Wednesday, January 31, 2007

rAge of aNgeLs


At 89, Sidney Sheldon is chugi. As in deado. As in patay na siya at hindi na siya babalik to write those dog-ear-the-sex-scenes novels of his.

We'll miss you. Haha. The legion of old biddies and a batallion of hormonal teens getting their first whiff of "real" literature.

I wonder if I'll be a writer when I die. Hm.

<<-->>

Today I bought my first pair of skinny jeans. Makikita niyo, two weeks after this, hindi na siya uso. Buwahahaha.

I also bought these cute native-y boxes for my ever-growing dormbooks collection, as I've lost all hope of ever getting the maintenance to build me a purdy bookshelf.

Retail therapy, much?

Sniff. Papers to do. A language to kill. Toodles.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

rAndOm hoTnEss


Stumbled upon these on the Internet and screamed -- for very different reasons.

Harry Potter / future husband but now I'm seriously thinking about the idiocy of this / Daniel Radcliffe, nekkid in his new stage play, where he develops an obssession with horses. Operative word is naked.


He is so pale. Gah. But at least he works out.


And this one: I really am crazy for musicians. See? Johnny-freaking-Depp is so perfect, it hurts.

Wala lang, haha. Entertaining myself.

a cuP of KisSes in my coRner


Finally, I got a taste of UP's famous isaw. Twenty of them, in fact. Haha. I forgot how much I miss gutted guts dipped in an orange mixture and fried for thirty seconds. Ah.

So, if I keel over and die, kasalanan ng hilaw na isaw na walang pag-aatubili kong kinain.

feEl mY bOneS oN yOur boNes


Please support the FA Room fridge's newest poetic/musical/short storical sensation, Dead Stroke Demand, composed of me, Jev, a portion of Verne and a smattering of Yaps. Ha.

[Teka, unrelated: Hm. So I guess I wasn't too discreet about what happened. Haha. Sorry, kung parang ang yabang. I'm still not at that stage where I can shrug this kind of thing off. Hehe. I'd scream it at the top of my lungs if I could.

Wah. XD Don't mind me. This is ecstasy.]

B -- So tell me again how many times you thought of me today? :)

Sunday, January 28, 2007

anOtHeR diSco iS bLowN


*really wide grin*

Ladies and gentlemen, I am so happy I could burst. This is the best week-end ever.

Please turn to page 36 of this week's edition of Philippine Free Press.

Ohmygah, this is surreal. XD I am squealing like a piggie on a bamboo stick! Weee!

stuCk iN a hoLe iN tHe grOund


Okay. Bakit hindi mo ba ma-gets na we're just running around, bullshitting ourselves? It's like doing parades under a scorching noon sun during CAT -- pointless, sabog. Naglolokohan lang tayo, dahlin.

Although I guess, you do know that we're fooling ourselves. But then, unlike me, you care enough to go through with it. Or that you really don't care much about things in general that this is just another fly buzzing at your indifferent shoulder.

My priorities are whacked. So does my view on what actually matters or not.

So I'm not much use, haha. I'd hate myself if I were in your position. But in case you haven't noticed -- and I'm quite sure you have, how could you not? -- implementation is the worst place for you to put me in. I'm not even kicking and screaming. I'm just lying here, coagulating.

Oh, I have to pull myself together, at least in *this* area. You could've just heeded my advice and poured gasoline all over the place and wait for them to set themselves on fire.

reWiNd butToN giRl


My sleeping habits never cease to amaze me. Anong oras na at gising pa ko? Ano bang pinag-gagagawa mo diyan, ha? Well? Well?

Eto. Daydreaming. Not to mention a 5-page essay on Aritotle and Plato which, so far, is composed of cut-and-paste Wiki shiznit. Gah. School was designed to make people kill themselves over people long-ago killed because of making people go to school and think. You can so quote me on that.

Had dinner with Mommy, where we devoured two slabs of porkchops, some slivers of chicken and two bucketfuls of mashed potato. Tapos may dumating pang mound of cinnamon-sprinkled vanilla ice cream with three pastried, deep-friend Oreos.

Gah, we crawled home.

<<-->>

I am still dazed. The stop-in-the-middle-of-the-street-and-giggle kind. Last night was otherworldly. I am such a motherfucking groupie. Haha! (If I had more Coke [hi, Aila!] to drink, I would have folded myself into a guitar case and sacrificed myself to Mr. Henry Allen, love.)

My little brother John would squeal like a stuck piggie if he knew that Rico Blanco stared at me, Miss General Audience Member.

Oh, and in my dreamless sleep, I was waiting for the Fire Lady with the Blazing Chains (haha, parang Chinese sign, haha) to appear and make twirl to the beat of the Smart commercial drums ... And then Sam Milby, arguably the hottest kargador ever, would say, "Hellow?"

Pero wala eh.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

tHe niGht jUst feEls riGht


I - The Land of Nod
I told myself, as I trudged up the stairs of my dormitory building, that when I lie down and fall asleep and never wake up at all, then tangina, bahala na, magcu-cut ako.

Peste nga lang, pag-dating ko ng dorm, I was about to dive into my bed when I realized that in my harried prep for tonight's thing, I completely created a mini-disaster everywhere. Where the hell's my bedspread? Wait -- where the fuck's my bed?

And so with the debris of my pre-Overdrive frenzy currently taking control of my damn bed, I am forced to not dive onto it at all. Sure, I could sweep the whole shebang to the floor with one, well-placed swoosh but I believe that the fates are telling me something.

Sleep? It was not meant to be.

Linigo ko na lang sama ng loob ko. And surprise, surprise! Two washings lang yung buhok ko! :p

And so here I sit, with my back against what I'm sure was my bed, writing this blog entry.




II - Hello, Pochoy, Dear
You know you're terminally insane when you spend fifteen minutes in the company of demi-gods (in this case: Dicta License), weilding your blockmate's camera as if you're a professional, smiling insanely at the band members who just smile so sweetly back at you ...

... And when you discover, when you go back to the outside world, that for the entire time, probably since Kjwan played and you walked out, your zipper has been open: hello, red undies.

And you don't care!

HAHAHA! Ang tanga ko, ka-buang!




III - The Hilera-ty of It All
I have been crazy for Hilera since that Sonic Boom gig in I Still Don't Know How to Spell the Name sa Eastwood, wherein Nikay, Sarj and I tried to finish two identical, gigantic pizzas; where my brass heart went thumpity-thump at the sight of Pochoy; where I felt incredibly drunk after the Urbandub set, though I had but a glass of iced tea.

Where three little boys played really really far-out, punk-gah music.

Who screamed their vocal chords off tonight? Who gyrated while cross-legged on a ledge? Who screamed "I Love You, Chris/Ivan/Bob!" at the top of her lungs at least five times? Who sang "Define" in manner of deranged Sisa looking for her two sons?

Who got to interview/ogle at them?!

*jumping up and down*
ME! AKO YUN! MEMEMEME!
putek,ifreakingtalkedtothem
shit,wehigh-fived
tangina,nambolapako
gah,theywereinchesaway!

Sheht na malagkit, I almost crapped my pants in pure unadulterated happiness. Gah, I love you, Hilera!!! XD

Buti na lang andun si April and I managed to hold on to my sanity that I was still able to stop myself from launching myself onto them and cling in manner of really hungry leech.




IV - Henry and John Digimon
Yun. Laglag panty ko. Along with everyone else's in the quad, Nikay's especially. Yun yun eh.

Words are blah.

Iba eh. Otherwordly. Pucha, speechless. Yung mga gan'tong bagay, dapat pinag-iisipan pag nakatulog ka ng mabuti, tapos chumibog pa.

*

Hello, Urbandub. Hello jumping up and down on uneven, mud-grass-cement ground/floor. Hello stiff neck. Hello Lalay.

Hello parked car, this siomai. I'm drunk on Urbandove.



note: notice that as we go along, the "chapters" get shorter and more senseless. this is directly proportional to the state of my brain cells.




IV - Gah
Listening to Hilera. Haha, naiiyak ako when I listen to "Define." Ano ba?! :D
Oh, I'm so happy.

And hungry.

Sige. I'll be a zombie muna. Toodledy-doo.
Ay, rockstars.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

toUch me Baby i'Ll tAke yOu hOme


Hello, world.

1
This is one of my better days. (Yey!) Even though I aposabalutely sucked sa Economics midterms. Hehehe. (I don't know why I can laugh this off.) In the future, I'll just pay some poor old soul to Economic-ize for me.

2
No, I am not dropping out of school. You would have to throw me to the ground, kick me senseless, then drag me out, kicking and screaming. But thanks for asking. :)

3
I got a ticket for the CERSA Overdrive thingumie tomorrow, thanks to Jo. :) Yey! This is why I'm playing Urbandub, Faspitch and Hilera on loop -- ambience! Weeeeeeee.

4
Went to the Love, Dating, Courtship Something "forum" with Verne (!) and Isel. Hahaha. It was fun, actually. Remind me to take Mike Asis for TheoNumber-Number.

5
Watched Grey's Anatomy and it got me thinking. I thought I was one of those people who'd stay. But I've come to realize that the bigger the inevitable explosion, the farther and quicker I run away.

6
In relation to GA, bakit naman nila pinatay si Mr. Early Edition Guy? I like him. And I missed him pala. I just didn't know I did.

7
Pa-share ng what Isel discovered sa CTC desks, with credits to some bored Management kid:
Close your eyes -- Bulag
Give me your hand darling --
Lumpo
Can you feel my heart beating? --
Manhid
Do you understand? -- Tanga
Hehehe. Ala lang.

8
Thanks to Jevviekins for Taking Back Sunday and Armour for Sleep. :) And yeah, you should say yes. Then I can audition for Numbah One Groupie! :) Tsaka uy, sama ka sa CERSA show. Madilim dun, exciting. XD

9
Today, Isel and I decapitated a bunch of tiny bears. Ah, childhood.

<>

All that said, pudpod at nagmamanhid na yung foo-wet ko. Teka ... Yun.

Toodles. :p
Here's me hoping that tomorrow, the moodswing stays in this side.

Friday, January 19, 2007

dOn't wRiTe yOuRseLf


Don't write yourself
in between worlds.

rise up against
multiple meanings,

trust the trail of tears
and learn to live.

- Paul Celan

Okidoki. Got it.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

alOng wiTh tHe peOpLe iNsiDe


I told my mother, fretfully, that the second short story I'm submitting in Fiction class doesn't sound like the first one. And I mumbled about not having a voice yet, that signature style, blah blah.

She tsk-tsked. Tas sabi niya, "Don't limit yourself. You're seventeen, damn it."

Words to that effect

Yey.

PS - Can anyone buy me more trashy novels from the Great Finds Bookstore at the Loyola Heights Condo? I think they're closing, since it's an inventory sale or sumathing like it. Sige na oh, 75 pesos lang. All the trashy greats are there -- those books a step up from floofy chicklit and a little bit below straight-up porn. Please?

Thursday, January 11, 2007

whiLe i kiSs tHe sKy


Excuse me while I kiss the sky.
Attends, que j'embrasse le ciel.
Aw.

<<-->>

I am so happy that KC Concepcion is not a skinny girl. Wala lang.

I hate school. The ____ are douchebags. And my psych teacher is sad. Hai.

Oh when oh when oh when will this end?

Kaya't tangina mo, magsusulat na lang ako.

<<-->>

Went to the opening of the Noospheres exhibit sa Ateneo Art Gallery, with Nikay and an ephemeral Zoe. And a sweet thang.

Nik and I resolved that the next time we go to one of those things, we shall leave in the middle of the foreigner's Mabuhay speech and eat.

Oh, and I made like a goat and ate grass!

weDdiNg piCtuRes


Flashback! (Uli.)

My tita, my lola, that giantess is me, and then my mom.
The yellow girl is Aizen, Ashley's sister.
:)


We were at Nora's wedding.
How engrande.
Soreeh, doctor sila pareho.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

aN eXcEsS of sAtuRn


I don't get this kind of faith I see on TV. Of mothers dragging their toddlers in a sweaty sea of fanatic druggies. Of men leaping from retirees' shoulders to push the other man doing the same thing, away from his path. Of arthritic women climbing a float, damn it, to wipe its more than 400-year-old surface with a handkerchief emblazoned with some corrupt politican's name. I don't get it.

I wish I could, though only in the sidelines. It's so otherworldly.

I wonder if people fall in love in the Feast. I just had this image of a woman -- a girl, really -- with her hair plastered to her forehead, with sweat. And she just whips her head around and looks back. Yun.

Ayos.

Tinatamad talaga ako sa buhay. I need a motivation, a purpose. And please don't suggest that I read Rick Warren's bullshit. Please lang.

eNnEa-wHat?


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I took the RHETI test we need for Psych. Turns out I'm a tie -- the Helper and the Individualist. Which means I'm a pushover, with my head permanently stuck in the clouds.

Kidding.

Here's what the site has to say:

The Individualist
The introspective, romantic type. Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their Best: inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences.

The Helper

The caring, interpersonal type. Twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. They are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed. They typically have problems with possessiveness and with acknowledging their own needs. At their Best: unselfish and altruistic, they have unconditional love for others.
Ooh. Kewl.

Monday, January 08, 2007

siX chiLdReN aNd a cAndLe


I told my mom, yet again, how much I hate SCI10. It's mainly because mon professeur wants us to save the world in a project that has the academic equivalent of a long test.

Arrrgh.

By the way, I'm back. Really. And please don't tiptoe around me, as I've missed you all.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

mE thAt mAkEs yOu swEat


Sometimes, people need to stop and disappear before it all blows to hell. Then, they could watch the explosion from a distance, peeking through low-hanging mango leaves.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

lAst goOd tHiNg


Na-miss niyo ko no? Haha, aminin na.

Er, by the way, I turned off my cellphone during the holidays kasi walang network coverage. Haha. Tsaka wala rin naman akong load. So, to the people who greeted me ... Ahahaha, nagsayang lang kayo ng piso!

Aherm.

Tsaka walang Internet sa pinag-susuotan ko so, there. Hihihi.

Have work to do. Lines to memorize, a short story to concoct and a love life to abandon. Toodles. :)