Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Jump over the moon


I am going to miss the seniors. I realized this when Sarj said, "I'm going to miss the seniors."

Because they've been so constant. Especially sa FA room. Although I don't personally know some of them, they've been there. They're icons, haha. Yeah, I am going to miss you guys. Miyo because his presence in the FA room or the general vicinity tells us that the world still turns on its axis (the phrase 'sperm donor' is floating somewhere in my head). Dino (is he a senior? sabi ni Yaps he is but then Marcia is not exactly the most reliable person in the world) with whatever he's munching on and graphic novels. Lili with her see-through shirts (nuff said). Parker and Elyoo, who are so freaking adorable, though I doubt they know I exist, haha. PH with her red eyeglasses and sassy shirts. Jed, who is, well, Jed. XD At marami pang iba.

*sniffle*
Sana hindi na lang kayo ga-graduate.
I'M KIDDING.
Baka ambushin niyo pa'ko sa footbridge.


*


I love the Graphic Novel talk, although I had to "stealth answer" for ten minutes or so before he finally pounced on Sarj. The best. Sabi nang "Marketing, eh. Marketing!"

And no, Martin - my - dear, Neil Gaiman is NOT a singer.

I raped Yaps' camera. It didn't make the whirring sound like Fee / Phi's but the clicky thing wasoh-so-satisfying. Kahit na every single shot I took, may reklamo si Yaps.

Wait, wait. I took this picture of Yaps, arguably a "good" one, and now he can't stop talking about it. The man is in love with himself. Ayos. He's going to post a picture of it in Multiply, I'm sure. Oh, well. He calls that a good picture. Sus.

I AM STILL RANDOM. WOO.

Tomorrow is the first of March. I vow to change my life. Wee.

PS
I was singing the soundtrack of Rent as I walked along Katipunan.
Since watching HSM, I've had permanent LSS.
Every night, who (with growl) 's in your bed?
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs
Fucking weird.
Looking for romance? Come back another day.
I'll let you make me ouuuuut tonight.
Haha, love.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Swimming saints into the sea


I love drunk literary legends, poets who wear 70s clothes and smile for no apparent reason, and even Miss Pure Unadulterated Pleasure / Pure Adulterated Pressure / Colon / Semi-colon sounding like the host of Scariest Places on Earth. And Mr. Boytoy (EYECANDY, rawr) with his black sweater, goatee and wide, wide eyes.

Float.

I can't wait to be a lost soul, living off cheese and wine, burritos, barbecue and radioactive water.

*It's all in my head but
she's touching his chest now,
he takes off her dress now
let me go*

Tae, stuck in my head.

I FEEL COMPLETELY RANDOM. WOO. XD

PLUG: Graphic Novel talk tomorrow, for Heights, at 430 somewhere in Ateneo. Tas OPEN MIC sa March 2 sa Colayco. See you people of the world (spice up your life!)

Monday, February 26, 2007

Without the handcuffs


I did something stupid and cowardly and tsk-tsk-able today plus I panicked sa elevator (haha, wtf) because of something dumb I've done / been doing but then, I am finished with my Psych creative project. It is fugly as hell but I love it.

Good luck, everyone, with everything. Including me.

Ah, I'm screwed.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Won't you light my candle?


It was memorable not because it was the kiss nor was it because it stood for the nebulous romance. It wasn't memorable because of the intricacies of the kiss itself -- her neck's slight arch, the indulgent slope of his face, the sweet, minute sound of their lips meeting and parting, and the small smile playing dancing along their mouths after the kiss itself.

It wasn't those. It could be. But it's not.

It was the immediate, shrill scream of YUCK from the kiddies in the audience.

Haha, oh, young love.

Yeah, I watched High School Musical this morning with Dani and Sarj. For KATIPUNAN -- linawin na natin, ngayon pa lang, harhar.

:)

Hello, friends on stage and behind the scenes aka the Nuclear War Shelter. :D And Miyo sa likod, diddling with the lights. Hello, senior boy.

Now. Back to exploring my neuroticism.

City of neon and chrome


I shared this with Dani and Sarj earlier, over chicken and coleslaw. It had me laughing like a maniac on bubblegum at 4:30 in the morning.

" ... Fours at this stage typically give themselves over to sensuality as a way of deadening the too-sensitive self to its growing unhappiness. They may become sexually licentious, engaging in anonymous sexual activities for release, for fleeting human contact, and for excitement. Or they may lose themselves in erotic fantasies, sinking into erotic daydreams rather than making any real efforts at anything. They may masturbate frequently (TAENA, WTF?!), virtually a symbol for their self-referential, ingrown way of life. They may become obsessed with those with whom they have fallen in love with in their imaginations, providing themselves with an endless source of pain and pleasure, desure and frustration, violent and wasteful feelings. Or they may sleep excessively or abuse food, drugs, and alcohol."
(Italics mine!)

HAHAHAHA. I am so screwed up. This is according to my Enneagram type description, which I'm dabbling in because of this blasted Psych project. The thing is, this is only Level 6, out of nine. Meaning, it's not even part of the Unhealthy part yet.

HAAAAAA.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

I can't breathe


I tore open the chicken pack thing I got from Rustan's and threw it in the eye-melting oil. All was fine and good until a stench similar, I imagine, to trenches in French soil all those wee years ago, rose up and flooded our dorm room.

Helen: "Sasha, uh. Sasha?"

I checked the expiration date. February 21. "Puwede pa kaya yun?" I asked Helen.

Tapos, like all good stories, may flashback: Filipino class, freshman year, first sem. Me doodling, being my snotty freshman self and Paolo Jose saying, "Ang pag-ibig ... parang pagkain. May expiration date."

Hanep. Now. I am suffocating. I imagine microscopic dead chicken germs dancing the chacha in my chest.

Teka, teka, teka. Flashback uli: A year ago, sabi ni Jev: Ang hellweek parang pag-ibig. Hindi ka makatulog. Hindi ka makakain. Ayun na lang ang lagi mong iniisip. Nagkakapimple ka. Magastos.

Astig.

Over seafood


Bollywood actress and whole - (insert number here) - yards hotness Aishwarya Rai is being sued for marrying a tree. It was for some Hindu astrological purpose, that she was born under Mars or something and her husband-to-be (the human one) was something whatever bahala na. The tree-marrying thing, which nullifies the bad vibes and ensures a happy marriage (wee!) is in violation of the Indian constitution as it supports the caste system, which is in violation to women's right everywheeeere.

Ahem.

I was going to say how I might end up marrying a tree but then the utter shallow insight in that just blew me away. But since everyone already knows how shallow I am and there is absolutely no point in denying it and since I just can't freaking help it: Maybe I'll end up marrying a tree.

Mental.

Hell Week na! Bring it on, beeeech.

Belated Happy Birthday to Alan Rickman a coupla days back. I am soooo jumping you sa HP#5.

Friday, February 23, 2007

The word of the day is legs


Because I am planning to rehash my immensely fucked up life, I will stop, like, making parinig to random people / the voices in my head even though they deserve it. Buwahahaha.

Ahem.

Magpapakabait na 'ko. Jeeesh, I am such a kid. Hahaha.

Which came first?


Came from a bottle of beer, some homogenous kissing and a street fashion show. I felt like a Project Runway, America's Next Top Model judge. Go KATIPUNAN PressPass, go!

Question: Why are models always in a bad mood? Like, perpetual scowl on pretty-girl / boy faces? And even if they are smiling, parang pilit na pilit na pilit. Like, this is how a goddess - beyond - smiling smiles. Or maybe these models lang.

Oooh, hello, Lia, Japs, Kring and Jules. :)

Anyway, I am strangely happier than from four hours ago. :)
YEY.
PMS-much?

To our valued customers


Today was a hot lazy day and there were dancing spots before / in front / behind my eyes.

I officially feel the jaws of Hell Week nipping at the heels of my ukay-ukay flats.
Oh, I need to sign up for something.
Gah.

I told my mother that I had a relapse.
And she said, "Oh, my."

Ack! I was scrolling through Yaps' new Multiply album or whatever you call it and I just went all Ateneo-OhMyGah. I took a good picture, among other things! :D And although I know it's pointless, paki-tanggal yung isang pic (well, actually everything with me in it) because I look like a bloated she-whale.

Hai, buhay nga naman o. Parang isaw na kulu-kulubot.
I don't know if great gales of laughter is in order or just plain tear-off-my-hair mode.
Which reminds me. I am seriously considering a haircut.
So please, itago na ang mga gunting. I have cut my own hair before and it wasn't a pretty sight.

Teka. Did you (yes, YOU) really say, "What the hell are you doing?" or was it just a voice in my head?
Pfffff.
Anyway.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

I'm an overdosed ice cream?


Nasagutan ko ang aking Economics long test ng hindi dinudugo. Astig.

I'm dancing around the question mark,
floating through college (second semester).

*

My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon
Fall Out Boy

I spent most of last night dragging this lake
for the corpses of all my past mistakes
sell me out - the joke's on you
we are salt - you are the wound
empty another bottle
and let me tear you to pieces
this is me wishing you
into the worst situations
I'm the kind of kid
that can't let anything go

but you wouldn't know a good thing
if it came up and slit your throat

Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears
rather ones that just don't care
cause I know
that you're in between arms somewhere
next to heartbeats
where you shouldn't dare sleep
Now I'll teach you a lesson
for keeping secrets from me

Take your taste back
peel back your skin
and try to forget how it feels inside
you should try saying no once in a while
oh once in a while

And did you hear the news?

I could dissect you
and gut you on this stage
not as eloquent as I may have imagined
but it will get the job done (you're done)
every line is plotted and designed
to leave you standing
on your bedroom window's ledge
and everyone else that it hits
that it gets to
is
nothing more than collateral damage

Take your taste back
peel back your skin
and try to forget how it feels inside
you should try saying no once in a while
oh once in a while

*

I am the perkiest emo girl ever.
And I hate being a bitch.

A bag of sorrow


WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT DEAD?!?

I should really be happy. But I am still trying to get over it.
Apparently, Rafael is still very much alive, thank you very much.
It's not like I could've texted 'im before to ask, "Dude, I heard you fucking died."

No wonder it didn't feel real.
Because it WASN'T.

Damn it, that was really really really really mean.
Adrian, I am not talking to you again. Gah.
Arf.
Taena, the emotional turmoil. Waaah.
Ang sama mong whattamouth ka. ARGH.

To the people who condoled me, it's not really wasted.
Since when I get my hands on him, Adrian Marc Abergido shall be buried alive.
Tangina.

Hahaha.
Ha.
Haaa.
-_-

Staple it together


The nails of my left hand are darker than those on my right. Because I was shaking so hard, I had to put the little brush down.

So now one lacquer-tipped hand is blacker, the way the tip of my tongue is more hopeless because it tasted more things, froze off from more imaginary winters, tapped the right end of a cigarette (he calls me a wet smoker), teased more melting ice cream.

Because the words I was supposed to say teetered there, then finally withered when you willed them away.

Because you willed away the words I was supposed to say.

*

Helen has found a soulmate in Charz. Sa bagay, pareho kayong juding. :)

Thanks, Yaps. I'm getting redundant, but hey.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Backstage after the show


Hello, world. :)


"I wanted to tell the book thief many things about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race -- that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and the words and stories so damning and brilliant." -- The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.


"A bad dream.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
A bad dream.
I remembered everything.
I remembered the cadavers and Doreen and the story of the fig tree and Morco's diamond and the sailor on the Common and Doctor Gordon's wall-eyed nurse and the broken thermometers and the Negro with his two kinds of beans and the twenty pounds I gained on insulin and the rock that bulged between sky and sea like a gray skull.
Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them.
But they were a part of me.
They were my landscape."
-- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

Monday, February 19, 2007

lEt me cOunt tHe wAys


(This is the last picture post for Sam P's debut. Swear.)

Looking through the pictures, I realized something and well, a question formed like plook: How many people did I kiss that night?

Kissy One: Charz and Me

Kissy Two: Trish and Me

Kissy Three: Yaps and Me

Kissy Four: Nikay and Me

Ano ba? On-cam pa lang yan, harhar.

Last na 'to.

Happy birthday, Sammie P!

pArt two piTyur pOst


Matatahimik na 'ko! Pics from Sam Q! Thanks po.

Me and a blurry Zoedee.
Prolly waiting for the thing to start.

Goofing around during the Memories.

Take One.

Harhar.

Kissy-kiss!

Like a 1960s trash novel cover:
Lust is 2 Women

Shaft of bright light from the heavens.

Uh. Mukhang binasted.

Hairfixish.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

fidguR poSt


Maraming salamat kay Yaps, Mr. Photog / Designated Driver / Mobile Hanky. Sa kanya ko po ninakaw ang lahat ng ito. Kung nais ninyong masilayan ang orihinal na pinanggalingan ng mga litratong ito, pumunta kayo sa Multiply niya. Hanapin niyo na lang.

Bow.

Practice lang daw.

Hello, boys. :)

Charz squeezing Yaps' thingie.

Uh.

Made for each other.

Zoe's shot. Yaps actually looks cool

Sasha and Zoe! And the premise of boobs.

Fine, wrong flashy thing positioning. Soreeeh.

Naghahanap ng away.

Zoedee is fierce!

The pseudo-Southern Belle. Hi, y'all!

Strawberry! c/o Nikita

Purdy Poet Lauriat.

I want one of these!

Strawberry uli. And Charz's shadow.

"Tang'na mo, kumakain pa 'ko."

Happy tree friends from Arneow!

Random guy Sam Q picked up.
How do you do it?!

Me holding Trish in a death grip.

Charz, Nikay and Cat and Nikay's bag.

Ako, sa dilim. Katakot 'no?

Trish and me. Heart!

Me and Sam Q and the Magic booth.

If they were other men,
I could've died happily right then.

Hug! Thanks, Yaps!

Me and Charz. Don't lie, babeeh.

What's that in Yaps' mouth?

Photo op sa benches.

Good night, everyone!

*

Happy happy happy birthday Sammie P!!!

Yung pictures na lang from Sam Q's cam, matatahimik na 'ko.

Now.
Hell week is looming.
And I actually care. Wah!

rAceCarrEd


UPLOAD people, UPLOAD. I don't care if your computers are slow-ass. I want to see MYSELF in 2D form now.

Hehe, labs. Happy birthday, Sammie P! Hope you like your gift. I bought one for myself din eh, harhar.

Fidgers, people, fidgers!

Saturday, February 17, 2007

loUisviLle sluGgeR


Guess who went to Ateneo this morning, in last night's clothing, carrying twenty-five hotdogs, a couple of sandwiches and a box of Zesto, without a freaking bra?

...

...

...

Needless to say, hindi na ako sumama sa area. Para kasing, Teka, why do I feel so ... free?

Eh, putek, malamig pa. Hello headlights!

tHE fiRst tO kNow


It ends tonight because I swore on the sacred green BreadPan sa 7-11.

Mountains of thanks to my witnesses: person wearing lolo pinstripe pants, person wearing Dolphy skirt as blouse. *hug!*

PS - It's late, haha, but I got flowers! :'p (So what if I had to go all the way to Taft and back to get them?)

Thursday, February 15, 2007

yOu'Re juSt a liNe iN a sOng


My dormmate is slouched on a chair, her legs spread at a wide V, her arms rigid and straight, her fists clenched, her head thrown back, and eyes tightly closed. She has been mumbling for quite some time now, ever since I told her to drink the last glass that’s waiting like a pink stump between us.

And then she growls, loud and clear amidst the ting-plunk-ting bars of Elton John, “Come on, tangina naman, vibrate!”

I hope she is talking about her cellphone.

Amazing, isn’t it, how a simple rippling of airwaves can have you going haywire?

*

YM Conversation between a HS friend and I:

C: If you were a crayon, would you like to be used and blunt? Broken, with a lost wrapper? Or unused and pristine?

Me: We're talking about sex, aren't we?

C: Just answer the question.

Me: Broken with a lost wrapper. Mas poetic, haha.

C: Asus. It's subconscious. You just wanna be deflowered and naked daw.

Me: I thought we weren't talking about sex!

Pause.

Me: "deflowered and naked" Teka, in that order ba?

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

uSe my bOdy wHiLe i sLeEp


Conversation between Cuevas and me sa FA lounge, over Father Javie's lengua de gato, when the respective tornadoes in our lives tornadoed themselves away:

I was nibbling on lengua, tapos inalok ko siya. He bit into one and said, "This tastes like shit."

With a piece in my mouth, I glared at him.

Hastily, he said, "The tasty kind of shit!"

Sige na nga. :)

Happy Valentine's, people of the world in the same time zone. :)

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

hAg aNd dAs


My grandfather, who's based in the States, is going to send my grandmother in Paranaque really pretty flowers tomorrow. The card would say: From your admirer of 46 years, and still loving you.

The entire family just wants to swarm into my lola's house and wait. Wala lang. Just to see her reaction. :) She is madly in lurve with flora.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. (Yech.) Now, leave me to my ice cream binge.

Monday, February 12, 2007

heLlo, stRaNgeR


Silly, silly people, all of us. Especially me.

I feel a bit fragmented. But in an exhilarated way.

tiGerS aNd mOnkEys


More word vomit:

The moon looks mighty pretty from where I'm procrastinating/panicking inside my dorm room. Hello, moon!

iN mY puMpboAt


I never thought I'd say this but I feel like a Brooke right now.
Who knew, right?
Agh.
Stop this. Right now.

More word vomit, sorry. But the word vomit that matters won't come. I can't write something funny because I am feeling so messed up that even Yaps made me cry, complete with blubbery fat tears, because I matched his douchebag-ness with something as douchebag-y. Sorry ulit, Marcia.

Belated Happy Birthday too, Mr. Yaps' Daddy.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

fAr lOngEr


If Life was as simple as deleting some post entries, then
I would (not want to) Live it.

Thanks, ZoeDee.

Now, Sasha, you melodramatic, sentimental, C2-gurgling git, let it go.

PS: To my loyal readers, the things I kidnapped for the duration of the something shall be up and running, in accordance with how many _______ of ________ I will ________ on _________. Good night! :)

UPDATE: No kidnapping is to happen, after all. Deal with the Emo of it all, all of you.

UPDATEULI: Methinks the voicelessness is giving way to the Word Vomit / Verbal Diarrhea of the moment. Well, among other things.

nOnce woRds


I am speechless. Literally.

See, my voice was breaking around Friday night and I downed seven -- okay, fine, a measly two -- beers to remedy the problem, and by the time I got back to the dorm, my voice sounded like sandpaper through aluminum foil -- though I told someone that my throat feels funny but he typically grunted like a, like a ... man.

Fast forward to NSTP area, wherein my tutees, God bless ya, kids, told me, quite innocently, "Ate Shang, bakit tunog lalaki ka?"

And yesterday afternoon, I couldn't scream properly to all the degenerative emo/laslas songs in my laptop so I just plugged in dance-y tunes instead for catharsis (yeah, I catharted!). Yes, the sight of me dancing has scarred my roommies for life.

And now. Now, when I try saying, "The quiz contestants ate strawberries with cream while Walther the clown was playing the xylophone," nothing but a squeak resembling three mice trapped in that sticky yellow thing they, er, use to trap mice with, comes out of my mouth. Yun. ... Although why I'd want to say "The quiz contestants ate strawberries with cream while Walther the clown was playing the xylophone" remains a mystery to me.

This is a heads-up if, tomorrow, you ask me a really important question, like, "Anong sagot sa number 4?" I just stare at you. And stare. And stare some more. And maybe a squeak here and there.


*

Oh, and can someone please explain how they did the aquarium thing sa music video ng Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off ng Panic! At the Disco? It's thumbtacked to my brain. I mean, how do they breathe? And are their hairdos reinforced with Vulcaseal or something?

Wala lang.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

riVer moOn riVeR


You are in my planner, but only after the fact. See, I don't plan you; I can't -- it's difficult to contain you, this, into that neat little box because it smacks of the forbidden.

So I remember you instead. And I write you down and I try to spruce it up with magic markers and the occasional sticker of a leering yellow face, along with a blade of grass that just happened to be lying in wait in my pocket when we talked.

*

She's singing, "Check, Sound Check" to the tune of a dance-y French song and all I can do is look towards the door and try to remember the words to another song that fits this night like a pocket protector (or something definitely more X-Rated so huwag na lang).

*

I want to know you the way I'd unravel a roll of masking tape found in the bottom of an old drawer -- little shelled worms, stringy adhesive and the occasional poem carved on the yellowed surface and all that jazz.

(Sorry, I'm making up as much horrendous metaphors as I can for a story I'm writing, which I am sure will suck so bad, it'll be inside out -- see what I mean by terrible metaphors?)

*

I want to scream, "Troglodyte, troglodyte, troglodyte!" just because it's a pretty word.

But my voice has taken a vacation; I can't even scream to Paramore properly, which is why I hummed to Britney Spears' Toxic while I laundered. Sad and mental, I know.

*

Ang lalim. Saksakin niyo na 'ko, please. Jev, you draw first blood.

Friday, February 09, 2007

sOund eFfeCtEd pAra kOoL


[Note: Where in hell did I come up with this? I think it's probably due to hearing this annoying Too Stupid To Live OPM song x times today.]

I wonder if some lovers give each other the Final Farewell, Free Willy style.

[Definition of terms: Final Farewell as in I Don't Love You No More / You Ain't Getting None of This / Stop Using My Toothbrush / It's Not You, It's Me goodbye. The grand kaplooey. The Not See Each Other Anymore kind. The I'll Put All Your Stuff In A Box and Burn It But I'll Keep Your Blue Sweater kind. The I'll Pretend My Heart Isn't Thumping with (Insert Emotion Here) The Next Time I See You kind.

Or, for the less convoluted mind, The Break-Up, first letters capitalized. Okay na?]

Basta. Boy and girl meet and one of them is from the wild, metaphorically or not. (You made it this far so keep up.) They become friends, soulmates, fight, eat fish or whatnot, lurve, have sex -- though most probably not in that order.

And then something happens. I don't know what, as my brain doesn't really think that far along into the future or maybe it just really needs sleep and food. Basta the wild petit(e) copain/killer whale soulmate must go -- it's for his/her own good. Wild hunters. A museum or an animal zoo. A gold digger. Sudden and inevitably impotence/drought in perpetua -- something if wild significant other does not haul his/her ass out.

Ah, but the catch is, wild boy/girl doesn't know. The boy/girl who is from the higher species level plays the martyr and does the ultimate make-general-audience-member-walk-out move.

S/he drives him away. Like, "It's never going to work between us, don't you see?" But all the while, s/he's thinking, This fetish for "water sports" thing, I really like it but the government's after you and we have to part!

Or, "Go away, I hate you!" when it's really, I won't let my parents / friends / neighbors / random pakialameros hang you by your balls on the nearest acacia tree.

I am terrible at this, I know, but you get the picture.


*


That said, I watched the SNL digital short with Justin Timberlake in it: Dick in a Box. Haha, my moral piggy bank went bankrupt.

Oh, that was bad.

Which reminds me, I have to make a short story (and with 4 pages max, that is short, for me, Miss Verbal Diarrhea) full of bad metaphors.


(predated)

Thursday, February 08, 2007

fAmoUs lAst woRds


Good afternoon, world. I am like a halo-halo, but upside-down.

Congratulate me, please, as I actually went to my PE class! Yey! Haha. And I actually did good (methinks) on the Psych long test, except for that part about the child-rearing thing, which totally sent the alarms in my head whirring like mad. Ahem. Sorry. I lurve kids, blah blah blah.

And I survived Eco because of a) constant daydreaming and b) my silly silly father and, in relation to a) is c) which is. Is.

Jinx, jinx, jinx, jinx!!!

*

I like MCR's Famous Last Words, which sounds like a rock song. Kahit yung Mama. Basta. If it weren't for Gerard's voice, well, I wouldn't know it wasy MCR at all. First heard it during the road trip to NSTP area so ... there. Wala lang. Relate-relate. Haha,

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

sOMetHing aBout a uNivErsE


Spent hours with Yapsalacious trying to memorize Erik Erikson ("the guy who was so great, he had to name himself twice")'s stages of something something. The whole Trust vs. Mistrust thing equals Hope? Yun. Wala, haha. I am sooo going to stink sa exam na 'to.

The way I stank sa French. I had to tell off a freaky guy who was hitting on me. In French. Ugh.

*

Anyhoos, when I finally went to my room, I let all hellfire and brimstone out from where I tucked it beside my French postcard that I sent to Jean Reno (wala lang) and I raged. As in the whole dramatic shebang. Haha, attention-whore. Gah. This month sucks. Maybe I should take Martin's advice and just ditch that day altogether and freaking sulk.

Joke lang. I've done enough sulking, which is why I am raging.

Which is why Vanessa, my dear, quiet roommate was rudely awakened from the deep sleep she deserves after a harrowing Chemistry exam. Which is why she is now gone from the room. Well, actually, why she stormed from the room. There.

And maybe because I discovered that our little girl's pottyplace can't seem to, er, function, and that my new bar of soap is missing from its holder. Go on. One plus one?

Van, asan ka na? Yoohoo, tatahimik na po ako. Pleash?

Teka. Why am I sulking/raging. Because I can. Haha. Just your dear old hormonal noisy little brat making her rounds.

Gah, Vanessa, sorreeeeh.

*

I need to shape up or else I'll get shipped out. *slapslap* Pull yourself together, woman!

suPerduPer loVe



Yes, she does look like a "bloody tampon."

Please. Seriously. Why do people insist on taking the Skank road?

The two sides of her brain need to have a meeting, stat. Bye, Joss Stone. We had good times.

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In other news, I need to read up on biomolecules or whatever blah blah blah for SCI10 (yeah, i need to go to the paking class or goodbye, Arneow), then brush up on the Language of Lurve for my second long test sa Foreign Lang tomorrow. Oh, well.

Oh yeah: boys are weird. Blind, madalas. Stupid, occasionally. Weird, definitely. Beh.

Monday, February 05, 2007

siD viCioUs


Spent an Obsecene Amount of Money on clothes and shoes this weekend, then spent an Insane Amount of Money on books. Ah, books. Why'd I have to have such an expensive addiction?

Ne'ertheless, I want more long weekends! Dapat four na lang yung school days tapos wala nang SCI10 at Eco at PE. Wooo.

Now. Will explain sudden bankruptcy to the Mother. (So this will probably be the last time you hear from me, hehe.)

Friday, February 02, 2007

a giRl nAmeD loLa


I just finished reading my 23rd (fiction) novel/novella/novellete of the year! Wee! :) And there's more lined up, haha. I haven't been this excited since I heard that the Early Edition guy was going to go kaplooey dun sa episode ng Grey's Anatomy. And who cares kung wala na akong pera? I'd rather starve than not read that *points to random thing* book. Hehehe.

I want three sacks of kiat-kiat (or, as my mom and I call them: ponkanettes) to nibble on/devour this weekend as I bury myself in books.

I am to teach random kids in a couple of hours, and so the sprite on my right shoulder is telling me to let go of the planned debauchery and do some responsible stuff like prepare lessons or just get some badly needed sleep but ... the hot chick dressed in a leather catsuit lounging on my left shoulder is telling me, "Fuck it, baby, fuck it all."

Wah. Haha, schizo much.

Happy weekend, everyone!

yOu beLoNg tO mE


The 64-year-old man on American Idol made me cry.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

deAthLy wAh?


Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (or I think that's what it's called) is due this July.

Which means, I am first in line sa librong bibilhin ni Verne! Woo!