Ano gagawin ko kung sabihin niyang hindi ako yun? Bakit nga ba ako umaasa, diba? Masakit, kung sasabihin mo na hindi ako. Malamang. Pero masyado yatang masyado (HAHAHAH) kung aasa ako diba?
Haay, ang kalabuan ni Vicky.
Ano gagawin ko kung sabihin niyang hindi ako yun? Bakit nga ba ako umaasa, diba? Masakit, kung sasabihin mo na hindi ako. Malamang. Pero masyado yatang masyado (HAHAHAH) kung aasa ako diba?
Haay, ang kalabuan ni Vicky.
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I can't take it. Hahah. Good thing this computer ain't freaking out right now. Anyways, I just had my first dose of Long Tests. I think I did pretty well. Well, I wish I will. :-)
Yesterday, June 29, we had Science, English and P.A. (Computer). I freaked out with ENGLISH. WOAH. I thought it was going to be easy, but NOOOOO. Oh well. God, I got blocked during the Science test. Which was so stupid since I was reciting the whole concept map of the branches of science the whole time, then I'd forget about NATURAL SCIENCE? What the hell. Oh well.
Tooodaay, we had Math, Filipino and Social Studies. You would think of the math test as easy. It is, actually, but the thing is, if you get one single, itty-bitty mistake in the calculations, you're busted. Filipino was fine, good thing I never forgot about Severino Reyes. I didn't even read the book. Social Studies-- yes naman, favorite test nila (NOT).
YESS, BOY. I gain freedom. Atleast, not for the next week-- will have the Initiation week. But I guess it's what everybody does. So, no biggie.
Oh yeah, I still have to draw our LongTest project for CVE. God knows I can't draw! (Paul, Jethro, Lenard and Josh should be reading this. ) But no one wants to draw, or atleast no one can, so I get the job. Plus, Sir Aviles assigned me as leader, so I have to take responsibility.
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. Speakers and printer ain't working too? Oh Lord. I need a miracle.
You know, I can write here the whole day. Really.
And please, if you want to make a statement, do the elvis-esque look. Or better yet, wear PINK. Do me a favor and do so. ;-)
Sooo, can you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?
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I missed this world. Yesterday, I was in the brink of typing my wondrous (NOT) insights, but this computer freaked out. I'm trying to do this as fast as I can, before this computer goes praning all over again, and reboot by itself. I missed the clickity-clackity sound of the keyboard. GOSH.
TO ALL WHO TAGGED/COMMENTED: I love you all. I say it with deepest sincerosity. You keep me in this world, and you keep me going. :-)
I'm sorry if I can't visit all your sites for now, this computer, as I have said, freaks out a lot that I don't even have the time to re-install everything.
STUPID ME. STUPID SYSTEM RESTORE. Oh well. I have to install Y!M again, MSNM again, iTunes, Microsoft Office. Oh, the agony.
The only good part that I can see in this is that all the 6000++ fonts got erased, thus, adobe being faster. I can always reinstall.
I don't know what's happening, but I wish I did.
AGH. Our PC's pissing me off. It's in shambles and I should go to North Pole and ask Santa for my advanced Christmas gift. I am using my mother's laptop, which is quite a bother since my files are in the PC, and I made this new layout. So I still have to use mom's flashdisk.
Anyways, because of our PC problem, I might lack the time to blog. :(
So sad, I know.
But then again, as I always say, that is life for you.
Oh boy. I was supposed to go to Town today with Princess , Janroe , Ena and Lia (di pa sure eh.), but NOOOO, my selfish sister decided to get her way, and so I ended up in front of this computer. Very, very sad.
Stupid girl. I hate her. Hmp. :(
Yeah, and I wasn't exactly having the best night last night. They all suck. Die, you idiot.
God is being so mean. Can't I ever anticipate anything? 'Cause if I do, I never get what I anticipate. DAMNITT! This is so bad.
instructions: remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. then add your blog in the bottom slot, like so.
1. randomisity
2. angel with broken wings
3. i wish
4. time can change in every breath we take
5. words hands hearts.
and now the questions... :)
1. what were you doing 10 years ago?
` tottering around.
2. what were you doing a year ago?
` sitting in a classroom, listening to our teacher babble.
3. five foods you enjoy:
` baby back ribs
` junk food?
` yumm, chocolate.
` french fries.
` pizza. and chinese food.
4. five songs which you know all the lyrics:
` Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off (panic! at the disco)
` london beckoned songs about money written by machines (panic!)
` city of devils (yellowcard)
` camisado (panic!)
` if you get scared (d'sound)
5. five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
` LIVE IN LONDON.
` around the world.
` buy anything to my satisfaction.
` buy my own island.
` establish a business.
6. five bad habits:
` aiyee. cussing.
` what else? i can't stay still.
` would never finish anything started more often than not.
` perfectionist.
` i punch and slap and do anything bad to other people. LOL. so don't piss me off. =))
7. five things you like doing:
` watching TV.
` going online.
` tottering around.
` tinkering with photoshop
` soundtrip, PARE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO...
Princess Marie Rose B. Lim!
You know her as... SEY!
HAPPY, HAPPY BIIIIRRRTTTHHHHDDDDAAAYYY!
I love love love you. A lot.
and to...
Monica Joann S. Guevara!
You two have made life so bearable. And I say sorry for my letter to Dear, saying that I don't trust anyone else. Of course I do, I trust these two.
I love you both. Happy birthday!
Wow, I miss her. I mean, hello. I get this feeling that is usually portrayed in movies as girl-can't-say-a-stupid-thing-when-in-front-of-her-guy. BUT EWWW, no. I ain't lesbo, girl. I just run out of words to say when I see her. And as much as I want to get her back, I can't. And I sure miss putting my arm around her shoulder. And stroking her long hair, and putting her organizer under her chair while she puts her bag back. And hugging her, and teasing her when he passes by.
Oh boy, it's going to take a long time.
Thanks Astrid, I'll think of your advice a lot. And yes, letting go is super hard. I am telling you.
On the brighter side, my teachers gave me probably the best day of my highschool life. I sooo love Sir Jet Billones! God, he made me going. SECTION *o**?!?!?!?! AHAHAHAHAH. God God God. That man is amazing. And so is Ms. Bardiano. I lablab her. I practically talked to him because of her. Without the use of words--we were mind-reading (WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?). Which is practically more intense. And I so love Sir Aviles (AH YESSS.). WOOT.
Oh, Science was NICE. Our group had the highest score in the presentation (due to its real-ness). And Michael, Angeli and I were counting how many times... well. whatever. basta we counted and we got 10. Science lang yun. Not to mention, just the grouping part, which practically was only 30 minutes of the 1 hr. 45 min. Ohhh dbaa?
Aiyee, kinikilig ako. And Kat told me about this something.
And yes, I think he still likes 'her', but fooling me. I fell for it the second time. God, I'm dumb.
And it doesn't mean that I can't talk to him--I did, remember? I just wouldn't.
I am back. Haha. Seems like I have been gone for a day (I just posted). But, whatever. I know that person's reading this, or probably will, God knows when, and I'd like that person to know how I really feel. And no, it is not the boy with the same hands as I do.
Dear Dear, (AHAHAHA. Dear. I used to call her dear. But then, I used to call everyone dear too.)
I miss you, miss you so bad. I hope you can hear me, oh it's so sad. Sounds familiar? Yeah, it's Avril Lavigne's song. Whose title I forgot. As far as I can remember, she dedicated that song to her GrandPa. Too bad I lost her latest CD. By that, I mean her Underneath My Skin CD. Where did that go?
OKAY. Before I go on blabbing about stuff not-related to this, I really really want to tell you...
I MISS YOU.
A LOT. You have no idea how much. Really. Honestly, no one has any idea how much. Because you are honestly the only person that I trusted so much. But you're gone, so I don't know who to trust anymore.
It was very selfish for me to do that. I know. But remember that every person in this world of ours seeks happiness. Too bad I found that happiness in him. Which would be a rather silly thing to say right now, as he is the root of all my non-concentration. But whatever, I rest my case.
GOD, I can't say anything but I miss you. It pains me everytime I see you. I used to be in their place. Now, I'm just one of the audience. You were the only non-male person that made me cry. Oh, and those candies were goood. Even if they got stuck in my braces.
I made mistakes, and so did you. I feel uncomfortable saying that you made mistakes as well, but thinking about it, it's rather fair. You told a gazillion people about it, and I made a mistake of liking him. Don't deny it, I'm such a sleuth that I can be the future Sherlocka Holmesa. Peace to the people from Baker St.
Oh God, what a desperate thing to do to win you back.
Things have changed. I guess this is what people say, "letting go"
I love you, bf.
take me to mt. splashmore,
vicky.
P.S. What the hell is up with Y!M? And yes, I still have no topic for that essay in the Chronicles. Yes, I have finally achieved my dream of working in the school newspaper. I had one desperate try, but it ended up sounding like it was meant to be posted here, and not for my beloved to see.
Lo and behold, I am wanting to go to mount splashmore. In case you don't know where Mt. Splashmore is, don't ask me. I don't know where it is either. I just heard it from Bart and Lisa.
P.P.S/P.S.S. Which letter do you repeat anyway? =)) That boy has got really nice hands. Really. Never seen any hand like his. Except for my hand, which looks like his at first glance. God, I'm getting narcisstic with this Blogging. Oh goodie, a boost for my self-esteem.
I feel like writing a letter to the boy who has really nice hands. Eww, not again.
Ooh, I love my title. It sounds like on of those Fall Out Boy songs. Or, Panic! At the Disco's.
Anyways, this probably is the worst day in my highschool life (easy to say, I haven't even been a freshman for two weeks). A week and three days has been like a month and three weeks. Oh boy. But really.
First, I lost my beloved "thingy". You know, it's the "thing", which you might probably have seen your dad sporting, 'cause it might be where your car and home keys are. But still, I lost my "thing" and it depressed me. I am so attached to that thing. I'm Vicky, the girl with the bag from Artwork and a noisy thing. Plus, that "thing" gets people interested in me (therefore, more connections.). But really, one girl (who, I tell you, is someone i don't even know well) grabbed a little something from my thing and asked me what that was. Sounds rude, but kind of flattering.
Next, my nose actually bled during the mass. I bet you Bedan H.S. students don't know that. Yeah, it was during the beginning of the mass (yeah, no kidding. I realized my nose bled the moment Fr. Anscar talked. Or whoever was the first one to start the mass.). And my hankie was over my nose. I was like, "Damn it if this doesn't stop by Ama Namin". Hopefully, it stopped after a few minutes.
Oh damn it, the damned bastard might be even avoiding me. Which is quite impossible. But whatever, I rest my case. Such a bane in my existence. I'd love to hate him, but hating him is an "un-real" thing to do. Really. You love the person, then you hate him? What the hell was thaaat?
Anyways, if you have mastered the art of keeping a straight face while laughing at someone, which is rather impossible, I tell you, teach me how. Really. I have coughs AND colds (Yeah, it sucks big time. Maybe God was getting back at me for not being sick during the Graduation and Baccalaureate Practices last year. I practically was the only one left in our class that doesn't have a cold.). And yes, so that I won't offend other people. But really, I think laughing ain't fun without the whole slit-eyes, all-teeth showing, back and forth moving package.
By the way, what do you do with someone who says war as "wawr"?. Oh boy, I'll never forgive him for what he did in Filipino. I guarantee you that he will never hear the end of it. Oh, who am I even kidding, I can't even talk to him. (See, I told you. Never try to find out if your crush knows that you have a crush on him. God God God. Better yet, don't attempt to tell him. UNLESS, he has vocally told you that he likes you. A LOT.)
Dude, peace. If ever you are reading this. I hate you, tell me who your crush is. And you bastard, SNOB. That guy is so like avoiding me and it is pissing me off.
What's a good topic to write an essay about?
I am not supposed to be in front of the computer for various reasons. One is, NILAGNAT AKO (Love Sick. Not.), and I'm supposed to be doing my homework. But I can't resist blogging, so lo and behold, here I am.
I am very lucky today. Nope, I'm not. Why, you ask?
But positively thinking, today wasn't that bad.
I shall leave, so that my eyes won't turn blood-shot. Mahirap na, PE pa bukas.
Grabe, up to how many posts do I make in a day? Siguro sawa na kayo sa mukha ko. Or sa aking 'loser-nosity' sa blogging. Anyways, nilulubos, lubos ko lang noh, kasi this coming week, HASSLE nanaman yan, at hindi tayo magkikita kita until next weekend ulit! Diba?
Haaay. I was reading the message archive, and wow, it made me laugh. And yes, I read my conversations with him. Siya yung 2nd ata sa pinaka-marami. No, 3rd. First goes with Princess, Second's Lia. Laughtrip. Now I really, really know why I really, really like him! First, tawa lang ako ng tawa (like a loon. a looney toon. WHATEVER.). Then occasionally, "awww...". Tapos, "oooohhh!".
And yeah, alam niya na a long time ago na crush ko siya. Wanna bet? Funny, hindi siya umiwas. And reading 'between' the lines, yeah, alam niya. Pare, tama nga si Nicole. Iwas iwas muna tayooo! LOL.
Pare, I'm in lab talagaaaaa.. Sobra. (PANO NA KAYA IF HE READS MY BLOG? I MEAN, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW DIBA? )
Oh, oh. He was the last person that I talked to before departing for London dito sa 'Pinas. Cool diba? =)) LOL.
Haay, I lablab him. I mean, lab in the comical sense. Pero parang sensing things ngayon, iba na. Nakakaasar, classmate ko pa siya. BS! Sira na tuloy lahat. Stupid eyes. Stupid friends of his (PEACE TAYO.) Pero when I keep on reading the message archive, parang there's this feeling... "Pwede pa siguro."
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Para naman hindi poser-esque ang dating ko pag FIFA ang pinaguusapan, let me explain myself.
As an 'almost a teenager' (PARE, not tween. ang pangit pakinggan. parang Tweeng umuulan. Yaak.), with a higher consciousness level and super boy-watching skills (Atleast that's how I see it.), going to another country with a culture so different from ours actually broadend my horizons. Pwede na ako maging diplomat ng Pilipinas. Pero ayaw ko din, kasi pag naging asawa ko na si Mr. Nice Hands, ayoko ng parang 'nomad' ang mga anak ko, walang permanent address. HAHA. NPA. No Permanent Address.
Going to London, England, I learned a lot of things. I discovered that British women are beautiful, and I also discovered the beauty of Football (which is soccer for you.). Pano naman hindi noh, every passing car has the flag of England waving from it. Most apartment/condo units have the flag of England hanging from their terraces. Pati Coke nga naga'advertise ng free tickets for FIFA eh, and you all know how I love coke.
It all started from the controversial Barcelona V.S. Arsenal game, which was what I practically listened to when I was listening to the radio. So from that, everything just flowed. I strived to learn more about FIFA. I read my uncle's magazines, articles from the internet. Everything.
(It roots from the family, darling. Ang Ninong ko, na panganay na kapatid ni mommy ay isang true-blue FIFA fan. Even my uncles. Kulang nalang si Mommy, but Mommy lived her life in a basketball/WWE-based country, so wala. And even if we're talking about Basketball, the only player she knows is Michael Jordan. Don't get me wrong, hindi ako Basketball fan noh. Basta kung anong team nung kaibigan ko, dun ako. Gaya ngayon, Miami. Kasi sabi ni Nicole. But Mom loves sports too. Ask her about Kenvic Asunscion. Oh ano, di niyo kilala yun noh?)
Now, I'm not really a sports person. Maybe I am, but I just haven't found my 'sport' yet. Actually, everyone is [a sports person], they just don't know their sport. Who knows, baka Sipa ang sport ko? Haha. So I don't really get addicted to those things. Tingnan mo, I got fed up with Tennis and their stupid, yellow, bouncing, balls. I'm done with WWE, kahit hindi naman siya Professional Wrestling. Hindi rin nagtagal sa'kin ang F1.
So after this FIFA Season (a season that I will make sure that England will conquer. ASS IFF.), I probably will forget about Beckham, Rooney, Gerrard, Robben, Ronaldo, Ronaldhino. See you guys in the next four years! 1st year college na 'ko!
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I was waiting for the Eng Vs. Tri game a while ago, and then when the game came up, I lost interest. I am a bad, bad footie fan. (Footie is Football. If you're used to the American way, Football is soccer. The rest of the world identifies with Football as Soccer, and Rugby as American Football. Kuha niyo?) Eh I knew what the results will be naman, which was England will win against Trinidad & Tobago. Which is rather quite obvious.
And with my Love Chronicles (may pangalan na ang aking problema sa pagibig. saucy! hahah.), I get this barfing feeling when I'm in front of food and I think of him. Which is hard, since I 'used' to be in front of food more often than not. Now I don't eat that much. Which kind of helps with the weight loss thing. I GUESS.
Aiyee! I love love the new bag that I bought from Artwork. Don't get me wrong, hindi ako mayaman. Utang lang yun from Daddy. LOL. I ain't supposed to splurge on anything, especially on bags, since I just bought an expensive one (I regret it.) from the Disney store in London, which was worth approximately 1,2oo pesos. Aiyayayay. I don't know how to tell Mom about the bag. Aylabbit. It's green-ish, with cute details in front. I was supposed to get the pink one, but I have TONS of pink stuff already. I'm practically turning Pink. NOT.
And yup, surprisingly, someone asked me bakit TagLish na raw ako sa blog. It's because I didn't get to do my 'All-Tagalog' post during the Independence Day, kaya ayon... And it's kind of fun, really. hahah. I sound superficial. Yaak.
I want DSL and I want it NOW. I sound like a brat (hence, my email.). But really, I do. I will get to do far more stuff with DSL. Actually, muntik na kaming mag SmartBro, but some friend of my mom said na mahina daw ang signal ng SmartBro dito. Eh badtrip. I want WIFI! Oh well, I guess you just can't get everything is this world of ours. That is life for you, sweetie.
Instructions :The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged, need to write a blog of their 6 weird habit/things, as well as state this rule clearly.. in the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I love my glasses.
=-Becauusee... my glasses [for me] define my character. Without the glasses, I'm just "Vicky, Justin's mom". With the glasses, I'm "Vicky, Justin's nerdy mom who wears glasses."
The latter had more character, didn't it? Don't deny it, people. This line, "So ano ako, nerd?" is practically one of my overused, understated line right after, "You actually expect me to believe that?"
2. I tend to finish books in Powerbooks.
=-I find it weird. Yeah, I do. I mean, cheap lang naman, why not buy them? There's a reason. Number 1, mapapamahal pa ko if I buy. I read them faster than you can say David Beckham, so it's practically a waste. But of course, if it's good, then I'll buy them. Number 2, I'm usually over at powerbooks when I'm in a mall or something. So I always have time to read.
3. I hate wrong grammar.(Sa guys lang naman.)
=-When I have a crush on a guy, I usually make sure na matalino sila in some aspect (hence, the perfectionista in me.). Now, I had a crush on this guy, na super daming maling grammar sa "about me" niya sa friendster. I was like, SUPER TURNED-OFF. I didn't have a crush on him until I saw him the next schoolyear, 'cause he lost weight and he looked really good. But because of the grammar thing, I don't have a crush on him anymore. That guy isn't the guy that I like now. Eww, no. I hope not. No, hindi yan. LOL.
4. Halos mabali na ang leeg ko kakahanap ko sa crush ko sa mall. Or actually, anywhere I go.
=-Yeah. AND WHEN I LOOK FOR HIM, I NEVER FIND HIM. I almost did at one instance. I thought I saw his cousin and his sister, AND SILA NGA YUN! Holy crap, maybe he even saw me! Maybe he didn't recognize me 'cause I looked different (hullo, vicky, sporting a mini? eek, no. that's not me. pero i have a mini. hahah!). Lesson is, never look or expect. 'Cause it'll never happen. Now, with the he's-my-classmate-thing, I thought about it nung summer, but I forgot EVERYTHING about it until I looked for him, so it's too late for God to change my classmates.
I was so paranoid cause no one was telling me kung ano section niya...
5. I sing when the song is good, and sometimes, I even dance!
=- Sa bahay, I dance. But I have been caught by Ms. Cora and Ms. Divine singing before. I used to do it a lot. Even at school. I'd ask them, Give me a song nga... And it pisses Chiara and sometimes, Mom out a lot. Lalo na si Chiara. ahah. Even right now, even if my throat hurts, I still sing (Yellowcard's playing eh! hahah.). This tonsil thing is making me a crap singer, but oh well.
6. I say pare, tshong, dooood a lot. Even LOL!
=- I am not talking about Y!M here. I am talking about reality (Oh, the sad thing about reality. Everything is better online. But that is life for you.). Sa school, I'd be like, "Yo, PAREH, whatsup?". It pisses the hell out of my mom, but she got used to it. Haha!
DO I REALLY HAVE TO TAG? wag na, pwede? i mean, everyone'll be tagged nanaman eh. OH FINE.
I'll tag... uhm... lia, andrea, yna, jeniffer, astrid and faye.
I'm going nuts over that High School Musical Commercial. Yung merong sintunadong kumakanta ng... "It's hard to believee!!!". Wow, pareeh.
I've been saying PARE a lot after this summer. Angelique commented, "Wag mong sabihin na natutunan mo yan sa London."
Speaking of which, I'm really getting down with this stress thing. I SLEPT AT 8:00 LAST NIGHT!!!!! What the hell is up with that? I never slept at 8 since I was like... 7!!! I even missed That 70's show!
God, it is so darn hard to be classmates with your crush. PARE ANG HIRAP. Wanna bet?
No, actually, it's hard this time around. Nung crush ko si Nicole, hindi naman ganun eh. I mean, he was like, my classmate, pero nothing was wrong with me. Ngayon, I'm like, PARANOID, TSHONGG! Everything I do involves "him". Or atleast, thinking of him.
And take note, marami ring "ganun". I won't bother explaining "ganun", cause I can't explain it without sounding supeficial or something. Basta "ganun" (in my world) is a short eye contact. Well, maybe not short, basta NAGTINGINAN kayo. Maraming "ganun" between us two.
Now, because of those "ganun"s, i'm so confused. I don't know. Maybe he's sending the wrong signs, maybe i'm misinterpreting them...maybe he isn't even sending ANY! holy crap, i'm nuts.
anyways, i'll cure myself with some food and i'll talk about the amusing things about SECTION 16. yeah boy.
Sorry, maybe this high school thing is taking it's toll on me. I'm so nuts.
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I got too lazy to tell the amusing things about 16, so maybe I'll just do that at some time when I feel the section-ism thing going on. But really, I am glad to have my classmates. Not because of the 'crush on section' thing (i'd be glad-ish if he weren't my classmate.), but they are utterly hilarious. Yeah. This school year is going to be a roller-coaster ride.
Also, I got my mani-pedi a while ago. Actually, pedi lang. I didn't choose the mani thing, it's pretty darn useless. Hahah. I'm a virgin when it comes to these stuff. Not because I DON'T clean my nails, I just DIMY. Do It MySelf. They look pretty darn cute! yeyyy.
You know, there's this weird thing about me when I'm in school. And yes, it involves the crush again. (Pasensya na. Para namang hindi kayo nasanay nung in love ako kay Nicole. hahah.)
YOU, yes you (even if I figured that you don't read my blog.But sometimes, I happy that you don't. Pero most of the time, I'D HOPE THAT YOU DO.), INIIWASAN MO BA AKO? ANO BA??????????????????? Aydamnit. This is stressing me out and I can't even talk to you! (Tshong, nakausap nga kita nung ano eh... palaro. BAKIT NGAYON HINDI?). It seems to me that you're avoiding me, pero lagi kitang nahuhuli! (-labo )
AYAN. Nag'sign-out tuloy. Si Chiara eh!!!
Oh never mind.
I can't take it.
Every sight makes the feeling stronger.
Every look makes me melt.
Stop.
Your soundful laugh
Makes me chuckle,
Your voice
Make me scream inside.
I count every dream that I have
Of you, me.
Dancing through the night,
Kissing the evening away.
I wish I'd be picked up,
So I can talk to you.
Hear you talk.
Hear you laugh.
I hope I can share
Whatever I have with you.
My dreams, my life.
The love that I have.
But now, I see that
It can't happen.
You're with them,
They'll never approve.
I don't know if I love you.
Maybe I do.
Whatever happens,
I'll be yours.
God, I'm hungry.
I'm cramming right now, and I can't resist blogging. If I don't blog this, I won't be able to concentrate AT ALL.
Being classmates wih someone that you really like can pretty much be a gift AND a curse.
Gift in the sense that you get to see that person all the time, and you can easily communicate to him in any manner.
Curse in the sense that you can't do anything without thinking of that person. Everything you do involves thinking of him.
AND THAT HINDERS ME A GREAT DEAL FROM DOING MY HOMEWORK! gadamnit.
I wanna cry. LOL.
I have become entirely paranoid about ants in our household, eversince the Ants-trying-to-take-over-the-computer-desk thing. I look down at the keyboard to see if any ants were crawling every second, and I look around the desk to find out where they come from. Smart ants really. Yesterday, I wiped them all out from the wall. Today, I'm still surprised to see them. I looked behind the computer, but they didn't come from there. Then I noticed that they all came from the left side, so I checked it out. A-hah, there are the little critters, crawling their way to my sanctuary.
What I did was I got tissue and put Baygon in it (even if it was designed for cockroach-killing.), then wiped the little crawlies off the desk. They really, really buggered me a great deal. They seem to be in the most inconvenient places, and they're pissing me off a LOT. I hate ants. 'Nuff said.
Aiyee. I love the Angel guy in X-men. And I hate the scriptwriters for not giving him a lot of scenes. And he really looks like Yellowcard's lead singer, Ryan Key. Swear. The square jaw and the blonde hair, my gosh. But with all the touring and stuff, I'd doubt Ryan Key would ever have the time to star in a movie. By the way, the Angel guy, Ben Foster, has nice pecs. Woohoo. I love him. hahah.
See?
And speaking of Yellowcard, their next single after "Rough Landing, Holly", will be "Down On My Head". I learned that after spending time Wikipedia-ing. That website is so darn useful. Haha. And speaking of which, i also researched about people who celebrate their being-an-age-older at the same day as I do. And I found out that... Emmy Rossum (Christine in Phantom of the Opera, and she's in Poseidon rin.) and Yao Ming celebrate the same birthday as I do. And Johnny Cash died at the day of my birth, and America launched a full-wage war against Iraq. Aww, how sad. Really, when I was in grade 2, I just woke up with everyone in the living room, and how sad it is to see 2 airplanes practically crushing the Twin Towers. That was a birthday to remember, really.
Ryan Key pala was born on December 17. I saw it eh. Lucky person/people, whoever they are that were born on the 17th day of December. Teka, I think I remember someone born on the 17th, I'm not sure if they were born on December though. Oh well.
Have you ever felt so secure and understood with someone that you don't even know so well? How about feeling happy? I don't understand. I say I'm not, but they say I am. Who should I believe? I mean, I sure enjoy talking to him, and it sends ultra-chills in my spine when I'm around him. He's so different from the other people. He does listen, and he also talks. He tells of experiences, feelings, moods and opinions about numerous stuff. He doesn't talk to me just for the sake of it. Maybe he is, but I'd doubt it. I can't emphasize how different he is. How special he is--atleast, for me.
We do like the same stuff, watch the same stuff. And he is very interesting. I find him really smart too. Being with him, is having the best of both worlds (whichever worlds that they are).
Oh darn, maybe they're right.
I suppose that's how it is when you're in love.
But how am I supposed to know? I can't fall in love, I'm only 12, for Christ's sake. It's a huge "DOI" in my face. Plus, I hugely doubt that he likes me as well.
I'm so tired of hoping, wishing and wanting. I actually want to get something that I want.
But really, undermining the circumstances (I just love that phrase.), it'll lead to another frail heart. I want to stop, I hope I can. I believe I can. I just don't have the will to do so.
So maybe I just really really like him. Who knows?
God, I need a visit to the psychologist.
Why? A question that can be answered with a great deal of uncertainty.(whatever that means). Why? A question often asked....
Now, it's my time to ask..
Bakit...
Talaga nga naman. Separated pa. English at Tagalog. haha!
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I find it funny, that some negative things, can create really beautiful relationships. Like Ms. Alon and mine. Or Sofia's and mine.
Really, they're one of the many things to prove that, there really are some beautiful things that can spring from bad things.
So now you have a reason not to feel bad.
Woah, man. I feel so high. Graaabe. Hoy, I'm not taking drugs ah. Pero seriously. Woohoo.
Check out this blog. Let's hope I won't get imprisoned by putting his link. A-hah, I'll become a juvenile deliquent. Poor mee. Grabe, laughtrip, pareeh. Ka'birthday ko yan. ;)
And yeah, we checked out yung multiply nung sister ni superman. WAAAH. Bachoy, bachoy. Bachoy.
But oh well, they have a GORGEY familia. I love them all. I am so jealous.
Yaaak. I don't love his sister ah. Lesbo, Lesbo. Ew. Hahha.
I am in a really good mood.
Grabe, tshong. Hahah.
Yan tuloy, I feel like being a potty-mouth.
Oh well. hahah.
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Hahah. I just read Princess' blog. Ginanahan tuloy akong mag'post ulit. Gagaya rin ako.
Tsk tsk. Gwapo ni Batman at ni Robin noh?
HAHA.
I'm so whacked. I'm a looney toon. I'm one with Bugs and Daffy. =))
Too bad I can't show their pretty faces.
Whatta shame. But then, you'll never know who's reading your blog... Am I right?
Yeah, princess. Alabshoo.
We shall be sisters-in-law in the future.
Oh my God, my brain can't shut up. LoL.
I really want to apologize to Ate Steff, Andrea, Yna and Sarah. 'Cause I promised them layouts and I haven't done them yet.
I am a busy, busy chick. Basta, I promise, I'll give it to you guys soon.
"City Of Devils"
Man once sang to me
Look at you saving the world on your own
And I wonder how things gonna be
'Cause the time here it passes so slow
In a city of devils we live
A city of devils we live
Find somebody to learn
Boy you gotta love someone more than yourself
I can feel the fire of the city lights burn
It's hard to find angels in hell
[Chorus]
Flying along, and I
Feel like I don't belong and I,
Can't tell right from the wrong, why,
Have I been here so long
In a city of devils we live
A city of devils we live
Questions I can't seem to find
To the answers I already have
And you can't see the sky here at night
So I guess I can't make my way back
[Chorus]
What if I wanted you here right now
Would you fall in the fire burn me down
If I wanted you here right now
Would you fall in the fire burn me down
If I wanted you here right now...
In a city of devils we live
In a city of devils we live
A city of devils we live
In a city of...
[Chorus]
I don't belong
Don't belong
I've been here too long
Too long
:)
Food update:
I think I am going to have ulcer sometime in the future. Come on, most of the stuff that i 'drank' yesterday were bottles of coke. And Nestea Iced Tea. Yung nasa bottle. And I only ate the jumbo-sized, cheese-flavored french fries from Potato Corner (I love Potato Corner. Woohoo.) yesterday. Yun lang talaga.
Sometime, these things that I do will be taking its toll on me.
HALA. I might get ulcer. Or maybe... I'm becoming ana (anorexic) without me knowing it! Ewww. Noo!
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Anorexic-nosity aside, let's stay positive and let me tell you what I did yesterday.
I went to Town with my 'date', Princess. Woohoo.
Actually, I had an appointment with Mr.D (Mr. Dentist. or Mr. M, whatever I feel like calling him. M stands for Marquez. Yes, we have the same surname. That is so cool. Hihi.), and he told me that my top row of teeth are already aligned, and the wire that he put in my [top row] teeth is the end-wire already. And it is soo thick.
Funny thing is, I only had 5 sessions with him (I missed the May session. Because of our trip to London.), while I was supposed to have 6. I started last January, remember?
So maybe he'll cut my 2 years to 1&1/2 nalang. Hehehe. I changed my rubber to color green, as I promised Yani that I will.
Back to the 'date', I just walked from the Dentist's office to ATC (It's just near). Quite fun, really.
Then Princess and I watched Benchwarmers.
Before the movie started, Princess and I were like, talking in our normal voices, and we're like, the noisiest people in the theatre. Oh well. The movie was sooo funny! Even if the scene was the 'drama' scene, they inculcated funny stuff in it!
Woo. I love Rob Schneider.
I also bought this Rina Albert-designed small notebook. I love the front page.
Then we just went around...and around... and around...
Can't wait for the 13th.
Hoy, go online...
Or... maybe...
State Evitandolo?
Remember that book that I was reading? Bergdorf Blondes?
Okay, so maybe I wouldn't count on that.
On the Bergdorf Blondes, the main character (her name was never mentioned. but she is not blonde.) can't eat anything for over a week when she's in love.
I can't eat anything. Except liquid stuff. You can't eat liquid stuff. It's either you slurp them or drink 'em or something. So I really can't eat anything. 'Cause if I do, I'll end up barfing.
Does that mean anything?
No.
I'm over-reacting.
Yep, I just am.
Then why do I have this twisted feeling in my stomach since yesterday?!
Agh, forgive me. Maybe I'm over-reacting again.
What do YOU THINK?
PLEASE.
Good morning! I am up at the brink of dawn... Oh wait a second, the sun just rose. Aw men, that was a good starting line. Oh well.
It's almost 6:00 (It's quarter to 6 on my clock.), and that means I just woke up early. Oh my, there HAS to be something wrong with me. Well, I slept at 10:oo p.m. last night, which I think is really 'abnormal' for someone like me who stays up late all the time. And I even slept when I reached home after school (I was completely tired. I have no idea why. Everything just felt surreal. Just like in the art gallery in London. Heehee.). This is not like me. It's mom's fault, she made me adjust to the 1o:oo bed time. Hmph. Who has a bed time nowadays? Oh well, it's for my own good anyways. Hahah. Good girl.
Anyways, does any of you have any clue what it means when you keep on dreaming of something? Or maybe it means nothing, I'm just over-reacting. 'Cause I have never, in my history of the dreams-that-I-remembered, have I dreamed of something most of the time.
But other people say that dreams are wishes that your heart makes (si Cinderella nagsabi nun.). Some say that dreams mean something else.
This is creeping me out, man.
This night I dreamt of borrowing the cellphone of this certain 'someone' (the someone that I have been dreaming about for days already. It's always different. ). Now, what's funny is that...
- the cellphone that I borrowed was not his phone, but rather, Patrick's phone (one of my kiddies.). But in my dream, it was his phone. Baka bumili ng bago. haha. Do you even get it? His cellphone unit is different, but in this dream, the unit of his phone was similar to Patrick's.
- I also did the Can-I-borrow-your-phone-thing with Nicole last year, 'cause he wanted to take a picture of Angelique so bad.
- And the funnier thing is, Lorenzo asked me yesterday, "Can I borrow your phone?"
Oh boy, maybe that's the result of the surreal thing yesterday.
And I still can't believe it.
I might be over-reacting.
Oh Lord, help me.
P.S. Him is also my classmate. Maybe that's what bore the dream.
If you thought that was weird. I had a set of more weirder dreams. Within the range of weird and reallllyyy nice.
I'm thinking of putting back the title option in the blog, and just leaving it blank when I have no title to think of at all.
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We had our orientation today. I had this quesy, first-day school feeling, and I keep on yawning on the car. Anyways, as my mom was driving on the way to Gate 6, we were listening to the soundtrack of the Phantom of the Opera (All I Ask of You, to be specific.). When I went down, I almost went deaf. Ganun pala talaga pag first day of school. Everyone was talking to someone, all fooling around, greeting the friends that they missed over the summer. I was greeted by Angeli and Katherine with a loud, "Micky!". They said it together. Kat sad "Mommy!" , Angeli said "Vicky!", so it sounded like Mickey. I hugged them both, and I went searching for Princess. My date. Yihee. Haha.
So, I bonded with my friends and former classmates, went looking for my section. I am so happy with my classmates this year (I feel so bad saying this. haha. ). I mean, I have had almost the same classmates for 4 straight years (the 'smart-asses'). This year, most of 'us' had other sections. Of course I'll feel bad (No more Justin to hug me and greet me everytime! :( Mommy!), but it's pretty fine. I'll really miss Justin. He's my baby boy! *sob*
(Here comes the :(( emoticon.) I mean, I have practically stayed with them for the whole gradeschool! But you know, time to meet new people.
Actually, my classmates this year are not-so new. There were ones from grade 3 (si Jose Miguel. hahah. ) some were from grade 4, and some were from grade five. There were really few new students though, and they're intimidating me already. Ah well, whatever.
I think I'll be loving this school year. ;)
Things change, people move on, and every single person grows.
Sometimes we have to leave things, make sacrifices, big and small. We find room to grow. Becoming a little bit more independent as years pass, learning new things. Loving strange things. Becoming friends, becoming enemies. Passing tests, failing tests.
Ah well, time to conquer highschool.
I was reading this blog days ago, and this blog has a topic about Havaianas. I regret that I have forgotten the URL of this certain blog, but I must say, she really has strong posts and meaningful ideas. I promise that when I get the URL, I will put it here, so you too can see her fantastic blog.
So back to Havaianas. She says that she finds them impractical. That they're a 'nicer' version of the Filipino tsinelas. Well, if they really were made in the Philippines, I would have joined her side. But they were made in Brazil. And Brazilians certainly don't know of tsinelas. She says she also finds them too 'casual' to wear to school. Also unethical. And impractical. Imagine, splurge a thousand bucks on a pair of slippers that closely resemble a local brand, Beach Walk?! Yes, it is impractical. But I keep on craving for Havaianas because they're my 'comfort' footwear. And so does everyone else who are fans of flip-flops. My feet feel safe in them. I feel comfortable with them. And if you come and think about it, they're practically 'practical' in some account. I mean, they last a long way, they go with any of your outfits unlike some heels that you have to pair with something so that it'll look good. And they're very comfortable. From the positive point of view, it's good that Filipino tsinelas are really taking a toll on the fashion industry -- even if they aren't known as the latter.
Currently, I already have 4 pairs of Havaianas. One is a white one -- Havaianas High, acquired last year for my birthday. Then I bought an orange one with Hibiscus designs, and a Pink one. Then awhile ago, I bought the England one (OOHHH YES!). My favorite so far is the England one. And my feet could have never felt so comfortable.
Nina tagged me,so I'll do it. Quite fun thinking of the answers.
Instructions:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover.
2. He/she needs to mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.
3. He/she must tag 8 more people to join this game and leave a comment on their respective sites announcing that they have been tagged.
4. If tagged a second time, there's no need to post again.
- Hot.
Sex Gods and Princes don't hurt
- Cool.
Hey, you're asking for the perfect lover.
- Smart.
I find it hot when a guy wears glasses. BUT, it depends on who's wearing 'em. But generally, yeah. And I am really afraid for a guy who has nothing to say for himself.
- He should accept me for who I am. In other words, non-judgemental.
But really, you know. Most guys aren't judgemental. That's why they're perfect bestfriend material.
- Sweet.
If you're a girl, and you have existed for more or less, 12 years of age, this characteristic is on the top of your list. Or at least is in your list.
- Loves books.
This is somewhat related to my nerd-esque streak. I find it absolutely charming to find a guy reading something even a magazine in Powerbooks. Even manga's fine with me. Because a guy who loves reading understands and thinks hard. And not fickle.
- He should baby me.
I love being babied. You know, all the mushy stuff. NOT the bottle-feeding and nappy-changing.
- Friend.
He should be whatever that defines a good friend. Nice, understanding, caring and everything. I don't exactly have a bestfriend, so if I do, I would want it to be him.
I'm home already. :) The 2 flights were good, London - Dubai, Dubai - Manila. But I enjoyed the Dubai-Manila flight more because practically everyone around us are mga Filipinos rin. Funny, when we reached the gate in Dubai, on the way to Manila, there was this whole sea of Filipinos. Big, small, any size, color and status. I was like, Did I miss anything here? May convention? It was pretty cool, 'cause it made me feel like I'm home already. Everyone's mingling, bringing all their heavily-loaded Balikbayan boxes, the TVs , DVD Players and Stereos bought in Dubai, talking on the phone - all are eager to see their loved ones in Manila. I was smiling to myself, iba talaga kapag Pinoy. Talaga nga naman. And then we had to be fetched in the bus to the ginormous airplane, and then there were these middle-aged men who were talking. I couldn't help but eavesdrop. And I also couldn't help laughing. I always love to listen to those kind of conversations that men have -- I mean, the ones when they talk about work and joke around about stuff.
Kudos to me, I didn't barf in both flights. That was hard, especially on the London- Dubai flight. Holy Fudge, the three people in front of us, wow, the smelled so awful. Hopefully they won't read this post and remember me. As if. My mom said they weren't from Saudi, so she assumed they were somehow Indian. I didn't eat a lot. Which is much to say for someone my size. And that didn't eat a lot part means I only ate a couple of bites. A few french fries and a chicken nugget. Plus 2 bars of chocolates. Those were what kept me alive during the flight. Wow, I can be anorexic. As if I'd want to. Even if chubby - or say, fat - I would never ever choose to be anorexic over my body. I love the way I am. I have proper insulation, I'm huggable. It's really not that bad.