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| Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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UnPope-y!!!
New word. New adjective. New definition.
Pope-y: someone who holds all Holy-looking characteristics.
Hehe.
I was a bit hesitant to voice my views about the new Pope (H.E Joseph Ratzinger). Obviously because he is what he is. But really, as soon as I saw him on television, my initial reaction was "Holy SHIT! That's the POPE! He looks sooo SCARY!!!"
Holy Shit... holy holy holy... =p
Thank God for friends... (really, I think we share the same brain). We all thought the same. This Joseph dude looks dead scary man!
Well... DOESN'T HE? Yeah he may have a heart of gold, yada yada yada... and we should never judge the Pope by his cover, but goodness! He looks soooo Gawddamn un Pope-y!!! One look at him would be enough to send me sprinting for the church's exit. Tell me, is an approachable aura a characteristic for judging a new Pope? Not to be mean or anything, but this new Pope is sooo not the Santa Claus type jolly jolly old man I was expecting the Vatican to pick.
Sad. What the HELL were these old chaps thinking?
I wouldn't be surprised if no youths showed up on World Youth Day.
Sad. I can just imagine the Pope scaring them all away with that horrifying pose.
Hehehe....
(ok ok. I'm being too mean. Must stop. Must stop. OhmyGod. Did I just commit a mortal sin? Will I go to hell? errrrr.... ok. I'll go in peace now...) Arrrrrr!!!
18 years of being a Catholic. What the hell have I learnt?
 
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| Sunday, April 24, 2005
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How can you love me BEFORE and not love me NOW?
That was my favourite line from the movie, "Ring of the Nibelungs."
 The movie sucked like hell. I don't think I need to elaborate further than this-low-budget-film-killed-everyone-in-it-and-the-hero-wasn't-even-cute...
Still, it wasn't a total waste of Christian's hundred bucks. (Hmm, everyone's making libre nowadays. How lovely!)
So WHY did I like it?
Brunnhild's memorable quote made me cry so much.
Yeah. I'm a dork I know. But I'm a weird sap like that...
I guess it got me thinking, "If someone was meant to break your heart in the end, why did that person even enter your life in the first place?"
It sucks big time.
You fall in love.
You're in love with the feeling of being in love.
You waste so much time and energy.
Something happens.
You break up.
You waste more time and energy... crying.
You try to adapt to the mentality that your relationship wasn't meant to be.
If you ask me... this whole love bullshit is a waste of time. And there are times when I can kick myself for ever depositing so much effort on a relationship, that was worth nothing in the end. Then again, I'm grateful in the sense that I've learnt so much. I've learnt what I like and don't like in a person's character. I've learnt what to stay away from. I've learnt that ALCOHOL and LOVE never make a good match. ;)
But most of all, I've learnt that, in a non-marriage setting, mutual feelings for each other are NEVER permanent. So if you know from the start that a relationship is meant for Splitsville, it's okay to wait for the next one to come along... someone who you can risk the heartbreak for.
So, why the hell am I going all sappy (yes,again)?
A particular someone from my past, sent me a text message earlier--- "WHU U?"
Naw, I wasn't hurt. More like annoyed. First of all, I haven't messaged or miscalled this person in ages, so there was never a reason for him to text me. I'm just pissed that this person is so Gawddamn low as to make it "appear" that I've been erased from his Phonebook. Maybe, too, to make his presence felt. If he really has erased me from his phone (and his life), why bother texting me when I haven't made the initiative to keep in touch?
Stupid asshole. Only means one thing... YOU HAVEN'T ERASED ME YET! Lalalalala! ;p
Gago ka talaga! Magpapapansin ka lang, pasablay sablay ka pa!
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| Friday, April 22, 2005
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Burn out
 I am currently suffering from a temporary handicap. I can't walk. And I mean I CAN'T WALK.
My Theater dance class is just sooo draining...
Physically. Emotionally.
My dance instructor's super strict but funny as hell. Yesterday, he compared us to "monggoloids", when we wouldn't get the combination right. I also went through another audition yesterday, and I bagged the role for modern day Midas' wife. ;) We had hours of voice training, script reading and a lecture on the World of Theater.
It was fun! I learnt alot...
But I'm sooo tired... I'm lacking in sleep, my body's killing me, and I have no appetite to even eat properly.
All I wanna do is sleeeeep all day... cover my head with my comforter, listen to my iPod, and take a looong nap...
Ang hirap pala maging artista! I don't think I'd enjoy this job in the long run...
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| Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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"Hija, WE ARE NOT MODELS"
My first day at Theater, and my dance instructor was already on my case for walking the way I do. For people who are close to me, they'd have already noticed that I walk weird. Konting kembot dito. Konting kembot don. But I've walked that way ever since I can remember, and it was always something my sister LOVED to tease me about. "YOU SHOULD SEE THE MODELS I'VE WORKED WITH. THEY ARE HOPELESS. BRAINLESS." Amazing how he maintained perfect eye contact with me while on my "walking" case for the nth time.
Hmm, what crawled up HIS ASS? He'd also be barking out "BALANCE! ANG ARTE ARTE KASI!" Every bloody time I'd fall off balance while attempting to do a ballet position on tiptoes. Apparently, we were being trained for jazz, and being the weakling that I am, I just wasn't cut out for that stuff. "BEND! I said BEND! Not your KNEES! your BACK!"- (He'd caught me cheating while trying to touch my toes).
Honestly, there must be something about gay people. Most of their insults come off as a joke, so instead of fuming, I was in a relatively good mood, even though he was picking on me most of the time. If not for his hilarious sense of humour, I'd have given him one! =p
Hold a sec though. I thought I signed up for ACTING CLASS.
I got a bit ticked off though when Tony Mabesa informed us that we'd have to audition for the roles of the musical, "Bye Bye Birdie." Just when I thought I got my performance planned, I was annoyed when I found out that we'd have to SING and DANCE! First of all, it was going to take place the next day. Second, although I can do both, I am, by no means confident enough, nor am I a genius on both performance fields.
Patay! What's a girl to do?
I spent the rest of the night whining to my Mom while we were chatting- "Why oh WHY did you NOT enroll me for voice lessons and dance classes when I was younger. ITOLDYOUSO. I told you I'd need it in the future!" I typed all this out with real bitterness, obviously because I was panicking like crazy. My dear Mother's advice? "Don't worry darling. You'll do fine... JUST PRAY."
Uh.... right...
I spent the wee hours of the morning choreographing my own dance moves. I think I lost 10 pounds! It was sooo draining to say the least. I ended up sleeping at 4am, regretting all the while that I led a useless childhood. *sigh*
To cut the long story short... the audition went alright. Save for a few "sablays" here and there. It took place at the Guerrero Theater and I was more confident because I couldn't see the judges or the spectators' faces. It was comforting to think that as bad as I may have been... there were others who were alot more nervous and unprepared. Good luck to us!
Oh yeah, I was "auditionee" number 12. ;)
I just hope to death that all my hard work will pay off. I so badly want a "worthy" part, if not bag a lead role. I just hope I do NOT have to play one of the flowers, a cat, etc...
Now that's sad.
If that happens, I want my money back!
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| Monday, April 18, 2005
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Cheap thrills.
I've made a countdown of the top ten things I like, and like doing... on a regular basis. These are the top things in my life that keep me happy, with the exception of my family, which is always a given. =) It amuses me how shallow I can actually be, deceiving the perception of most people that I really am not as "maarte" as they think I am.
1) Magazines. Every month, I always always make sure that I grab a copy of Cosmo, Seventeen, Chalk, and Meg. I love to read, and I read them all over again. They also prove to be useful when you know you're gonna be in the bathroom for a looong time... hehe. =p ok, I'm oversharing... don't mind me.
 This is just a fraction of my collection. Hehe. I've only collected these in a span of 6 months. =)
2) My iPod. In lieu of a debut, I got my folks to buy me my most prized possession to date. My iPod. (Well I asked them for money and a dinner at my fave resto with my closest friends too...hehe) It's only got around 740 songs, and I just can't seem to fill it up just yet. I bring it everywhere I go, and I always have to sleep with it by my side. My fave LSS song of the moment is 50 Cent's "CANDYSHOP".. astig! ;) But my fave song to date has gotta be Urban Dub's "GONE." Pinoy Indie Rock just keeps gettin better and better! Oh, and my iPod's in apple green too! My fave color!
 3) Inuman sessions with friends. I'm not a fan of drinking alcohol... but when friends are in on the fun, why the hell not? Besides, it's always fun seeing them drunk! Hehe...
4) Shopping! I love shopping for tops, so I buy loads and loads of them... some of which I never even get to wear coz I never even try them on! I hate shopping for shoes though... shoes, pants and makeup. I always try to get my friends to come with me when I have to buy those. It's just so embarrassing when you're alone.
5) Blogging! But I bet you already knew that!
I read somewhere that writing about yourself proves to be physically and mentally rewarding. Statistics have shown that people who have journals and write in them regularly have less visits to the hospital. I tried to keep a private written journal, but nosy people just keep on sticking their nostrils up where it doesn't belong, so I gave up ages ago... But I guess what I really love about blogging is that I get to express myself the way I want to, and it's amazing how you get to find out about other people through their blogs.
6) Theater! I've loved stage plays ever since high school, where we'd put up "assemblies" for the entire high school population. It's always interesting to see how creative and artistic other people are. I always try to watch theater plays when I can, and when I hear good reviews about them. I think they're a million times cooler than television. I love to act as well... but if given the chance, I would pick acting on stage any day instead of acting on Tv.
7) Field trips. I looove field trips. Even though I keep on complaining about my feet, my back, my head, my stomach, etc... It's always fun to see new places. I'd really love to travel to Paris, Tokyo, Venezia, Bangkok and Disneyland...hopefully before I reach 29... hehe... Till then, I'm just dying to try and get my ass to Dos Palmas in Palawan.
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| Wednesday, April 13, 2005
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Love and alcohol
I think I should start kicking off the butts. Or lessen them at least. I was at Meatshop last night with Rye and his friends and Rye told me that I smoked waaay too much. Really, I think I have to agree. I couldn't catch my breath earlier, and I almost fainted. I smoke like a factory already and my Mom's gonna whop my ass if she finds out I've been releasing my stress with the help of cigarettes... I promised her I'd lessen it. I should. I SHOULD.
I've also been guzzling down a bottle too many of alcohol lately, maybe because I've been thinking of waaaay too many things all at once. Soooo many problems... so many people fucking with my mind. I got home at around 12 noon today... Yikes! (I hope my Mom doesn't get to read this), because of the helluva hangover I had.
Million thanks to Rye for making libre! Hehe... I owe you one man! ;) Bait bait naman! =)
Oh, and thanks for being a good sport Nicole! =)
You lot, cry over this one! =(
I was beginning to regret having worn my favorite
red off-shoulder blouse and pleated skirt inside the
movie house because I was shivering in the cold.
But I took the huge risk because I knew perfectly
how my favorite pair of clothing will impress my
boyfriend. He loved it whenever I showed a little
more skin but if and only if he was with me. I love
how he compliments me - he never fails to make
me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman on
earth.
The movie hasn't begun, and the cold was already
enveloping us. We found good premiere seats. His
hand was holding mine. The feeling of having him
all to myself in the dark tickled me. It didn't occur to
me that he was smelling the side of my neck as he
murmured, "Bango naman ng Baby ko…I love you!"
Another smile curled my lips. "Wala bang I love
you too?" He teased. So I answered back, "I love
you too, Baby."
After a few subtle kisses on the cheek, his
cellphone beeped. He quickly checked who it was
and buried his eyes on the message. I saw him
reply to the text as if he was being chased after.
"Uy, bili ako ng food gusto mo? Kelangan ko narin
kasing mag-load, may kelangan akong reply-an.
Limang piso nalang yata laman nito." He
whispered "La akong bulsa, By. Hawakan mo
muna 'tong cell, baka mawala ko lang. You know
how careless I am." I nodded and kept the phone
safely in my hands. He slightly pinched my cheek,
said I love you again under his breath, and took off.
The movie still hasn't started. I closed my eyes and
gave a hearty yawn. I almost fell asleep when I felt
his phone vibrate violently. The name Michelle was
blinking. Who's Michelle? I thought to myself. Even
before I could press accept, the phone stopped
vibrating and displayed 1 missed call. The
message icon was also blinking – meaning
Michael's inbox was full. I had to delete old
messages to pave way for incoming texts. So I did.
Five messages came in immediately, all of which
were from "Michelle." Without hesitation, I opened
them one by one.
Ha?! Anong wg muna ako text? Kelangan natin
mgusap ngyn na! Nsan kb kc? Can I text you na?
Text moko if coast is clear. R u still with her?
I felt my heart do a somersault in complete
confusion. What did the messages mean? Who
was that HER Michael was still with? I felt cold
sweat forming around my forehead and nose. I
took a deep breath. So I pretended to be Michael
and replied casually to the text messages.
She replied in a matter of seconds.
O, baket ka ba text ng text? May problema ba?
Musta?
Hi Mike!!! Ano ng balita sayo? Baket ngayon ka
lang nagreply? Kanina pako nagpaparamdam!
Kasama mo pa ba si Shayne?
I thought I was just stabbed right in the chest when I
saw my name in Michelle's text message, but I
continued replying with Michael's phone.
Oo, bumili lang ako ng food. Iniwan ko si Shayne
sa loob ng sinehan. Baket ba kasi?
Di mo pa kasi iwan yang babaeng yan eh hihihi!
Love, tuloy ba tayo bukas?
Ah? Ewan ko, ikaw ang bahala. San ba tayo
bukas?
Diba sabi mo pupunta tayo ng Laguna?
Ako nagsabi nun? Ah oo nga pala, I promised you
that. Eh ano bang plano mo?
Ano? Ikaw nga ang nagplano eh! Baket parang
binabalik mo sakin ang tanong? Nakalimutan mo
na ba? 4 months na tayo bukas! Dapat astig ang
out-of-town natin! Swimming tayo siguro tapos
dinner... Alam mo na siguro ang ibig kong sabihin,
love!
I lay motionless. The movie began. I felt my head
spin violently - my vision was now blurred because
of the big teardrops gathering in my eyes. But I
blinked them away and replied as fast as I could. I
knew Michael was on his way back to the cinema
any minute now.
Oo sige na basta sabihin mo yun ang gagawin
natin! Ang bilis ng panahon noh 4 months na tayo.
Parang kelan lang... O sige pano ba ang plano
bukas? Sabihin mo sakin ang nasa isip mo
HONEY
Hmmm... Basta bring your car nalang! Tawagan
moko sa bahay tonight so we can talk ha? Love
you lots! Mwah mwah! (smiley face)
I tried to reply I love you too, but the phone
displayed Check Operator Services.
The whole world must've stopped before my very
eyes. There was nothing more I could feel except
for the tears rolling down my cheeks and the freeze
that was now killing me inch by inch. I stared at the
big screen while my thoughts drifted away; I
couldn't find the right words to describe how I felt
that moment. Images of another girl and my Baby
deeply in love with each other flashed in my head.
And all this time, I was sharing Michael with
someone else… That all this time, there was
another woman whom he had his right arm
around… The tears were all coming out now. I
know people around me were already staring, but I
was no longer thinking rational. Emptiness
devoured me that instant… From a distance I
noticed a familiar face walking up the stairs
towards my seat. I cleared my throat, cleaned my
face, and took several deep breaths. Michael was
on his way to our seats at the center bunk.
"I love you, Baby!" Michael kissed me on the nose.
"Sensha na! Tagal ko noh! Dami kasi nakapila dun
sa binilhan ko Sensha na, sensha na..." He put
down the plastic bags and held my hand tight. He
kissed me softly on the lips and whispered
passionately, "I love you Shayne! I love you Baby
ko..."
I didn't have the strength to answer back. He went
on.
"Oo nga pala, simula bukas, may fieldwork kami.
Baka next week na ang balik ko. Hindi ko pa sure
kung saan yung site, so baka walang signal dun.
But I'll try texting you whenever I can, ok? I love you,
Baby ko!"
I wanted to shout at him, scream at the top of my
lungs, but no sound came out. I couldn't make
myself say anything. I turned mute… my body was
as numb as ever.
"O? Wala na naman bang I love you too dyan?
Dapat lagi kang nag-I-I love you too!" He laughed.
I felt something vibrating on my lap again. It was
Michael's phone - another text message. Michael
saw it blinking and immediately read the message
at a distance. But I was able to read what it said:
Kelan ka pa natuto mgtext in small letters? (smiley
face) tsaka baket honey na ang twag mo sakin?
Hindi na ba love? Bago na ba? (smiley face)
There was a long, long awkward pause. I thought
the world has just stopped revolving. My lips were
sealed and the tears were already flowing freely ; I
could no longer control them. Michael looked
straight at me, with his jaw half open. His eyes
were round and bigger than usual, full of questions
and fear. We just stared at each other, not knowing
what to say. I felt the whole world sink and
disappear, leaving only the two of us alone in the
dark. After a few seconds of silence that felt like
forever, I swallowed the big lump in my throat with
all my strength and bitterly whispered...
I love you too, baby ko..
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| Saturday, April 09, 2005
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Memory Lane.
I sent my good high school friend Erin a message earlier on Friendster, and I got an immediate reply soon after. My message was more like a Congratulations message than a sympathetic one. Since she posted an explainational situational (?) message on her profile itself, I guess it's alright to get rid of all the secrecy. My gurlfriend is 6 months pregnant and is married to her boyfriend Patrick. =) I feel like a Mommy! I'm overjoyed! And I'm excited! Gosh! Haha! It's like I'm the one who's expecting! Anyways, Erin, a million Congrats! =) I'm sooo happy for you! Hehe! ;)
Geez! I'm such a proud friend! It's been almost three years already... and she's married so soon! I feel old! And I'm only 18!!! waaaaaah! I'm going to be 19 this year, then 20!!!
Nooooo!!!
I'll be leaving teen hood.
I don't wanna be a cranky, working adult!
I WANT TO BE COOL!!!
I WANT TO WEAR HIPSTER JEANS FOREVER!
WHO WILL INHERIT ALL MY TEEN MAGAZINES?
Waaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA GROW UP!!! =(
Anyway, here's an old old old pic of us as kids. We got a sketch done on one of those machines in Magic Island. I think we were fifteen then. Gosh! Can you believe I was THAT fat? It's giving me the shivers.... Thank God I don't have stretch marks on my face... hehe... Hmm. Is that EVEN physically possible? just a thought. just a thought.
 The paper's old, and it's been crumpled so many times. From the top left is Erin, next to her is good ol' pal Ruby, next is Ralaine, and the brat with the shades perched on her head is moi. Haha!!! The minute I saw this pic, I was like, SHET! I LOOKED LIKE THAT? Haha!!!
p.s: WTF is that orange stain on my forehead?
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| Wednesday, April 06, 2005
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Baang Baang! Childhood dreams and what not
Currently listening to- MYMP (Kailan)
I'm not a sucker for acoustic music. I prefer hard core, pick-me-up rock tunes. But this song just makes me feel like emoting all day long. I like their version too. And the vocalist has such a sleepy, sweet voice. ;)
After me and the gurls modelled down a set worthy of "Exhibition Road" childhood memories, we roamed around Tomas Morato to look for a coffee shop to satisfy Cheeky's coffee craving. All this after a mega dinner at Wheatberry's. (By the way, for those who don't know, Wheatberry's is this cute cute CUTE slightly high end bakery/cafe right next to Tomas Morato's first Max's branch. The food is great! Plus, the waiters, and the manager are hella cute!) They served the best chicken parmesan I have EVER tasted, and the first EVER Adobo pizza I didn't know existed! Their Adobo pizza really DOES taste like Adobo I swear! It's got mangoes on it! Weird but yum! It was different from the usual pepperoni pizza, so it was a welcome change. =)
(Hmm... I should get paid for advertising their establishment!)
Anyway, moving on... We decided to have coffee and pastry at Baang Coffee, more or less opposite to the Tia Maria's resto. It was actually a good place to hang out. Not bad at all. Of course their price range is quite similar to Starbucks, but unlike Starbz, Baang's isn't THAT addictive. I had a Death by Chocolate creamy cold whatever, and a NewYork cheesecake. It wasn't bad, but it was a bit too sweet. I'm not complaining though.
So, before I start getting hunger pangs at this time, I'll move on to what we talked about.
QUESTION # 1
*If you were to have an internship at a company/industry, where would it be?
Coco and me chose to intern for a magazine. It was basically an obvious choice, because at the moment, we're suckers for the latest local magazines! I usually can't wait to get my hands on Cosmopolitan, Seventeen, Chalk and Meg. While Coco, in addition to the mags I buy, gets Pink and FHM... =P Seriously, don't you think it'd be fun? You'd be interviewing all these famous people, get to know the latest clothes, makeup brands etc...and maybe, get free stuff from the editors! Since I love to write anyway, slaving around for my favourite mag won't be too much work. How fun!
Since Coco loves to take pictures, and has seriously been taking really good ones too with her digicam, she's also considering interning for some photography industry. ;) Fun! Especially if they let you work with hot hot hunks! Hehe...
Then, there's the CONGRESS. Since we're both planning to pursue Law... (if all plans work out), I think getting a part time job at the Congress would be fun. Well, fine, maybe not all THAT fun. But it'll make you feel real smart, since you'll learn alot about the Philippines' corrupt government. And hey, wouldn't it be cool if someone asks you,
"What are you doing for summer?"
You say, "Oh, I'm working for the CONGRESS."
Ooooo! Classy! =) Who wouldn't be impressed? If that doesn't up your ganda points, I don't know what will.
QUESTION # 2
* When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?"
Cheeky related this funny funny story about how one of her Mary Kate Olsen stick thin friends, ACTUALLY dreamt of one day becoming,.... get this ..... a SUMO WRESTLER!
*Lol!!!*
For people who are super weight conscious such as myself, that was HILARIOUS!
And I thought my dream childhood occupation was funny. After my kiddy obsession with the RoboCop movie, I actually badly wanted to become a POLICE WOMAN!
The people I've known since my 1+1 days are probably laughing their asses off.. hehe.
But I also wanted to be a Ballerina, a Journalist, and because I loved performing speeches and acting in front of a huge crowd, I also wanted to be a Broadcaster, or a Theater actress! Hehe... Gosh! Childhood dreams. Oh, and once upon a time, after I saw Independence Day way back in 5th grade, I wanted to be an Astronaut!
Coco admitted to having once fantasized of being a Labandera, a Secretary, and, just like me, a Broadcaster. Both of us also wanted to be a Doctor. Fat chance of that happening now. Academic reality just brought us to our senses.
Cheeky wanted to be an Architect, and a Tourist guide. (WHAT A BORING KID!) *Lol!*
At least her brother had an interesting dream occupation as a child. He wanted to be a Garbage Collector!
Funny how you think of such things when you're younger and how things turn out in the end. Change of mind, change of plans, change of unfortunate or FORTUNATE circumstances.
Anyway, I'm getting a bit lazy to post more... and I'm a bit pissed that I forgot my Digicam. Would've been nice to take pics of all the stuff we put our stomachs through... Next time next time... Must remember to recharge my batteries.
Gudnight! ;)
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| Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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Summah plans
Currently listening to- Mayonnaise (PUNK YOU).
I love PINOY BAND MUSIC!!! It's my current obsession! Support! Support!
*I have decided to put myself to good use and get a part time job, since I won't be having summer classes. I was supposed to enroll for P.e, but since the available classes require me having to wake up @ 7am every bloody morning..... no fucking way. The ones that have a good time schedule on the other hand, are either too hard for my poor muscles, or have terror professors running them. Bwisit.
Hence, I've decided to take on a summer job. Since slaving away at a burger joint is way out of the question-plus, my Mom won't ever allow me... I might as well earn extra bucks by tutoring. At least I might be helping humankind, drag my lazy ass to FINALLY do some work, and put my English skills to good use. I'll be preparing my resume tomorrow. Can't wait! I'm excited!!! Hopefully, if I get hired, it'll be my first job. And hey, I'll have extra shopping money! =)
* I'll be enrolling myself for Dulaang UP'S Theater Workshop. I've always thought of acting as fun, and since I'm one of the world's biggest KSPs, I'd really like to give Theater a try. How hard can it possibly be? Eh, makapal naman ang mukha ko eh! Haha. Plus, since the workshop's venue is just within school, perfect attendance won't be much of a problem. Well... hopefully.
The bit I'm really excited about is actually performing in the Wilfrido Guerrero Theater, which will happen when the workshop closes. I'm ecstatic!!! I'm gonna invite all my friends! Hehe... Gosh! This is gonna be fun.
On a different note, I convinced Ruby to enroll for DUP'S Speech Training Program since, according to her, she has a problem with speech performance in front of a huge crowd. Good luck to both of us! =)
* None of our beach plans have solidified. That's what they are for now. Just plans. Our parents are against the idea, and getting enough money for lodging and fare itself is already a problem. Right now, I don't really mind. I've got enough problems of my own to even care about getting a bronze tan. Plus, I've been to enough beach trips the past year to last me for a while. Haaay. Baka mag E.K nalang ang tropa. Yeah. The losers' venue. Hehe. =p
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| Monday, April 04, 2005
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=( life's a bitch
My mind is filled with sooo many problems, I can just break down and cry. What makes it worse is that I can't talk to anyone about them. I can't even blog about my dilemmas for that matter, without sounding like a major O.A lunatic or a total spaz. Just when I thought that life would get much better after school ended, I was so wrong. Why is it that one minute I'm feeling on top of the world, the next, I just fall to the pits? What sucks even more is the fact that nobody cares. Sure friends will be there to advise you, comfort you and all... but at the end of the day, your problem is still YOUR problem, and no words of advice, but your own judgment can help you.
Arrrggghhh! I want OUT!
Bullshit.
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| Sunday, April 03, 2005
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Preggers!
I just found out from a friend that a fellow friend, who I shall refer to in this entry as Lady X, is pregnant.
Lady X has been one of my really really good friends in high school. She still is to this day. Although we live in different countries, it's great that we still keep in touch. There are no phone calls, no gimicks, but I'm grateful that every once in a while, she'll use Friendster to let me know that she thinks of me. Although her unwanted pregnancy state is unfortunate, at least I'm glad that the father of the child is someone who she loves and cherishes dearly. I don't know if I should say Congratulations, or whatever... but looking on the bright side, new life is going to be conceived. =) And at least, rest assured that the kid is going to be as beautiful as his/her parents.
Strange though how time flies. She is the second person in my batch who's going to be a parent. The other one just became a proud daddy a couple of months ago. Strange how almost three years have passed when I stepped on that stage and received my diploma. Now, I'm getting news that this person is doing this, this person is working for this, and that person is expecting a child.
I'm not gonna launch into another speech about teen pregnancy and blame today's society for its neccessary evils. As unfortunate the fact may be that my friend has not yet graduated from college, I will still look at her the same way like I used to. In a way, I look up to her because she made the decision to keep her baby. Other people I've talked to have told me that, if put in such a situation, they would abort the child. It's a matter of choice. And I'm proud of Lady X for making such a brave decision and taking on such a responsibility.
So if ever, you are reading this... always remember that I'm here for you at all times. Even if climate and culture differences set us apart. I'm missing you terribly, and I hope to see you soon! Goodluck with your future, and I wish you nothing but the best. =)
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The corniest shows EVER!
Honestly, what's up with the fantaseryes/superseryes shown on local Tv these days? It's bugging the living crap outta me! The costumes are too corny for words, including the stories... and OhmyGod! The special effects? Need I even say more? I think I should start a revolution banning such shows on television. I mean, these were the type of shows I used to watch when I was 5! How corny is that? Not to mention the fact that these shows are hogging evening television! I think Filipinos should stick to soap operas, and gag shows. But superhero programs? It's a whole loada bull if you ask me! ThankGod for cable, I'm spared from having to watch such shows to release my boredom.
still.... because of this, ABSCBN and GMA just lost one viewer.
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| Saturday, April 02, 2005
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Eto ang tama!
A bazillion gajillion stuff happened yesterday. Mishy, Debbie, Friaz and myself studied all morning for our Geog Climatology special exam, and we took a cab to Pag-asa to take it. Unluckily for me, I had to sit at a deserted cubicle, which meant that there was no way I could ask my mates for the correct answers. =( The good thing though, was that I brought my reliable kodigo/ kodiko (???) along, and was able to glance at the answers when Flaviana wasn't looking. I know she caught us cheating though, but she never said a word. I could feel she was getting pissed... but hey, cheating is essential for survival. ;p Sometimes it's just the best way.
We headed off to SM North (yet again), to Coffee Experience. Their strawberry cheesecake rocks! It's one of the best I've tasted. When I become all freakin rich, I really wanna build a coffee shop. =) We also had a photo session... and honestly, despite my camera whore-ishness tendency, this was the ONLY time when I started to hate posing for the cam. I was literally tired! And so were the rest of the girls. ;p I bet the other customers thought we were papansin psychos though. Hirap talaga mag-model! Haaay!
    
We then bought a bottle of Emperador and gin, with the mixers for our planned inuman session later. Basically, it was a BLAST! I don't remember ever having THAT much fun! After a bunch of shots, I was already woozy and so were the others.
Mishy- she starts dancing right there on the patio! From everything to ballet to a strip tease, to interpretive dance! She even walked back and forth and started modelling, just to prove that she wasn't drunk! But hell, she was! She started flipping her hair and growling! Growling! I don't remember laughing THAT much!
Friaz- 45 minutes into the session, she goes in the house to use the toilet. Minutes later, I find two people sleeping on the two couches. Already tipsy, with matching blurred eyesight, I shout at our househelp..
*Me- "Putangina! Ba't ka natutulog?"
*Her- (looking all stunned), "Huh? AKO?"
*Me- (recognizing her voice), "Ay Sorry." (I turn to the other sleeping figure and shout), "Putangina! Ba't KA NATUTULOG?"
*Friaz didn't budge.*
I return to the table and chat with the remaining peeps.
Debbie- brings up all sorts of stuff, and we're there, chatting about anything and everything. She tells me that I'm already drunk, and she makes me walk a straight line. Unable to accomplish this task, I tell her that she couldn't possibly do it. But she does. She walked back and forth pa and started modelling! Some people are just so manhid to the initial effects of alcohol I swear!
Friaz- comes back a while later, after her short nap. She pukes thrice, and has a laughing trip over Mishy's crazy ass performance. Obviously drunk, she almost starts a fight.
*Friaz- "ULOL!"
*Mishy- (jumping up and down doing ballet split flips), "Eh bakit ba?"
*Friaz- "Para kang baliw putangina!"
*Mishy- (continues to dance like a...... well, baliw)
*Friaz- "Hoy Sisa!" "Kulang na lang sumigaw ka ng Basilio, Crispin eh!"
*Mishy- "Baaaaaaasilio! Crisssssssssspinnnn!" (she goes in the house to use the toilet. when she comes back, she walks towards the direction of the neighbours house)
*Allofus- "Hoy gago! San ka pupunta?"
*Mishy- (looking totally wasted and confused). "Ay."
A while later, Mishy and Friaz go upstairs and escape, to sleep. Debbie sends me after them, to stop them and I do so. I find the two of them in bed laughing like mental patients over nothing.
*Me- "PUTANGINA magsibaba nga kayong mga putangina kayo!"
*Both- "Ayaw!"
*Mishy- "Wait lang, magiinternet pako putangina."
*Me- (grabbing her shirt), "Laseng ka na poootah!"
*Mishy- (releases herself) "Eh baket ba?"
*Me- (giving up). "Lintik ka!"
*Debbie- (shouts downstairs)... "Hoy! Mga Putangina! Bumaba nga kayo! Iniwan nyo ko! Wala pakong tama!"
I return downstairs and while we chat, we consume one forth of the Emperador before calling it quits... and finally sleep.
Hay alcohol! I don't remember EVER swearing that much! And everyone was as well! Plus, we were so loud! I bet the neighbours were getting pissed! We were shouting, laughing, whatever! According to the girls, I was talking in straight Tagalog without the weird English twang! Weird.
Anyway, despite the hangover I had today, I loved last night! Sa uulitin... ;) CHEERS!
P.s- I was trying to light a cigarrete and lighter was set on super fire mode. Friaz shrieks,
"Nasusunog buhok mo!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
She puts it out by slapping my forehead...
My bangs got burnt!!! It has blonde ends now! *Argh!* Buti nalang she saw it. Imagine, my entire head might have caught fire! Scary thought! Must stop smoking... haaay...
p.p.s- Burning hair smells like chicharon.
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