Tuesday, February 28, 2006

sAme oLd, sAme oLd


sorry ha. ayoko lang talagang pumasok. i spent the last four days in sinful bliss. wala. totaaaal laziness. ang sarap. bitin. shit, gusto ko nang mag-summer... :p

i did nothing productive nung looong weekend. ha. never mind na nagpatong-patong yung mga gagawin namin... pucha naman o... grumble. waaaah.

this shall explain why i most probably will be a bitch for the next few days... :p labyuall... :D

Saturday, February 25, 2006

rAw, bAby, rAw!!!


right now i am a blubbering ninny and today is the best day of my life and i can die and go to heaven and so my dreams tonight shall be filled with images of edge's ass, trish's boobs, rob van dam's cheeks, carlito's afro, john cena's bloody forehead, ric flair's sagging pecs... whaaa!!! lahat na!!! i am crazy. crazy. gooooosh... i love this show, this game, this freaking institution!!! kick-ass baby!!!

i saw him!!! god, i diiid!!! he was on the bus and i was his freaking faaaaaan!!! pucha, asteeeeeeeg!!!



(me at dorm, after raw... sabog!!!)

(waaaah!!!)

*pix of the event itself and a more understandable recollection of this night shall follow!!! :p

Friday, February 24, 2006

sPeCiaL poWeRs


they succeeded in stopping the armed forces but they may not stop the people.

if push comes to shove, i shall head on over to wherever the action is and scream my guts out. and tomorrow's front page shall bear my face among the crowd, as tradition in this family.

[kuwento ko lang, ang cute kaseeeh: my grandparents, mom side, was in visayas then, since my grandfather was a mining engineer. daddy poop being a ladies man (hahaha), my grandmother, mommy lily, accompanied him there. and so, while the country underwent a revolution and something powerful was happening in EDSA, the grandparents called home, to paranaque, to ask daddy poop's brother, tito dodo, to reign in the daughters. my mom is the third sa four belen girls. and so tito dodo told my grandparents to not worry. then, he went out of the house to start the car, and called out to the sisters, two of which were in up, one in la salle. (the youngest was still in high school, st. rita, methinks.) the next day, when marcos had been driven out of the palace, tito dodo's face was plastered in the front page. cool.

tito dodo is a freaking rich bastard by now. wala lang. he's just so... aloof right now. hai. i can't imagine him in any rally. or ina sweaty crowd. it just goes to show what oppression can make you feel and do.]

fucking hell, wwe better not be cancelled.

<<-->>

2:00-ish -- prof. randy david's camp, atty. argee guevarra. "we are not being arrested. babalik kami sa hanay namin."

prof. david: "i just want to know if you're arresting us."

police person not in uniform: "yes, you are being arrested." tang'na mo, wag mo kong iinglesin.

"on what basis?"

"under gma's proclamation 1017."

the way prof. david kept his head up (literally) and unbending and unyeilding even when some policeman's hands reached up and tried to push it down so he could enter the car. what a proud, proud man. i have nothing but admiration for him. go, prof.

he shook hands with a freaking general and negotiated, talked nice and polite, even. stop the dispersal, he said. the people are not armed. they might get hurt. and then general got a phone call.

"i consider it an act of treachery... i thought i knew general rodovan. i thought that... a certain level of decency can still be found in the armed forces."

prof. david: thoroughly unconstitutional, that proclamation.

"delikado. maraming estudyante."

teka, what the hell am i doing here?

because im scared.

<<-->>

sen. biazon: the president does not have the right to do something as unconstitutional as a warrantless arrest. the police can't invoke the proclamation 1017. this does not, in any way, provide the president special powers.

okay.

what is prof. david being arrested for, the senator asks. laughing.

<<-->>

the entire presidential family is in malacanang. i wonder what the president must be thinking now.

<<-->>

a man is being beaten. he is smiling.

another man is being beaten. putangina. kailangan bang saktan? he threw a freaking rock. it didn't even hit you, fuckers. tapos, as they walked away, one came back and hit him in the stomach. fuckers, lily-livered cowards. fuckerrrrs.

nakakapanggalaiti!!! putangina!!!

<<-->>

rest first. but i'll return. pray for our country, peeps.

<<-->>

free merienda sa malacanang. let's all go! (demmit.)

Thursday, February 23, 2006

tHe otHer dUde suCks


sucks what? ahahaha.

i have stumbled upon the blogs of sum people. buwahaha. stalker na 'to...

oki. sasha. calm down. go onnnn. calm down.

<<-->>

i am a loser. i will go to filipino class. i have nothing else to do naman kasi dun eh. after that, i do my sevice hours. (asar, nasira sked ko.) tas i go to the arnis thingy. yey-ness. then practice. i have 3 hours to go pa. kasi naman, for 25 pesos... puchaaaaa.

<<-->>

stacy keibler is so effing hot. wah. she's endless, baby. endless. she's so hot pa. go on, stacy! step on drew lachey!!! gooo, damn eeet!!! hahaha.

and i love that american idol girl contestant. (wow, how precise.) yung the last one. yung voice coach yung mudra niya. oki. not that anyone cares about what i think of amidol.

<<-->>

any minute now, gabie will lash out and then proceed to wring my neck. asteeg.

<<-->>

read "white horses" by alice hoffman. im still at page 36 but so far, it is sooo cool. incest, baby. haha. *oki, disclaimer thingie: incest is a coool literary device thingie chuchu but it's so... not nice in real life. pwede ba, freakazoids?! aherm.

<<-->>

he is a poet. who? huwag ka na. epal ka, nagesesenti ako.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

i sMelL piZzA cRuSt


grabeeeh. hindi ako na-adsa. wahoo. pero marami pa rin akong gagawin... i would have to type five looong papers for my portfolio. puchaaah. tas yung sa botany pa. tas yung sa botany lab na ang sarap kalimutan. tas meron pang sa botany lab na mas malapit. tas may report pa sa lit ng poetry analysis. tas personal essay. tas oral exams sa lit. tas written exams sa lit. tas sparring. tas... shiyeeeeht.

mrs. ma. luz s. villanueva, my beloved (aherm aherm) principal sa harrell ay dumagdag sa aking malabundok na trabaho. kailangan kong gumawa ng testi. as in testimonial. nope, ende sa friendster although that's what i first thought.

she's nominated for "principal of the year" award. now, i won't say anything na kasi i love her, kahit papano so i will just shaddup. that's the wise thing to do...

fine. i will have to meet my former principal tomorrow. shit na malagkit o, kailangan magmukhang matino. golden girl chu-chu ever.

sus. whateverrrr.

<<-->>

researching on the human genome project. and then it hit me: i have groupmates. wah. HELP!!!

<<-->>

haha, i found sum blogs of sum blockmates. buwahaha. this is an excerpt from steph's lj:

Flamenco + fencing + literary prowess = the perfect catch!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Leave it to the quiet ones to get all wildthang on you. They're tricky creatures, boys.



apparently, we both had the same blog entry topic. kewl.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

:p

<<-->>

i will do stuff. toodles na talaga. labshu, beloved.

wHatcHu sAy?


ang daming gagawin. ang daming mangyayari. i might even get a disciplinary action from adsa. waaaah. coolness. lupeeeht.

im too nervous to continue blogging.

bless me.

toodles...

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

yOu giVe mE fEveR


just came from a lit play practice. ya know: the one in which i have one and a half lines. it's great, actually. fantastic. i love my role.

i am not bitter and enraged. not at all.

<<-->>

you learn something new everyday -- that's what i luv to say. and i just learned that gino, gino, gino is a flamenco dancer. yes, those guys with no bones at all in killer outfits. that flamenco dancer. a fencer, a taekwondo person thingy and a flamenco dancer. a flamenco dancer that has a recital this saturday at the rcbc theater. a flamenco dancer.

god.

<<-->>

i have secret thoughts. i have to write. really write.

toodles.

Monday, February 20, 2006

freAking kaLaChuChi


i have nothing much to say. bakit pa ba ako nag-blahg??? well. uber-excited for wrestling. that's a given. tas super-duper happy cuz is spent the weekend with my family. tapos... wala na. haha. tamad ampu.

chige, babush.

<<-->>

aish, meron pala. ive got a part in the play. a speaking role. i have two lines. yes, ladies and gents. two glorious lines. and i die before i even get to finish the second one. ain't life grand?!

i am not at all bitter. haha. better to be not in the play than in it with one and a half lines. i wish i was lucrezia. sexual banter. haha. steph's got the part naman eh and it's perfect for her. hehe... just a way to channel the "palpable sexual tension" between her and the guy playing bluebeard.

<<-->>

oki. i discovered na marami pala akong sasabihin.

i don't like my english class. everyone knows that. the people are so... different from me but they're all the same. i know that's a shallow thing. it's even a bad thing, about the not-accepting-other-people's-shit blah blah blah. but ganun eh. im human. it's in my nature to be capricious. and life's fantastic because of it...

oki. now what? i smell like freaking kalachuchi. hey, i like the sound of that. freaking kalachuchi.

i might name my first collection of poems and short stories "freaking kalachuchi." ay, alahvet!!!

<<-->>

kailangan nang mag-seryosos sa pag-aaral. wah. yup, yup, yup. lakas ng vibes ko na im gonna get uber-tired soon. papers. reports. plays. sparrings. exams. damn it. kayang-kaya ko 'toh.

yeaaaaaahbaaaah.

Friday, February 17, 2006

nAghaHanAp Ng pRobLemA


look, mister, i do not have a hickey and you would absolutely have nothing to do with it if ever i do have one! kapalmuks, gago. :p

<<-->>

sakit ng ulo kaka-configure ng wi-fi... nabura ko yata yung connection ko sa rizal libe. tanga, shiyeht. wah. fucker much.

ive got nothing to blog about. im so sleepy. and hungry. wah. tama na yan, inuman na...

Thursday, February 16, 2006

liFe iS goOd


surprisingly, im having the time of my life. walang pressure, walang hassle. that's why im taking it slow, taking my time and actually looking for pressure and hassle. kulhet ko no? i tell myself na i just have the initiative, blah-blah, that im not procrastinating. sus. im just weird.

yup.

so im studying for botany, english, math and even filipino just because. wala lang. certain things have made me realize lots of philosophical stuff. one of them is that since my course is really, er, out of this world ("ayun ba yung course para sa magandang lettering?" chuchu: credits to jev!!!) i have to face the fact na my life isn't gonna be as easy as i want it to be. it's been said lots of times na if you want to get rich, you'd rarely do so by being a writer.

hai. eh alam niyo naman ako. tigas ng ulo. haha.

even before i entered ateneo, i know what i would be facing. i know that compared to the rest of the world, my work sucks. promise. and recent happenings have showed me how true that is. [read: being bashed by the 'higher powers.' snort.] i've trouble writing academically. my fiction (the only thing that i thought i have going for me) sucks. my poetry is comparatively laughable. (reminds me of 'ay, flowers.') the only thing i have going for me is my "serious personal writing."

i don't want to cannibalize myself. i don't. look at the sidebar, where the words of stephen king has been posted. yun. ayaw ko nun.

sigh. pero this is my, er, idea: "if im gonna be a failure in the real world, i won't be a failure in that failure." basta. parang ganun. [ang tagal kong nagmunimuni... haha.]

binasa ko yung quote. pucha, walang sense. haha.

ang isang worry ko lang naman is that baka wala akong mapapala. you know. no talent. tas naisip ko rin naman na siguro naman may matututunan ako dito sa ateneo. kaya nga ako nag-aaral, diba? well. e pano kung ang nangyari eh wala na talagang gustong magbasa ng libro? hindi na profitable ang books, writing, etc.

tapos naisip ko uli: napakapessimistic ko naman. ende naman ako ganito eh.

tapos sinagot: sasha, that's not pessimism. you're just being pragmatic.

tapos sinagot ulit (nagalit na kasi): tang'na mo. pwede ba? leemeealown!!!

tapos tahimik. tapos, naisip ko na lang, shiyet, nababaliw na ko.

ayokong mag-management. yuckerrrsss. haha.

<<-->>

to nikay: darling dear, you have to tell me where you got that "im your papi" shirt kasi my mother's buying. haha. directions? puweash???

<<-->>

im so proud of myself. i didn't say one word. not even eye contact. waaaahooo.

ay, pathetic. snort.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

emOtioNal sHoRthAnd


i got my first D, ladies and gentlemen. oh god, the horror. haha. literary analysis is just not my turf. cry.

so is, i discovered, literature itself. well then. my poems are laughable and my fiction is, as one heights person put it, "feeling goth." shit. shit. shit for brains.

bahala kayo. i'll write until the end of the world.

<<-->>

i really suck at english and lit. (already, i can hear isel's words: "ano ba!!! you're too hard on yourself!!!") but i really do. grabe. iba. if this is my first year of college writing, ano pa kaya yung next three years?! shit na malagkit, pano na 'ko?!

pero i know naman na in an unseen way (hardly felt too) these classes of miss lin have been helping me. true, true. ewan ko lang ha, kung paano. basta. siguro 'pag nagka-apo na ako tas kailangan nila ng tulong sa socio-cultural thingies nila eh magkakasilbi ako. fantastic.

<<-->>

the words of arlo bates, from verne's notecards:

"It has often been remarked that authors are apt to be most fond of works that are not their best, and it is notorious that the most passionately poetic mood may be that in which a writer produces his least effective compositions... In the aroused, imaginative, ecstatic mood, every word is suggestive, every phrase full of meaning, each sentence rich with emotion. The writer who is carried away by his feelings is apt to go beyond the range of his judgment. He puts down the sign of his mood in language intelligible only to himself. He writes a sort of emotional shorthand, illegible to every eye except his own. To him it may remain beautiful because to him it recalls the exact mood he produced it. To him it it the significant and sufficient memorandum of a thing beautiful and sublime; to others it is but a mass of words left by the elusive fancies which broke through language and escaped."

wala lang. natuwa ako. cute. haha. applicable. stuff like that. haha. genius.

<<-->>

urm... what? teka. ano?

i really need to get a life. and how does one define a life? food. pen and paper.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

lAyiNg tHem dOwn


best day of my life. joke.

wala lang. this was a totally stress-free day. never mind the bruises on my hands and legs. it was fun and, er, strain-free when i got them.

blahgetty blahgetty blah.

<<-->>

given it some thought... i shouldn't act like this. no, not like this. okay, let me elaborate.

i was in math class when i spaced out and thought about _______. gosh. wag naman. na-oobvious na. waaah.

<<-->>

i "may not(!) watch brokeback mountain." finally i have found the limits of my mom's liberal motherhood thingie. cool. hot men making out. maybe i shouldn't have told her about the torrid kissing. haha. my mom actually has sensibilities!!! kewl. you discover something new everyday.

sus, dolls making out was no biggie, kahit na uber-creepy. (bride of chucky -- i was how old?!)

nikay. kisses. bili mo ko wrestling shirt.

<<-->>

kweschun: do i "ask" my landlords to give me new cellphone? kasi naman, sasha... huwag ka nang makonsensya. there's nothing to feel guilty about. tulad nga ng sinasabi ng lahat ng nakapaligid sa'yo: it's not your fault.

so... wah.

<<-->>

i shall trace the history of my valentine's dayssss. because i am blah-thetic.

nung first year ako, si bryan jay yung "sumthing" ko. kaso nga lang si mineuard kaye yung lovey-doody niya. as in joke lang si bryan jay. kasi naman. hints hints siya. syempre, inosente pa ko nun. haha.

second year, i was trying to get over my break-up with warren. tang'na nun. haha, jooooooke. sweet, sweet guy. tas si don michael gleeful. gago.

third year. aba. junior prom. wahoo. iba 'to. the biggest scandal sa aking life, according to my peeps. alvaro joshua. aj. aj. aj. cute. kaso si bryan umeenter sa picture. epal. si ma'am cuenca naman talaga yung pinopormahan. tas si don michael. wala. isa pang malaking epal. grabe.

fourth year. ay, issue! haha. don michael. valentine's party. face painting. asus! it's over and done!!! haha. charing.

it may not seem it but all my VD's (venereal diseases, haha) were kinda sad. not sad as in pathetic sad. someone was always there to make me happy so they were happy but they were too grave. yung bang... ewan. hindi ko maexplain. wala rin ako sa mood para iexplain.

naks, lab nga naman oooh.

<<-->>

happy valentine's day, peepz. to quote our great blockhead, verne ahyong, "i love you all!"

Monday, February 13, 2006

sAveD


miss lin is so nice. nakakahiya. it's not a matter of pride. i know about the word "charity" and its connotations, babeeh. it's just... well... i know that i need it and im in such a tight bind na i can't pass this thing up.

16 + 20 = 36. come on, sasha. give yourself a treat. that's right. it's a treat. you don't have to feel guilty for feeding yourself. ano ba.

id have turned anorexic a long time ago if it weren't for the fact na it's just too ugly. haha. and bulimia is just a waste.

ay siya. ano ba.

<<-->>

i have a new laptop. ewan. we're strangers. she's so empty. even nami wasn't this empty before. god. kaya ko 'to. asus, eto lang. people lurve me. right? yan, pag walang sumagot... hehe...

i can always start fresh. yeah... go, sasha. goooo!!!

<<-->>

now, all i need is a phone. preferably one that attaches itself to my body. arrrgh.

<<-->>

too freaking giddy. haha, toodles.

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ps: i wuv u, nikay... :p haha...

pps: btw, thanks to sandi and jev for letting me drag them along... :p

Friday, February 10, 2006

mAsS of kNotTed muScLes


oki. my body hurts. especially my arms. and my thighs. and my back. and some parts of my "abs." it even hurts to type. wah.

arnis. god, it hurts.

no, i wasn't hit this time. we just ran around, waving our sticks like madmen. saya.

<<-->>

i talked to miss lin. waaah. it's nice. nice. nice. nice.

i won't make sense. im still muddled up inside. actually... well... im still moping, haha. pero ive gotten so much help from the Lord. lub you, bub. :D

i can't internalize right now. dapat emo post ito. as usual, hindi kaya ng aking terminally retarded mind. yeah. im supposed to be emoting right now... bout my family, my friends, learning lessons from unexpected people and happenings. things like that. things that matter.

pero tamad ako eh. we'll see, hehe... :p

<<-->>

many thanks to nikay, geru and verne for helping me out with the tickets!!! lifesavers, guys... :p heart.

<<-->>

im doing nothing. i shall go now. save emo for later when im feeling less... er, giddy. :D

Thursday, February 09, 2006

yOu cAn't tOuch tHis


you can't trust people. people are imperfect. people can hurt you.

you are the star of your life but all heroes go through hell.

shit happens.

yesterday was the worst day of my life. God bless you a swift death, Gie.

but i'll bounce back. sure, my naive faith in humanity has been somewhat shattered. but i can pick up the pieces, along with my soul, my ego, my self-esteem. and i can put them back together again. sure, i may not be able to breathe through my snot-filled nose but what the hell? that's life.

i will bounce back. there are people who love me and that's what matters. God loves me, no matter what i do. He has a funny way, though, of getting His points across.

anyway, i still love my life. ive cried in the past 24 hours harder than i want to remember. ganun talaga eh. babawi ako. it's gonna be hard and it's gonna be one hell of a ride but ive got new focus now and new weapons.

*insert swat theme here.*

love you guys. bisoux.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

cAutiOn: mEn tHinKing


this is from that Tickle thingie. that wazyourtrucolour thing. here are my results... not that you actually care. haha. wala lang, papanchin.

Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.


okay. this kind of scares me... hehe. am i this mental?! "serene and mysterious." snort. there is nothing serene about me. the rest though... i kinda think it's true. haha. pero ende masyado. neurotic na ba ko? waaaah.

sabi nga ni mommy my so-called neurosis is waning.

<<-->>

botany. wah. buti na lang hindi ko minemorize yung lahat ng hand-outs. first page lang yata ng bawat isa yung inexam. teka. what the hell is a pericycle?

speaking of "what the hell..." gino reported kanina sa english. cute, he was shaking. hehe. he kept saying "what the hell... what the heck...." steph said at the end of his report, "watch your mouth boy!"

waaaahoooo.

<<-->>

sabi ni gabie, we're going to have a new roommate. as in another carbon-based lifeform inside our tiny bombed room. wow. bodega-feel na nga kaming tatlo, may idadagdag pa? uhm, hello, the other room is freaking empty...

haha, gabie, riza and i trashed the place first before we left for school.

welcome, roommie.

<<-->>

i have to start doing something productive. hmm.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

aBout tHe uPdaTes


did the friday post as part of my updates. yey.

guys, my cbox did NOT disappear. promise.

good luck to me on my botany long test tomorrow. haven't studied yet. help me.

<<-->>

latest poems suck. not much creative juices. just a lot of crap being produced. oki lang. write. write. write.

haven't written a short story. cry.

<<-->>

im back to my hotdogs and ham diet. yey!

aNtoK aKo


katamad mag-blahg.

daming nangyari. nyahaha, hindi niyo alam kaseeh ende ko masulat kasi tamad akosh.

ay, loser. shaddup, sash. shaddup.

tamaaaaad.

<<-->>

shawdawt:

baby zelle, eunice, etei, eydi, don. hei, guys... :p

<<-->>

tamad pa rin ampu.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

tAmbAyan nA lAng, pEepS


what a wonderful world. snort snort snort. after devouring (bullshit) the shrimp-crushed tomatoes-pasta penne thingie my mom promised me, i flew to zelle's house for a mini-reunion.

yey.

haha. usapan, 2 kami magkikita. 12:30 pa lang, naghahanda na ko. hehe. tas sabi ni zelle na 2:30 na lang kasi nsa emilu's pa siya. hehe. ala lang.

siyempre, yung kambal andun. etei, eunice... haha, ala si maynard... (miracle of miracles, she wasn't glued to the phone the whole time we were hanging out.) kagulat na pumunta si adrian. (later on, zelle told me na kailangan niya pang pilitin yung epal na yun.) and then, wonders of wonders, don michael was there. yes, him. dati kong ka-loveteam pero sa pananaw lang ng mga piling tao.

surprise guest daw. jozelle, sarap mong sakalin. muwahhh.

we talked. and i missed them. and i love them. it's so cool na no matter how set i was to, er, escape from them, to cut all of them off my life, 'cept for zelle, they still find ways to yank me back. iba eh. lab ko 'to. haha, korneeeeh.

ang daming nangyari. ang dami. i love my friends so much. shiyeht na malagkit, naiiyak na ko... omg... wah.

*slap*

oki. im oki.

things to know: zelle is as sexy as ever. (snort, snort.) eydi's aloof. kunyari wala lang na andun ako pero nung goodbye na, todo hug at kiss... hehe... si eunice, yun, buang. miss mtrcb. si etei inosente pa rin, haha. si don. well. kaiba si don. (ingay when he's nervous or uncomfy. he's er, safe from the gender-eating culture of pnu. he's cute, haha. he's pa-cute. he has freaking abs.)

oki. i realize that im describing him too much. relaks, gerl. relaks. haha.

<<-->>

can't say this enough: i love you guys. foreverrrr.

awww. :D

Friday, February 03, 2006

backstreet debutante


english class. wah. miss lin totally hates me. cemented na. pramis. i think i might get my first f ever!!!

well, at least handa na si mommy if that happens.

tas yung oral presentation ko... sus. f. sayaaaah.

wonder what i'll tell oaa when i reapply for my scholarship... "uhm, my english teacher kinda hates my guts."

<<-->>

flew from botany. love train rides. makes you think about things you don't really spend time thinking about. what else can you do while you travel around manila just to get to cavite? tingin ko, kailangan ko nang maka-discover ng alternate route. hmm. aircon jeep. wahooo!

got to cavite. wallet was empty. so i went to harrell (high school) to hunt down my brothers who are faaaar richer than me. siyempre, i had to wait for more than an hour bago sila bumigay at magbigay. sus.

learned na no one even attempted to take ateneo. no one sa this year's fourth year. wah. track record's perfect? lahat kaya ng nag-exam sa ateneo, pumasa... at hindi lang ako yun, noh.

teka. teka.

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uwi ako. hintay ako ng three hours kasi wala pa si daddy sa house at wala pa sila joshua at john at wala yung susi so kinain ko yung mais na nagbankrupt sakin habang kasama ko yung mga manok at the sleeping cat named Cat.

haha. sarap ng buhay... lechon manok, wahoo!

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may debut sa likod ng bahay namin. ang cute, sa kalsada. like mom said, without any derogatory ek-ek, "oh, that's so provincial." cute.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

nAtsuMi-sAn


grabe. natsumi, sasakalin na kita. promise. ang sarap mong -- mmm!!! grr. tapos hihigpitan ko yang belt sa leeg mo.

wah.

hai, ang landi nating dalawa. :D

gosh, iba kang magbasa ng sasha. different level of understanding, haha. out of this world.

this is precisely the reason why i find it sooo hard to write lurve stories. at least, di ba, if u write about "sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll" hindi iisipin ng madlang people na you're oversexed, addicted to drugs and a rock star. wah.

natsumi... my gosh.

(sigh.)

i wuv you... :'p

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

pms-ing: steer clear


if i do my filipino paper on danton remoto, it might get me in trouble. i mean, the chances are high that prof. baldy knows the dude. wah. my english teacher surely knows him. (pero it's not really nice to compare miss lin to prof. baldy, me thinks.) basta. i might analyze his poems in a totally different manner. and poetry -- its creation and analysis -- has never been my strong suit.

great.

my overachieving thingies are getting in the way. pucha, pinapahirapan ko sarili ko eh. gago. tang'na mo. pick any topic and do that. just don't think that you have to find the cure for cancer. this isn't english and lit, sasha.

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i am so pissed at everything right now. ladies and gents, pms-ing. everything is so wrong. the air's too sticky, i hate the little habits of people, i hate my riza's ringtone, i hate gabie, i despise geny's lack of discipline in her "diet," i hate gabie, i hate the doing my requirements, i hate starving to death, i hate having to wait for friday to come so i can go home. i hate that __________ doesn't like ___________ and ____________, im hating the elitist vibes, i hate having to feel so watched when i walk around school.

god. hai. it's not helping that it's february.

in school naman, im pretty normal. haven't snapped at anyone except a few select people na i have been dying to put in their place. wah. haha. and ive been so cold. sooo cold.

and whiny. whiny, yes. cooky too. cat and this hair incident.

just don't stare at me too much. or look. haha. joke.

i think.

but weirdest things pop up. i kinda like helping some of my high school friends with their research papers. im enjoying my talks with mom more than ever. even daddy (super-papansin!!!XD) makes me laugh. mommy lilly (lola, mom's side, luv her!!!) texted me and she's like in this shopping frenzy sa states.

yeeeeeeee.

i am so ready to bite someone's head off.