Monday, July 31, 2006

oReO woNder


Ach. Due to my prehistoric Internet speed, I won't be able to upload pix until Tuesday, when may Wi-Fi na akosh. And I don't wanna write a blog entry without pix.

Sus.

Same goes for my empty-as-of-now Multiply. Wahoo.

Return on Tuesday, look at the July 29, 2006 entry and I shall give you what you want.

Mwahhherrrs.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

sudDenLy pAsTa


HABERDAY, ZELLE! Hailabyou!!! :D

<<-->>

My mom, upon seeing my newest lay-out, said, in an extremely disgusted tone: "How fiesta."

Gosh. Your love just takes my breath away.

<<-->>

Oh. Adrian. If you're reading this, (and now this is what you can read), I want to say sorry. I love you so much and let's just treat this as one of those things that shake friendships, jarring the members a little. And then we'll laugh about it over a tub of ice cream.

I love you, you silly, silly boy. And I forgive you. Now. If you don't forgive me, aawayin uli kita. Promise.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

oN zelLe's deBut


No, I wasn't drunk.

<<-->>

The blog entry with actual words describing tonight?
Fuckeroo, tinatamad ako. But I will probably force myself to write something decent about tonight over the weekend. I uploaded some pix on my Multiply site, though, if anyone wants to see them. But hindi pa kumpleto cuz Java won't run.

Here are little bits of the night, plus me camwhoring in the bathrooms.

Slut poses, Kelly and moi

We look like we're prom dates!

Eunice, Camille and me!

Esther, Eunice, Camille V. and me doing the Julian pose


Esther, Camille V., Eunice, Ardrian, then me and Don

The ONLY shot of me and my best friend together! Wah!

Don and me, camwhoring sa suite.

Haha, kulheet.

Adrian, me and Don.

<<-->>

Okay. I was gonna post more but damned Photoblogger won't work.

Really will see about blogging about the night. Tamaaad, pota.

Friday, July 28, 2006

beEf pAttiEs


Hello, all ye happy penguins of the world!!! :'p

Although Theo was hell (as usual), I got lots of good news today. Life's looking up. Una, nakakuha ako ng trike papuntang school! Yey!! :)

Tas, I learned na Ima spend my seventeenth birthday with my SA class. Hehe, fun... (gulp.) I want cake, people! :D The Amazing Race thingie for the class. Blahgetty blah blah. And lots of other distractions.

...

(By the way, dude, no one really cares. :d)

No NSTP tomorrow! The gods took pity on me!!! Weee! Nakakatakot na talaga kasi yung Theo, to the next level. Nakakabaliw talaga. So sabi ni Lord, "Sige na nga. Bigyan naman kita ng a little lovin' for putting up with that bunch of crap."

So, no NSTP. (*doing the emperor's new groove dance*) Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh!!!

I am sooo psyched for Zelle's debut! So much that I can't even stay in the present.

What the hell am I gonna wear?

Thursday, July 27, 2006

teRminAlly piSsed


(Sasha will rant. You have been warned.)

Does anyone remember how, in high school, people tell you not to laugh too hard kasi later in the day, you're going to cry? Parang ganun yung case today. Ha.

May balat rin yata ako sa foowet cuz patong-patong ang malas ko today. Una, may exam sa History and I mixed up all the dandy monarchs and shit. Charles VI became Philip II and Ferdinand something or the other got confused with a girl. I don't know. Most of the time, I thought of an English name and thought of a convincing-sounding number after that.

Then, because I am in a Jesuit school, we had no classes for CW. There's a Mass for some dead guy. Basta. I had no idea how people knew. It's a Catholic radar. Or maybe they just read the bulletin boards.

Three-hour break, which was spent laughing over a corn cob stuck four times up a deer's ass.

Really.

And this is the super-mega-ultra-explosion: I have to attend the freaking forum about journalism or whatever THIS saturday, which is Zelle's debut. It's enough na I had stupid NSTP -- I fucking hate this fucking law passed by some moron who had nothing else to do!!! -- in the morning. And then they want me to stay for a forum?! When I'm not even sure I'm part of teh freaking mag?

It's a Katipunan thing. Sabi nga ni Jev, with matching looking-off-into-space: "The ultimate choice: your dream or your best friend?"

Wah. Utot.

If I attend said thing, even for just an hour, five pa ako makakarating sa Cavite. Tas kukunin ko pa yung gamit ko sa house bago ako pupunta sa debut place. And then, maliligo pa uli ako kasi I have the accumulated filth from travelling and NSTP spelunking (dadaan raw kami sa Payatas.) Tapos, may samu't-saring paglalandi pa: hair, make-up, dress (WHICH I STILL DON"T HAVE!!!) Tanginang buhay 'to o. Minsan ka na lang aattend ng debut (this is the first debut of my HS friends I've attended -- si Zelle lang lab ko eh, haha) tapos ganito pa yung mangyayari?!

Ugh. Ayaw kong mag-NSTP. Hassle. Waste of time. Government should stop stuffing people's money up their vaginas so teachers can be trained properly. Marami rin kasing tangang guro sa mga paaralan natin ngayon. Tanga na, nagtuturo pa. Ano nang mangyayari sa atin?

Let Atenistas continue their sad, selfish life. Let me continue that life. I love it. Minsan na lang akong selfish. Pagbigyan niyo na ako. I want my Saturday mornings back.

And while you're at it, tanggalin niyo na rin ang Theology. Or crazy teachers in need of therapy and treatment.

Tanginang buhay 'to o.

Back to the issue. Napagisip-isip ko na. Prioritizing vanity and best friendship over whims of journalism and pursuit of blahgetty-blahs, I will not attend the forum. Yes.

And if I could bite Mrs. Arroyo into abolishing the NSTP law, then my life will be happy.

Screw the kids who can't read well. Screw the teacher-deficit. Screw the fucked-up education system of our Philippines.

Puta, nagugutom ako!

Grr.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

fRanKentEdDy


I did my authorly duty and wrote some blah thingies about my layf the past few days. But tinatamad talaga ako eh. Right now, I still feel like I'm underwater and/or drowning in one of the floods that's submerged this country of ours.

I got killer cramps from Swimming class. From where my legs met to the tips of my toes-painted-black. They froze, then they split into two. Then I screamed.

Very bad thing to do when you're underwater.

(Lasang Sprite.)

Other notable moments today: visiting all the AVRs with Jev, except of course for that one very special place. Tangina, kailangan ko na talaga ng cellphone.

(Jozeeeelle!)

And then, felt pukey after eating Buffalo Chicken (I kept thinking about it during my vacation... Kahit nag-food tasting na kami para sa debut ni Zelle...) and Royal. The meal's too orange and my tummy protested.

Theo prof got mad because of a few misplaced arrows. I know a perfect place for an arrow, Sir.

That's it. I'm off to do "responsible" fuckstuff.

Babush! :)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

wAlk-iN cloSets


Lance Bass of now-defunct boyband *NSYNC is gay.

Sabi na eh.

Haha. And he was my crush! Hehe. I am noticing a pattern here, this taste of mine in men. Ask my former ka-love team, Don, who's so gay, he'll make (insert blockmate's name here) look like he wants to hump Virgin Mary.

That's why we should all stick to hippy, nameless girls with bad hair jobs.

Monday, July 24, 2006

raKer kA?


Okay. Since people left and right have been dissing all the rocker-wannabes of this universe and condescending all forms of expression and music and writers and whatever, it's my turn.

I happen to like a few select songs of The Used. I also like Dashboard Confessional and Paramore and Nickelback and Kelly Clarkson and yes, even I have my Savage Garden days. I have Maria Mena on my playlist and Maroon 5. I listen to My Chemical Romance when I don't want to hear anything and Motion City Soundtrack when I'm feeling teen-y. Likewise, Yellowcard. Fall-Out Boy din. And then there's 3 Doors Down and yes, ohmyfuckinggodit'strue, I like All-American Rejects.

Oh, that's their bad album.
I'm sorry but I really hate this song.
What the fuck is that?
Yuuuck, so emo.
That's not even a song, man.

Will continue rant laterrr...

Saturday, July 22, 2006

pAradiSo tErReStrE



Day started out weird enough, with me waking up to the sound of Roommate No.2 tinkering around the room, cleaning whatever imaginary cobweb around my bed. Fine. Then, I discovered that I slept on the alarm clock I borrowed from Roommate No.1, (who, for some weird reason -- read: her boyfriend -- is giving the greatest cold shoulder in history), thus breaking it. And it doesn't alarm anymore. It can't even tell the time. (And I have to replace it cuz... cuz...)

Wah. I travelled all the way to li'l ol' Cavite and after running around town looking for my best friend, spending money I wasn't supposed to spend, I stumbled on this cute little place where the debut's supposed to be held. (Please grammar check the last sentence, all ye grammar freaks. ;p) It's bootyful.

And what do I find in the middle of that paradise? My friends, performing a parody of ze Cotillion D'Honore. Since there were only four pairs, the revolving partners sequence had to be done extra-strenuously. As in nanonood lang ako eh hinihingal na ko. The boys practically threw the girls to give them more coverage and the girls fleeew all over the freaking place.

Right now, said best friend and her pseudo-boyfriend are canoodling behind me.

Yaaaack.

Haha, baka sapakin ako ng dalawang to...

<<-->>

Look what I found:


said canoodling couple:

me and mah babeeeh zelle:

and moi, gangsta style.. haha, da lips! :p

That's it, ye voyeurs of the world...

Goodbye children! Behave! :)

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

iT's geTtiNg clOser nOw


All those who heard the theme song for Jaws during today's Theo class, raise your hands!

I am officially creeped out. And it takes a very tenacious creepy creep to do that to me. At the start, I decided to treat the class as my, er, path to enlightenment. After all, I practically have a one-way ticket to hell. And instead of a fuzzy bearded guy who takes care of stray dogs and drinks Orange Juice every morning, I get Mr. Fire-and-Brimstone.

Oh, don't get me wrong. He makes sense. He's logically right (and I just know that will piss him off) most of the time. It's just that he's so... schizo. Really. I tell you, if you so much as hint at Christ doing human things like, say, shitting, he'll descend upon you and whack you senseless... But not before giving you a Faust-ish performance, complete with gritting teeth, corded necks and that hook nose of his that I used to love. (Now, I'm afraid he'll just use it as a weapon.) God, I am so scared.

And yes, I was talking to the dude upstairs when I said that.

On to happier matters:

In Aesthetics class, we were given this blank magazine for us to do what we please. I almost had an orgasm on site. Maaan. The utter blankness of the paper. Iba. Iba. So the whole class is collaborating in this project.

And it's gonna be freaking sent to Paris! Pareeeeez!!!

Pero hanggang Friday lang. As in it has to be finished by Friday.

Tangina, ibaaaa.

<<-->>

To add to my state of sin, I skipped the YFC GA. Bakit kamo? Kasi they're so happy. People, before you retort that I am abnormally happy most of the time, I do get angsty teen I-wanna-kill-myself moments. Usually ten minutes after my happy binges. But these religious org people thingies... Wah.

I used to have an org like that. And it killed me. I don't like Church. I know it's a bad thing (and I can see my Theo professor writhing on the floor with rage now) but that's what I feel. I love God and all that but I love him in my own way. And I know that wrong. Hell, aforementioned professor drilled that notion to us many times.

It's sad that I have to fashion who God is into whatever I want him to be. Pero that's what I believe in. Sheesh puh-lease, leave me alone with my notions of God handing me a book on Elizabeth Bathory because he wants to widen my horizons, a Guy who hugs me because He freaking omnipotently knows I need it.

I don't wanna hurt any YFCers and other do-gooders out there. Pero if I rocked your sensibilities, sorry. I'm a selfish bitch and I'm having the time of my life reveling in that fact.

<<-->>

I'm tired. And I want to sleep. But my Muse calls and I must go to him.

If you must know, my Muse currently has lots of eyeliner on and a wet peasant shirt. Rawr.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

uBe wArs


I am stuck in a rut. A lazy, cyclical rut that has no beginning, no end... only marked by the occasional sunny days and blips on the radar screen. Everyday, it's convince myself to wake up, avoid the vicious roomies, wade through flood and go to school, sit with butt-numbing stillness then go back to the dorm, avoid vicious roomies and convince myself to sleep. But I'm not complaining about all this.

Yet.

But I like to laugh hard and that's always a great thang to break the monotony. I lab History class and I lab our crazy prof (not to be confuse with Nigel Manaois, oki?) I even liked the bit of writing about a window and the sight of Lex Luthor in a neon orange shirt. Lunchtime over my usual Buffalo Chicken and Gulaman was hysterical. Fil's just... well... has me hoping that Allan Popa never reclaim our class. Craaap.

Whatever. I need to read some happy Blue's-fucking-Clues literature. My idea of Leisure Reading: Sex Crimes in History, The Children of Oedipus: Brother-Sister Incest, Stranfe Histories, Highroad to the Stake: A Tale of Witchcraft. And then I'm about to read Virgin Suicides while thumbing through White Oleander. Yes. Is it any wonder why I am so effing patootily crazy?

But I am entitled to it.

And, oh, fuckshitandallthatjazz, I just read this: Carmen Electra and Dave Navarro are splitting! Och, it's the MTV curse. Look at Jessica and Nick. Ashlee and Ryan. Whatever. Anyways, that leaves Dave for me. Oh, joy.

What is it with me and men with eyeliner?

Monday, July 17, 2006

chLoriNe loVe


Gusto ko ng soup. Yung may molo. Sheeeeht.

We've got a guidance exam thingie in fuck, one hour. Gutom na talaga akohohohoh. Gusto ko ng molo!!! Hala, may hallucinations na ata ako. Molooooo. Molooooo.

Gutom na ako!!!

I won't talk about the shocking Aesthetics exam, the bullshit thrown all over our widdle Theo classroom, the liters of chlorine I drank in PE class and Wed's life-changing jokes.

I will say one thing though: Kulot si Nikay!!! Woo!!! Velcome, sistah!! :p

Harharharharhar, magsama-sama tayong mga kulot!!!

Saturday, July 15, 2006

geNeraL tiMeleSs tRuth


I laaaab the movie. Definitely worth the two hour-long butt numb.

And I'm very, very grateful that Keira doesn't have big boobs. All is lost kung ganun.

...

Man, I wanna kiss Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp.

neVEr miNd


On second thought... Johnny Depp's too strong a force. Sige, I'm going home. But not before getting everything done and making sure I don't freaking fail the Aesthetics exam.

Baboooosh!

buRn, bAbeEh, buRn


Call me a martyr and have a marble statue erected beside MVP. I am making the ultimate sacrifice. Yessir. I'm letting go of all happy thoughts, a weekend with my family, real food and JOHNNY FREAKING DEPP. All for fucking Theo, History, Aesthetics and NSTP.

Hai. Hai.

Oh, man, Johnny Depp. With black eyeliner. It's sooo unfair!!!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

fiVe huNdred suMthiNg


I love Rent.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

tRutH hiTs eVeryoNe


I feel my poor little brain bleeding inside my head. I'm answering the application form for Katipunan. Grabe. Ang hirap. Dios Mio, ang saklap.

And lots more cliches about difficult thangs, blah blah.

So. Do I still apply? Do I? Do I?

Hmm. I didn't submit to the Neil Gaiman thingie cuz I kept putting writing off. I didn't submit to the Heights workshop kasi tinatamad ako. Hmm. Do I owe it to myself and that imaginary person I kept promising to na mag-aapply ako sa Katipunan? Well? Well?

Teka, teka wait. I have to write about an architectural thingie and my ideal society.

Aarrrgh, naguguluhan na ang lola mo!

<<-->>

I was thinking kanina at my CW class na I don't have a voice. My writing voice. I haven't found it yet. I freaking hope I haven't found it yet kasi the one I'm stuck with right now, I don't like very much.

<<-->>

We have an imaginary band. And I think it'll continue to be imaginary kasi we can't even decide on music to perform.

And there is no way I am singing MYMP.

"Kamuning get me, get me, get me..."

Monday, July 10, 2006

eAt my buBbLes



I'm swimming!!!

Saturday, July 08, 2006

stupOr aNd soNgs


San Mig Light plus Red Horse plus Cat's Invention plus Kams plus hot bassist plus hot professor plus Friday night plus no curfew. Well. Nothing like em to bring us geeks together.

This is just one of those "I have to write about this!" things. But I'll do that later. In the dark. While I play a joke on my HS friends and leave Nikay and Aila's stogies lying around. Woohoo!

Arhuuuw.

Buhay pa ba kayo, mga friendships?

Friday, July 07, 2006

iM oN a dYitpLen


Look at THIS! Smackdown's coming to manila and wala akong peraaa!!! Dagnammit, i need sponsors, people!

Naku naman. Naku.

I am my old, giddy self. Yey. (Though i'm sure i can hear groaning at this proclamation.)

As usual, ang dami kong gagawin this weekend but unlike last week, im actually going to do them. And im going home pa and probably go to Fairwoods for a swim. Never mind na twenty feet ang lalim ng foneyetahng pool dun. And, of course, i have to give my hs friends a survey on which type of internet porn they prefer.

Ah, school.

Updates pala on orgs. I have four. God. Natatakot ako. Haha. I joined COSA (kasi it's sensible), KATIPUNAN (cuz it's what i want), YFC (ohgodhelpme, what have i gotten myself into?!) and the Ateneo Glee Club. Gawd. Kamusta naman?

Lots to do, lots to do. But first...

SOH LAUNCH FARTAAAYH!!!

See you freakos there! XD

Thursday, July 06, 2006

giMme lAudaNum


Yessirree. I am back. The lay-out's crappy but it's all I could do sa RSF -- upload a pic and make boxes and shit.

But I can't stay long. My MWF sched contains some hard-ass subjects and, well, it's freaking getting on my nerves. And I have things to do and porn-downloaders to survey.

Pero I would like to take a moment out of my Constant Reader's (a la Stephen King ang lelang mo) time and indulge my inherent meanness. So yes, I am aware that this might border on "terribly bitchy." And she's somewhat somehow my friend. Basta. I find it all so cute kasi eh. Sidestitch-inducing, shake-your-head cuteness.

Mahaba-haba ito. And I got this from her friendster acct. No editing in my part whatsoever.

"im ______.. im the MS. CAVITE FRESH FACE 2005.. i used to join in ms. teen philippines.. i was chosen for southern tagalog search.. but i didnt make it to the national search... but its okay..deR are more things bOut me... hu wud thnk dAt im asyD fRom beiNg a mOdEL, im aLso a vOLLeYbaLL plaYah!!.. i haD mY tV cOmmErciALs nrin!.. i Have uniQue persOnaliTy that makes me diffrent from other girLs... im easy To approAch..SWEET and a GOOD friend..

im tall(of course long-legged), has a long hair, fair complexion, simple,.... im sweet, lovely... im a kind of person na minsan mahinhin, pero makulit... ayw ko kc ng masydong seryoso..kalog.. mhilig mgpasaya ng tao.. alwys smyling... im always ready to listen if u hve problems or smethng to share in ur life... dey say im snob, di naman.. its just becoz of the aura of my faCe.. if i hve a problem, di me umiiyak, sometyms lng.. a fAshionistah giRL!... i luv shopping a lot.. coz' mall is my favorite hang-out.. of course with my peers.. i really love singing... and mga duet songs... grabe!!

im a real person.. kya ayaw n ayaw ko ng mga PLASTIK and taong iNGgiTERA... kakainis ung mga gnun!... backfighter pa... well, God knows how real i am to my friends and acquaintances... coz dats ur giLdA... im born to be like that.. a friend of anybody..

I love watching wrestling!.. ehheh grabe!.. i know scripted lht un.. but i enjoy it.. my fave wrestlers are Batista, John Cena, Shawn Michael, Rey Mysterio.. perO pnka Fave ko c Batista.."

Mmm-kay. She's my friend from high school and I love this girl. She's sweet and sassy and incredibly fashionable. She always calls me "Ate" and never has a bad word to say to anybody.

But this is just too cute to pass up. XD

At least she loves wrestling. That, ladies and gents, just elevated her status in my eyes.

Muwaaaaaaaahhh.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

riSiNg uP


All hail my guidance counselor. Nothing like a woman in red shoes to tell you to wake up and smell the freaking buffalo chicken.

I have not become "happy" -- in the giddy context usually associated with me, of course -- but I am slowly, gingerly, stepping out of this shithole. Gawd, life's grand when you have someone to talk to. To Nikay and ZoeDee, The Mother and Ms Lina: I am an inconsiderate nutjob so thanks for noticing and doing something about it, short of slapping me senseless.

I will wear black tomorrow and a pink pouffy skirt.

Monday, July 03, 2006

a sHot oF mOm-mAgiC


After that rambling rant about the sorry-ass state of my life, my mom sent me an e-mail. It says:

"Hope floats."

Fuckshit, oo nga.

*sigh*

I love my mom. Thank God she's so effing calm.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

i cOuLd jUst eAt yOu uP


I don't care what anyone says about the movie. I <3 Superman Returns and Brandon Routh in tights. Really, really loved it.

Superman was humanized, by God, and I'm still reeling from the fuzzy feelings. It's the deepest Superman exploration, I think. It's subtle then it's not-so-subtle and it's nerve-wracking but it's there.

Never mind that he looks like a doll. A very airbrushed doll. It's fitting, I think, that Superman looks perfect. Damn.

Okay, question: Are people in the comic book world really this dense? I mean, there's this impossibly gorgeous hunk in your office who towers over everyone else in the room and has a shoulder span the size of the Grand Canyon, not to mention that he has a lickable jaw and daaaaark hair. And that chest, damn it. How the fuck can you not think he's something or someone else? Hallloooo?! OMFG, glasses are such a grand disguise. At least think naman na, hey, Clark's been working out.

And Lois. Lois, Lois, Lois. This is just funny. I last saw Kate Bosworth as that girl who dated Tad Hamilton. The one with Topher Grace. Funny but there, she was kinda in a similar position. And I find it peculiar and a stroke of genius that Clark Kent is jealous of himself.

Oh, and James Marsden? The nice dude? The guy who always get dumped by someone who looks better in Spandex? Naku. Typecast. Haha. (Maybe this is why he spent only 3 minutes in XMen 3.)

The NY Times review calls Superman as "the world's most powerful virgin" before he got freaky with Miss Fearless Reporter. Uh-huh. I saw that movie. And that scene na they were lying on that silver bed, Lois's head on Superman's, er, boob.

I am very happy that their kissing scene was pathetic. That Superman was asleep when it happened.

And Brandon Routh. Brandon Routh. He's up there with Hugh Jackman and Johnny Depp. Remember that look he gave the guy who shot him in the eye? My god. If I weren't sitting down, my panties would have slid to the floor.

He freaking looks good all the freaking time! Asleep, dead, dying, wet, dry, in a suit, in spandex, drowning, sun-drenched, up-close, blurred shot, holding a whore. There wasn't a shot that he didn't look good. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant perfect.

Anyway, maybe this is just 2 weeks of Theo but is it just me or does the film reek of Jesus themes?

Jeeeezus.

Whatever. Whatever.

Oh, and Jason. Superman's kid. Because he's got human DNA swirling inside him, he's even more powerful than Superman, with the Kryptonite issue. Summa, the only weakness he has is that he's asthmatic.

Ah, I can see it now: The next Superman flying through the air... then getting an asthma attack because of all the feathers up there.I wonder where he'd put his inhaler? His crotch, perhaps?