the wrong side of the bed

Chasing Love (Original Song)

2008-03-14T16:08:00.001+08:00

YES YES YES YES I COMPOSED A NEW SONGGGGG-UH A WHILE AGO. ;)

It's called... dumdumdumdum. Recording will be uploaded laytaaah.

CHASING LOVE

VERSE I

I used to go right walking in

All wrong places

Screaming "Heads Up" searching for

All those faces

Staring right back at me

This messed-up world

Is filled with loneliness

Wrapping your hand to another

Grants your second guess

Needing someone to fill me

PRE-CHORUS:

But my mind says

CHORUS:

I should stop knock knocking on

Every door

This time around my heart

Wasn't as ready as before

Stop tapping on

Every window-oh

And if we must push through

We must be star-crossed lovers

Trip and get scared

Until you run for cover

No, no, no, no, no

I'm gonna get by fine

Waiting in the lines

Taking it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

VERSE II:

I used to think that love

Is something you should find

Can't believe that it can tap

And capture you from behind

I thought

"Who needs waiting?"

I thought I knew much better

Than to sit around

Waiting for a lost love letter

That might bring us two together

But who's anticipating?

PRE-CHORUS:

And my mind says

CHORUS:

I should stop knock knocking on

Every door

This time around my heart

Wasn't as ready as before

Stop tapping on

Every window-oh

And if we must push through

We must be star-crossed lovers

Trip and get scared

Until you run for cover

No, no, no, no, no

I'm gonna get by fine

Waiting in the lines

Taking it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

BRIDGE:

And my dear, dear patience is a faithful friend

He tells me Good Love always waits around the bend

And I've been naive

So I believe him

CHORUS:

I should stop knock knocking on

Every door

This time around my heart

Wasn't as ready as before

Stop tapping on

Every window-oh

And if we must push through

We must be star-crossed lovers

Trip and get scared

Until you run for cover

No, no, no, no, no

I'm gonna get by fine

Waiting in the lines

Taking it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

WOOHOO. hope you like it. Or just leave it.

To Save The Planet

2008-03-13T15:47:00.001+08:00

Here is Therese, typing this up, doing some MAJOR stalling.

Ugh, I am tired of all the schoolwork.

Yesternight, I did NOTHING. Like, NO-THING. I stalked, basically. And bummed. Slept for awhile. Played guitar like a sentimental fool. Slept some more.

I did nothing productive, clearly not following the original plan.

I completely, honestly forgot that I had an ES long test and an English Autobiographical Account all for tomorrow. There are about 5 pages to be written and 100 plus plus plus pages to be read. Or drooled on.

So I don't know, this entry isn't exactly making me any smarter right now. I still don't know the soil layers (and like I really really care) and I have NOTHING on TextEdit. I probably might not sleep, but this is entirely not because of the amount of things I have to do, but actually because of my excessive talent for stalling, really. I tend to think up of things to do just to avoid the really essential (cough) school-related stuff.

Damn the distraction in this world. I just went in the library to get a stack of yellow paper when I just felt the urge to type something and waste more time. For some reason, I think I'm actually learning more when I'm writing lesson summaries in smooth yellow paper. Of course, rereading these said summaries does not necessarily follow the writing process.

Actually, it almost never does follow.

Anyway, I shall be off and attend to my ES book.

The world needs more knowledgeable people who dream about Soil Texture Triangles every night, and Sir Araneta expects us to save the smocket-filled Ateneo atmosphere, and the rest of the world, while we're at it, so I've got to get reading.

Damnit.

Whatever happened to Captain Planet?

Dumb and Dumber-er

2008-03-12T15:41:00.001+08:00

UGH, I'm feeling dummmmb.

I wish I could be smarter than I am now.

I wish, I could talk about more relevant stuff other than weird, grade-schooly codenames and excessive girliness. Ugh, ugh, triple ugh.

I don't remember having whore-ish tendencies when I was in High School. I was practically as boring as a baerbecue stick, complete with lack of hormones and fuzzy emotions, ironically speaking. I mean, I never liked people that I don't know-know THIS much, I mean this is just insane, what I'm...doing.

ANYWAY.

A distraction of some sort, for you.

A snippet from my Y!M (are you really supposed to put the exclamation point? kknoonecares) conversation with my kapits, Pojjjj.

POJ AND I, talking about my obviously smart choice to remain faithful to my network, SMART:

reese_0006: hardcore SMART

porj_pojee: MAG GLOBE KA NAAAAA

reese_0006: no tenksss

reese_0006: THOU SHALL NOT CAVE IN

reese_0006: NO

reese_0006: smart will resurface

reese_0006: and rule the

reese_0006: network world

porj_pojee: WHATEVER TETE!

porj_pojee: IT WILL NOT!!

porj_pojee: GLOBE WILL.... ACTUALLY.... GLOBE IS....

porj_pojee: !!

reese_0006: HAHA

reese_0006: no

reese_0006: \NO

porj_pojee: )

reese_0006: NOOOO

reese_0006: super gaya gaya glober

reese_0006: i mean globe*

porj_pojee: ITS THE TRUTH BEYBEH.

porj_pojee: =))

reese_0006: like, ever heard of ORIGINALITY?

reese_0006: ugh it's sick

reese_0006: haha

porj_pojee: HAHAHAHAHAH

porj_pojee: bitter!!!

reese_0006: smart is the better choice

porj_pojee: =))

porj_pojee: joke

reese_0006: smart has better signal

reese_0006: haha

reese_0006: =))

porj_pojee: whatever.

reese_0006: what are we fighting about? HAHA

I mean, really, t?

WHAT WERE WE FIGHTING ABOUT?

Haha, obviously, we don't have better things to do with our lives than argue about stuff that aren't supposed to be argued about. Or upon. Whichever.

SO! Lookie who got herself some Multi-colored Holgaaaa!

Many Many Many Maaaany Thanks To:

1) Gelabeefy Mun (~ put this on top of the n) oz, for getting the lomolove with me. We brought you to Eastwood after...4 fucking years!!!! Yayyys.

2) Marv Velascooooo, thank you vury vury much for driving and speaking some German stuff to keep us entertained.

3) Mr. Justin Philip Gooey/Gui, a.k.a. the little Freak of Lomo Nature, for evurything else.

YEA.

My ES Lab test sucked ass. Like seriously, terribly sucked. UGGGGGH what is this WORLD? I am totally failing lab. This shameful, one-unit subject that is called LAB.

Screw Science. SCREW IIIIT.

And RANDOM: Can I just share?

I really, REALLY hate the word MEME.

As in REALLY.

To My Good Pimple

2008-03-09T16:04:00.001+08:00

Aah, Good Pimple,

Why must you keep messing up my chin?

You are a scum.

A lousy old child of skippable biological processes.

I hate the fact that you're untouchable.

'Cause I know how annoyingly sensitive you can get.

I don't think you'd like to hear this, but truth to be told, no one ever needs you.

Faces should be smooth and pretty, not blotchy and rough and embarrassingly red all over.

So maybe

You should just

Walk

Away.

Love,

Reesey Peasy

(Now obviously, you'd know I DON'T have a life because I talk to pimples instead of imaginary friends like normal people. It's a sad life.)

The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Trophy

2008-03-09T12:04:00.001+08:00

Las day of FUTSAL toda, and it had to end in one culminating activity.

Ugh, it sucks. Even if I eternally stink at Futsal, I never want to go to another PE next sem and the sem after that. I don't want to b e forcing myself every T-TH fir another one of those PE sessions that I never enjoy anyway.

Futsal was reaaally really fun! I love our team, UGH.

Even though Baby Pink didn't say FIERCE (Jake Dolosa!) as we would like, it's all good.

We won Best In Uniform! (Booyeah for the Pom Poms and the Facepaint na weird) And we won Third Place out of... Eight I thinks. Congratulations to everyone, especially Orange, Blue and Green YAYYYYY!

Hitched a ride with Pam and went to McDo until my driver came to pick me up. It was weird, feeling it all ending like that. I still haven't made a goal all throughout the sem (Yea, THIS is my level of suckyness) but I would like to learn more, and I'm sure I'll at least learn SOME things when given the chance and the time. It was the first time I actually enjoyed what I was doing in PE, and it's a shame to leave it at that: 400 curse words and zero goals.

We were definitely the noisiest team, screaming MUGA MUGA, WEDGIE and JOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEL...PINK! at the beginning of every game. We waved our little pom-poms in panic, support and excitement, we toyed with the ice in the cooler (YES WE HAVE A COOLER!) and ate bananas to calm our nerves. We cursed, or at least I did, jokingly at opponents who were making goals but still devoted our attention to our goalies and our positions and our little strategies.

We didn't win first place but I think we were the happiest. We channeled the spirit of our home court by lying down on the floor and making (trying) cement angels all over. We huddled and prayed and screamed and cheered and took pictures of ourselves: we never let the pressure get to us. And as we received the bronze trophy, everyone was screaming and clapping and took turns fake kissing the trophy while everyone looked cute and a random stranger took the shot.

The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Trophy. Haha. It's Karen's trophy now, but in no time it will be Alyssa's, then mine, then Best Goalkeeper Michiko's. It goes on. I don't know how faithfully we'll be able to follow this silly excuse for us to see each other again even through trophy passing in Sec Walk or the caf, but I'm still ultimately happy, just because.

I'm glad we don't mind being noisy and I'm glad we formed some kind of bond through Tuesday and Thursday mornings of early ball-kicking. Hopefully, there'll be other nice classmates in my future PE classes that aren't catty and bitchy and are as silly and as friendly as my Futsal mates, but honestly, there's always gonna be one BABY PINK team (and this is against our will) that totally, totally kicks both balls (the soccer one), and asses.

FUTSAL 2008 SECTION M

TEAM PINK

A Boy And A Bullet

2008-03-07T19:43:00.001+08:00

BULLLLLLET BOOOOYYYY! Happy 18th my deaaaaar!!!

I had SO much fun, gooooooodness ME. Photobooth HOGGING, unlimited pictures with Phyl, Nicole, Nikki, Ellie, Maan, Jamie, Paula, Angel and Shari. UUUGH, I love it. MALUHO SI BULLET! MALUHO!

Pictures to come if I find the urge to post them.

And since Ken said iintayin daw niya tong blog post na ito, here: Some funny moment in Sec Walk involving Essence and ONE BENCH... HAHAHAHA yun lang e no? Super katamad na ikwento, masyadong fun yung debut ni Bullet. I lalalove E7iteeeee! Or Eli7eeeeee! Or WHUTEVAAAAAR.

P.S. It feels so nice to be out on a Friday night. Today so feels like a Saturday and it's super exciting to think that I still have two more days of freedom. HAH!

Next stop: Kar's debut ;)

I Feel Unloved

2008-02-27T18:35:00.000+08:00

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.

Single, Ready To Mingle?

2008-02-25T15:36:00.001+08:00

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?

Fuego

2008-02-23T03:41:00.000+08:00

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!)

Stupid Americans

2008-02-22T15:21:00.000+08:00

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!!!!

I Feel Very Sisterly

2008-02-21T17:52:00.000+08:00

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.

'Cause I'm Opinionated, Even If Nobody Really Cares

2008-02-20T15:11:00.000+08:00

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.

Instant Fan

2008-02-19T13:48:00.000+08:00

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.

Leave Something To Save Me From My Embarrassment

2008-02-18T17:35:00.000+08:00

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.

Weep With Me

2008-02-17T13:22:00.000+08:00

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.

Why Don't I Know Anything? (plus Hearts Day rant)

2008-02-14T14:36:00.000+08:00

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.

For The Love Of Math (NOT)

2008-02-13T16:44:00.000+08:00

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.

My Apologies

2008-02-11T15:36:00.000+08:00

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.

You Made Me Get A D! (A Poem)

2008-02-10T10:05:00.000+08:00

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. :))

Someday We Will Die

2008-02-07T14:42:00.000+08:00

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.

Binomial WHUT?

2008-02-05T14:51:00.000+08:00

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.

Delusional (Original Song)

2008-02-01T15:58:00.000+08:00

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.

As Fat As Planet Jupiter

2008-01-31T15:14:00.000+08:00

I seriously got to stop eating.
I mean SERIOUSLY FOR REAL NA TALAGA.

Well, I know I got to and have to but... I DON'T WANT TO!

GAH. There are SO many things to eat in Ateneo, grabe. Even Manang's, which is obviously the last last LAST resort, can be bearable when I'm really really hungry. I was wondering, Is there really NO end to my hunger? Like WHYYYYYY?

Okay, I seriously feel as big as Jupiter now.
You know, the planet?

And you know that I know that we all know that my legs are ultra-massive like a humpback whale. I think I've said that already before.
And, well, I don't think I'm cut out for work-out.
'Cause I don't have the patience and the will to really really lose the leg weight.
And GYM, I don't know, it's really not just me.
And sweat is so... icky. Heh.

Okay, so my legs are ugly, BUT HELL, I love my fries. And fries all go down to the thighs, right?

It's a Freaky Friday fact.

And you know how I could never understand the great obsession devotion whatever shiz people have for Rodic's? (SP?). 'Cause it's too sweet and the egg is too...watery. No, really.

BUT NOW, I finally finally do.

'Cause I've been OBSESSED with TAPA KING since this freaking week! I swear. 105 pesos of pure LOVE. I don't know, I love it talagaaaaa. :(( And I think Tapa King is until this week nalang. PUTEK HOW TO SURVIVE???? LIKE, HOWWWWW?

Okay.
See why I'm fat?

And wow, for some weird weird reason, when I came home today, my dinner was TAPA. HAHA. I swear, my yaya is really some awesome mind-reader.

Anyway. That's really all I have to say. Useless stuff, as usual.

My life is a lie.
I quote Bea Beeee.

RANDOM: If you watched American Idol yesterday, you know this girl coming down the escalator and said: "I'm gonna prove Simon wrong 'cause I'm gonna be the NEXT America's NEXT TOP MODEL."?

OMG it cracked me up.

Okay.

Compliments By The Bulk

2008-01-28T14:54:00.000+08:00

Is it just me or is there something terribly terribly cold and sinister about the word "cool."?

Random Person left a comment on my unknown account saying something like this.

"cool."

I mean, okay.
I get it.
You're sarcastic and you hate what I posted.
You don't have to type all your rage out with one word.
"cool."

Or are you?

You see, "cool." can be very misleading.
"cool." can totally mean the opposite, meaning "lame." with a matching blank emoticon face (:|) to support evident disinterest.

Or, "cool." can also mean what it really means, as in COOL.
Only there seems to be a lack of warmth by saying "cool." instead of "COOL!!!!!!".

Am I even making any sense?

...

Guess not.

ANYWAY, really, I don't get people who seem to have a problem with giving out compliments by the bulk.

Well, the truth is, I could totally take praise cleverly disguised in single-wordedness.

"Great" or "Neat" totally works for me too, if not for the noticeable lack (or absence) of enthusiasm, sincerity and convincing punctuation marks such as "!" or "!!!!!!!".

However, I just won't be able to bask on the whole awesomeness that "cool" or "nice" can evoke upon me. You know, I can never figure out, on my own, the real ESSENCE of the word when you put it so blandly, dressed in small lowercase letters and depressing periods.

'Cause you know, plasticity isn't really what you call a luxury.
Anyone can afford it.
Anyone can fake enthusiasm and admiration through typed comments and replies.
Nobody ever sees your face scowl in discomfort as you type in "WOW!!!!" when you really meant "eew".
Pleasing people isn't really as hard as everyone thinks it is.
You just get a thesaurus and find all possible synonyms for the word "AMAZING" and you're good to go.

I mean, why say "cool." when you can always say "super fantabulously awesome drastic fantastic happening little bitch" .
You know?
What's wrong with being wordy?

If it's to feed my ego, I definitely have NO problems with that.

...

Actually on second thought, forget plasticity and all the crap that I said.

Just tell me straight up that I suck and I'll try my best to not throw a very unattractive fit in the middle of Sec Walk.

Or something.

Fooling Ourselves Again

2008-01-21T15:41:00.000+08:00

HELLO.

I wrote a song about last year-ish. I haven't written the bridge part yet, don't think I ever will. Or at least, not anytime soon. But this song, I wrote for SEV AND I.
Just because...

Don't go hatin, 'cause I'm no EMO.

FOOLING OURSELVES AGAIN

We're drowning, drowning
We're drowning in a pool of
Longing and redemption
Searching for some wrong connection
We're falling falling
We're falling
And we keep on
Coming back and coming down again

'Cause

CHORUS:

We
We never learn
We crash and burn together
We can't go on like this forever
We
We act like we can beat the distance
But this time the chances chose resistance
And we can't be saved by our insistence, yeah
'Cause we're fooling ourselves again
Refueling ourselves again

We're losing, losing
We're losing to this great big
Gaping space between us
It's taking over all our reasons
We're trying trying
Just trying
As if we've never
fallen from the calling
That we heard time and again

'Cause

CHORUS:

We
We never learn
We crash and burn together
We can't go on like this forever
We
We act like we can beat the distance
But this time the chances chose resistance
And we can't be saved by our insistence, yeah
'Cause we're fooling ourselves again
Refueling ourselves again

YAY! Still no bridge, but I haven't gotten back to it since the time I wrote it. :D I don't know, I'm sort of annoyed by the repetition of words. HAHA. SO THERE! Again, I wrote this song for SEV AND I. Yes. She knows why. ;)

Despite Evident Unpleasantness, I Am Actually A Very Nice Person

2008-01-20T13:36:00.000+08:00

Okay, so it's already a known fact that I'm evil.

As I say, "I throw insults like frisbees, and frisbees like insults."

I quote thee myself.
Copyright stamped all over my phrase.

But I mean, I really couldn't help it. Whether you choose to call it frank humor or excessive/unnecessary bitching, it is what it is.

I'm not exactly proud of it, but I say what I want to say when< I want to say it. Within an excusable distance, of course, I do try.

However, there are moments that really make me feel warm and fuzzy and godly all at the same time.
It's when I learn to hold my tongue, not because I feel a certain pressure to restrain myself from throwing insults here and there, but because I can't seem to find anything to NOT like in the first place.

It is one of my golden moments, believe me, when I feel I can't do anything wrong anymore because the mere presence of faithful and innately wonderful people surrounding me is a thought so inspiring and so moving. All the harsh words and biting retorts that I usually enjoy blurting out seem meaningless and unfulfilling, as they should really be.

It is when I'm with the community, when people are so unbelievably selfless and faithful and dedicated, beyond shame and sacrifice.
It's where people sing their hearts out to praise God, while holding their hearts and lifting their hands up just to glorify Him.
It's where kids like me join music ministries or give out talks or support brothers and sisters instead of clubbing, getting waster or simply being idle. It's where infants grow up hearing bible verses and sleep through worship songs and play with the animals in Noah's ark- where they learn values such as sharing, caring and loving.
It's when we come together as people who aren't restricted through distances and differences, but as common friends who rely on faith and friendship and genuine service.

Whenever I attend community assemblies, I cannot help condemning myself for everything I've done wrong. For the countless curse words I have spilled out when I could've helped it, for the spare change I kept for myself when I could've given it, for the help that I didn't extend when I could've offered it.

The community makes me realize that, no matter how many people die because of acts of violence or responses to them, no matter how many people cry because of anguish, sorrow and defeat, no matter how many people grieve because of an arrival of a problem, a loss of a friend, or an eternal feeling of hopelessness, there will always be much good in this world, than bad.

There will always be people trying to make things look up for other people; people who try to make things better for other people with the friendliness of a phone call, the thoughtfulness of a gift, the security of a hug, the warmth of an invitation, the power of presence, and the strength of a prayer.

I've always regretted the years when we've stayed inactive in the community. It was those years when the togetherness of the families brought my mom an unfamiliar sadness. It pained her seeing moms and dads with their happy little children together, while we had to be deprived of a father and husband. But now, after almost 8 years of wandering around, insisting to be by ourselves, we've finally realized that alone isn't the way. People help, and we have been in need of help for as long as we can remember.

I can't help thinking if I'd be a better person than I am today if we never stayed away.
Maybe I could grow up wanting to become a nun, never having uttered a single curse word in my life.
Maybe I would be incredibly faithful, or toxically boring, or both.
Maybe I'd be better at understanding how to deal with depression, loss or math problems, the relations of which I don't know and won't ever know.

But all I know is this.

Even though I've missed out on quite a lot already, and though I am evil on both sides, there is still this one tiny glistening part of my beating heart that stays true and faithful and humbled by the awesomeness of the Great One.

Though I cannot ever pass up a perfectly good opportunity to defame someone, I know that I'll always constantly try to fight the greater temptations that the real world, or the university world has to offer.

LNP is love.
And I am very humbled.

To The Bastard Who's Hooking Up To Our Internet Connection

2008-01-16T20:20:00.000+08:00

To The Bastard Who's Hooking Up To Our Internet Connection:

Hello.
Fuck off.
Stop Wi-fi-ing with us.
I can see you.
I can see your SHARED files, stupid.
I can see your fugly family pictures.
I can see your field trip photos.
YOU HAVE SHARED FUCKING FIIILES.

So here's my advice:
Buy some internet cards and stop Wi-fi-ing with our family.

If only I can figure out this Airport password thing out.

GRR! I'm gonna hunt those suckers down. HAHA.

Annoyingmuchly.

We Couldn't Be More Different

2008-01-12T16:45:00.000+08:00

I make cards for my mother
You call beer your brother
We couldn't be any more different.

YEA. Suddenly, I thought up of this line while actually making a card for my mom. HAHA. Cheesymuch. So I wrote it down. ;)

Toxically Cheese

2008-01-09T16:44:00.000+08:00

Because ES is so eternally boring, and boring isn't good, and boring isn't in my vocabulary, I fought the urge to copy notes (like the vury intellectual MAJOY) and just stared at my scratch notebook.

AND!! Dumdumdumdum...

I discovered some old song lyrics! Yays. I post fer your reading pleasure (or not). It;s kind of cheesy and all, but hello, we all have our embarrassing moments.

HERE SCHMERE:

We are the perfect little couple
But it's only in my mind
You look in all these other places
When I'm the only one you're trying to find
Will you like me even better
If I become unlike myself
Will we get through the ugly weather
When you keep leaving our love on the shelf

Chorus, supposedly, but I leave this blank.

Whenever you are coming near me
My heart prepares to take its dive
But it's unfair to be the only (one)
Keeping non-existent love alive
You know nothing of my weakness
You are the one who brings me down
But I'm a fool over and over
When you start coming back around

END.

It sounds so much like a suicidal song, but no not really. HAHA. Just for the sake of posting, while I'm waiting for my 400something pictures to upload. ;)

Soccer tomorrow, babes. MJ and I will die.

Math is Illogical

2008-01-08T15:21:00.000+08:00

So you know, I can't understand shit about Math logic, I swear, Math 12 sucks. Math sucks. Numbers suck. Logic sucks. I mean I don't even get why we're studying logic. It's not the logic logic kind that we really CAN use in life, like the logic required to decode a secret love letter, or the one needed to figure out if your happy crush knows you exist. You know, Math 12 is a different, tedious kind of logic which involves letters, often p, q, r, s and t, and weird symbols you can usually find on your keyboard. I bet my ass that after this Math course, I will never ever again encounter this kind of Math logic in my life, EVER. Of course, my future children will know not to come to me for Math problems.

Studying Math logic is vury vury illogical.

So yuck, I just wasted one paragraph talking about that. That's 2 minutes of my life I am never going to get back. So much for being productive.

There are SO many things to do in school. There's a lab report due last year, which we didn't make, and a reporting tomorrow on Tatarin, a story turned into a play (is it?) that involves dancing women, rituals and the word "orgy". No seriously.
I bet the perverted boys of R08 will enjoy that. But sorry boys, we won't be performing the dirty bits in front of you. ASA. We cannot afford to please you, no, not this time, and not ever.

ANYWAY, I am slacking, AGAIN, what I do best. I thought I was already convinced that I'll be doing super super great this sem, but NOOO, too many distractions, so much idle time to spend them on. And hello, do I look like a person who doesn't have a life outside school?
Well actually, that's somewhat true, but that's beside the point.

I swear to God I'll be writing another song (just the lyrics, 'cause my acoustic lost its first string and I DON'T want to practice on the classical) before I sleep. Or something. I've been very very frustrated with melodies, I can't write a decent one that I'll be really really really proud of if my life depended on it. It's sad actually, but I gots to practice practice practice.

PE has definitely ruined my body. My ribcage area (not the ACTUAL ribcage, HAH) hurts like no tomorrow, because I ran and ran and ran and missed the ball many times. My soccer group is so fun, we were the loudest ones cheering for Team WHITE, because woohoo, we love our team. 'Cause we're "GREAT". Not. It was so unfair 'cause the Varsity soccer player was on the OTHER team. HELLO? Why is she even playing with newbies like us? She should know that beginner's luck doesn't apply to sports. We were all physically not adept, and she is some muscle girl from Moro. Or the field. Or wherever all her athletic stuff happens.

So yea, PE was extra extra fun today, even though it busted my lung.

We bummed at SECWALK again, my eternal favorite place, while reading Tatarin scripts and making fools out of ourselves. Hah. Sanch and I were supposed to get a Frosty, but NOOO, they didn't have, so that ruined our day. Haha.

Filipino was interesting 'cause we didn't have an ACTUAL discussion. Just stuff about MMFF films and the Sagala Ng Mga Sikat, which we decided we wanted to enter. I'm really really excited to make Top 30 (I hope with all my heart), and of course, win something. So yea, we're keeping our fingers crossed.

Gah, I am still officially on a "VACATION HAPPY HAPPY CHRISTMAS" mode. This is not cute, it really isn't. But, school just has to happen. It's one of those unavoidable things that you just have to get over with. But Ateneo's not so bad, especially when you see THE thought-stoppers who, well, stops your thoughts, obviously. Namely... NOT. Nowayinhell ;)

I am getting Labo-er. And it all started so well with my clever little spiel about Math logic.
So I am redeeming myself by saying this:

WHEN THE SUN GIVES WAY TO THE MOON (I quote Jech Tiu), THE EARTH CRIES. (I quote myself.)

He is officially the EMO-est of all.

And really, I hate emo.

=)) Let's go Jech!

Woah, Woah, WOAH

2008-01-06T17:36:00.000+08:00

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SHIT.

Essence fucking viewed my Multiply.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.

Joke lang.

MY FIRST PANG-GAGO OF THE YEAR.

But really, all I'm kidding is myself.

OPS. emo. Shit. Haha.

One-Sided (original song)

2008-01-05T13:34:00.000+08:00

Here's the lyrics pala. Ops, conyo. ;) This is the original one with different choruses, but it sounded ugly. Sayang ang cool pa naman nung heart goes home drama. HAHA. Okay stop.

P.S. I changed the title.

MP3 of One-Sided- LISTEN, LISTEN! :D Click >>> ONE-SIDED MP3

One-Sided

I think its time to tell you
That I've been searching, oh searching on
Now you should know that I've been trying to reach you
And I've followed you to where your heart has gone

And maybe I'm just this close to finding
Why you keep on pushing me away
When I just want to keep on rewinding
The way we were and all the things we've thrown away
Since yesterday

Chorus:

And I need to know
If you want me back
'Cause I've been waiting for a reason
But tell me
If you just need your closure
So I know when to stop holding on
Holding on

Weren't you the one who told me
That I should keep the one I want in my hand
But you're the one who's trying to escape me
And I've tumbled down when I was starting to stand

Chorus:

And I need to hear
Pleas tell me that I've nothing
No, nothing to fear
And tell me if it's a one-sided love on our way
'Cause maybe I should tell my heart to go home today

Bridge:

Oh, do I have to give you up?
Please hold on to me again

I need to know
If you love me
If you want me back
If you need me to need you
Or should I just try to forget you
And regret you
But I can't
I can't
No I can't

I think it's time to tell you
That I've tumbled down when you walked away

YAAAAAY!

'Cause I Deserve To Be Happy, 2008

2008-01-04T15:03:00.000+08:00

You wanna know something?

I think 2008 will be a good year.
2008 will be a great year.

I mean, it's 2008.
8 is an even number.
Even number is good.
I've always liked even numbers. I think they're nice looking. Put 7 or 5 next to 8 and you'll see what I mean.
Even number is great, so even number is lucky.
Great is to lucky.
It must follow, you know?

I think 2008 is going to be the kind of year where I'm going to try, well, stuff.
Stuff that's not obscene or immoral, but just, stuff, that I've never tried.
After all, I'll be 18.
I'll turn 18.
Eighteen.
Now that's a big number.
A big even number.
And even number is good.
Even number is lucky. Great is to lucky, and I know, I just know that it must follow.

2008.
I can hear it almost promising good things for me.
When December 31st comes again, I think I'll be counting down to the last second, thinking of the wonderful things that happened to me in 2008.
How I got this or how I met this or how I experienced this or how we did this. Or these. 2008 will be a happy year. I'm almost positive. It will be a fantastic fantabulous, bombastic year filled with cheer and smiles and happy thoughts.
No heartbreaks.

2008 will be good to me.
It will be the year of years where my moment of moments happened. It'll be my moments. And it's all for me and the ones I love.

2008.
Ah, yes. I'll be happy.

But you know, I could be wrong.

And if ever I'm wrong, I'll always have this blog entry as proof that I assumed wrongly again, like I have so many other times in my life.
The way I've assumed that my I would always have my Troll pin before I dropped it somewhere I don't know. The way I've assumed that there'll be another step to descend before I crashed down from the staircase to the floor. The way I assumed that my dad would stay forever before he died when I was 9.

It'll be another one of the many things where I went wrong.
But 2008 will be lovely, I said I was almost sure.

But, given the tiniest chance that it won't be, I guess I'll just have to wait for 2010, to assume and hope and pray and wish and know and believe that all it takes is an even number at the end of the year, for things to start going my own way, 'cause maybe, I thought I deserved it.

Maybe you do too.

I'll Leave You Something Special

2008-01-04T10:37:00.000+08:00

SO, I'm back and I haven't posted any pictures or blog entries about the HK trip yet. I don't know if I'll ever get to do it, 'cause laziness calls and I answer everytime. Plus, here's a good excuse: Argumentative PAPER. ;)

Anyway, I'm posting this instead, 'cause I asked people to "do me". And it has to go around.

Leave a comment and I'll reply by answering the following. :)

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

THERE.:Leav

In A Few

2007-12-30T01:53:00.000+08:00

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. ;)

Poised To Be Yours (original song)

2007-12-28T10:04:00.000+08:00

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

Because Christmas Melts The Heart Of Every Material Girl

2007-12-24T17:58:00.000+08:00

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.

Then POOF! I Became A Vocalist!

2007-12-21T20:19:00.000+08:00

*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!

Christmas Demands

2007-12-20T14:18:00.000+08:00

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.

Shameless Plug

2007-12-19T16:04:00.000+08:00

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!

Future Devirginizers

2007-12-17T12:26:00.000+08:00

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!

We Have To End This

2007-12-16T17:40:00.000+08:00

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.

Roadtrips and Single Awareness Days

2007-12-15T02:46:00.000+08:00

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.

Facing Up

2007-12-13T16:22:00.000+08:00
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?

Cleverly Out-Lettered

2007-12-13T13:30:00.000+08:00
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.

Just Breathe

2007-12-12T14:30:00.000+08:00

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.

Hating

2007-12-11T13:34:00.000+08:00
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.

Un-Manic Mondays

2007-12-10T13:32:00.000+08:00
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!

UGH.

2007-12-09T08:36:00.000+08:00

When Papers Make You Stall

2007-12-09T06:25:00.000+08:00

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.

THINGS I WANT TO SAY TO AVOID MAKING THE DIMALANTA LIT PAPER:

2007-12-09T05:59:00.000+08:00

Eye Patches and Blurs

2007-12-08T20:36:00.000+08:00
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.

Delusional

2007-12-08T15:28:00.000+08:00
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.

Ugly

2007-12-05T12:42:00.000+08:00

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.

Sabawness and Cinemalaya

2007-12-04T17:29:00.000+08:00
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.

Giddy, Slutty and High

2007-12-01T19:35:00.000+08:00
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.

Starstruck

2007-11-29T18:17:00.000+08:00
Elena's deboootieeee.

I didn't get t take any pictures, grar! 'Cause... XEL wasn't around for me to camwhore with. GRARSH. Haha but I don't blame Xel. :D

GAH SHAOLIN BUTIKI FAILED ME! He didn't come. OHMYGAAH! But fine. HIS LOSS damniiiit. HAHA. My table was with the basketball staaaars. There was one horrific baboy among them (guess who nalang), one terribly quiet and one, well, normal. Thank Gooood. Small talk with the normal basketball player. But that was it. Haha. Tatlo lang, wala pa si Kirk Long, langya. :)) OHWELL life has to suck.

ELENA looked lovely! YEEHEE. But she was still so shyyy. Haha yuck nastarstruck ako sa Chicosci. HAHA. Yung hair ni Migs, yun yung tipong type ni Jech. (Baka labasan). HAHA. ;)

I met new friends! Well, I met Elena's best friend and Elena's cousin. YAY. Un-lonely me. :D I got to take home a mini cake. Lovely lovely cake, by the way. ;)

'Twas really fun, Elena. Hope you had fun! It was too bad about the Trillanes shit, but I'm glad people really did try to come. Too bad for both of us lang, if you get what I mean, but thank you so much for inviting me! Loooves!

Nagulat lang ako sa 18 candles.

Reese: Text text text to Sev and Xel.
Host: Reese Lansangan.
Reese: HUH? AKO? (outloud)
Basketball stars (yes naman): Tingin in surprise
Reese: says something stupid and wrong and bobo.

So yea.
I had to leave early and WALK home with our helpers. Yes. Malapit lang naman e. Reached home to type this. I'm just ultimately relieved I didn't get harassed or anything. YUCK FEELER. Tangina. Must go now.

;)

Bluetit

2007-11-28T15:02:00.000+08:00
Warning: Can only be understood by my ES classmates :D

BLUETIT= some other smaller species.

Sir Araneta was trying so so so hard to avoid saying this, when all BLUETIT means is a bird that is prey to the hawk. Or something. I didn't really pay attention because the BLUETIT was distracting Sev and I.

Nobody laughed with us.

I think everybody else is corny.

Photgraphy talk today. All I can say is- "Putangina, FHM!"

Yea.

Life of a Schmuck

2007-11-27T19:55:00.000+08:00
Why do I have such a pathetic life of watching YouTube all day and fantasizing about John Mayer and his lyrics?

Putangina.

If I weren't such a sucker for you.

GAH.

Moving On (NOT)

2007-11-27T15:28:00.000+08:00
No Essence at all today. (YUCK talagang yun yung intro e. Shiiit)

I think I already jinxed it since I was overly happy yesterday. Haha. OHFREAKINGWELL. Moving on.

PE was...grr. I think soccer balls hate me. HAHA I swear. MJ makes it look so easy, it's unfair. I hate her for being some sports expert. And we HAD to be friends. GRR. HAHA. I see her un-struggling with the ball, kicking it and moving it side to side, forward and back, while I'm too busy chasing after the ball I've been forbidden to touch. Gah, it's sad because I really want to do this. HAH. Whatever, I'll practice with some jackstones balls. I think I have a big one somewhere here... =))

We didn't get to read the Jaime Biron Polo Jr. handout for Fi, partly because we did math (MJ almost solved the whole thing for me, becausa YES, she had to be good at math also) and mostly because we didn't have a handout. Haha. MJ's some big worry-wart. HAHA hindi naman tayo pinalabas kanina. BOO. :))

Filipino time. Kami ay nagbasa ng aralin mula sa aseteyt. Mainam na midyum>/b> ito ng pag-aaral. Kung kami'y patuloy na gumamit ng aseteyt sa aming mga aralin, kami aymakakagradweyt. Ako nga pala ay naglaro ng kanina.

Yea, basically, that was our Filipino. I'm starting to really look forward to our Fil classes. Some good thing.

Math, a.k.a the Tata subject (HAHA sorry Tata ;)) GAH, of course I did NOT understand the matrix shit Sir Bugs was explaining, I really didn't. The inverse and the whole connection with the codes and the movie that will "bomb the turtle" really didn't make any sense to me, so whatever. I'm studying tomorrow, after I get through with this shitty Ecological Footprint Calculator for ES lab. GRR! Grr.

So that was school today, pretty much. Essence nowhere to be found, the fuck. Haha. Elena's debut is coming up, some Thursday night. The venue's perfect because I could really just walk home after the event. My village is just THERE. Haha. Ooh, no Shaolin Butiki either. HAHA, ok, losing interest. But no, not really? HAHA. Confused litol girl.

I slept through the whole ride home. I hate the fact that it rains hard only AFTER classes. I mean, I love rain. I think everything is prettier when it's raining. So I would love to be prettier at school, more than anywhere else, really. HAHA WTF?????

I am not making sense, so I should seriously stop this now. Grr. I will not mention Essence for a third time at this post, but I really think I just did. Plus, I know you're annoyed with the senseless code name. BLAME GUIBEE. He started the whole darn thing.

Photography talk tomorrow!
*sing-song* Guess who has a decent cameraaaaaaaaa? *sing-song*

I know for a fuckt, it's NOT ME.

Essential

2007-11-26T14:59:00.000+08:00
YUUUH.

ESSENCE DAY TODAY, OKAY? Booyeaaaaah.

Overall, today is a very happy-happy day. Too many people made me happy today, and here's a pathetic little list of them, since I love them all so much! Oohlah :>

Happy Person # 1: Bea Benedicto

WOOHOO, Bea. Ang galing ng ano mo, photography skills. Ganda ni MJ e. =)) Sa pic na yun, panalo. HAHA. LOVEYOUFOREVER. ;) Tumatactics. ;) Expert ka na ata sa ganyan e. Haha.

Happy Person # 2: Tata Yap

HAHA kinilig tong si Tata e, di ko na sasabihin kung bakit. HAHA (insert disco music) Basta it happened sa third floor of SEC A, where all the magic happens :>

Happy Person # 3: Rian Bautista

ZOMG RIAN! Super bentang bentang BENTA sakin yung ginawa natin kanina. HAHA.

Me: Hindi naman siya suguro titingin sa taas no?
Rian: Oo nga, ang layo e.
Person: TINGIN SA TAAS
Me and Rian: TAGO AND SUPER TAWA.

Love it Rian, LOVE. IT.

Happy Person # 4: Anjo Joaquin

OKAY NA SANA E! Kaso naman, hindi nagsabi beforehand. Di tuloy ako nakadiskarte ng amayos. HAHA NEXT TIME ANJO HA? Next time :> :> :>

Happy Person # 5: Mandee (ohnoes the last name!)

Habang nagdudusa ako sa upuan ko (OHGAAH), I was talking to Mandee about our crazy obsessions. HAHA. Shiiit. But that kept me really sane!

Happy Person # 6: Paolo Abrihan

Dahil... alam mo na yun. HAHAHA. SHH!!!!

Happy Person # 7: NICOLE SEVERINO!

Okay, super nag enjoy kami nito sa mga tactics namin. HAHA. SUPER LOVE THIS DAY WITH NICOLE, AS IN!

Nicole and Reese: Tingin sa likod.
Nicole and Reese: UY PAALIS NA SIYA, DALI!
Nicole and Reese: Walk away quickly, then tawa tawa.

OK kami lang makakagets nito. HAHA.

Happy Person # 8: MJ Gacho

For the PAASA conversation. =)) GRR you always do this to me. HAHA.

OKAY, shempre may sad happenings din.

Sad Happening # 1: Did NOT get to see Shaolin Butiki boy during the "usual" schedule. but I did see him at SEC, with SOME girl. Fcker. Haha but fine, sige na nga, OKAY LANG.

Sad Happening # 2: Beware of the great SNOB! Loser, Sev, pero okay lang, let's give him ONE MORE CHANCE (parang movie lang a. :)))

O ayun lang.

HAHA BASTA. This day.

Okay I must shut up now, I might jinx Mondays na. PAKSHIT.

Neil Gaiman, the man

2007-11-25T16:22:00.000+08:00
HELLO CIVILIZATION.

Since I had to see Neil Gaiman, and I had no driver today, my helper and I embarked on a smoke-filled journey to fashionable Bonifacio High Street in a not-so-fashionable manner.

We had to take a trike first. The smoke from the trike in front of us almost choked us to death, of course, but we made it alive, so I must thank the driver for not killing us some other time. THEN we had to find this bus to take us to "Guadalupe". Grabe, 20 bucks per person, excuse me. Haha. Sobrang hangin pala sa loob ng bus, over, as in literal. Napamura talaga ako. Haha. I'm glad I wasn't wearing earrings, else it would;ve flown out the window and crunched by a Fortuner tire. Or something.

So we went off in "Guadalupe" where it started to freaking rain. I had my "kaka-commute ko lang" hair and a black umbrella, while my helper had the small Powerpuff one. :)) GAH. We had to cross the other side using the overpass, and had to get a jeep there going to The Fort, but alas, my umbrella was overturned and got ruined. I semi-screamed in panic when that happened. Street kids laughed at me endlessly. Tangina yan.

We got in the jeep. The right one, thank God. Since it was raining, there were plastic flaps covering the window that might as well have been opaque since I practically couldn't see anything. As expected, we missed the Serendra stop and had to get off someplace inconveniently far from Fully Booked. So we ran and walked and ran again to the right building. I went inside the bookstore with wet feet and mud splats on my legs. Among the dressed up, heel-clad women of the South, I looked like a homeless with Crocs.

Neil Gaiman still wasn't there. I tried to find a copy of Fragile Things, which I originally intended to buy months before but then I got Bohemian Manifesto instead. But freaking fuck, they didn't have a copy anymore. I should've known every other person inside FB was in search for any Gaiman book in hopes of an autograph signing session. Grr.

Instead, I found a perfectly misplaced Good Omens hardbound copy for only 599. GRR! I grabbed it, of course, immediately, seeing there shouldn't be any copies of that left in the store (except for the reserved ones, I've checked with Customer's Service). Got what was left of my week's savings, whipped out my discount card and barabing-baraboom (?), 539 bucks for that. Goody!

Went at the top floor and saw Noel Juan. He was with Paolo daw. We talked briefly, until I went outside to wait for the Gaiman. Some magician (Eric Mana something. Was it Mana?) was going around doing, well, magic. That's when I saw Paolo Juan somewhere being grabbed by the magician for his trick. I didn't see the trick, of course. There were too many eager people pushing themselves everywhere just to get a view of his trick. So okay.

The magic thing lasted too long and therefore I already considered it as a stalling tactic. Neil Gaiman was late. Grar. They said 3:00. It was almost 4 pm.

But, okay, so he came soon after a weird magic trick involving the Mirrormask book. I thought I've just about had enough of his illusions, but Neil Gaiman came with a cardboard at hand. It was some trick he was involved with and I said, "Oh well, fuck it. It's the Gaiman."

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Some fugly picture of him holding up a card. This is only as far as my zoom power of my sucky Cybershot can take me. I am sorry for the ugliness of the picture. I'd hate it myself, if not only for Neil, whom I can now call by his first name.

He started talking and talking, and I kind of felt bad I couldn't write anything good enough to get me to the VIP seats. My back was aching from all the standing up, and there were some people beside me with annoyingly funny side comments about every single thing. DSLRs were also everywhere, and I felt lonely having left mine in a Canon store somewhere.

I love the guy. He is naturally funny without trying to be one. He brought his son Mike to the stage and told us how he got his idea for "The Day I Swapped My Dad For Two Goldfish" from his son and this argument they got into before.

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Here is another one of them sucky pictures, which wouldn't be so sucky if a DLSR would crawl to me willingly. But alas.

The intermission was OKAY, I guess. It was some drum group which used those gallon water bottles filled with colored liquid for their beats. Some were doing arnis moves in arnis attire (which arnis students in Ateneo wear), and some, I really couldn't tell. But hello, it was too long. I stood there for about 5 inutes, wondering when the intermission is going to be interrupted. And ended, for good.

Gaiman came back, announcing and kissing the winners. I hated the winners, of course, but didn't hate them as much as I would if that was Lemony Snicket up there instead of Gaiman. God, I would kill to see Snicket. And touch him or something. But, I guess he's too good for the Third-World. At least, Gaiman has a heart.

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Gaiman's last picture in my paki-tapon-na-sa-bintana Cybershot

Some asked him questions, by the way. One particularly asked about the Amazon Kindle (which I would like to get for Christmas, already loaded with many ebooks, of course, since I can't purchase within the Third-World boundaries HINTHINT). I think I would really love to have a Kindle. Or at least be Gaiman's daughter. Oh but I absolutely adore my late dad. :D

I hoped I would win at least a signed bookmark in the Fully Booked raffle, but we didn't stay long enough to know if I really did. It's sad because I've never really won anything like that in my whole life. Like, I never get picked for free stuff in school, no matter how measly and pathetic their give-aways were (e.g. milk sachets, cheap bags, imitation Pucca shit, etc.)

So yea. We had to go to Market! Market! (is that how you type it? With double exclamation points? Haha) to buy stuff from National. I'm afraid that if I get caught by our new English teacher without Manila paper, I'd die. Really. The wrath of Bleep. :D

We took a taxi on our way home. Almost went bankrupt. Well, we actually did. We had to get money from the house for the cab fare. I spent everything on books, just because I really can't help myself.

I think I made the right decision to go to Bonifacio, even with all the commuting hassle. I think I made the would've been boring Sunday interesting-ish, to some degree. Even though I really didn't shop for anything other than books, and my umbrella was so unjustly ruined by the wind, I'm happy I braved the storm warnings today.

The intimidating typhoon never really hit us. I am beyond selfish to even say that I'm quite disappointed, because I love heavy rains, even without the suspension of classes. I just think rain washes everything away. It makes me less troubled, but a whole lot wetter at my pants bottoms every time.

I'm trying to write more songs right now. I'm feeling the song-writing vibe, but no new melody has come to me yet. So far, I've got some for the Verse, but not the chorus. UP Music classes started yesterday, by the way. Mr. Fojas gave me Lullaby by Andrew York for guitar, which he claimed was lovelier than Waiting For Dawn, but Waiting will always be my first guitar classical love. That one always, always move me.

So, I think it's high time for me to goes now. Fashion photography talk is still coming up. I still wish I had a decent camera. But I have to wait, which I can do (I think). I've already talked to Tito Dennis Pilapil (our prof. photographer family friend person :) ) and, well, he said he'll be coming over soon to help me. I think it's just really between 40D and 400D. The price difference is some big, but I still am very vury confused. As much as I would just want to buy something and get it over with, I want to choose something that feels right, if you catch my drift.

So yes! Check out my DeviantArt page pala, http://easy-peasy.deviantart.com for updates. Carbon dreams! I think it's something really different from what I usually do.

Also, I learned something this week: You Can't Hurry Love.

Go D.C.!

Cheers.

My Love, Hoshie

2007-11-25T05:34:00.000+08:00
I almost forgot I was in love with Josh Groban before.

And now...

I'M IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN!

Fuck his voice and his sheep-y face.

GRAR!

And my mom had to re-insert our concert DVD of him today. Putangina. HOT.

Plis?

2007-11-24T15:59:00.000+08:00
Can I just say:

I WANT MY OWN JON!!!! Complete with the british accent HA.

Kahit PBB pa to, putangina, jologs na kung jologs, okay?

BASTA.

Dumating ka na naman, plis?

PLEASE?

Okay, yun lang.

Culture Shock + Andy Pandy

2007-11-23T16:17:00.000+08:00
YIKES.

Long day. Such a long, loooong day today. Grar.

My off time was supposedly 11:30 am after the very boring mistake of an Environmental Science class, but noooo, aMp GA had to happen today at 4:30 until 7:00.

If it weren't for friends, nabulok talaga ako sa kakahintay.

Special shout-out to Majoes, who left somewhat early but still, she counts, Gelabeefoe, who stayed with me while I epal-ed during Comm Block A3's InTACT class (boy did we HAVE a LOT of fun insulting youknowwho) and Jechjiff, for staying the longest and buying me a ring for free from the booth. (ASA. Hindi yun totoo.)

So, props to Jech for managing to drag me out of Ateneo and into Cantina. Putek. CULTURE SHOCK? Haha di joke lang. Drew's will forever be the WORST. Super init pa dun, tae. Now serious,y WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?

So anyway, Cantina shit. Jech with the A3 block again. I drank, of course. Water. ICED. Grr. Haha everyone else had Red Horse and they passed one bottle of vodka around. Jech talked about his... bleeps. HAHA and OTHER GROSS STUFF on our way to the overpass. PUTEK kalimutan ba namang babae ako. Yes.

I spotted Paula, Ute and Dom B. at the booth nearest the CR and ditched A3 for a while to have some Holy talk. Tangina yan, Holy talaga e. HAHA. Paula was being the bad girl playing the good girl, if you got that. HAHA. Paula, tsk tsk. I said, JUST SAY NO!
Okay, walang nakagets nun.

aMp GA was okay, I mean there's free food from Banapple and Chippy bags all over the place. Plus, cotton candy that tasted like talcum powder, but props to whoever thought of the idea to have a machine put up there anyway. There are some soloist night issues, and honestly, I don't want to think about it yet. I hope we get to sort it all out, really.

Mom picked me up and we had to pick up my sister from Vista wherever (Real?) near Eveeeeer, because she was at her classmate's housies. Haha at Grade 5, I don't think I remember me skipping from house to house, really. Bad kid, Denice. :)) Naw, just kidding.

UP music classes resume again tomorrow. I am terribly excited for another violin session, and GUITAR! Mr. Fojas is back from his travel thinger, and well, I still have long and unfiled nails that are not in a for-classical-guitar shape-Mr.-Fojas-stlye, and he'll probably kill me tomorrow, but OH WELL. He just came back, I think he can manage to be at least sympathetic.

There's a Ligaya North Sector bazaar thing I think tomorrow? I'm quite excited. I might talk to Tito Dennis about some DLSR issues. My camera, please? GAH.

OKAY MORE RANDOM, NOV 23 THINGS:

1) I struggled to learn the name of the guy MJ supposedly "fancied" during recess by reading his ID (which I was mentally ordering to show it's reverse, picture and information side). HAHA.

2) Essence day today. Let's go, Shitface!

3) I both got really depressed (semi-drunk with SM "tonic" water) and super giddy at the same time. Andy Pandy really made me laugh with the google comment. It's her birthday today, do greet her!

4) Cantina Culture Shock (a fact worht re-mentioning)

5) My sit-in InTACT fun with Gelabee. OOOH YOU BIG FLIRT! =))

6) Shaolin Butiki day today din! Three times, babe.

Yea. That's it.

And since it's my SHS super-duper best friend's birthday TODAY, I'm pasting the end part of my LONG letter to her:

Now we still have our occasional moments. Random sleep overs with Patty over our breaks, or conversations in DeviantArt. Text messages during class hours and phone calls for sudden UST outbursts. Some Fushigi Yugi marathons and One Tree Hill appreciation. I really really love it that we still get to do these things. We still get to find time to bring ourselves back together even though we're far away.

You know that I also want you to be happy. You've been through a lot and I'm sorry for the times I've never been with you, or haven't responded to a text message when the intensity of your emotions were at its peak. I'm sorry I let you down when you don't deserve it. I just want you to follow your heart and just know what's good for you. You always go in that direction.

I have so so so many other things to say, like how I appreciate your spontaneous friend-mode (like when you left that VFD cloth on top of my bag- I have it wherever I go, but I feel like you still have so much to do, so many things to think about, so many text messages and birthday greetings to read and to reply to. I hope this letter, even though by email unlike your handwritten letter I'll FOREVER be keeping, no matter what you say, was something that made you feel better. I hope you never regret anything that has happened in your life right now. I'll never regret what happened to mine. Look where these mistakes have gotten us?

PRIVATE PART

In college, you'll meet many friends. You'll meet Bautos and Mikans and all other UST friends that may be refreshingly different from the plain old Tete from cheap SHS/ blue ADMU. But no matter how many fabulous people you meet, I hope you never forget what we share, 'cause I value it so much, and it's one hell of a friendship we've built through the years. I hope you'll never forget our moments and all the things we've told each other over the phone, in passing, and everything, just absolutely everything in between.

And though I absolutely adore the plastic heart Patty gave me for my birthday, I love you, and no amount of curly beads can ever, ever justify that.

I love you Andy Pandy Alog, beyond sketchiness, beyond words, beyond time. And don't you ever ever ever forget that you deserve so much better, and that we deserve to have each other.

"These are the days of our lives."

And our lives are just beginning.

Teto/Tetorusey/Tete/alter-ego Reese or Best Friend Till The End Of Cheesiness.

Or just Therese.

With love, and all that crap.

P.S. Happy Birthday:D

ANDY PANDY ALOOOG! You are the love. ;)

Some Toxic Drama

2007-11-22T16:07:00.000+08:00

"MALAS MO, IKAW ANG NATIPUHAN KO." - Oo by Up Dharma Down

Natipuhan.
Reminds me of the word matipuno, which is in no way, related to this post.

So drama. Putek.
I just needed a reason to write SOMETHING.

P.S.

I LOVE MY LIMJOCO!
It's her birthday tehmaaaraaaaw. Androy love. I wish you everything in the world. Curliness, and all that shit. I LOVE YOU ANDY PANDY!

High School wouldn't be as miss-able without you.

"These are the days of our lives."

I love you, sketchy witch!

Death number 899

2007-11-21T15:28:00.000+08:00
Death by ESSENCE. For the 899th time.
No 900th.
Ops band name NANAMAN ba yan? Haha. Ok kidding. My chums would get this.

GAH. More people who know about the Essence semi-obsession craziness shit. I look and FEEL pathetic. GAH. Plus I like the shaolin butiki guy. WHY? WHYYYY? I am weird.

School was a so today. Essence makes me happy and sad at the same time. I really don't know why. He's like some eternally thinning piece of wood, really. But gah. The love. Or like.

FAS General Assembly today.
Nicole (Sevypoo) and I felt gullible because we were wearing yellow and hardly anyone was. HAHA we had a laugh inside the bathroom. But she had to leave early. BOO THE WHORE! Only to find out... DI PA PALA. GRSHK.

I think I love the activities lined up for Photography. GAH. I think I'm gonna enjoy it especially 'cause I'm with my Tata Love. (insert disco music here, she knows why HAHA) I'm excited, if not for the fact that I STILL have the Cybershot I SO wanna throw out of the window... Well not really, but still. I'm hating, hating.

Anyhooooos, we made a quick visit to Tita Angie today, and met Ate Maita Ponce briefly. She's so very pretty in person, I already hate her (in a good, inggit-ako way). And she's so talented, it kills me. In a good way, again. We ate some homemade rum cake. Kicked ass, that did.

Went home and posted Photobooth pictures of my Patty/Androy sleepover. Fushigi Yuugi marathons, baybeh. LOVEDIT. Super. Gah. I have nothign to say except that my legs STILL hurt so much from soccer. We're soccer-ing again tomorrow. Well, more like running, and I don't know how to even move properly. THE SHIT. I STRETCHED NAMAN E. Puke. (Yuck that was conyo. I hate myself. Putanginaaaa)

Yea.
This ends the end of this post.

...

WHUUUUUT?

Depressed and Dying

2007-11-20T15:04:00.000+08:00

My legs hurt big time because of soccer. I think i took the "jog with your toes" too seriously. Fuck it. I can't even do the run and turn and turn again properly. Gah, my legs are moving but my upper body gets left behind somewhere in the air. Haha. I suck at this.

I forgot to do my Filipino homework draw a symbol that represents you and explain). We did some impromptu assignments over the 2 and a half hour break. Grah. Our Fil teacher, Sir Tenorio, is super super good. Im so glad we got him plus Sir Diccion last sem. I didn't get bored AT ALL. Some surprising fact, but yes. Interesting teacher. Props to himer.

I need my camera. Putangina. 40D please? PLEASE? I need it now. I need it now, I swear. As in, NOW. . . I don't think I can wait any longer. Putangina I'm suffwering a Cybershot life of 5.1 megapixels. Thank you ha. Punyeta. Pinopost ko pa naman yung ibang shots ko sa DeviantArt. Oh the shame.

Post summary: I need my Canon now. NOW. SABING NOW E.
Seriously.

:((

P.S. I'm depressed. My widgets restarted itself and all my stickies notes are gone. Putek. My daily spontaneity was captured there. I hate it, really. Now I know how Sir Diccion felt when all his files got erased. Zomg. Only, his situation was def, obviously worse.

Gotta go back up my files.

CANON PLEASE?

P.P.S No Essence yet this week. I'm dying. (Not)

Illiteracy and her daughters

2007-11-17T08:13:00.000+08:00
A bunch of spur-of-the-moment/angsty/evul/you're-annoying-me poems fer you guys. I would love to post some more, but maybe next time. HAHA

This first one's addressed to different people (one person per statement- where the quotation marks end)

Things I'll Never Say (a Lavigne rip-off)

"I really hate your user pic."
"I don't like you at all."
"Don't give me all this rubbish, please"
"I hope, somewhere, you fall"

"I care about you, little."
"No, don't care to pretend"
"You're a fugly social climber
And I hate you to no end"

"Quit following me, stalker"
"You'll never measure up"
"How poor and out of place are you
You helpless little schmuck"

"Do wear something (half) decent
We can all see up your butt
Stop strutting like you own the place
Pathetic little slut"

"You're stupid and incompetent
Stop acting like a pro"
"You'll always be the perfect whore
You put the o in Hoe"

"You're misspelling the word you're typing"
"And no one even knows
That you're all a-holes, can't you see
You stupid freaks are foes"

COMMENT: WTF was the ending. I couldn't think of a nicer rhyme! It was supposed to be 'And you don't even know' but, well, foes? know? NAAAH.

This second one's really sketchy. This was written in less than a minute. Haha I was just merely typing stuff up. This was based on a specific summer memory. Untitled, by the way.

Giggling teenagers
Out by the window
Calling out a name
They know all too well
Desperate for something
Other than a face on a folder
We're screaming teenagers
Hormonal outragers

COMMENT: Can be improved. I might edit it someday. HAHA. Or not.

This third one's for freakhead.

You're Freaking A-nnoying

You steal my pencil case and you open it
You take out my pencils and sharpen it
The caps of my ball pens, you're twisting it
And I'm secretly annoyed.

You grab my two bag straps and play with it
You squeal at my polish and worship it
You pull out my wrist and examine it
And I'm secretly annoyed

You get out my *bleep* book and ruin it
You look at my handouts and write on it
By taking my pencil, you're using it
And I'm secretly annoyed

The stitches of my jeans, you finger it
The zippers of your bag, you're unzipping it
But you can't zip up your fly, take a look at it
Cause Im secretly annoyed

I am smiling at you but I'm faking it
I'm making a fist, you're the cause of it
And I'm trying hard not to hit you with it
Cause I'm secretly annoyed

COMMENT: You better not read this. HAHA.

This last one's my favorite. HAHAHAHAHA. I made this up while I was chatting with Majoe. Just four lines. Have fun! Or nooot.

Essential (uh-huh)

If I could cut your face
I'd keep it forever
I'd put it in a bottle
Like a buffalo's liver

COMMENT: THAT'S IT =)) My blockmates will get this. ;)

GAH. I'm such a freak of nature, really.

Mistake number 347

2007-11-16T14:22:00.000+08:00
PUTEK! Finally, WEEKEND!
GAHHHH!
School's been a mild bitch, so I'm glad the week is ovah.

Tae. Yesterday, it was so so cold, and so I wore a jacket, assuming it would be just as, today. BUT NOOOO, I was wrong to assume that. Putek. Big mistake. Wrong move number one. Pawis day, freaks!

I forgot to bring my Rubik's cube for English class (we had to bring something that supposedly represents ourselves, don't ask why it's a Rubik's cube. Haha) and I had to draw one in a one-fourth sheet of paper for class explanation. HAHA. Wrong move number two! But I got complimented for the interesting explanation of the symbol, OHYEA.

I got Jech and Majoy to stay from 11:30 to 4:00 before I went to aMp practice, so I wouldn't be that lonely. And they did. Had a lot of fun talking about, well, xxx stuff (HAHA LET'S GO JECH, GARAGEBAND NA ITO!) and rating shit. Haha. Our topics ranged from stupid to serious to sentimental. HAHA (Can you say, BRONTASAURUS? Gago ka Tiu.) Funny stuff. Pat B, Dom B and their friend gave us some cake for unknown reasons. Haha. We ate it anyway.

Anyway, we were supposed to meet at Xavier Hall at 3:40 pm, BUT NOO! When I went there, Vica and Anjo texted me. Andun na daw sila sa Kublai's amputa. Akala ko pa naman isasabay nila ako papunta dun. OHMYGWAH panic mode. What to do, what to do. Mag trike daw ako. PUTANGINEH, I've never "triked" alone, NOT IN FREAKING SHORTS (why did I choose this day, why?). I was panicking, trying to find someone who'll commute with me. If only I could hitch a ride, it would be all good, but NOO, everyone had to go home early because all classes from 1:30 onwards were freaking cancelled. So putek. I even asked the Waffle Time lady to accompany me in the trike! HAHA she was willing (nice girl) but then ayaw nung putek na driver kasi magkalayo yung Kublai's sa bababaan nung Waffle Time girl. So tenks. Wrong move number three.

Putek talaga, buti nalang nabuhay ako sa trike. HAHA ang OA, pero if Mom knew about this, she's gonna kill me, I swear. Ni hindi ng aako makatawid ng overpass ng hindi tumatawag sa kanya para magpaalam. Gwah. But I made it to Kublai's alive! Yay to me!!!!

Okay.

When I got there, Vica, Anton and Anjo were already there. Late schmate. We practiced for two hours. When we were leaving, the guy let us hear the shit we made. He recorded the session pala, amputa. I can't hear my voice that well over the instruments. Nobody told me my voice was a fuck when recorded. HAHA putek. Putek talaga. Wrong move number four, nakakarami na ko!

I got picked up at Starbucks. I was alone of course. If only (blankblank, or blank) was there. HAHA ULUL. Asa.

Fun day today. It is the love. MMHMM! Essence all the way, baybeeeeeh. ;)

P.S. I doubt if anybody understood this post. GRAR.

Thirty Secrets, and then some

2007-11-13T14:28:00.000+08:00
From Sharie Maneigo.

30 secrets About Yourself. Be honest. No matter what.

[One] Who was your last text from?
.+ Mom. Gee, do I have a very active social life! HAHA! Putek.

[Two ] Where was your default picture
taken?
.+ Ateneo by Tata Young!

[ Three ] What's your middle name?
.+ Esteban.

[ Four ] Your current status?
.+ In YM? ULUL ang corny. Well, I'm single and ready to fucking mingle. Or not.

[Five ] What is your current mood?
.+ Obsessed. HAHA SO NOT. Or yes-ish.

[ Six ] How old are you?
.+ Sevunteen.

[Seven ] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?
.+ I would want to but can't. And anyhoo, my life's supposed to be like this, so I won't.

[ Eight ] What's your favorite
color/s?
.+ OMG, parang lahat na ata. Haha. I wear so many colors. But I guess... white? Brown? Volkswagen Yellow?

[ Nine ] Ever had a near death experience?
.+ Yea, car accident. Dad died there. BOO!!!!

[ Ten ] Something you do a lot?
.+ I stalk. HAHA YUCK parang panakot. Well I talk a lot. A lot. A LOT. A LOTLOTLOT.

[ Eleven ] Who can you tell ANYTHING to?
. + Taeya, Ayi, Andy Pandy (Alog)

[ Twelve ] Name someone with the same birthday as you.
.+ Bea Bene! JOHN MAYEEEER! (ohyeahotttt)

[ Thirteen ] If you could have one super power what would it be?
.+ Special attracting powers. HAHAHAHA. Not.

[ Fourteen ] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
.+ Wala, face lang. I don't single out a part of his face, like eyes or whatever. Basta if you look good, you look good. Yuck how shallow and superficial. But yea, we all are.

[Fiftee n ] Favorite season?
.+ Rainy, baby. We don't really have autumn, so...

[ Sixteen ] Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
.+ CHYEAH all the time.

[ Seventeen ] What are you eating or drinking at the moment?
.+ Alcohol, duh. NOT. Haha just water. (UY MJ! HAHA)

[ Eighteen ] Do you speak any other language?.

+ English/Tagalog/Swahili. Don't believe the last one. Haha.

[ Twenty ] Do you have any tattoos?
.+ Henna. HAHAHAHA. Once upon a time.

[ Twenty-one ] Who was the last person you hung out with?
.+ Sevy and Paolo

[ Twenty-two ] What are you thinking about right now?
.+ Mayer's song Belief. I'm singing it in my head, not really thinking about it. Haha.

[ Twenty-three ] What should you be doing?
.+ Stealing Essence/Talking to Future Best Friend.

[ Twenty-four ] Who was the last person that made you upset?
.+ Essence. He was wearing the same footwear AGAIN. =)) Kidding.

[ Twenty-five ] What are you listening to?
.+ My sister cutting some colored paper for her CL class.

[ Twenty-six ] Do you like working in the yard?
.+ I don't work. HAHA KIDDING.

[ Twenty-seven ] Who is with you?
.+ Sissypooo.

[ Twenty-eight ] Do you act different around the person you like?
.+ I tend to be extra crazy. As in, EXTRA. EXTRAEXTRAEXTRA. And I freak out a lot.

[ Twenty-nine ] What is your natural hair color?
.+ My hair is a brownish-blackish tangled mess.

[ Thirty ] Last time you were really happy?
.+ October 29. DISNEY TIME! I cried when I re-saw the fireworks again. Haha I just love DIsney. Haaay.

As Bea would say, MY LIFE IS A LIE! No wait, I don't have a life.

OBVIOUSLY.

SCHOOL STUFF:

Our Math teacher was young enough to be a second year, over-eager AMS person. It's Sir Bugarin by the way. No hot people there. But lots of new classmates.

Roddicks (sp) has let me down. I was expecting to get their Tapa after Math but when I went down, they were already cleaning up. Fruck. So I ate Nova instead while I talked to Sev and Paolo the McPervy. HAHA. Oh, and our Fil teacher is just like Sir Diccion. But I will still so miss our old Fil teacher. AND SIR TAN GANA! Please come baaaaack and teach us Botany again! GAH. AMP GA tomorrow.

OhGod. My Math schedule putanginang sucks. IT SUCKS. A 4:30 dismissal is really NOT funny. Really not.

I wish I don't suck at PE. I can tell our teacher's really nice. MJ has varsity issues, but tis okay me loff! No need to be sad, you'll rock the soccer field- or gym floor. Right? Right! We'll spot the hot people. Unless they hide from us. Or me. Shit ang labo ko na. Haha.

It's been a long day today. Both figuratively and literally.
YES.

I May Come Off As Strange, But...

2007-11-12T15:24:00.000+08:00
I made this shitty thingo while my sister disturbed me from my internet time and did her research. Why can't she use her own, you ask? Her computer sucks is why. And mine is the love. Yes. This wasn't really thought of. There wasn't any decent rhymes here so don't bother looking for any.

BTW, I've updated my deviantart loads! http://easy-peasy.deviantart.com

So hoes, here you go:

I May Come Off As Strange, But...

So
I'm sucking on my Pina Colada flavored pill
As I write this pathetic excuse
To write about you
You see,
I told you
I'm just a random girl
Who wants to make you hurl
Please twirl me around the dancefloor
And say that I'm enough
But
I'm sanely deranged
Imperfectly strange
But you're my favorite guy
And
I just can't help helping myself
Everytime

THE ENDDDDDUH.

P.S. First day of the second sem. I remembered to bring my ID. Our English teacher (the one who replaced the missed Kokoy) doesn't seem to be Miss Congeniality to me, to tell you the truth. I just hope I'm wrong. And, we're doing TATARIN of Nick Joaquin (we're acting it out, the shit) in Lit! It's, I think, sexy-ish. No way in hell I'm going to be part of those scenes. Haha. NARRATOR AKO, reserved. ;) In ES, can I just say there was zero hot people except for the E2 Block. HAHA ok and all those other people I do know from ES, but yea, no hot people so BOO BOO BOO. I say bye to distraction once and for all.

LOFF AND DEPRESSION,

Reeseypooo

So Freakin' Right

2007-11-09T16:25:00.000+08:00
I got this from Jescialoff. ZOMG so right! Yay for Information Design! Yay for Humanities!
Loff all around ;)

What Ateneo de Manila University "school" fits you best?
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You scored as School of Humanities
you are fit for SOH, people see you as an airhead, but the thing is they are just envious because you really look hot. you put beauty and happiness to the world. you follow your passions wherever it leads you. you are indeed a happy person.

School of Humanities

86%
School of Social Sciences

71%
School of Management

71%
School of Science and Engineering

43%

Kyu-Pee-Ay

2007-11-07T13:26:00.000+08:00
Am I the ONLY one whoi's not at all proud of my QPI? Really I mean everyone seems to b e posting their grades and cartwheeling about their satisfactory QPIs and I, well, I almost threw away my card. Fcuk English and Lit. Is it my fault that the papers you've assigned me to write didn't catch my interest? Is it MY fault?

Of course, I got a low QPI of GRSHKZMMTKKZ. Yeah, that's what I got. I'm not even posting ABOUT my frustration of not becoming a Dean's Lister or whatever by some measly points because I'd be dreaming if I did.

Kyu-pi-ay.

Ateneans are way smarter than I thought.
Looks like I need to go to AMA now.
Or somewhere.

History

2007-11-06T13:48:00.000+08:00
An original song that I'll probably, eventually, hate because of the crap lyrics and the wtfisthatchordy melody. Yea. So I'm posting it before I actually do hate it for good. The recording is up on my playlist, if you care. OHGOD please don't ask me the story behind this. I shall never ever tell. FUGGERS!

HISTORY

Verse 1:

I said
I don't wanna talk about it
Can't be reminded
It's not my fault you've been mislead
By the words I must've said
Before I got ahead
Just wanna get you out of my head

CHORUS:

And I
Just want to shut you down
But you keep coming 'round
I'm sorry to be taking back what you have found

'Cause I
Can't have it fast or slow
Just want to let you know
That I've spent the last days thinking
How to let you go, go, go

Verse 2

You know
I never liked commitment
I haven't promised you a single thing
But this prospect that you bring
Has left me out there wondering
('Cause) I never meant to let you in

CHORUS

Bridge:

I cannot remember
I can't
What happened that November?
We let it all fade to black
We know
There'll be
No looking back
No

CHORUS

Final Verse:

I said
I don't want to talk about it
Can't find myself to admit that
You're part of this catastrophe
You're taking part in history
And you'll always be my misery
So just forget about me

My Jologs Statement

2007-11-05T09:17:00.000+08:00
MY JOLOGS STATEMENT:

OHYEAH. LET'S GO MJ!!!!!!!!

My Jologs Statement

2007-11-05T09:16:00.000+08:00
MY JOLOGS STATEMENT:

OHYEAH. LET'S GO MJ!!!!!!!!

Tick Off

2007-11-05T08:26:00.000+08:00
AN UPDATE ON:
MY SUPER FABULOUS, FIRST-TIME-NA-MAHABA-ANG-SEMBREAK-KO TO DO LIST:

I've ticked off the stuff I've done.

Watch:
~~Gossip Girl~~
The Simpsons Season 3 to Infinitay
~~Kid Nation (sorry, but I LIKE it)~~
YouTube (more and moooore)
EDIT EDIT- I've watched Arrested Development instead. :)) MARATHON!

Read:
~~Prep~~
Adrian Mole (3 books)
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
The Truth About Diamonds (sorry, I'm such a, GAH)

Write:
THE *Ladidahcensorshipladidah*Chronicles (Blehblahboooo. Nobody knows this except Meghan Schmeghan, me cousin of loff.)
The super duper extra special schmecial letter to... *bleepdadeepcensorshipdadeep*
~~More Quirky Quotes.~~
More emo slash spontaneous slash whetthefeeeeerck stuff.
More poems.- JUST A FEW
~~More songs. (YEHEEES. [right.])~~
More stories.
More dreams.
~~More insults.~~
More ABC's. (Only I know about this ;) )

Start:
Losing FREAKING leg weight. Or weight in general.- DEF NOT.
~~Laughing at yearbook write-ups.~~
Posting more Multiply albums.- JUST ONE.
Completing iTunes Album Art.
Finding a TREASURE for Bearoooose.

Go:
~~To Nicoley Pigeonholey's Orangey debut bash.~~
~~To Bea Bene's Heaven and Hell debut.~~
~~Bonifacio High- MUST MUST MUST.~~
~~HongKongeeeers.~~

Have:
~~MY FREAKING 17th BIRTHDAY (On the 16th of October, SO GREET ME because I know you care.)~~
~~My SUPER KADUPER Andrea-and-Patty ONLY sleepovah! (EHMAGAAAAAH I am so excited)~~
Jam time with Majoe, Gelabeefoe, Nicoley, and, sige na nga, Jecho. =))
Swimming Wimming with Majoe, Gelabeefoe, Bene, and whoeveeer!
Hot-tubbing with me sistah and mumsy.
More books.
~~More cash.~~
More books.
Kirk Long??? =)) (I loff you, chocoholics!)
~~More loooove.~~
More LUURVE.

Drink:
MORE WATER. (No seriously.)

Be:
~~Old.~~
Bold.
~~Bitchy.~~
Fabulous.

SO YES. Watch me tick these ALL off.

Cheers, loveys.

Twisted and Devious,

Therese

Flattery

2007-11-04T17:06:00.000+08:00
GUADA TAGGED ME! YEHEEAAAY! I don't know why I'm happy, but, something to dooo!!! Okay so let's DO THIS!

1. the person(s) who tagged you is ...
Guada Tagalog!

2.(your relationship with him/her is ...)
My English Blockmate (Kokoy power, in a lot of ways), my blockmate Nicole's best friend, noy my new friend! Yeehee!

3.(your 5 impressions of him/her ..)
1. Gagagaling mag guitar!!!!! GEHMAHGAH.
2. Madali kong makakasundo (true enough, yeehee)
3. Ayos kausap
4. Mahilig mag all-caps in YM like me. (YES)
5. MaBOYS! (Yes, Guada)

4.(the most memorable thing he/she had done for you)
Nung nag confe kami nila Sev at naiwan namin siya mag-isa (kumain kaming dalaw ni Sev) at gumawa siya ng poem and nag monologue sa confe. (WELCOME TO GUADA'S CONFE!)

5. (the most memorable words he/she had said to you)
IN A LOT OF WAYS, the juxtaposition of... and so on :))

6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will)
HAHA. Lesbo-han ba ito?

7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)
TEKA we're not lesbos =))

8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will...)
We shall not be! Diba? :))

9.(if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be ...)
Inagaw niya si Essence. JOKE LANG =))

10.(the thing you want to do for him/her now is ...)
Get her a real boy. NOW.

11.(your overall impression of him/her is ...)
Gotta get closer to Guada!

12.(how you think people around you feel about you)
Loud, evil, gago, basher, immature.

13.(the character you love of yourself is ...
Hindi ba dapat "about"? Anyway, uh, I guess I'm, SUPERKADUPERFUNFREAKINGTASTIC! And I lied.

14.(on the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are ...)
I AM immature and irresponsible and mapanlait and too noisy that it annoys other people. BUT DEAL WITH IT! Haha Kidding.

15. (the most ideal person you want to be is ...)
Kuya Jes! A girl version of Him. :))

16.(for people that care and like you, say something to them ..)
I know you love me. GAGO joke lang. Don't stop the love. NOT! Ano ba to.

17.(Tag 10 peeps!)
PEEPS amputa. Sparky, is that you?

1. Majoe - my kanto girl
2. Jecho - Math God (NOT)
3. Bea Bene - my Essence substitute (haha)
4. Gelabeefoe - fo shizzle ma nizzle
5. Kar -my gossip girl mate
6. Cha - my- NOTHING. HAHA kiddaayng.
7. Andy Limjoco - my SHS bestest friend!
8. Jakers - the porn poser blockmate
9. My Sistah Denice - my sissy!
10. Elena - my fellow long "fantasizer"

(who is no.6 having a relationship with?)
=)) BASKETBALL PLAYERS. Lots of them.

(Is no.9 a male or female?)
Shemale. Kidding!

(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?)
No because that will be very TATU-ish.

(How about no.8 and 5?)
=)) Can beee!

(What is no.2 studying about?)
OMG PERFECT! Math duuurr.

(When did you last have a chat with no.3?)
Last week me thinks?

(What kind of music band does no.8 like?)
I don't know? My music? NOT! HAHA. Emo stuff I guess because Jake is so EMO! Cut yourself.

(Does no.1 have any siblings?)
Yeff.

(Will you woo no.3?)
HAHA no tenks. ANG DAMI NIYANG BOYS SOBRA.

(How about no.7?)
She's mah homie!

(Is no.4 single?)
I guess? Haha. She better be!

(What's the surname of no.5?)
Abola!

(What's the hobby of no.4?)
Being SABAW.

(Talk something casually about no.1)
Yo Majoe, Essence is coming down with the Water. YES OR NO? Di niyo gets no? HAH.

(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?)
SHEMPRE! GO JAKE! =)) Not! Don't flatter yourself, porn boy! =))

(Where does no.9 live at?)
Meh home, too!

(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?)
SECRET! No, they don't know each other naman ata.

(Is no.6 the sexiest person in the world?)
YEAH SHE IS. Alright, pay me now, Cha!

HAHA DONE! YES YES YES!

YUNG MGA TINAG KO. Putek, Answer.

Copycats

2007-11-03T18:12:00.000+08:00

If there's one thing I hate, it's copycats who can't think of their own brilliant ideas and just have to show off and flaunt your own as their own to the world. They're all bitches and bastards and they deserve to drown in their own world of un-imaginativeness.
Basically, they suck.
They FUCKING SUCK.

GET YOUR OWN IDEAS, LOSERS! Stop being such incompetent assholes.
And if you can't afford your own ideas because you all are poor and cheaply unoriginal, then go fuck off and stop existing. You cannot possibly contribute to the greater good of this world. Thank you very much.

Note: For all those whom I might've copied off before, then this applies to me too.

Shitheads.

Breakdown

2007-10-31T13:36:00.000+08:00
I can see them through the big glass window in our library. The kids wearing black, or at least, shades of it- wearing purchased costumes or badly inprovised ones by their equally eager beaver parents- wearing thick white powder, or blood red lipstick on their faces. They're all trick or treaters with a variety of bags to place their candies in.

And this year, I'm not one of them.

Putangineh bigyan niyo nga ako ng costume. GUSTO KO TALAGA PUTEK.

Globetrekker (NOT)

2007-10-27T10:29:00.000+08:00

GUH.

I'm in Hong Kong Schmong Kong right now. My mom brought us to this trade fair thingo, which turned out to be SO SO SO fun. We got a lot of free stuff haha! Plus Im with my cousin. And there's free internet! So now I'm typing this. Hah. Yea.

OMGEH Bene's debut last night was so frekken fen. Okay, details some other day, pictures, I have yet to steal. I have to goooo schmoooo though! My feet freakin hurts. I think my legs are gonna fall out any minute now. PROSTHETICS NOW! Not.

NEWSFLASH: I already know how to solve the Rubik's Cube. Funfreakingtastic. Loveitloveitloveit. BOOYEA!

Okay so that's it. A worthless post to annoy you.

Bye loves.

So not me

2007-10-26T20:31:00.000+08:00
OMG why am I doing this? I am officially turning into a haliparot malandi slut whore bitch, yes? Gah. This is so NOT me. I should be tibo tibo, right? But heck, it's what you call "getting the message across" (wink wink with much sarcasm).

Yes.
Please don't question me for answering this. Or condemn me. Or anything like that.

Do I want "my" guy (OMG that sounds so sluty and possessive) to be...

1. Suplado: YES! But only at first, because I like stuff like that. Then he should be surprisingly sweet in a non-awkward way. Yes.

2. Mr. Shades: No please. Repapeep? No tenkkks.

3. Bad boy: GUH. I repeat, NO.

4. Masculado: Err, doesn't really matter (GAYOT! Not)

5. Guys who give flowers: ChocolateSSSS nalang, puhless.

6. Smiling face: Sureness.

7. Hiphop: OMG PLEASE BANISH THEM FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.

8. Guys who ask permission before courting: A must, but I'm not up for courting yet, no no no.

9. Has earring/s: GRAR. Stud's the limit.

10. Used to chew bubblegum: Uh, I guess? As long as he doesn't do it in a gross way.

11. Long-hair: I'd rather not let him have that.

12. Bald: Uh, not a fan.

13. Antipatiko: PWEDE! Again, at first. He should ALWAYS redeem himself to me.

14. Torpe: Yeah, sure. Just not over. I hate rushers.

15. Computer-games addict: NO NO NO NO NO. OMG NO TALAGA. Lalo na online gaming. DIE YOU FOOLS, DIE!!!!!
Well, unless Sims yung game. =))

16. Basketball player: GEH. UUUY sino kaya yung basketball player :> Inside joke, people.

17. Mr. Count-my-ex's-till-you-drop: No. What a fool.

18. Mestizo: Yuppo!

19. Guys who sing well: YES YES YES PLEASE!

20. Quiet/tame: Uh, not a fan. HELLO sinong kakausapin ko?

21. Cumlaude: GAH! Marreh meh. JOKE.

22. Formal: Ooh, chah-ming, me ladies.

23. Friendly: D-OH.

24. Mr. I have an opinion about anything: Uh, just don't be annoying.

25. Motorcycle guy: NO. Poor ba siya, walang car? =)) Joke, sorry.

26. Rocker: Uh, wag sobra please. Ang turn-off minsan e.

27. Skate boarder: Wag lang in a squatter way :))

28. Alaskador (prankster): Ish.

29. Flirt: One word: DIE.

30. Mr. Campus Crush: GAH!

31. Bigotilyo: Two words: DIE AGAIN. Especially if yung baby whatever, yung subtle bigotes. OMG PLEASE KILL ME.

32. Painter: GAH!!!

33. Galante: All boys should be THIS.

34. Poet: Oh please.

35. Maporma: Sure.

36. Talks Too Much: He shouldn't talk as much as I do.

37. Soccer Hottie: ALL SOCCER PLAYERS ARE HOT. In my opinion, okay, wag na kumontra.

38. Anti-Christ: NEVER IN MY LIFE.

39. Mama's Boy: Yes! Sensitive boooy!

40. Hangs Out With His Friends A Lot: Wag kang uminom, please. Contain youself! Alcohol is BAD! =))

41. Mysterious Guy: Spontaneous guy.

42. Cute Idiot: Not an idiot-idiot, please. Haha.

43. Guitarist: Ayos lang? Pero mas cool kapag brass instrumentalist! Just not a trombone.

44. Wide Vocabulary Guy: Yuppo. Just don't be a know-it-all, putengineh.

45. Loves you: DUH. Will you ever be with a guy who doesn't? If yes, then that's a mistake, mateys.

YEA.
My ego has just self-destructed.

Doom and Delight

2007-10-25T17:11:00.000+08:00

So my class schedule sort of sucks but not really, but I still got the subjects I wanted so I guess that's fine. But the process, oh my God, the process of the enlistment was grueling beyond belief. As my previous blog entry (if you do read my entries) might have informed you, my DSL was and used to be (glad THAT'S over) busted for five days. And surprise surprise, enlistment time came and they still haven't fixed it. So what I do is, I rush to this internet shop (thank God they've opened one just one block away) and I enlist there. But gah, it was so full of online gamers which I feel strongly but unexpicably negative about (sorry people, nothing personal, it's just...yeah. I can't explain it.) so I go and enlist. And curse when the incredibly sluggish loading annoyed me. But, I still got the ones I wanted so here:

For PE, I'm Section M for SOCCER, baybeh. 10:00 to 11:00, T-TH
So yea, I don't know a thing about soccer, so sue me.

For Nat Sci, I got ES 10 Section E! Same sched as last sem, 10:30 to 11:30 M-W-F and for lab, well, nobody really cares about lab anyway.

The only sucky thing is that my math, instead of last sem's 12:00 to 1:30, gets moved to... dumdumdum! 3:00 to 4:30. I MEAN, COME ON. Math sucks enough already. The schedule need not follow its example. So after Fil, I'll be rushing back to SEC for math. But the good thing is, Majoe and I are together! Last sem we weren't, so guuuh. I don't know who else got the same math section from our block, but I'm pretty sure amost all (if not all) Math 12s are together. Or not.

So that's it. No more interesting stories after that. I just felt like I had to post that. It's Bea Bene's debut tehmerrew. OMG which reminds me of something that I shall not tell you :)) ANYWAY.

Nicole's debut was a buh-last. My pictures are all CRAP-O so I'm still thinking if I should upload them.

Much love. Or not.

Internet Schminternet

2007-10-25T12:05:00.000+08:00
I've written this while I was deprived of civilization. Postiiing!

My DSL has been down for five days, it's the second week of sembreak and I'm sitting in front of my computer right now, typing at TextEdit (for I can't even read the Yahoo Entertainment articles for today), wondering how the fcuk am I going to survive this predicament.

When I have time offs from school, it only means one thing: INTERNET TIME.
Sure, there are books to read and DVDs to watch, clothes to pack and luggage dust to, well, unpack, but the internet is really the sole source of ultimate satisfaction that can provide you with all of these. There are ebooks that you can purchase (or download illegally, if you're too cheap to pay like, 10 bucks for a stupid, typed manuscript), there's YouTube, God's gift to mankind, and all other movie links out there so you can watch X rated films at the comfort of your own cushioned computer chair, and, believe it or not, websites that offer packing services for your vacation trips, if you're too rich and too lazy to do your own packing.

Indeed, the internet is the way, the truth and the life. No, I am not condemning Jesus in any way, for I love him, and I'm sure he's so much better than the internet, which is already one of the best things in the world, at least for me. But yes, the internet is just one of those things I can't manage to be without. I read gossip through internet, I download illegal shit through internet, I amuse myself by watching other people's idocies through the internet, and well, that's what pleases me. I guess it is true, the saying: God giveth, God takes away. Or taketh. I don't really know, and frankly, I don't really care.

In the meantime, with the absence of loverly internet, I feel very disappointed. I mean, come on, it's sembreak, and sembreak is good, no matter how bored you seem to be. Sembreak means "away from school and anything related to it" and it calls for doing stuff that is productive, worthwhile and, well, worthwhile, and barabing-barabung, I'm not doing anything. I obviously try to preoccupy myself, as if to convince my subconscious that I don't really need internet to find something advantageous to do. So I arrange my files, create unnecessary folders, watch a few DVDs, catch up with my discontinuous Fushigi Yuugi marathon, stare at my books, pick up something to read, bring it back on the shelf, rearrange my files, stare at my dresser, mentally think of what to pack for vacation, reject the idea of packing anytime soon altogether, re-rearrange my files and maybe type up something in TextEdit like this measly and pathetic blog entry only because the internet has been fcuking down for five fcuking days.

This is making me crazy and those PLDT guys better call me NOW with the godly news because I already feel cheap.

No seriously.

Not Enough: A Poem

2007-10-21T08:43:00.000+08:00

Maybe, to write about you is not enough.
How else could I write about you
Without missing anything at all?
How else can I describe all the things that I know
With mere words that are forgotten once they fade away
Perhaps, writing is not enough.
And to write about you is not enough
But I know you're enough.
Only we know that we aren't.

ZOMG. Haha. I've written this before before before. Just posting it now now now. Gah, I know there's nothing poetic about it at all, but there you go. I just typed as I was thinking the ideas up in my head, so there was really no editing. Raw ideas, people.

bloggerdom

2007-10-19T06:37:00.000+08:00
Hey hey schmay today. (?)

Okay, I've just cross-posted all my BLOGGER stuff (from http://reesevstheworld.blogspot.com) to HERE, my Multeefleey site, so you can, well, I don't know, read them or something?

Or not.
I'm not really asking you to, since there's quite A LOT of stuff, and I'm terribly sorry for flooding your Multiply page with my updates AGAIN.

Gotta love it, still.

Read them, if you like, and make me happy.
They're all crazy shit anyway, so you probably won't be bored.

Loff all around!

Cheers.

Devious and Twisted,

Therese

GAH!

2007-10-11T23:01:00.000+08:00
MY SUPER FABULOUS, FIRST-TIME-NA-MAHABA-ANG-SEMBREAK-KO TO DO LIST:

Watch:
Gossip Girl
The Simpsons Season 3 to Infinitay
Kid Nation (sorry, but I LIKE it)
YouTube (more and moooore)

Read:
Prep
Adrian Mole (3 books)
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
The Truth About Diamonds (sorry, I'm such a, GAH)

Write:
THE *Ladidahcensorshipladidah*Chronicles (Blehblahboooo. Bobody knows this except Meghan Schmeghan, me cousin of loff.)
The super duper extra special schmecial letter to... *bleepdadeepcensorshipdadeep*
More Quirky Quotes.
More emo slash spontaneous slash whetthefeeeeerck stuff.
More poems.
More songs. (YEHEEES. [right.])
More stories.
More dreams.
More insults.
More ABC's. (Only I know about this ;) )

Start:
Losing FREAKING leg weight. Or weight in general.
Laughing at yearbook write-ups.
Posting more Multiply albums.
Completing iTunes Album Art.
Finding a TREASURE for Bearoooose.

Go:
To Nicoley Pigeonholey's Orangey debut bash.
To Bea Bene's Heaven and Hell debut.
Bonifacio High- MUST MUST MUST.
HongKongeeeers.

Have:
MY FREAKING 17th BIRTHDAY (On the 16th of October, SO GREET ME because I know you care.)
My SUPER KADUPER Andrea-and-Patty ONLY sleepovah! (EHMAGAAAAAH I am so excited)
Jam time with Majoe, Gelabeefoe, Nicoley, and, sige na nga, Jecho. =))
Swimming Wimming with Majoe, Gelabeefoe, Bene, and whoeveeer!
Hot-tubbingi with me sistah and mumsy.
More books.
More cash.
More books.
Kirk Long??? =)) (I loff you, chocoholics!)
More loooove.
More LUURVE.

Drink:
MORE WATER. (No seriously.)

Be:
Old.
Bold.
Bitchy.
Fabulous.

SO YES. Watch me tick these ALL off.

Cheers, loveys.

Twisted and Devious,

Therese

homay

2007-10-04T17:45:00.001+08:00
PUTANGINEH TALO ANG UE?

Puta.

Kung ako yung coach nila, magbibigti ako.

Garr La Salle.

...

...

...

Hindi ako natutuwa.

(Sorry DLSU people! :D As Kokoy said, we're genetically programmed to hate your wins. NOTHING PERSONAL, it's just basketball bitterness, seriously.)

Congrats nalang?

footengineh

2007-10-04T17:44:00.000+08:00
Footangineeeh.

Tomorrow is free cut day, so I'm not going to school! *rejoices*
Victory dance.

BUT BUT BUT!

THINGS TO DO/FINISH (I doubt) FOR TOMORROW:

- Start on the freaking ENGLISH PAPER due on Friday
- Study for MATH 'cause I'm zis close to failing
- Get The Woman Who Had Two Navels freaking OVER AND DONE WITH, please?
- Read shitty yearbook write-ups in Profile '07 (leisure time!)
- Think of things to do for glorious SEMBREAK!

GYAAAAH.

I cannot wait 'till it's all (temporarily) over.
GRAH.

P.S. JECH IS THE ENEMY OF TODAY. He is evil, sneaky, and evil.
But he taught us math, so I'm supposed to forgive him. BUT NO!

Mj, right? Do we fergive Jech?
CBF?

GRSHK.

;)

[EDIT] : To add to To-Do's. MEMORIZE THE FREAKING VIOLIN PIECE FOR THE ASSESMENT ON SATURDAY! Putengineeeh. I don't know A THING, kahit bowing di ko memorize. Putnaaam. Grshkkk.

- Get Romulus da Grayt tickets and companion. PUTEK mag-isa lang akong manonood.

yearbook schmearbook

2007-10-04T17:43:00.000+08:00
PROFILE '07

CAN I JUST SAY?

- I look fugly in my graduation picture. I mean, seriously fugly.

- I am very very partial to the yearbook layout (good job with the intro and ending parts!) HOWEVAH, the paper quality kills me. Seriously. But, tis okay!

- It is only now that I've realized, I should've submitted the OTHER creative shot in the yearbook (the mistake one). HAHA, but still, 'tis okay.

- I noticed there weren't any individual achievements beside the write-up or below the name. I guess the profile staff decided that Kim Garcia had WAY too many awards to be printed out. Not only does it take more than half the length of her write-up, but people might start feeling a wee bit insecure. Plus, parents might go complaining and condemning their children.

- GRR, I wish the class intros were colored too. Lalo na yung Rainbow High thing of Pananagutan. Shizzaaaaym. Grshk.

AND...

There's a typo in my write-up. FYI, I will put a STOP to the uniformity and dullness of this same-same world, not put a SPOT, thankyouverymuch.

SO YES. That's it. HAHA.

P.S. Check out the newly put up Musical Madness thing on the homepage. I've uploaded a music clip there, and I will be uploading more self-recordings, if my ego calls for it. LOVEYOUS!

belief

2007-10-04T17:41:00.000+08:00
A weird poem. the idea just came to me while watching TV, and I tried writing. The rhyming is shit, but, there. Haha. I hope somebody does get it. It's kind of ambiguous :D Enjoy!

Belief

A boy I loved once told me
That he can see a flag up there
Stuck on the moon made of green cheese
Under the night sky that we share

With the scent of the grass, he told me
"I see the stripes among the stars"
And I searched the moon in vain
But all I could see were crater scars

I asked him "Where?", and he pointed up
To the heavens, as we lay
But I couldn't see a flag because
The moon was as clear as day

So I cried through the night as he held my hand
He whispered, "It's okay"
"Just close your eyes and believe in me
For you're wIth me today"

"And if you see naught but the moon
This is my solemn oath
Stop your tears, I see the flag
I'll remember it for us both"

And I believed him, yes, I believed him
I closed my eyes, and then I knew
That one last look, it told me
That what he said was true

For there was one single speck of red
Among the universe of blue
One single speck of truth
Among the universe of blue

high school boosical

2007-09-09T00:23:00.000+08:00
Maybe I'm just running out of reasons to blog, and I just had to hang on to this stupid idea of an entry that is neither relevant nor very h elpful, but, well, here it is.

Okay, so tomorrow is the big day.

Please don't tell me you haven't noticed- Disney channel has a godforsaken countdown on top of their tv screen.

I can almost smell High School Musical 2.

So kids are excited, moms are annoyed, and dads- well, I bet they're probably indifferent about all the Wild Cats drama. Children, they've already bought the early released album and have painstakingly memorized all the lyrics stapled together with the cover CD, just to impress their friends of their immediate knowledge of the words when HSM 2 officially airs out in Disney.

I've watched it. You've probably watched it. The DVD sellers in front of Mercury Drug has already watched it, and for the small number of people who haven't downloaded it off the Internet yet, don't worry. I'm going to give out minimum spoilers for you- not that you care anyway.

Rant # 1:

I can never understand if Zac Efron is really hot or not.
Dancing AND singing at the same time- hot. Having another guy sing other parts for him- NOT! If he can't sing as well as everyone claims he can, he should not get some other guy do the job for him. And he even takes credit for it! Tsktsk. And Efron has to get all the girls while Seely (Efron's sometime-singing voice) gets to sulk at one corner, listening to the HSM cd for the 187th time, trying to recognize his voice mixed with Efron's over the loop of Breaking Free.

Rant # 2:

I realized that guys who play the outcast role almost always end up attracting me.
Ryan, I never really took notice of in the first movie. I obviously overlooked his lime green hat in "What I've Been Looking For", which seemed to be exuding with gayness before, but now I find as charming as ever. I don't know about you, but there's just something about the "being-ignored-by-my-sister-over-some-boy" situation that I find, oddly enough, very appealing.

Rant # 3 :

Just when I thought Vanessa Ann Hudgens couldn't look even more pathetic in her Breaking Free panic attack in HSM 1, she stars in the second installment- with freaking short hair. NO, I do not approve of it, and YES, I know that nobody cares anyway. That, and all the 'naughty Hudgens' scandal will definitely NOT take her to the big screen anytime soon.

Rant # 4:

Ashley Tisdale has just gotten prettier.
Though her voice is, well, less screechy and mousy this time, her solo song didn't improve in any way. Fabulous is just an annoying track that is bound to get stuck in your head, unfortunately enough. Well, at least she's managed to look fabulous, unlike some people I know.

Rant # 5:

Why o why did they EVER think of including MARTHA?
I know you know her. She's that large, dancing girl in "Stick To The Status Quo". Don't get me wrong. I definitely have nothing against fat people- (and I think I'm becoming one of them as well, but that's beside the point) Her presence, I just find really annoying.
And she HAD to dance with Ryan just when I have developed this new-found attraction for him. Of course, it's nothing serious, but still. She's there, and that's it. It's annoying me.

Rant # 6:

Kelsi sang.
No seriously.
Kelsi FREAKING sang.
It wasn't funny even. I think, I didn't have the heart to laugh at her. Obviously she was trying a wee bit too hard. And, well, nobody deserves to be insulted after trying his/her best- even if his "best" is definitely NOWHERE near good enough.

Rant # 7 - Can I just say that I find it really annoying that the Troy-and-Gabriella-smooching-scene always gets interrupted at the course of the movie? Is it to build the excitement and tension among children or what? I mean, SO WHAT if the boss walks up to them in the pool before kissing? I swear, if only one of them held a hand up to stop the interrupter and went on with it, the movie would've been less shamefully predictable and hell of a lot funnier.

So I shall end here and leave all the other HSM rants up to you. Comment on this entry if you like, for additional bashing, for I swear, we all need to show off a bit of our evil side. YES, even if it means pathetically venting out all these by reviewing a movie- intended for kids.

Cheers.

Twisted and Devious,

Therese

immature

2007-08-19T14:10:00.000+08:00
Here's a write-up I found while tidying up my folders :)) I think this was written during summer. Read up if you're into all the teenage drama and shit. It's for all immature girls- including me:

Should I be putting on make-up right now?
I mean, I'm almost seventeen, AND entering college,
And, come to think of it, that's what most girls my age are currently up to- or have been up to for years now.

So, should I be putting make-up?
Seriously, should I?

Is it just me, or am I being (or have been) very, extremely left behind by all my sixteen-going-on-seventeen supposed to be buddies? It really feels like I'm stuck in 2002 where I'm always and forever will be 12, while the rest of the girls have already headed off to the Glam Girl World of make-up and high fashion and clubbing and getting wasted.

Really.

And it's bad enough that I already feel twelve, but I actually have to look like one too. I'm short, buttfull and chestless- perfect symptoms of a child just about to hit puberty. But the truth is, I think I've, somehow, already had. Way before, although no one, not even me, has seemed to notice it. It hit me alright-its effects just not as evident as I expected it to be.

Yeah, well so I'm childish- what's the big deal?

Apparently, it feels like the biggest deal in the world right now.

I mean, I used to feel okay. I actually used to be proud of myself being all Peter Pan-ish and not wanting to grow up. Insisting to be a child forever- foot propped up at the dinner table, still fancies a brand new Barbie once in a while and all.

So, yes, I was really confident about myself. I was, used to be. Now I really hate the idea. I always tried to compare my immature self to the same-aged-but-doesn't-seem-like-it girls who're particularly gifted at juggling boys, partying and drinking all at the same nights, and I used to feel sort of better. Well, nothing against them of course, and I really mean it. It's just that I like the way I am- babyish, close-minded, and very much twelve-like.
I'd rather dress up some Barbies than puke all over the sink because of a few drinks.

But now is really different. I see myself, and I know that I'm sixteen (and still not acting like one, if I do say so myself), but others don't see me that way. And vacations to other countries don't make me forget all that. It makes me remind the predicament even more, if anything.

For instance, we go inside this mall, enter and exit shops after shops, and I see these bunch of petite but pretty looking girls with completely made-up faces, revealing tank tops and ultra short shorts. It looks like they've set their sights on every guy that will or might believe that they're much older than they really are.
Of course I know they're, what, 13? 14? - despite the really commendable efforts. That given, and I still look so much younger, with my greasy, messed up hair, a weird statement shirt, and jeans that make me look figureless.

Yes of course, I know that maturity isn't based on whether you look as old as you really are, but can be, more or less, based on intellect, emotional stability, responsibility. Yet, I seem to be lacking in both.
Seriously.

It makes me sad.

Not the kind of sad that really matters, but just sad to know that I'm not acting my age. I'm still oblivious to a lot of things that girls of sixteen, and even my classmates, are very much aware of right now. There are a lot of responsibilities that I should be doing (or at least working on learning them) right now that I haven't even dreamt of doing even when I'm older.

I can't even stand washing dishes and I hate putting the plates back to the kitchen whenever our mom reminds us to do so, saying "It's the least we can do to help". I've always thought that I can just hire a helper to whip up a dish for me and whip it out of my sight just as quick. I haven't made an effort to do housework, or learn how to handle money. I don't know cook a single thing outside the 'put it in a microwave' area and can't even pack my own things for a holiday without managing to forget at least about ten things I should've brought along.

I find, and this is only now, that I've never really given myself a chance to depend on no one else but, well, myself. And I've never trusted myself to do so. I've always thought I'd fail anyway, and afterwards someone has to do those things I've tried to do myself, for me- which therefore ruins the whole point of being independent and self-reliant. I've never embarked on something for myself, by myself. It's always just been for myself and by somebody else.

Looks are easy. I could wear hell heels to school everyday to put on a bit of height, and have a shopping spree at the Body Shop or Beauty Bar or wherever to give myself that perfectly fake look on my face. I could have my hair styled and have my bra stuffed. Whatever, right? Anything to look mature. But really, maturity? It's not entirely that.

Maybe girls my age can go to sophisticated parties and be very well-mannered and can cut the tough piece of steak on the pristine white dinner plate without accidentally thrusting a utensil out of their hands because they have learned some things in the past that I haven't. Maybe, they can pluck their eyebrows and perfectly shape them with their eyes closed, or know exactly where to apply their cheek tints to make their look 'the-girl-next-door' natural, because they've dealed with more important stuff before, and they're just polishing maturity off by attending to the littler details.

I for one, have yet to do that. I'm way, way away from the world of beautifying and dating, and taking an interest in boys and wearing whatever it is that looks sexy (not that I want to, anyway), but first, I have to stop and brush my shoulders for a little bit. Maybe be a wee more polite, a great deal more selfless. Put my chin up and start dealing with grown-up stuff - real stuff, just in case. Stop dancing around like a five year old in public places, and stifle a small giggle instead of a boisterous, ultra-noisy, insensitivity-filled laugh.
Small but sure steps to be a little older. Of only for a few weeks or a few months, what the heck? They are still steps which get me there faster.

And sure, I'm off to college. Some of my blockmates might even think I'm this genius who got immediately accelerated to freshman year of courses and majors. All of the girls will have been busy dating and looking hot while I'm sulking at one corner, wishing I could go to a bookstore at that moment or something unbelievably immature. I still don't care much for all the clubbing and the boy-toying and the romance wrapped on the already complicated whats-it called life, but it might be to my advantage. After all, it's only a matter of time until I become one of them. Or at least, decide if I want to anyway.

And surely, when I've started cutting a steak right and have managed to still lay off the booze and all, I'll look a teensy-bit older. Probably out of the stress, maybe?

Who knows, right?

Devious and Twisted,

Therese

envelopes

2007-08-17T09:45:00.000+08:00
Another poem I didn't intend to write but just wrote because the idea came to me at the strangest time: while drinking my meds.

I look at all the envelopes
But none of them's for me
I just wish, among these bank accounts
That one of them's for me

I mailed myself a letter
But it never came to me
I'm lonely and neglected
Mr. Postman forgot me

I licked the stamps a week ago
And held them up in front of me
Then I sealed the envelope with a wish
To re-find its way to me

The letter I have written
Are lonely messages for me
But I look at these bills and realize
Pathetic, little me
'Cause I just wish, among these bank accounts
That one of them's for me

quirky quotes

2007-07-25T22:07:00.000+08:00
nother batch of my quirky quotes. Copyright Copyright. ALL MINE. No stealing. Stealers are cheaters and cheaters are weepers and weepers are losers and losers suck. Okay, original din yan. Haha.

On Clouds:

"Clouds are amazing little things. They hover up above us in fluff and purity, while we watch in wonder as they come to pass. As a momentary darkness begins to unfold, each one covers the ground in an embrace of a shade. It colors the horizon in a million unpaintable hues, different in every minute, different in every day. it forms into shapes and swirls that only one can interpret. It becomes something meaningful to someone, somewhere, for at least a few seconds until it morphs back into nothingness and fades away into the sky, into the infinite, into the beyond."

On Dreams:

"At least once in our lives, everyone of us had dreamt of being something far greater than what the world expects us to be. But as we go on, only a few of us get to fulfill them. One of the horrors of growing up is that we forget to believe: in who we are, in who we used to be, in who we might be. And in the process of the painful transition, we become tired of trying to exceed expectation. We begin to settle for something possible. And in the end, we end up failing: failing the world, and failing ourselves."

On Poverty:

"I have solved the solution to our poverty. If only we get Brangelina to adopt all Filipino street kids- then we'd be getting somewhere."

On Hair:

"It's hard to ever be pleased with your hair. It carefully clumps into most annoying lumps and any efforts of grooming it only brings you your downfall. And when that golden day shines down upon your hair- when you feel the loveliest that you've ever felt in your life, photographs resurface as evidences of your false assumptions, and sunny days upon your fly always tell you so. So you shake your head and pat your hair and frown and think thoughtfully- you just can never get it right."

On Creation and Imagination:

"There's one cruel side to imagination. You conjure something up- something perfect, ideal, deceiving, and want to capture it forever. So you try to copy and to recreate with something worldly- like a hand, a brush, a stroke of paint, a slab of marble. And, as how the world expects it to be, you never get to replicate it exactly. And although seldom, it may turn out as something greater than the idea, it oftentimes just becomes a disappointment. And you end up feeling like a failure."

On Like and Love:

"I used to think that stressing over someone you like who doesn't really give you the time of day is just sad, tiring, pointless and sickening. But now I realize as I stress over someone I like who doesn't really give me the time of day, that it really could be depressing, disappointing, demoralizing and ultimately heart-wrenching."

"It's funny when you make a list of how you want your dream guy to be you never get to tick off all the boxes. You're always pleasantly surprised

"It's lovely when you get to walk down a certain street and you see someone- you look at him as you meet and gaze at his back dreamily as he walks away. It's a split-second encounter- a momentary attraction that keeps you smiling all day. It's powerful, it's divine. It's love in a heartbeat."

satruday schmaturday

2007-07-15T22:46:00.000+08:00
Saturday Schmaturday: A Recount

There was a shortage of AM people in aMp camp. There waaas. Haha. There were a lot of burger/apple pie/coke left overs tucked away in boxes and boxes at the colayco pav entrance. (yun yung free food).

So anyway, to tell you about aMp camp. I think I was the first AM person to sign up there. Haha, eager beaver much? Ate Pia took out this orange box and let me pick one out of hundreds of rolled paper inside it. I got Two Become One. I-eexplain daw kung anong gagawin mamaya. Out of paranoia, I quickly whipped out my iPod and listened to the track. If they let me sing the song solo, I swear I'm gonna die.

After 30 minutes, people started showing up (e.g. Guads and Anjo), so talk talk talk. Anjo was planning to leave super eraly (he came for attendance only, that bastard). Manonood daw siya ng Harry Potter sa Eastwood. He was planning on leaving on 2:00 (aMp camp registration was supposedly scheduled to start at 1:00). BUT NO, after 45 minutes, mga less than 10 AM people palang ang nasa Colayco. I started cursing the late people in my mind.

SO YUN NGA. When people started coming in, they decided to start it. Kakantahin nga yung Two Become One, pero may group, so it was a big relief. Guads (thank God) and some guy named Ian were my group mates. Lagyan daw ng actions. Semi-dirty actions yung pinerform namin! Haha. Anyway, won't elaborate on that. Basta nakakatawa yung This I Promise You- may Umbrella rap pa na ewan. Haha. OrSem Idol was there, I think.

That was done (the belittling performance, that). Guads and Ton (English-Lit blockmates) were talking about forming a band together (inspired by Nanny Goose! Can't expound- it's too riskeh ). Guads will be the lead daw, Ton as the bassist, Nicole/Sev as the drummer, at ako... vocals pati rhythm. HAHA wth! Pero ewan, trip trip. Haha.

After aMp stuff discussions were over, we had this game (inner circle and outer circle- yung nilalaro daw sa soirees pero I haven't encountered it yet, personally). They would tell directions regarding the circle moving (e.g. inner circle move three steps to your right, outer circle move 5 steps to your left), so you end up having a different partner every time. Then they'll give either the inner or outer circle a question to be answered and you introduce yourself and do chit-chat in between turns. So, kung di niyo gets yung pagka-explain ko, bahala na. Haha

First "partner" was Jobim (sp?). I am seriously NOT sure if I heard his name right. Haha or if I spelled it right. Vocalist din. The question was "What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you on-stage", or something to that effect. He narrated, as I did as well (even though un-asked. Haha) and I'm not sure if I could spill it out in here so better not type it. But mine I can tell. it wasn't really embarrassing, it was just more of a "what-will-I-do" situation. So yun, while in the middle of my guitar solo at some random performance I shall not disclose to you,NAPUTOL yung 1st string ko, as in yung crucial solo string of the moment. So yun.
TIME FOR IMPROV! Haha.

Second partner was the head bassist na parang R yung start ng name pero nakalimutan ko! Haha screw it. Basta higher year siya. Question was something you really want for your birthday. Car daw gusto niya. Haha the conversation was sort of interesting so yun. Then time for partner change.

Next one was... nakalimutan ko nanaman yung name at yung question. Sorry! HAHA. Same thing sa next person.

May unofficial partner pa- si Kevin I think. Parang it was momentary. We exchanged names and departments/instrument/whatever basta drummer da siya. Then we had to move again. Di pala kami partners talaga.

Last one, I forgot the name-AGAIN. But he was weird so no surprise. Wasn't super elated to talk to him. Whatev.

So after after that, we got to eat! Cheeseburger at apple pie at coke nga, care of McDo (sponsor). Ate with Guads and her friend Rob (Rob nga ba?) and Ton joined us for a bit then he left. Kuya JR and Kuya Seoul joined as well. Violin talk with JR and random talk with Seoul (school mate ko yung sister niya, Freefall stuff, Band Aid stuff, ID stuff).

Signed up for T-shirt sizes then I headed out. Had to go and rewatch HP5 with the fam.
I was able to eat Adobo Flakes for dinner!!! (super ilang weeks ko na cinrave to). I got to buy zero books- no budget for the week- so that bit was depressing.

KB and family was beside our seats sa movie. AS IN BESIDE. So that was weird and fun. Haha. I slept through HP! super antok an antok na ko. I tried not to sleep- I really really did. I did everything. But, I did still. What a waste of a good ticket.

I took a picture of cardboard Ron outside the cinema. God, I am officially back to my Rupert fandom and am chucking out Prince Harry. *sigh*

For the record, this is by far the most boring entry I have ever made. I SWEAR. But, I had to write something. Even if in no mood whatsoever. Not in the "zone" nga. HAHA and this is taglish so I kind of condemn myself for sounding so conyo-ish. But, it is what it is.

Gotta run, hon bun.

WTH was that?

P.S. click this! http://www.lockeddown-entertainment.com/news.htm
It's my friend/YA mate winning this beatbox competition thingy. Haha. Awesomeness.

30 seconds

2007-07-10T19:20:00.001+08:00
It's raining super hard
Please never screw a guard
Your butt is full of lard
But mine's amazing

Suspension on the way
Oh weatherman, do say
Unless you're semi-gay
Then you need hazing

I WAS KIDDING!

(so it was the first rhyme that entered my mind: amazing-hazing. i wrote this in 30 seconds. It was literally UNTHOUGHT of. No offense meant, people! I'm super gay, too. HAHA whaaaat?)

peepholes

2007-07-03T23:42:00.000+08:00
Random poem I made before before before pa. Ijust rediscovered it and posted. HAH.
I only like the Father part till the noble. The rest is for school crap.

Peepholes

Unstained was what we were, once upon a quiet hour
As unconcerned walkers, what we see is what we choose to devour
The modest and immaculate, no sensual, no bold
We knew best to look and know only what we are told
But Time seems to have let the ignoble be victor
And in this losing battle, we warriors start to lose vigor
With force and power they let us embrace
That all things forbidden be our saving grace
Father bless your tempted people who
With the peepholes of their fingers, they begin to look through
We now dwell in the lie that the world has woven
We walk the wretched path that treachery has chosen
So we watch the bead form and trickle down the pure
It seeps through and destroys the beguile and the unsure
In the truly unpleasant we all live and reside
As we take comfort in tragedy rolling along with the tide
Though some perusers frown and mock with the crew
The noble shears a million holes to see through,
The noble shears a million holes to see through.

Cheers.

Devious and Twisted,

Therese

lady in waiting

2007-07-02T18:11:00.001+08:00

I AM IN LOVE.

WITH PRINCE HARRY.

Why does he have to be so aaaah-dorable?
Gawd, but he's such a pervert.
Lay off.

He's MINE.

P.S. - But don't worry Rupert, you'll always be at the back of my mind. ;)

That is his hottest f*cking picture. I love him. I do I do I do.