world peace?
I'm afraid of the things that will be left unsaid. I'm afraid of the people that I would leave behind. I'm afraid of missing the moments I deserve.
I'm afraid that I'll die a second too early, or a second too late.
All my life, I've been living with the fear of death.
I'm afraid that I would lose someone I love to the cruelty of brief time. And I'm afraid that, that too will cause my own death.
Someday, we'll all die.
It's not the most comforting thing in the world.
But somehow, we just have to be reminded of it.
This entry is a day too late.
killed a random reader @ 2:42 PM
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Binomial WHUT?
OhmyGod.
Shall I even begin another one of those never-ending rants about how much I hate-loathe-absolutelyabhor to the highest maximum level of hate-loathe-abhor-ness, this grueling, heart wrenching, awfully painful subject that is Math?
Okay, I've said this before. I don't get Math. At all.
I mean, I won't even TRY to make an effort to get it, 'cause it's really pointless.
The only MATH I can apply in my life is money counting and budget shit stuff, and HELLO, I've got a calculator, and the world is squirming with unemployed accountants that can do the bloody numbers and figures for me.
I mean, honestly. MATH?
Honestly.
So I ask now. What is the real relevance of knowing this Binomial Factoring forever whatever shit that Sir was talking about a while ago? 'Cause if you seriously, SERIOUSLY look at it this way, you might change your mind.
PREMISE:
1) So Math. Obviously, I need to survive it. I need to pass.
2) There are formulas. And concepts. And formulas AND concepts. And theorems and postulates and more formulas.
3) To be able to pass, I must memorize.
.....................................................................................................................
4) Memorizing DOES NOT require understanding. (1, 3 Dysfunctional Syllogism)
5) Memorizing DOES NOT require lifetime remembering. (1, 3, 4 Modus Operandi)
THEREFORE, to be able to pass Math, I must memorize momentarily, hold information until the tests are done, and forget about all these number two's for the REST OF MY FREAKING LIFE.
YES, I bet that will work.
You see, I KNOW we've already discussed Probability and Permutation and binomial Whatever in school before. We did, I think I even have the headings (only) in my notebook somewhere in the cabinets. But the important thing here is I don't remember them anymore.
Actually, I don't really know if I'm the only single person in the world who has selective memory. I mean, to me, THIS kind of Math is irrelevant so I choose not to remember it. There are SO many other more important things for my brain cells to remember, like fast food delivery numbers instead of the quadratic formula or, well, you get my point.
The thing is, they should just teach arithmetic in Grade School and be DONE with it. Like anyone cares about the rest, really. I could live my whole life without using radicals, thankyouverymuch. I mean, GOOOD. WHY?
So okay. I am definitely spending too much time ranting about something oso utterly irrelevant to me.
But all I know is I'm an art major.
"Art Major".
Feeling e, but it's true! Hah.
AND ART MAJORS, they have Photoshop grids and rulers and tape measures and all those other handy shit to be able to spare us from all the Math-ness of the world.
I mean, HONESTLY.
GOD.
Shutting up now, after this P.S.
P.S. I LOVE THIS DAY.
Some people made someone sat somewhere. And I love them. ALL OF THEM.
THANKYOUVERYMUCHHHLYYYY.
killed a random reader @ 2:51 PM
Friday, February 01, 2008
Delusional (Original Song)
Omg. Okay. Haha this is very rough. I wrote it just this hour. I think the lyrics are SOLID in the Tagalog sense of the word. HAHA. With the incessant swearing and shit. Hay.
I already recorded it, but not in Garageband yet. Haha. The melody's a bit sketchy again, but this song is less angsty now, which is good. I think I'm already finished with this. I'm just gonna upload the mp3 soon for those who care. YAY!
Comments super super make me happy. SO GO AND TYPE! Love yous.
DELUSIONAL
VERSE I
Well
They all told me I'm delusional
I know, I know
It's been a stupid thing
To prey
To prey on nothing but the hope
That you'll catch me at the downward slope
And maybe, stay
And maybe, stay
And well
They told me I'm unconventional
The way I write so many lines
So many times to sing to you
They say I've been wasting my time
I actually think I'm quite sublime
They just don't know
You just don't know
PRE-CHORUS:
Oh you'd be surprised
Of the little things about you that I've memorized
CHORUS:
Well
Maybe you should tell them
Maybe I should go
I honestly don't know
Besides the fact that I can never read you
I also can't remember what to say
Whenever I desperately just want you to stay
Oh is it wrong to hope you like me like I do, the way I do?
VERSE II:
Well
They told me to stop being hormonal
I tell them this isn't intentional, you know
I'm sorry I can't stop the staring
Can't shut my mouth from the incessant swearing
That I whisper out loud
When I see you
PRE-CHORUS:
And I know I blow
The little cover-up I show
CHORUS:
Well
Maybe you should tell them
Maybe I should go
I honestly don't know
Besides the fact that I can never read you
I also can't remember what to say
Whenever I desperately just want you to stay
Oh is it wrong to hope you like me like I do, the way I do?
BRIDGE:
And I hope you know
I'm used to being lame
It's been the oldest game
That I've been known to play
But besides the fact that I can never please you
I can never ever search the world enough
To string the words that I want to say
'Cause you're prepossessing
But I love you that way
VERSE III:
Well
They told me I'm delusional
That you'll never like
The occasional unattractive dyke in me
When I sit here
Strumming along while
Writing you a hundred thousand songs
That you'll never want to hear
CHORUS:
Well
Maybe you should tell them
Maybe I should go
I honestly don't know
Besides the fact that I can never read you
I also can't remember what to say
Whenever I desperately just want you to stay
Oh is it wrong to hope you like me like I do, the way I do?
END:
Well
They told me I'm delusional
Unbelievably personal
Irrational
With you
YAAAAAAAAAAAY!. Okay so yun lang.
killed a random reader @ 3:58 PM
